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slxsherr · 1 year

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Softer Than Shadow

pairing: charlie walker x fem!reader

summary: you make a better victim, so charlie rewrites his movie. jill doesn't have to know.

wc: 2239

warnings: fem!reader, cursing/swearing, underage drinking, descriptions of violence, mentions of blood, mentions of drugs, hospital description, thigh riding, public sex, unprotected sex (p in v), creampie

a/n: yo this one kinda actually has a plot?? forgot i could do that lol

When Kirby had invited everyone over to her house after Gale Weathers was attacked at Stab-A-Thon, you didn’t expect for the deadly night to continue. Robbie’s incessant worrying over possibly being arrested for simply hosting the event where the sheriff’s wife was attacked was only made worse after Trevor showed up uninvited.

You’re the only one drunk enough to follow Robbie outside, not wanting to witness Charlie and Kirby flirt after Jill and Trevor separated themselves from the group, looking for evidence to find out who invited Trevor. Distracting yourself from what’s going on inside is easy, laughing at Robbie’s drunken attempts to get his stream going. You ignore the aching feeling in your chest when he tells his audience about Charlie and Kirby, downing the rest of your drink.

Switching to a new school senior year is hard, but Kirby and her friends were nice enough to include you in their group. It just sucked that the only guy you were interested in was madly in love with someone else. You’re brought back to the moment when Robbie runs face first into a hanging plant, laughing cruelly at his pain. It’s not until you feel a knife stabbing through your left shoulder that you stop laughing.

The cry you let out when Ghostface pulls the knife out is pathetic, and you quickly fall to your knees in pain, holding a hand over the bleeding wound. When you realize the killer left you to run after Robbie, you quickly rise to your feet and make your way around the house. You can hear footsteps following you, and you speed up, turning the corner to see Sidney, Jill, and Kirby all at the entryway.

“Run!” You yell, drawing their attention to you and the killer following behind you.

Jill and Sidney run upstairs, but you follow Kirby further into her house, not trusting yourself and steps. Kirby tries calling 911 on the landline, but it’s dead and the line goes dead every time you try on her cell, having lost your own either in her couch or backyard. The two of you run into Sidney, who tells you she got through on her cell and that Jill should be safe. Kirby leads all three of you to a safe room in her house, locking the door behind her.

“Kirby, let me in!” Charlie says, pounding on the glass of the door, smearing blood across the window panes. “No, no, no. I just found Robbie, this is his blood. Please!” He begs when Kirby hesitates to open the door.

“If you can’t trust him, don’t open the door,” Sidney says, knowing exactly how Kirby feels.

“There is someone else out here, let me in! Oh, my God, let me in! Please!” He says, pounding harder on the glass, looking between Kirby and whoever else is outside.

“I’m sorry, Charlie,” Kirby says, backing away from the door, and you wish you could let him in, but before you can consider the option for too long Ghostface appears behind him.

The three of you can only watch as Charlie is bound to a patio chair, Kirby’s ringtone blaring through the air as the killer calls from Charlie’s phone. Sidney leaves to find Jill, leaving you and Kirby to keep Ghostface on the phone while she’s gone. You can hear your own heart pounding in your ears as Kirby answers the horror movie trivia asked over the phone. Both of you panic when she answers a question wrong, but calm down when she’s offered another question.

Kirby lists off answers before Ghostface can even finish the question, knowing she’d answered correctly when she’s met with silence. The two of you rush outside to undo Charlie’s bindings, ripping off the duct tape and spewing apologies. Quickly, you all make your way back inside the house, but stop abruptly when Kirby is stabbed in the stomach by a familiar figure in the darkness. Ghostface twists the knife, and all you can do is watch Kirby fall to the ground and follow Charlie as he leads you away.

You don’t realize you’re back in the house until you run into Charlie’s back, eyes widening when you see blood seeping through his shirt. Sidney comes downstairs, and as the killer focuses on her you drag Charlie with you further into the house. You make it into the kitchen and open the pantry door so that the two of you could hide inside, but jump back when a bound Trevor falls onto the floor in front of you. Before you can even think to help him, you feel something hit your head, and everything goes black as you fall unconscious to the floor.

The sound of sirens is what wakes you, but you’re barely able to register anything else as you’re lifted onto a stretcher. You’re in and out of consciousness the whole ride to the hospital, but only fully awake later that night. The hospital room is half-lit, machines tracking your vitals beeping, IV needle stuck in your hand, and a curtain dividing the room in two. Your heart rate spikes, alerting the other patient in the room that you’ve woken up.

The curtain barely moves as Charlie approaches you, his own IV and machines following behind him, cooing at you as you begin to cry in an attempt to soothe you. You sit up fully, wrapping your arms around his waist and hiding your face in his chest as you cry, unable to see the out of place smile stretching across his face. He holds you in his one-armed embrace, his left arm in a sling to relieve his wounded shoulder, happy that you seek comfort in him without question.

“Shh, it’s gonna be okay, you’re okay,” he says as you begin to calm down. “You’re safe,” he reassures you when you pull away from him. “Can I sit with you?” He asks, and you quickly nod and lift your blanket as you scoot over in your bed for him to join you.

“What happened? I don’t remember anything after you were stabbed and I think I passed out from blood loss,” you ask, fiddling with the scratchy hospital blanket that covers both of your lower bodies nervously as you wait to find out who was behind the mask.

“Well, it turns out Jill and Trevor were the ones killing everyone. Pulled a real Bonnie and Clyde on us,” he chuckles, trying to relieve some of the tension, earning only a weak smile from you. “Jill shot me, but Sidney stopped her, and I was able to stop Trevor from finishing you off too,” he lies, knowing he’d be the only one to know what really happened.

“You saved my life,” you say, staring at him in awe.

“I only did what anyone else would’ve done,” he says, feigning modesty.

“No, you saved me. Someone else would’ve just watched or saved themselves,” you say, guilt gnawing at you as you think of how you and Kirby could only watch as Charlie was tied up by Ghostface.

“Maybe, hey, why the long face?” He asks, seeing the remorse in your teary eyes.

“I’m so sorry,” you begin to cry again, hiding your face in his uninjured side. “I’m so sorry me and Kirby didn’t let you in, I’m sorry you got hurt protecting me,” you sob, your tears soaking through the thin hospital gown.

“Shh, it’s okay. That doesn’t matter, we’re both alive and that’s all that matters, okay?” Charlie reassures you, his arm snaking around your waist as your sobs turn to sniffles. “Kirby’s with Sidney in the ICU. The doctors think they’ll both be waking up soon,” he says once you’ve calmed down again.

“Really?” You ask, surprised by the news.

“Yeah, Dewey told me when he came by earlier,” he answers, unbothered by the news since neither of them knew the true extent of his involvement in the night’s events.

“That’s good,” you say, beginning to separate yourself from Charlie’s side, now knowing the girl he’s in love with is still alive.”I’m sorry, did I hurt you? Are you okay?” You ask, seeing his face scrunch up in pain as you move away.

“No, I’m fine. Painkillers are probably just wearing off,” he answers, shifting into a more comfortable position, moving closer to you in the small hospital bed.

“I can call the nurse,” you offer, looking around for the remote.

“No, it’s fine. They should be coming by soon anyways,” he lies, knowing they won’t be checking in for another hour at least.

Neither of you say anything for a moment, simply sit together in the silent room, beeping from the machines fading into the background. You’re not sure if it’s the medications, or the fact that you almost died, or if it’s because of how close you are to Charlie, but your mind is going haywire. Torn between wanting to scream, cry, and confess your feelings for him, feelings that have only intensified after finding out that he saved you, you unconsciously choose the latter, words already tumbling past your lips before you can stop them.

“Charlie, I think I’m in love with you,” you say, blinking slowly at him. “Love is a bit much, actually. But I like you, a lot,” you say when his eyes widen in shock, lips parted as he tries to think of something to say. “I know you and Kirby have like, a thing, but I just wanted to tell you in case we almost die again.”

“Can I tell you something?” Charlie asks, finally saying something and you answer with a nod. “Me and Kirby really don’t have anything on, it’s just a running joke. I’ve actually been asking her for advice to ask you out,” he explains, looking away to feign embarrassment.

“Oh,” is all you say, taking in the information.

“Oh?” He prompts you, but you don’t say anything else.

Instead, your gaze flickers from his lips to his eyes, and before you can overthink, you lean in to kiss him. His lips are chapped, and you’re sure yours are too, both of you dehydrated from running around all night. It’s fervent, stealing your breath away as he deepens the kiss, holding you close to him with his right arm. You feel dizzy, parting your lips to let him lick into your mouth, trying to match his energy.

There’s only so much room on the small hospital bed, and you end up straddling Charlie’s thigh. The whimper you let out is barely muffled by his mouth when he forces you to sit, only the thin hospital gown separating your bare cunt from his leg. He’s moving you along his thigh, the friction stimulating your clit and soon you’re moving on your own, hip seeking pleasure as your hole begins to leak. He breaks the kiss, instead sucking and biting at the sensitive skin of your neck, marking you, focusing on your stifled moans that only he can hear.

“Charlie, the nurses–” you whisper, breathing heavily when Charlie interrupts you.

“Don’t worry about them, we’ll be quick,” he reassures you.

Before you can reply, he’s reaching behind you to untie your gown, clumsily undoing the snap buttons on the sleeves to pull the offending fabric off, throwing it aside. He grabs your hand, spitting in your palm and wrapping your fingers around his length, guiding your hand’s movements as he fully hardens from your touch. It makes your stomach twist in want, watching the purple head leak pre and listening to his dulcet moans.

Growing impatient, you straddle his hips, lining him up with your entrance and slowly sinking down until your ass meets his thighs. Thick cock stretching you out, you can only hold onto the hem of his hospital gown, not wanting to reopen any of his wounds. You move slowly, doing your best to hold back your noises, but Charlie lets his out without care, hand gripping your ass and moving you faster.

“Wait– Charlie!” You squeal, his hips meeting yours, and you swear you can feel him in your guts.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groans, loving how you bite your lip and furrow your brow in an attempt to silence yourself.

“Hah! Please, please,” you beg, but you’re not sure what for, feeling his thumb press roughly on your clit.

Your rhythm falters as he rubs circles on the sensitive nub, your orgasm building quickly. You screw your eyes shut tightly as you reach your peak, stars dancing behind your eyelids as you clench around him. Only whimpers fall past your lips, still holding back your noises in fear of the nurses, but Charlie’s cursing is barely hushed, rutting his hips up as finishes inside you, your walls milking him too tightly for him to pull out.

He lets you slump against him, your head resting on his uninjured shoulder as your breathing slows, falling asleep on top of him. He’s not surprised you tired out so quickly, he hit your head pretty hard earlier. A content smile stretches across his face as he watches you doze in his arms peacefully, ignoring your injured shoulder, caused by his knife earlier in the night. He hated hurting you, and he hated to see you hurt, but if it meant he could have you like this, he could handle a few cuts and bruises. You are his perfect victim after all.

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roryculkinluvr · 8 months

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PRETTY WHEN YOU CRY ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

ೃ⁀➷ pairing: sub stalker charlie x fem dom reader

ೃ⁀➷ warnings: stalking, masturbation, fingering, pre mature ejaculation, dacryphilia, overstimulation, humiliation kink, mean (ish) reader.

ೃ⁀➷ notes: this wasn’t supposed to be this long but enjoy…

you had just gotten in bed, with your hands in between your legs, right above your underwear as you heard loud rustling from outside your window. you knew it was charlie. you knew he would come to your window, watch you change, watch you touch yourself.

he wasn’t aware that you knew about his perversions, how he’d cum in his pants by just watching you squirm under your own touch. was it bad that you found it hot? the way he stalked you, the way he was completely and utterly obsessed with you. you’d leave your blinds open every night, just incase he wanted a show.

you and charlie had a couple of classes together and would talk every now and then. you had always found him attractive but you knew he was infatuated with you. you saw the way he looked at you, spoke to you, about you. you’d have to be dumb not to realize.

knowing charlie was right outside your window, you hand wasn’t enough. so you decided to ‘catch’ him.

you got out of bed, walking over to your window, you could hear charlie trying to climb off the ledge of your roof. you opened the glass to it see just who you thought it was, a guilty look painted on his face.

“what are you doing here char?” you questioned, playing dumb. charlie’s eyes scanned over you, you wore pyjama shorts that fell just under your ass and a tight tank top that he could see your hard nipples through.

“i-i can, i can explain myself.” he stuttered, panicking.

“go on then.” you told him. you crossed your arms over your chest, making your tits press together which drove him mad.

“i—”he muttered, he couldn’t even think of an excuse right now.

“were you watching me touch myself?“ you teased, your lips turned up into a soft smirk. poor charlie was so confused, he thought you would file a restraining order on him but it almost seemed like you enjoyed it.

“no- no i wasn’t i swear.” his tone was meek, begging to be believed, he even put his hands up, as if you were a cop.

“i’m not stupid charlie, you can tell me the truth. you’re not in trouble.”

“okay… i was.” he couldn’t look at you while admitting this.

“why don’t you come in my room char, it’s kinda chilly out hm?” you bit back a smile.

“uh, okay.” he crawled through your window, you closed it behind him. charlie examined every inch of your room, obviously he had seen it many times but never up close. charlie took in every detail of your room. he surveyed photos of you and your friends you had hung on your wall, little trinkets you kept, the products on your dresser.

you laid back down on your bed, propping yourself up on your elbows. you motioned for charlie to sit at the end of your bed, he obeyed.

“charlie?” you called, disturbing his train of thought.

“yeah.” he replied almost immediately.

“were you touching yourself while watching me?” you were driving him insane, but he deserved it.

“mhm.” he nodded, unable to meet your eyes. he felt so bad, so guilty, so pathetic.

“okay, well since you interrupted me, why don’t you watch me and try not to.”

“i dunno if i can.” he looked down at the his boner, poking through his sweatpants.

“kinda owe it to me char. i mean, i did just catch you stalking me, the least you can do is do what i say. plus i wanna hear you beg to touch yourself.”

“fuck.” he groaned. you giggled at him before pulling your tank top off, making sure charlie’s eyes were on you. the sight of your boobs right in front of him only made him harder, he wanted to touch them or suck on them, anything would be enough.

“bet you wanna feel my tits so bad huh? i mean you’ve been watching me change, jerking yourself off while looking at them. this isn’t the first time you’ve been outside my window.” you taunted. “gonna have to earn it.”

“how-how do i earn it?” he wasn’t even concerned with how you knew that he had been watching you for a while, just desperate to feel you.

“already told you char, watch me touch myself without touching yourself.” you pulled down your shorts to reveal the lacy thong you wore. charlie couldn’t help but notice the huge wet spot on your underwear.

‘you did like this.’ charlie thought to himself. he stared at you as you rubbed your clit over your soaked thong, teasing yourself with one hand, playing with your tits with the other.

“you’re so… wet.” charlie said in a breathy voice.

“mhmm was thinking about you char.” you told him. his eyes went wide,

“r-really? you were?” he smiled at you. charlie sounded so pathetic, you loved it.

“mhmm.” you nodded, slowly removing your thong. the sight of your body entirely exposed forced charlie to whimper.

“i-i think about you, like that, a lot.” he was struggling so hard not to touch himself, it almost hurt. at this point, your cunt was throbbing, desperate for stimulation.

“i know you have.” you replied before rubbing your clit in circular motions, humming in pleasure.

“can i um, can i touch you instead…like finger you? i won’t touch you anywhere else if i’m not allowed to yet.” charlie couldn’t bare just watching you. if he couldn’t touch himself, he wanted to touch you. “please?”

“not yet, be patient.” you spread your legs further apart, pumping two fingers from your free hand into your entrance slowly. “feels so fucking good, don’t touch yourself yet charlie.” you groaned.

“t’so hard not to.” he whined, putting his hands behind his back to retrain himself.

“i know, you’re so needy char. fuck!” you panted. both of your hands sped up, making your moans louder. you were squirming so much. charlie watched you closely, taking in every one of your sounds, movements, and expressions. he whispered compliments as you brought yourself closer to your climax.

after you came, you sat yourself back up on your elbows to see that charlie’s pants were wet. “did you cum in your pants? that needy huh, can’t even wait ten minutes?”

“i know, m’sorry.” charlie said shyly, he looked away

“i didn’t even touch you…you didn’t even touch yourself and you came, holy shit… you don’t get to touch my tits yet, couldn’t even hold off.” you let out a short scoff which was followed by silence. charlie was so embarrassed, not daring to look you in the eyes. he wished he could’ve just disappeared at that moment. “lay beside me char, i wanna see your cock charlie.” you purred. charlie followed your order, moving from the edge of your bed, next to you. “now show me, take off your shirt too.”

charlie nodded before swiftly removing his shirt. he then pulled down his sweat pants, exposing his cum filled boxers. finally, he took off his boxers to reveal his dick. he looked over at you, your eyes remained on his body.

“so perfect char, bet it’s really sensitive right now though hm?” you asked. charlie’s cheeks turned red at your compliment.

“thank you and yeah m’sensitive.” charlie responded.

you shifted your body so you were on your side, facing charlie. you tucked his hair behind his ear, bringing your mouth to charlie’s it you whispered, “i wanna make you cum again”.

charlie’s breath hitched, he couldn’t believe you were finally going to touch him. after countless nights of imagining that his hand was your warm, tight pussy wrapped around him or your soft hand pumping his cock, he was finally getting to feel you. “please make me cum again, please.” he begged.

“so needy.” you giggled, crawling downward until your lips met charlie’s sensitive tip. you placed short, gentle kisses on it, holding his shaft in your hand.

“oh my god, fuck.” he huffed, his breath heavy.

“i haven’t even started yet.” you nagged, taking your soft lips off his tip. while still giggling, you began slowly moving your hand up and down his shaft.

“mmm thank you.” a stupid smirk was plastered on his face as he watched you speed up your movements. after a few minutes, his chest began to rise and fall rapidly as his mouth hung open, high pitched and draw out whimpers leaving his lips. you felt his dick twitch in your hand before he came for the second time.

you took a second to think of a real punishment for him. as the idea crossed your mind, you immediately wrapped your mouth around his soft cock, feeling it grow in your mouth.

“wah- what are you doing? i, fuck, i can’t go again.” he babbled. you rolled your eyes in annoyance, taking your mouth off his dick.

“too bad isn’t it, didn’t i tell you that you owe me? charlie, you’ve been watching me, stalking me for weeks now. can’t you just do what i say?” your tone was weirdly calm.

“okay…m’sorry” he answered. you placed your mouth back on his now, painfully hard cock, hollowing your cheeks. “ahhh! it’s too much.” he moaned. unable to stay till, charlie began squirm and bucking his hips into your mouth.

“ohmygoddd please i’m sorry, fuck aughhh! i’m sorry for stalking you, it’s too much please!” his words were slurred, charlie didn’t even know what he was pleading for. tears began streaming down his face from overstimulation. you bobbed your head up and down on his cock at an increasingly fast pace, the room filled with charlie’s loud sobs and whimpers. you then felt that same twitch as before and as you suspected, shortly after, charlie’s warm cum filled your mouth, you swallowed every drop.

you returned back to where you laid before, watching tears flood from his blue eyes. “you look so pretty when you cry charlie”.

he turned towards you. “thank you.” he sniffed as you wiped his tears from his cheek. holding charlie’s jaw in your hand, you traced his cheek with your thumb. “you’re always pretty.” he spoke. the two of your faces were so close together, charlie brought his lips to yours, you kissed back passionately, feeling charlie grin against your lips. one of his hands found its way too the bare skin right under your boob. “can i um- can i?” he questioned after pulling away from your lips.

“go ahead.” you responded before attaching your lips to his once again. charlie cupped your tit in his hand, squeezing and kneading it.

“so fucking perfect.” he groaned before shortly pecking your lips.

“charlie.” you said, staring at him.

“mhm?” he mumbled, looking away from your tits and up at you.

“next time you’re outside my window, you can just come in.” you purred. your words forced charlie to whimper. he could do this again? touch you? maybe even be inside you? god he felt lucky.

“actually?” he looked at you with that pathetic smile.

“yeah, maybe you’ll get to touch more than just my tits next time.” you smirked at him, kissing him once more before he cleaned himself up, climbing back out of your window.

the next night, you heard tree taps at your window. knowing it was charlie, you opened the window to let him in. almost immediately, you began undressing each other between staggered sloppy kisses. the night ended in him sobbing after you rode him, making him cum five times, which left his cock red. he knew he deserved it.

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vmbrq · 10 months

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how do u think some of the scream guys react to a more bimbo esque s/o….. cus i already KNOWWWW some of them *cough cough* charlie *cough cough* WOULD FW IT, LIKE IDKK AND DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON ETHAN ?? obsessed loser boy x oblivious girly bimbo ??? SOOOO 🤭🤭 and i just know they’re silly little perverts too so they would get all squirmy just from her accidentally flashing them as she bends down to pick up like a flower out of the grass or smth😭😭 IDK I JUST THINK ITS CUTEEE 🤭

(also omg idk if u do anons or anything but like …… if u do …. can i be 🩷 PLEASEEEE if not thats okay😁☝️ ANYWAYS OKAY BYEEE)

yes, i do anons !! so you certainly can <3

AND IT IS CUTE :( ethan would be STRESSED LMAOO practically glued to your side or standing behind you to make sure you don't accidentally flash anyone. he would also be one of the first to volunteer to fix the straps on your sandals or tie your sneakers for the same reason. he also takes advantage of any opportunity to tutor you, even if most of your sessions end up with you in his lap with your lips on his. he's such a sucker for you, too, so weak to the way you whine his name or gaze up at him, all sweet and adoring, and ask him for a kiss. he could be holding a cardboard box he can barely see over, and he'll still be awkwardly angling his body and bending forward to give you a quick peck on the lips.

charlie would be so fond of just observing you, whether it's admiring your side profile while you touch up your makeup or watching how your animated expressions reflect your thoughts as you try to work through homework on your own. plus, he knows that half the time, you have zero clue what he's talking about when he rambles on about the specifics of media, but he adores the effort you put into trying to understand. and even if you've given up on trying, you still sit there with a smile and give him your full attention, bc you just like hearing him talk.

both of them would be obsessed with the way you have no concept of personal space when it comes to them, your brain consisting of nothing but tv static as you get right in their face or press up close to them. you're shameless with your affection, and you never think twice about how out-of-place they appear at your side.

mickey and billy would adore how easy you are to mold into their perfect, unwitting accomplice, taking all of their explanations in stride and rarely ever questioning them. there's a certain freedom that your presence allows, since they know that you don't even blink or think twice about the thin layers of blood embedded beneath their fingernails or that strange scent that clings to their clothes when they kiss or hold you. oh, they accidentally cut themselves? oh, that smell is just the gasoline from their car? okay. after all, all you need is to trust them and let them do the thinking. all you have to do is sit on their laps and look pretty for them.

mentions of smut under the cut ; minors dni

all of the sex jokes when they're around end up flying right over your head. you're so naive, so sweet, so easy to manipulate until you're bouncing on their cock and creaming a pretty, white ring at the base because it's "the best way to get rid of your stomachache." they stick out like a sore thumb against the decor of your room, but sometimes, when you've got their head resting on your chest with your fingers combing idly through their hair, or when they're sprawled on your bed lying about not peeking through their fingers while you lotion up your bare body and reflexively reach for the shirt they lent you three weeks ago, they feel as though they fit right in.

#billy loomis smut #billy loomis x reader #charlie walker x you #ethan landry x you #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry x y/n #billy loomis x y/n #charlie walker x reader #charlie walker x y/n #mickey altieri x reader

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insxghtt · 9 months

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do you hate me? — euronymous x mean girl!reader

Maybe Euronymous liked you more than he should.

warnings: beating nazis i guess (you'll understand). mostly fluff as always.

this is a fanfic for RORY CULKIN ONLY. i don't even know the real story of mayhem really, i just watched the movie and to be honest i didn't even like it so....... idk sorry, i am in my rory culkin era and i will make it everyone's problem.

The first time Euronymous saw you, you were not in a good mood.

Well, it was difficult to ever see you in a good mood. You came from a not so loving family, so you learned how to defend yourself from a very young age. It’s not like you chose it, you just learned that there were two types of people in the world: the ones who fight, and the ones who get hurt. It was about survival, so you did what you had to do, you built your walls and they were fucking strong.

Some people would be surprised. Euronymous was. You didn’t look very threatening, that was a fact. You liked pink, you loved makeup, you had a sweet smile. It's why he felt so confused when he first saw you walking inside his record store.

Your hair was tied in a bun, your earrings were golden, the pink shirt you were wearing ended just above your stomach, showing off your belly piercing. Your boot-cut jeans and high heels completed your look. You were definitely not fitting in. All the other people in the store were either wearing all black clothes or something dark with a weird band logo in it.

A couple boys tried to scare you as soon as you stepped in, yelling “Hail Satan!” right at your face.

Euronymous smirked, wondering how long it would take for you to realize that you walked in the wrong store.

But you weren't scared. In fact, you stared at the two boys in complete silence. For a moment, they laughed, but soon their smiles began to fade out. Something about your look, your presence and even the way you chewed your gum was fucking scary.

“The fuck you lookin’ at?”, you asked angrily and the two boys just looked away, too afraid to say anything else. “Fuckin’ assholes”, you whispered to yourself as you walked to the balcony, where Euronymous was still staring at you, but this time with surprise.

You stopped right in front of him. The look on your face was serious, and he felt the urge to say something that would make your face twist in disgust. After all, it was his favorite thing to do.

“You sure you’re in the right place, cupcake?”, he jokes.

You just ignored his question.

“Listen, I need a dark fucking mindblowing death metal album or some shit like that, what do you have?”

“This is fucking Helvete. Everything here is metal”, he laughed and leaned on the balcony.

You sighed and rolled your eyes. “Okay, mister… whatever the fuck your name is…”

“Euronymous”, he added. “My name is Euronymous.”

You felt his friends around looking at you.

“Of course it is…”, you continued, feeling impatient to leave that place. “Look, I have a brother who’s into this…”, you gestured with your hands to the records around. “...type of shit and tomorrow is his birthday. I don’t know if your brain is rational enough to notice, but this is really not my thing, so I’m gonna need some help, okay?”, you gave him a sarcastic smile.

Euronymous liked it. The attitude, the way you were not threatened by anyone there at all. Shit, he even liked the lip gloss in your lips and he was far away from being a lip gloss admirer.

And he had no idea why he liked it.

“Alright”, he nodded, not taking his eyes away from you for even a second. “So, is he really into it or is he a poser?”

You had no idea what he was talking about. “You’re asking me if he’s a satanic freak who wants to burn down churches and eat priests for breakfast?”

“Wow, she’s fast”, he said with a smile and his friends laughed.

“Yes, he is.”

“Alright”, he said, disappearing behind the balcony to grab something.

He knew exactly what you needed. That is, if your friend was not a poser, of course. He grabbed his own band’s record and showed it to you.

You stared at the record and looked back at him. “Okay…”

“It’s my band.”

“This is weird”, you whispered to yourself and the guy in front of you gave you a smirk. “Whatever, how much for it?”

“If you give me your number, it’s for free.”

“That’s not happening, but I appreciate your trying.”

You paid for it as you watched one of his weird friends putting the record in a plastic bag. Euronymous made sure to take it from his friend's hand to give it to you himself and when you grabbed the bag, you felt his fingers touching your hand.

"Freak", you whispered to yourself and he laughed as you turned away to leave.

Euronymous wouldn't say it out loud but he even found himself thinking of you after that.

The second time he saw you, you were beating the shit out of a boy outside of a bar. The boy was on the ground already wrapped up in a ball.

"Fuckin' nazi!", you yelled as you kicked the guy on the stomach one last time.

Later, he found out that you were very good at beating the shit out of nazis.

As soon as you noticed Euronymous watching you sent him a deadly look. Euronymous would even be scared if he wasn't… well, himself. That was one thing you had in common, you two were not easily threatened.

"What do you want?", you asked.

"Nothing", he shrugged and grabbed a cigarette from his pocket, putting it between his lips.

He turned away for a second but soon he turned back to you, removing the cigarette from his lips and putting it back in his pocket. You stared at him curious to what he had to say and he thought to himself if he should really say it.

But you only live once, right?

"Can I buy you a drink?"

Euronymous felt nervous as he watched you thinking about it.

But it was only a drink, right?

So to his relief, you also shrugged and nodded.

You two walked in the bar and he did buy you not one, but two, three, four drinks. You found yourself laughing at one of his jokes at some point and you wondered if it was the alcohol or if you were actually enjoying his presence.

"So, why did you move here?", he asked with a smile. "I mean, it's not like this is a dream city."

"Well, I like it here", you said. "And also the rent is cheap."

He laughed, but didn't say anything. Then you realized he wasn't satisfied with your answer. He wanted to know why.

"I ran away", you answered honestly.

"What did you run away from?"

Maybe if it was anyone else, this would be the perfect moment for you to push them away like you always did. But it wasn't anyone, it was him. And you enjoyed talking to him.

"My family. I ran away from my family."

Euronymous nodded, knowing that there was a line that he couldn't cross yet. Of course, he could ask more. He wanted to, but more than that, he wanted you to do that by yourself.

"I get it", he said.

"Of course you do."

Euronymous looked at you, so you explained. "Look at you, all angry at the world."

"My family is pretty nice, actually."

This time you were the one feeling surprised.

"Really? So you're a family guy?", you asked. "Then why do you act like you hate everyone?"

He thought about it for a second.

"I can still hate everyone except for my family", he gave you a smirk.

You smiled. Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was the fact that he had those big beautiful blue eyes, but you were mesmerized by how pretty he was.

"Do you hate me?", you whispered as you got closer to his face.

Euronymous stared at your lips. You were so different from him and he, for some reason, was loving it.

"No…", he whispered back.

He didn’t kiss you that night. You turned away before he could do that, distracted by a song playing in the background. You stood up from your chair and offered him your hand, asking him to dance with you. Euronymous hated that song and if it was anyone else asking him to dance, he would immediately decline and leave. But it wasn't anyone, it was you.

So he danced with you. The first minutes he had a frown on his face, but it faded away as soon as he saw you almost tripping on your own feet. He tried to hide his laugh as he held your waist, but you knew he was enjoying this more than he wanted to assume.

Soon, you two were dancing to songs that he swore to never dance to. Euronymous knew that if any of his friends saw him like that, they would probably lose all the respect they had towards him. But then again, he asked himself if he even cared.

And the truth was that he didn’t. He didn't care about anything else other than you at that moment.

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f1nalgirlz · 21 days

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least to most likely to have a mommy kink: Rory characters edition!

(not all characters, mostly ones i'm more familiar with to make a proper judgement, clearly i take my job seriously /j also this is purely my opinion and if you disagree that's totally fine :P) The demons in me couldn't rest until i wrote this so :}

Warnings: NSFW, use of mommy (duh), sub!Rory characters, dom!Reader (for the most part), explicit language

Least:

Kappa:

- to be honest i just don't see him being into the whole mommy situation...

- like sure he could be **kind of** submissive at times, but mommy just isn't rolling off the tongue for him.

R!Euro:

- honestly kinda similar to kappa in that, mommy isn't rolling of his tongue particularly easily HOWEVER

- he's definitely further up on the list because i definitely see him subbing easier than Kappa lmao

- he most likely wouldn't use something like 'mommy' though, R!Euro is a 'mistress' man and i'll stand by that (probably)

Ollie Sway:

- he's at this placement for way different reasons than the others lmao

- he'd be wayyyy too shy to bring it up to you despite it being something he could see himself liking

- and if YOU'RE the one too bring it up he's still too embarrassed to voice it's something he might like or be interested in

- would be the type to 'ew' his way out of it simply to avoid any perceived embarrassment about being submissive.

- would come around later (give it 2 days MAX) and admit his feelings when he felt comfortable enough.

- would be totally open to mommy or even other names after coming to terms with his own feelings towards it

Jack Thurlow:

- he would, but not for the same reasons as everyone else

- he has a crazy breeding kink & you cannot tell me otherwise!!

- when he calls you 'mommy' it's almost always condescending or laced with fake sympathy

- when he calls you mommy, it's because he's threatening to make you one

- fucking you so good and saying the filthiest shit ever in your ear with mock sympathy

- "you like that, hm? like it when i fuck you full of my cum? gonna make you a mommy."

(nearing most likely territory here)

Clyde:

- i was torn on who to put in this slot between Clyde and Charlie...

- it's not that Clyde WOULDN'T be into it, he'd just be hesitant

- he has absolutely no problems subbing, but the specific name threw him off a bit at first

- 'mommy' doesn't exactly roll off his tongue with ease regularly yk??

- HOWEVER ,,,

- once you get him pretty deep into subspace, it comes out a lot easier.

- if you're fucking him really good 'mommy' just slips out so easily, he's just not thinking about anything other than how mommy is making him feel in the moment :(((

- the first time he moaned it out, you hardly heard him, it was so soft and quiet.

Charlie Walker:

- he definitely wouldn't be the one to bring it up first but... come on.

- he'd probably be a lil embarrassed about it and it might take quite a bit of encouragement to get him over that little bump of embarrassment

- but after that he *loves* it, not that he'd actually say that.

- he's more of a show how you feel than say it kinda guy.

- surely willing to be such a good boy for mommy <3

- he's literally obsessed with you and would do *anything* for you anyways.

Danny Cooper:

- DUHH !!!!! the subbiest sub to ever sub, you guys

- he's the one who brought it up, extremely shyly i'll add

- once it's been discussed and in action, he's not shy at all though. he's definitely not too shy to moan out for mommy to his hearts content <33

- he thoroughly enjoys calling you mommy, he loves belonging to mommy,

- ESPECIALLY when he's being reminded of how he belongs to mommy !!!

- he adores being mommy's good boy and he is a good boy. the best even.

- when you're fucking him so good he's just a drooly teary eyed mess, and you compliment him, "mommy's baby is so pretty"

- he might just cum on the spot :'))

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d4adf4iry · 1 year

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Brothers Best Friend

Mature themes ahead! NSFW…

(A little song to set the mood teehee)

(fem reader, oral,male receiving, masterbation, caught in act, dirty talk, praise KINK OMFG, aftercare <3 🤭 etc…) HERE YOU GO YOU WHORES/hj

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You knew Charlie was going to here at you house.You knew. Unless you were delusional you felt like he felt the same as you. Yes it was weird liking your brother Robbie’s best friend but you couldn’t help it. It all started when he sat next you and started talking about his favorite films and the way he lit up did something to you. It was adorable really. One day you accidentally wore some short shorts and a tank top when he was visiting. He saw how he looked at you looking so parched like he could drink you up, it made you flustered. How could you out of all people have a affect on Charlie Walker? Your brother didn’t think much of it since he was oblivious to everything that didn’t concern him or the slasher movies.

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This time was different he was here, his attitude was different and you felt it. You played along to his thoughts. You chose the most sluttiest outfit you thought of, how much self respect did you lose? You wore a tank top exposing the top of your breasts and some skimpy shorts. Robbie came leaping down stairs glancing at you in the process. “Would you put something on Jesus” you glanced at you before walking to the living room. “I feel fine thank you” you yelled. He was gonna be here in a few minutes. Soon enough the doorbell rang and Robbie went to go answer it. He opens the door revealing the angelic man. You had to say Charlie was very pretty for a man. He said hi to Robbie then looked at you. His eyes traveled down your body. You almost dropped the glass of water that you had. He cleared his throat then walked into the door. You escaped up the stairs to your room. You entered and fell on bed. You had this funny feeling in your stomach you couldn’t quite placed. You felt something damp in your low region traveling your hand down to your womanhood. You hand touched your panties and you gasped you felt how damp they were. You didn’t really masterbate like a a lot of other people meaning Kirby and Olivia. You dipped your hand between your folds moving in a circular motion. Your back arched as you moaned quietly. Fuck. You pictured Charlie’s face. What the hell? you thought for a split second. You shook your head but you pictured him between your legs. You were a moaning mess, god damn.

Charlie’s Pov (real quick)

“Hey Robbie where’s the bathroom” I asked. “Oh uh it’s to the right before y/n’s room” he responded. I walked up the stairs turning to the right untill I heard soft moaning. I thought she was hurt so I quickly walked until I saw her. Her legs were spread open her hand dipped into her shorts, one of her hand under her shirt on her chest. Shit. Fuck I felt my self pitch a tent. I leaned against the doorframe feeling the friction of my dick press against the door frame. I whined. I want her. God damnit Charlie what is wrong with you? The next thing I did I didn’t think I could do.

Back to your pov

The door opened revealing Charlie. SHIT FUCK FUCK FUCK! I quickly shut my legs, terrified. Was he watching me get off to him?? “What are you doing in here?” You whispered yelled. He stood up frozen for a second looking at you then back at the door. You waited for his response. “I-I uh was looking for the bathroom and I thought you are in pain or something… my bad I was just leaving..” he started walking towards the door. You saw how tight his pants were.. then you thought. “Wait… don’t go” you said quietly. He turned around looked at you stunned. You dropped the blanket that showed your disheveled clothes. Your tank top barely on and your shorts pushed to the sides. He swallowed his adams apple moving. He turned around trying to be respectful not like he was before he looked like a pervert. “Come here” you taunted. He turned around walking till he hit the foot of the bed. “Can I help you out..?” You asked motioning to his jeans noticing how he wanted the release. He nodded. “Use your words Charlie.” “Yes please” he breathlessly whispered as you hand rubbed the outline of his dick. Your mouth watered, you’ve thought about this a little bit. You teased him before unbuckling his belt and pulling down his pants; them pooling at his ankles. He stepped out of them reluctantly. Your hands traveled to his legs then to his hips where his boxers rested, pulling them down his cock slipped out hitting his stomach. Your eyes raised. So this is what the film nerd has been hiding. You ran your fingers over his veined cock. “Have you done this before?” I asked he shook his head implying no. “Me either…” you left calloused kisses over the top and down his shaft before licking it. You slid down your mouth onto his cock; cheeks hollowing. You moved your head up and down making his hips bucked. God damn has he never touched a woman he’s a god damn senior?! He whined his hands going to my hair as he forced me to take him whole. I wanted every inch of his body. I didn’t care anymore. I released myself string coming out of my mouth. I breathed as if I ran a marathon. I looked at him through my lashes. God he looked beautiful like this a whiney mess. I slid off my tank top revealing my breasts him reciprocating. I pushed them to the floor resuming what I wanted to finish. I grabbed ahold of his cock again pumping it a few times. I didn’t know what I was doing really but yes, I did research thank god for the internet. I sucked him again. “Do you want to cum on my tits pretty boy?” “Yes please fuck!” I started pumping his cock over my chest, he started grinding into my hands moaning. “Your doing so well baby” I prasied him. “Oh fuck.. oh fuck I’m gonna cu-“. His words were quickly cut off as he came. He breathed heavily. I grabbed some napkins off my nightstand cleaning him off and me. He kissed my cheek and looked at me for a split second. I threw my shirt back on and he but his clothes back on. “I thought about this for a while..” I confessed. He blushed a little bit. “Me too” he smiled. “Maybe we could do this again..?” I look at him smirking. “For sure”. He walked out the room and fell back into my bed falling asleep.

(Guys this was my first smut I tried my best okay plz give me recs or suggestions PLZ)

Ps. This isn’t really proof read 💀

#scream #scream 4 #charlie walker #charlie walker x reader #charlie walker x y/n #charlie walker smut #smut scenarios #scream smut #rory culkin #x reader #fanfic #ao3 writer #Spotify

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vladajwrites · 1 year

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Razor’s Edge

Part One || Part Two || Part Three || Part Four

Summary; Reader moves to Woodsboro for her senior year of high school. This story take place in the setting of the Scream 4 movie. This story is dedicated to all of the girls living through the current Rory Culkin revival. I love and see you. <3

Also available to be read on AO3 here

It's imperative for me to mention MAJOR trigger warnings for this story; blood, violence, sexual content, alcohol usage, and mentions of abusive situations and suicide. I will add and edit tw's as needed.

WC; 5851

Notes; thank you to everyone who has shown their support so far and taken the time to read my work, you are the ones who truly keep me motivated to write. much much love <33

(Not Beta Read)

You woke the next morning in the same t-shirt you had worn the day before, clinging to your skin from cold sweat. Your pants had been kicked off at some unknown point during the restless night of sleep you had. It was hard to recall the exact time you had eventually passed out on top of your bed.

Your phone was ringing somewhere underneath your pillow, causing your entire head to buzz. You groaned, wiping the sleep from your eyes. Irina’s name flashed on the screen as the caller on the other line. You answered the call, pressing the speaker button before dropping your phone on your chest.

“Hi honey, just wanted to let you know my flight made it into Sacramento.” Irina spoke. The passersby’s in the busy airport nearly muffled her voice.

You picked up your phone again, looking at the time. How late had you slept in? The digital clock read 11:03 am.

“Okay, I’m glad you made it safely.” You were certain your aunt could hear the rasp of your morning voice.

Irina hummed on the other line. “Just give me a call if you need anything while I’m away.”

“Will do, love you.” You replied, clearing your throat before responding.

“I love you too.” Irina replied before ending the call.

You stared up at your ceiling for a moment, thinking over the events of last night.

You couldn’t help but feel horrible for Charlie. Were he and his father close? Was his mother around? Did he have any siblings, relatives he was close with? So many questions seemed to fill your thoughts. Though, you knew they were questions that would more than likely go unanswered. It would be an awful choice, you decided, to bring up this suspected trauma unprompted.

Maybe you could try to divulge more information from your aunt. Based upon her reaction, she must have been relatively close to his father at some point in time. Remembering back to the somber expression your aunt wore last night, you decided against that idea as well.

You thought back on the relationship you had with your own father. He was an objectively miserable man. How would you have reacted, though, if you had lost him under the same circumstances? It would have surely still been devastating to some degree.

You’d keep your newfound information to yourself for the time being. It was the only reasonable option you could think of. You were certain Charlie wouldn’t want you to treat him any differently after finding out about what had happened.

The familiar buzz of your phone’s ringer pulled you momentarily from your running thoughts. You grabbed your phone, pushing yourself up into a sitting position on your bed, your legs crossed closely in front of you.

A message from an unsaved number appeared on the screen. You recognized it almost immediately as being Charlie’s from the group chat the night before. Only he hadn’t messaged both you and Robbie. It was only sent to you.

You sucked in a sharp breath as you unlocked your phone. The message read, “Hey, Robbie wanted me to let you know he woke up feeling sick and won’t be able to make it tonight.”

Your face fell into a frown as you read over the message again, your thumbs hovered over the keyboard as you thought up a response.

Another message from Charlie arrived moments later. “He said he’d take over any revisions if you and I would still be willing to finish the presentation tonight.”

The corner of your lips twitched up into a half smile. Now that you and Charlie were on seemingly good terms again, there shouldn’t be any issue with just the two of you working on this together.

Your fingers unknowingly found themselves twisted through your hair as you typed your response. “Works for me. Same time and place?”

Charlie sent his response almost instantly. “Yeah, sounds good.”

You had quite a bit of time to spare until 7pm rolled around. You went through your weekend routine as usual, cleaning up as you went throughout the home. By 6pm you had showered and pulled yourself mostly together. As you stood in front of your bathroom mirror, running your fingers through your drying hair, a new thought crept into your mind. You couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like to run your fingers through Charlie’s mess of hair.

Your skin burned hot as you dropped your hands at your sides. You couldn’t bring yourself to look back up at your own reflection.

You couldn’t shake the thought as you made your way into the kitchen downstairs. You stared blankly into the pantry, your thoughts elsewhere.

Of course, you had always believed there was something charming about Charlie’s character. He was objectively good looking, at least you had thought so. But, thinking back on those few moments you shared alone with him on the porch the night before, there was just something- something about him was strikingly beautiful.

You bit at your lip, squinting your eyes as you pulled your thoughts together. You reminded yourself that the last thing you wanted to do at the moment was become wrapped up in unrequited crushes and feelings similar to the sort. It was just easier on your own. You had come to this conclusion years ago. It was understandably difficult to trust others, impossible to let anybody in.

Just as you were about to shut the pantry door, your eyes caught a glint in the back of the pantry, just behind a bag of sugar. You reached forward, grabbing the bottle in your hands.

You turned over a bottle of red wine, scanning the label quickly.

You hummed to yourself, setting the bottle on the kitchen counter. You stared it down for a moment, tapping your foot against the hardwood flooring.

You had no clue how long it had been stuffed away back there. Surely your aunt wouldn’t miss it too terribly. You glanced up at the clock above the stove which read 6:44pm. A small glass wouldn’t hurt anything, just something to dispel your faltering nerve.

You dug through the kitchen drawers, searching for a bottle opener. Just as you popped the cork, a knock at the front door rang through the home. ‘Shit.’ You steadied yourself, nearly knocking the bottle off the counter.

You thought you would have had at least a few more minutes to yourself. You quickly made your way to the front door, taking a deep breath before turning the handle.

Charlie stood in front of you. One hand buried in his front pocket, the other holding the strap of his backpack over his shoulder. You held the frame of the door, following his line of sight to your bare legs. You felt your face grow hot. You hadn’t realized just how much of your oversized t-shirt covered the small shorts you wore underneath.

You quickly pulled your t-shirt up, holding it against your stomach. “Shorts, promise.” God, why were you acting like this?

Charlie swallowed, looking up to meet your eyes. “Yeah, right.” There was a moment of quiet passed between the two of you. Charlie’s eyes drifted just past you into the entryway.

“Oh, right. Come in.” You pushed the door open further for him. He followed you inside, stepping beside you as you locked the door behind him.

He turned to head towards the living room. Without giving it much thought, you interjected. “We can go up to my room.” You motioned up the stairs, watching as Charlie stopped in his tracks.

“Your room? Your aunt won’t mind?” He asked, raising an eyebrow as he kicked his shoes off.

“Oh no, she wouldn’t mind. She’s out of town this weekend, anyway.” You replied.

Charlie froze for a moment, looking up the stairs past you. He met your eyes again before responding. “Cool, yeah. Your room sounds great.”

You smile down at him, leading him up the staircase.

“Well, this is it,” you shrugged. “Just put your stuff anywhere you’d like.” You finished, motioning around the room.

You picked your bag off the ground and climbed into your bed, moving close to the wall. Charlie placed his stuff on the desk beside your bed before dropping himself into the adjoining chair. You began pulling out your things, watching as he intently did the same. He seemed so incredibly focused on the things in front of him. Neither of you spoke.

As you opened your laptop to access the shared group presentation, Charlie spoke up.

“Okay, I actually went ahead and got everything finished up earlier today.” Your breath got stuck in your chest as you met his eyes. “I figured we could just work on any revisions together.” You could tell from just below your line of sight that he was nervously messing with the corner of a piece of his notebook paper.

“Oh,” you weren’t sure what to say. “Well, thank you. You totally didn’t have to-”

“No, I know. I wanted to.” Charlie interrupted.

You nodded, sucking in your bottom lip. You scanned through the presentation. It really had been finished. It must have taken him hours.

There was an uncomfortable silence, making the air thick and heavy around you. You wished you could think of something else to say. An image of the opened bottle of red wine in the kitchen flashed in your mind.

“Would you like something to drink?” You asked so softly, you couldn’t have been certain you had actually asked it aloud.

Charlie’s eyes snapped up to meet you. Relief almost played itself across his expression. “Yes, please. If it’s not any trouble.” He rubbed his palms flat against the denim against his thighs.

You shot up, crawling out of bed. “Not at all.” You gave him your most reassuring smile.

You rushed downstairs, throwing open the cabinet where you knew Irina kept her best glasses. You grabbed two by the stem and held the bottle in the other hand.

You made your way carefully up the stairs, stopping in the doorway of your bedroom.

Charlie peered behind himself, eyes falling to the bottle in your hand.

“Oh,” he began, “I didn’t realize…”

You suddenly felt incredibly stupid. Did he even drink?

“I’m sorry, I should’ve clarified. I can go and grab some water or something-” You began turning on your heel.

Charlie was quick to rise to his feet. “No, no, this is great.” He carefully took the glasses and bottle from your hands. You inhaled sharply and nodded as his fingers brushed against your own.

You climbed back into bed, watching him fill each glass, respectively. You couldn’t help but notice the way his hand slightly shook as he passed you your glass.

You took a long drink, watching him do the same. It felt so warm in your throat. You sighed, sinking further into the bed. Charlie seemed to relax a bit in his spot as well.

A few minutes passed by in a much more comfortable quietness.

You couldn’t help but become distracted by the man sitting beside you. He just felt so far away. You wished he’d have sat on the bed next to you instead. Every once in a while, you’d feel him glance over at you as you reread the same passage over and over again, still for some reason, unable to comprehend what it said.

You peered up from your notes, watching Charlie slide a scribbled over sticky note that sat stuck to the base of your lamp.

You recognized it immediately, feeling yourself shift awkwardly. It was one of the lists you kept from film club, filled almost entirely with movies that Charlie had mentioned in passing.

“Are these…?” Charlie asked, eyes widening as he made his way down the list.

You rolled over onto your stomach, reaching over to pull the list from Charlie’s hands.

“Mhm,” you nodded. “I’ve almost gotten myself caught up.” You tried your best to conceal the shyness you felt at being found out.

Your heart picked up quickly as he looked you over. There was something about his expression that felt so heavy, it was an unfamiliar sight.

“What’s next on your list?” He asked, picking up the glass you had set down and refilling it alongside his own.

You read over the scratched out mess of your handwriting. “Dawn of the Dead, but the 1978 version. Not the remake, of course.”

A smirk spread across Charlie’s lip, as if he’d taught you well. He held up your glass to take from him. You took it from him slowly, feigning to be worried about spilling a single drop. By this point, your head was already beginning to feel fuzzy. It was a comfortable warmth.

You slipped the note into your backpack, trying to focus once again on the presentation in front of you. It was useless.

Before giving it much thought, you spoke up, “You know, I’ve already rented it.”

Robbie could manage the revisions on his own, right?

“Oh yeah?” Charlie asked, turning in his chair to face you.

“Yeah,” you began, trying to convince yourself that this next question would actually be a good idea. “Would you want to watch it with me?”

“Tonight?” Charlie’s hands were back against the top of his thighs. His eyes flashed between you and the T.V. that was mounted above your dresser on the opposite side of your bedroom.

“If that would be okay with you, I’m honestly not getting much work done over here.” You replied, getting up from the bed.

Charlie cleared his throat before answering. “Yeah, yeah, that sounds cool.”

You smiled over your shoulder at him as you made your way over the DVD player that sat on top of your dresser.

You messed with the CD case, popping it open and inserting the disk. You picked up the remote, waiting until the title screen flashed on the T.V. above you. You noticed the top drawer of the dresser was pulled halfway open; you slid it closed, scolding yourself. It contained the clothing you’d dread any guest seeing. You swore you were always so careful about keeping these things in order.

You flipped your bedroom lights off, dimming the lamp that sat on the desk beside Charlie before finding your place back in bed.

You pressed play, finishing the last of the wine in your glass, before setting the remote and glass on the desk beside you.

A few moments passed by uninterrupted. You looked over at Charlie. He was sitting so unbelievably stiff in the chair, it just seemed so uncomfortable.

“Charlie,” you called out to him. He snapped his eyes to meet your own. “You don’t have to watch the entire movie from my desk.” You half laughed.

He stood quickly, nearly knocking things about your desk. You tried your best to hide your smile as he laid down on top of the mattress; the bed dipped under his weight.

You both kept a fair amount of distance between each other. The movie was well underway. However, you found yourself becoming increasingly more interested in the uneven way Charlie’s chest rose and fell with each breath than what was happening on the screen.

You wished you could just reach over and touch him, move the hair out of his eyes, trace your finger over the arch of his nose.

You could barely take notice of the way your vision had fixated on him as your head grew blurred and warm.

You wished he’d turn and face you, say something. He seemed to be frozen in place, legs and arms held in a way that’d rival a statue. His face was fixated on the T.V., as if he were too nervous to move even an inch. It was so warm. The room felt so warm.

You could barely catch the small glimpses he’d spare towards you from his peripherals. You wish he’d just reach over- your eyes trailed down to his hands resting on his stomach, watching the veins in them roll as his finger flexed and twitched.

You reached up, placing a hand against your face. Your skin was cold to the touch. Why did everything feel so warm?

Your clothing suddenly felt increasingly more suffocating. You were growing desperate for some form of relief. You pulled at the collar of your shirt. Your shorts felt so tight, nearly restricting. You couldn’t explain why you felt so hot. The t-shirt you had on could almost be a dress, anyway, right?

You climbed over Charlie, one hand on either side of his chest. You steadied yourself on the ground, your head thoroughly swimming. You tried your very best to focus forward on the movie. You unbuttoned the waist of your shorts, carefully stepping out of them.

You heard a heavy sigh from behind you; the sound made the hair on your skin raise.

“I’m sorry, moving out of the way. Promise.” You laughed, turning back to face Charlie.

You slid into the bed, finding your spot in the small space between Charlie and the edge of the mattress. Opting not to try to climb over him again in your current state.

Charlie froze in place beside you as you shifted on to your side, trying to find the most comfortable spot between him and the screen. He was warm, so warm. You had just felt as though you were burning up moments ago, but the thought of him moving any further away made your body ache. His warmth was soothing.

You could feel Charlie’s uncertainty as he began to shift away from you in the bed, providing you with more space presumably.

You couldn’t explain why you did what you did next. You reacted without giving it much thought at all. You reached behind you, pulling Charlie’s furthest hand towards you until it rested on top of your hair.

The new position forced him to shift in bed beside you until he was lying on his side as well. His hand flexed under your touch. You wished you could pull him closer.

His fingers stretched throughout your hair and you sighed, feeling your back sink closer to his chest. You could nearly feel his heart pounding against you. Your hand fell to rest on your side.

His other hand shifted, moving into a more comfortable position below your neck. “Is this okay?” He whispered right behind your ear. The feeling of his cool breath sent chills up your spine. You nodded, the words lost from you.

You reached up, tracing the veins wove through his forearm. His fist closed and flexed at your touch. The film, just as the presentation, was now lost on you.

It was just him beside you. The way he smelt, his fingers carefully sliding through your hair and across your cheek, the unsteady beat of his heart against your back. You found yourself sinking further and further into his arms. A heavy sigh slipped from your lips as he pulled through the mess of your hair.

At the sound of your voice, Charlie shifted his weight, wrapping his arm under your neck further to pull you around to face him.

You both seemed surprised at his sudden movement. You were now face to face, just inches apart. The movie murmured faintly off somewhere in the distance.

Even in the dark, his blue eyes were so incredibly clear. You reached up, brushing the hair that had fallen in front of his face away. His eyes flitted between your own eyes and lips. You had never noticed before just how full his own lips were. His lips were tinted a deep red from the cherry wine you had shared. You couldn’t help but imagine how sweet he’d taste.

If you’d just move a bit closer-

Both of his large hands wrapped throughout your hair again in near desperation.

You returned the gesture, pushing your thigh through the middle of his own. Lips crashed against one another.

It was unlike anything you had experienced before. This brash kiss fell into a soft rhythm, gentle exploration as you rocked into one another.

It didn’t take long until the slow movements devolved into a harsh quick pace as you both grew more comfortable in each other’s arms. There was an air of near violence as your tongues wrapped around each other.

You needed more of him, needed to be impossibly closer in any way you could. Sensing this, Charlie wrapped his arms around you, pulling you on top to straddle his waist.

You sat back, smiling down at him as he unintentionally bucked his hips up closer to you. It was wonderful seeing the state he was in. You knew you were in just about the same shape.

You were quick to meet his lips again. He held you steadily against himself, continuing to rock himself against you.

Your hands hazily fumbled with the buttons of his shirt. You needed to feel more of his skin against you. The barrier of clothing that separated you from him made you miserable.

Once the last button was popped, he sat up in bed. Pulling you up with him, his arm clung around your waist. He shrugged the shirt off of himself, throwing it on the ground. You were quick to bring your lips to his again, running your hands up his now bare stomach. He was impossibly toned, felt hard to the touch.

“Fuck.” He groaned against your lips as your hips rolled against him. You could feel him getting hard below you. A blush crept up your skin. The sound of his voice like this built up an indiscernible feeling inside of you. You wanted to hear him make that sound again.

His hands were quick to find themselves under your t-shirt, his thumb brushed against the outer lace of your bra. He reached behind you, fumbling with the clasp. You leaned your head against his, smiling softly as he gazed at you in wonder.

You reached behind yourself, helping him with his work uncertain work. You slid the bra off yourself, throwing it next to Charlie’s discarded shirt. You grabbed the hem of your t-shirt and pulled it swiftly over your head.

You could hear Charlie’s breath audibly stuck in his throat as his eyes darted wildly across your body. The full weight of this situation nearly hit you at once. You brought your arms shyly across your chest. You had never been in front of a man this way.

You could barely meet his eyes. He was quick to pull you back in to kiss him. “God, you’re so fucking perfect.” He whispered against you as he kissed your forehead. Your arms melted down to your side as his hands traced the curve of your waist.

You could feel his hands shake as he cupped your breasts, his fingers softly grazed against your nipples. You sighed, pulling him closer to you. That frenzied feeling returned in full force.

You needed impossibly more of him. He was quick to act, laying you back down on the bed. He hovered over you, eyes burning into your nearly naked body in front of him.

His right hand reached down, fumbling with his buckle. You watched intently as his hand slipped underneath the waistband of his boxers to adjust himself. Your eyes fluttered back as you traced your fingers mindlessly over the defined v-line that led further down his hips. He shook at your touch.

His lips found themselves trailing kisses down your neck and chest. He was so gentle with you. Painfully gentle. Your hands wove through his hair, arching up into him as his pace quickened. He slid further down the bed, wrapping his arms around both of your legs, holding them open to kiss down your thighs.

You were practically already coming undone below him. He’d come so close to the spot you wanted him to be. Every time he’d pull back away, you’d whine in frustration. He’d hum back against you in response.

You couldn’t handle the pressure building up inside you anymore. Your right hand traced slowly underneath the lace of your panties. You stopped just before slipping through your folds, looking up to meet Charlie’s eyes. His expression seemed nearly pained, completely desperate.

“I don’t know- I’ve never…” Charlie could barely get the words out from between his lips. Even in the dim lighting, you could tell he was flustered, embarrassed at his own lack of experience. It was reassuring to you though, you had practically no experience with all of this either. It was sweet, how shy he seemed at that moment.

“It’s okay. I’ll show you.” You gave him a reassuring smile before carefully intertwining your fingers with his own. He followed suit, hooking his free hand around your panties before sliding them off you. Your desperation for him drowned out any insecurity you could have possibly felt with him above you in that state you were in.

You brought his fingers against you, sighing into him as he carefully let you guide him in slow circles against your clit. The knot deep inside you only grew as he became increasingly comfortable. Your hands dropped to his shoulders as he became familiar with the pace and direction you wanted.

His free arm wrapped around your back, gripping your sides with bruising force as you started to writhe below him. His head dipped beside your ear, “Please, please let me taste you.” He practically begged.

You could only nod, sucking in a sharp breath as his fingers moved faster, losing their rhythm.

He was quick to shift his weight as he sat up for a moment, pulling off his constricting jeans and socks, leaving him nearly entirely exposed. You groaned at the sight of him in front of you. He was so damningly beautiful. Your vision flitted down to the large impression in his boxers, your eyes widened at the size of him.

Before you could process this discovery, he was kneeling on the bed in front of you again. One arm snaked around your thigh as you propped yourself on your elbows to watch him make his way through his.

He kissed just above your clit, eyes looking up at you for approval.

“Please Charlie,” you urged him on.

His lips were against your most sensitive spot immediately. You cried out, screwing your eyes shut. Nothing had ever been so perfect as this. He kissed against you a few more times before deciding to explore you with his tongue, “Fuck, it’s so good.” He groaned against you, speaking more to himself than you.

The vibration of his deepening voice sent shockwaves throughout your body. Your eyes and legs involuntarily worked to screw shut. Charlie acted quick, pushing your thighs back apart with a painful grip. You were sure you’d have his finger prints bruised into your skin the next morning. ‘Good’ you thought to yourself.

You could tell he was trying his best to emulate the motion you had shown him with your fingers with his tongue. It was maddening, completely perfect.

“Fuck baby, you’re doing so well.” The words spilled mindlessly out of you. He groaned as you rolled your hips against him. Your eyes trailed down his chest. His right hand found its way inside his boxers. He was palming at himself as if he were in pain. You wanted to be the one to relieve him.

The sight of him pleasing himself as he worked you over was enough to nearly send you crashing blindly over the edge. You could barely get the next words out of you, “Don’t, don’t touch yourself.” You were trying to keep it all together as he whined against you, following your demands.

“Fuck Charlie, I’m going to…” you said between broken moans.

He pulled away for a moment, his entire expression darkened. It could’ve easily been terrifying in any other context, you noted to yourself. The fingers that had just been wrapped around your thigh found themselves quickly against your entrance. Your eyes widened as you connected with his gaze, realizing his intentions. You’d do anything to have him inside of you.

He kissed your lips. You sucked the taste of yourself off of him, dragging his bottom lip between your teeth. His middle and ring dove forward inside of you. His other hand came up quickly to muffle your screams.

“Shit, you’re so tight.” His chest shuddered at his own words. A tear rolled down your face as he talked you through it. “So wet for me.”

His free hand pressed down against your lower stomach. The additional pressure was the last push you needed. Your whole nervous system seemed to snap as his fingers fucked you through your high. You could barely hear his praise as your ears rang out with incredulous force. You were sobbing out his name, vision white and spotted at the blinding pleasure.

He pulled out of you carefully, slowly letting you come back to yourself for a moment before diving his tongue back against you.

You writhed up against the footboard. It was too much, too overstimulating. Your hands pulled at his hair to push him away. He grabbed both your wrists with one hand, holding you in place below him. You were babbling, stuck between ‘It’s too much’ and ‘please don’t stop.’

Within a matter of moments, you were coming undone again against his face. Your mind was shattered, your body a wreck under his touch.

He fell back against the headboard, catching his breath as he watched you ride out your high.

As soon as you could partially catch your breath again, you sat up, watching him shift uncomfortably from his pressing erection.

It was his turn to be taken care of. You crawled your way up to rest between his thighs. His eyes darted across your face, as if he were trying to read your thoughts.

You couldn’t hide your smile as you leaned into him. You kissed him slowly, licking across his lips. Your lips slowly made their way down his chest as your fingers grazed across the fabric against his cock. He whimpered above you at the pressure. The sound made your stomach clench. You’d give anything to hear it again.

He slid further down the bed as your lips trailed kisses and shallow bites marks further down his stomach.

Once you could tell he was in a more comfortable position, you hooked your fingers into the waistline of boxers. He lifted his hips, helping you pull them down his thighs before discarding them on the ground below.

You sat back on your heels, mouth agape at the sight in front of you. You could do little to hide your shock at the uncovered size of him.

You glanced up at him, willing yourself to put on a face that feigned at least a hint of experience. He smirked down at you, as if he could tell exactly what thoughts were passing through your mind.

“You don’t have to…” he muttered, eyes still full of adoration for you.

Before giving him the opportunity to finish his sentence, you wrapped your fingers against the base of his cock. You could feel him pulse under your touch. His next words were stuck and gone in his chest.

You held his gaze as your hand carefully twisted its way up to the tip of his cock. You gathered his precum on your fingers and circled it around the length of him. His mouth fell open as his stomach flexed under you.

“Does that feel good?” You asked softly.

He bit his lip, nodding his head yes. You were quick to pick up your pace at his approval.

His hands were desperate, switching between grabbing at the bedsheets and headboard and any of your skin he could get ahold of. Stunning whimpers and pleas spilled out of him as you found the motion and speed he needed.

You pulled away for a moment, moving yourself further down the bed. You held him still in one hand again as you kissed a trail down from his navel. Your eyes met with his as your lips hovered above the tip of his cock. You gathered spit on the tip of your tongue and let it fall slowly onto him. He cursed a string of expletives, his eyes rolling back into his head as you took him into your mouth.

You thought carefully over each motion, keeping your teeth back, hollowing out your cheeks. The sensation was entirely new, but the way he began to convulse below you let you know you were doing something right. You wanted nothing more than to make him feel the same way he had made you.

His hands wrapped almost painfully through your hair as he bucked further and further down your throat. You tried your best to relax, allowing him to take the space he wanted.

Your throat burned, tears and spit covered your face and chest. You wouldn’t have possibly wanted it any other way.

You were both becoming increasingly sloppy and starved in your movements. His right hand grabbed at your throat, pulling your face up to meet his eyes. You stilled, letting him fuck your throat as he pleased. It didn’t take long before his movements stilled and stuttered.

You felt him pulse in your mouth; you were flooded with his release, warmth coated your throat and tongue. The taste and sight above you made your entire body shudder. It was heavenly. You felt truly blessed to be the cause of it all. You could vaguely make out your name being spilled from between his lips.

His chest heaved as you carefully pulled away from him, his cock falling against his stomach.

You caught his eyes again, making a show to swallow what he had given to you. He pulled you into himself, kissing all over your face until you were laughing in his arms.

You dropped into the bed beside him, watching him shift his weight and stand. He scanned the room before spotting the bath towel that hung beside your bedroom door. He made quick work of cleaning the two of you up, tracing kisses across you as he did so.

Your nerves were all shot. Your entire being was exhausted and heavy.

He dropped the towel next to the discarded pile of clothing that had accumulated on your bedroom floor. Charlie slid back in bed beside you, lifting the disheveled duvet over you both. He pulled you up onto his chest. You sighed as he swept the hair out of your face.

You were in a complete haze, halfway into a deep sleep.

“Thank you,” Charlie whispered above you.

You hummed, reaching up to kiss under his jaw. “Thank you.” You replied, pulling a sore a leg over his thighs, resting your head back down against him.

The movie’s title screen music played on repeat in the background; you couldn’t be the least bit bothered to turn it off.

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icarus-star · 6 months

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nsfw alphabet // charlie walker

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

he loves to put on a movie n cuddle! getting both of you cleaned up, wrapping his arms around you and playing whatever film you desire.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

fem!reader: sorry to say, but his favorite thing on you, out of anything else, is definitely your boobs. not just sexually, he likes using them as pillows. but don't get me wrong, seeing a bit of cleavage or seeing them bounce will always have his mind wandering. gn!reader: for some reason, he finds your neck appealing. he loves kissing you there. he gets so embarrassed when he sees you sporting hickeys he left the night prior, but deep down he loves it more than anything. masc!reader: your lips. he likes kissing you a lot, it's one of his favorite things to do. he thinks that your lips specifically are perfect for kissing (he bites them, too).

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

believe it or not, he doesn't have too big of a preference as to where he cums. he likes wearing a condom, so he'll probably cum in you, but in the condom.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he has SO MANY. i mean, he steals your underwear all the time to use to jerk off with. he's honestly a major stalker. if you have any mildly risque photos or videos posted on instagram or SOMETHING, they're immediately getting screenshotted n added to his collection. he also has a bunch of other photos of you from other sources (behind your window at night).

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

no experience at all. no clue what he's doing outside of the porn marathons he has biweekly.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

he loves when you ride him. being able to watch your body move on top of his, your face looking down (maybe a little condescending) at him. he does also enjoy missionary. pounding into you is something he likes a ton.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

he'll make jokes every now and then. he thinks it brings up the mood when both of you are being super serious, which he finds pretty intimidating.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

he tries to shave. he accidentally cuts himself pretty often, so he gets anxious when he tries to. but most of the time he's got some overgrown stubble, and a very very mild happy trail.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

he doesn't really know what he's doing in that sense. but he does really enjoy being slow and intimate. caressing the back of your head softly while you kiss down his neck and ride him.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

very often, pretty much every night. he's incredibly horny, especially when he thinks about you. his mind wander and he starts thinking about how you would look above him, bouncing on his cock. that leads to his hands traveling down into his pants, stroking his cock and whispering your name to himself. (he also probably has a fleshlight that he uses occasionally whilst watching porn)

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

hm, i don't think that he has the most hefty list in the world, but is definitely into some stuff. mutual masturbation, hair pulling (mainly receiving, but wouldn't be opposed to pulling yours), slight blood kink (mainly stuff like fuckin' you on your period), he's actually quite the masochistic, not always, but he'd be alright with you choking him, just not to the point of passing out. he's also super into dirty talk (giving and receiving, both degradation and praise as well). over stimulation!! again, both ways.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

your bedroom, his bedroom, someone's guest bedroom. any bedroom. or in his or your car, he'd like that too. the back of a movie theater! your giving him a hand job, he's fingering you/giving you a hand job and you're both trying to be quiet so you don't get caught. oh he just loves it!

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

most things you do. he gets super horny from a lot of things. your hand on his thigh, if you wear something even slightly scandalous, even just watching a movie together and a suggestive scene comes on.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

there isn't a lot he'd say no to, he's good with trying new things. but no matter what, he is NOT into feet at all or in any way.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

he really enjoys when you give him blow jobs. he cums so quickly from them, and he's super easy to over stimulate. fem!reader: he knows everything from what he's seen in porn, but he does pretty well. he actually really loves eating you out, he'll cum untouched everytime (especially if you pull his hair). he buries his tongue in your cunt, then takes it out and licks and sucks your clit. he's so good. masc!reader: now, he has ZERO clue what he's doing. he kind of applies what he like to you and sucks you off how he likes to be sucked. he very much struggles with deep throating you, so he pays attention to the tip and jerks you off.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

he likes fast. mainly because he just wants to feel good, and he thinks that fast feels better. nothing else.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

maybe. you wanna fuck him in the movie theater bathroom while the commercials play? sure! in the cinema club room before anyone else arrives? maybe not.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

only risk he's gonna take is... literally stalking you. he's nervous to cum inside, he's got a love-hate relationship with getting caught. but oh boy, watching you from outside of your window. he just loves it.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

2 rounds, after that he'll get pretty over stimulated and stuff, not that he'd complain.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

yes! when he masturbates, he uses a flesh light. other than that, stuff like butt plugs he'd prefer watching you use. maybe you could surprise him with a cockring, he'd use it if you really wanted.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

not always, but sometimes he can be super mean. edging you and calling you dirty dirty names.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

sooo loud! he whimpers and whines a lot, his cock is sensitive. he also talks a lot, either subby little pleads or mean degrading words.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

movie night with him and all of your other friends, your next to him and almost sitting on his lap. during the movie, his hands travel along your thighs, up further and further. he whispers into your ear, telling you to stay quiet for him while he fingers you/jerks you off. he doesn't necessarily want to get caught, but he wouldn't have a problem with it.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

probably the most standard cock, not that thats a bad thing. around 5 inches, decent girth.

definitely above average, he's horny horny. say, your busy working on something. whatever, he'll almost beg for your attention without actually asking. he'll kiss you and pout when you push him away. 8.3/10

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

he doesn't get too sleepy, but if you fall asleep he'll sleep with you.

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lvndryyhoe · 1 year

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Could you do a Charlie walker x reader fanfic ? There’s so little on this app 😭 nsfw if u can

yes ofc!! ur so right tho there’s no Charlie smut on this app dhskdhdkdb…

warnings: virgin!charlie, experienced!reader, smut, virginity loss, overstimulation, p in v, riding

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you’ve had your eyes on the brown haired boy for a while now. you knew you could get whatever you wanted out of him, i mean, he’s in the cinema club for god’s sake…

- - - a few days ago - - -

you’re sat in your usual spot with jill and kirby when a tall figure comes up to you. “hm?” you hum at him. the boy snaps back into reality and clears his throat. “hi! i’m charlie walker, i’m looking for more people to join the cinema club. are you interested?” you look up at him for a brief moment with a confused expression. kirby snickers at your reaction. he opens his mouth like he’s going to say something but eventually walks away.

- - - present day - - -

you can’t stop thinking about that god damn boy. how hot it would be to see him writhe underneath you at the slightest touch. you’re so lost in your little daydream that you didn’t even notice the day was over. perfect. you thought, you’re going to go there now and try and get to know charlie a little better.

when you get there you crack open the slightly ajar door and see the boy sitting alone on one of the desks.

“hey charlie”

“oh- hey. hey y/n. i uhh, i didnt expect you to come!”

well i do.

you walk over to him, swaying your hips seductively.

once you get close to him he looks up at you. you’re both waiting for the other to make a move.

“y/n…please”

and with that you kiss him softly, you begin to straddle him and he leans forward simultaneously pushing his tongue into your mouth making you moan.

you get on your knees and unzip his jeans, getting rid of the constrictive fabric making him hiss at the sudden removal of his boxers. you lick an experimental stripe up his cock making him let out the hottest sound you’ve ever heard.

you make your way back on his lap and mark his neck with bites followed by sucks. when you look at him he nods his head again, confirming he's ready. you sink onto him in one swift motion making him buck his hips up into your tight cunt, groaning at the unfamiliar feeling.

you clench your walls around him and continue to ride him, letting out moans when you feel his warmth spill inside you, painting your walls white. he tries to pull out of you but you push him into the table, bouncing harder on his cock. he lets out louder whines as his dick twitches from the overstimulation.

finally, you clench around him one last time before pulling off him. you press one last kiss into his sweaty forehead before walking off, leaving him covered in both of your fluids.

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floralcyanide · 7 months

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˚₊✩‧₊◜kinktober 2023! ―

― day three ⛧ blood play

Ghostface!Charlie Walker x Ghostface!Reader

You and Charlie celebrate a successful night with the traces of your crime. (Charlie and reader are 18+)

warnings: smut, blood kink, mentions and descriptions of blood, spit kink, mentions of murder, mentions of serial murder, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, oral sex (f receiving), blood play, Charlie and reader are 18+

word count: 1096

author's note: everyone give it up for day 3!! I loved writing this one ugh there's something that makes me feral about Charlie. I hope everyone is having a great October so far and please enjoy this fic! feedback is much appreciated <3

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this fic has been cross posted to ao3.

ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ, ʀᴇᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇ, ᴏʀ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀs ᴏɴ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ, ᴀᴏ3, ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ, ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴡᴇʙsɪᴛᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ɪɴ ᴀɪ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀs ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀʀᴛɪғɪᴄɪᴀʟ ɪɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴄᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ᴛᴏ sᴇʟʟ ғᴏʀ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴏɴ.

It was a thrilling kill, to say the least. Finally, Robbie has shut the hell up forever, and it was all by you and Charlie’s hands. You take pride in it- being covered in Robbie’s blood. Everyone in the house is dead, and everything has gone according to plan. Now, all that needs to be done is celebrate. You and Charlie drive as fast as possible to your house, sneaking back up the tree by your bedroom window and climbing through it. Once both of you silently land on the floor, Charlie grabs your face and kisses you passionately.

“We did it,” he whispers, a prideful gleam in his eye.

His face is covered in the light of the bedside lamp on the table, making him look softer than usual. But his eyes tell another story. They’re growing darker as they stare into yours. You can feel Robbie’s blood turning cold against your skin, where it soaked through the Ghostface cloak. You waste no time peeling off the costume, tossing it to the floor. You maintain eye contact with Charlie as he does the same. He reaches for your blood-soaked t-shirt, pulling it over your head as he reconnects his lips with yours. Even your bra is ruined with poor Robbie’s blood, but you don’t care. You don’t hesitate to remove it while Charlie attacks your mouth with his tongue. His hands move everywhere on your exposed body, rubbing the blood across your skin. There’s a splatter of it on Charlie’s cheek, and you pull away from his kiss before moving your face to the side to lick it off.

“Fuck,” Charlie mutters under his breath, grabbing you by the hips, “I so want you right now.”

“Then have me,” you grin, tugging at his shirt that was almost sopped with blood.

The red substance is smeared on Charlie’s chest after he removes the shirt, and you playfully draw a heart in it. Charlie shoves you onto your bed, climbing on top of you before roughly kissing along your throat. You press your chest against Charlie’s, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer. The kiss becomes more heated when Charlie pushes his knee against your clothed core, adding much-needed friction. You start grinding against his knee softly, moaning into the kiss. Charlie pulls away momentarily to yank your slightly bloody jeans off your legs, letting them fall to the floor. He scrambles to remove his own pants and kicks them off his ankles. Charlie wastes no time teasing you through your underwear, letting a wet spot gather at your covered entrance before pulling off the garments. He buries his face into you immediately, licking a fat stripe up your slit and relishing in your taste. Charlie moans, shutting his eyes as he starts lapping at you. You grab his hair, pushing it away from his face so he can focus on eating you out. Charlie slips a finger inside you, focusing his tongue on your clit as his eyes meet yours. You’re trying your best to keep quiet as your family is asleep.

Adding a second finger, Charlie moves to lick at your stomach and breasts, spreading blood around your torso as he does so. He takes the blood and lets it mix with his spit before he spats on your pussy, removing his fingers to replace them with his length. Charlie spreads his saliva around with the tip of his cock before pushing into you slowly. You cover your mouth with your arm so you don’t accidentally cry out too loudly. Charlie guides himself into you until he reaches the hilt, sighing at the feeling of you clenching around him. He spreads the remainder of the blood along your tits with his hands covered in drying blood. Despite the gloves he wore, blood still soaked through the cloak sleeves and ran down Charlie’s arms and past his wrists. Usually, the idea of blood made you feel queasy, but after tonight, you’ve seen enough of it to be desensitized to the nausea. It even turns you on now.

“Taking my cock so well, baby,” Charlie coos, slapping your left breast, watching in delight as it bounces and makes your nipple more erect.

You moan when Charlie hits that sweet spot inside you. Charlie lifts your legs to place them on his shoulders to fuck you deeper than before. The sound of muffled moans and your bed slightly squeaking almost drowns out the high-pitched sirens going down the street.

“Wonder where they’re headed to?” you joke, a sick grin on your face.

“Guess we’ll find out tomorrow,” Charlie smiles at you, squeezing your bloody tits.

You’re gripping his taut arm muscles as he holds your hip with one hand and the sheets with the other. Charlie picks up the speed of his thrusts, and you swivel your hips in time with his. You feel the familiar warmth spreading through your body as your orgasm approaches. Charlie reaches down between the two of you and starts to rub your clit with the mixture of the blood, spit, and arousal that still seeped out of you from moments before. The slipperiness allows more effortless movement of the bundle of nerves, sending your body into overdrive. Your legs tremble on Charlie’s shoulders as your knees clamp around his head.

“That’s it, cum for me,” Charlie coaxes, “So beautiful.”

Charlie hurriedly pulls out before he finishes, his hot cum spurting onto your chest. You’re both panting, trying to catch your breath as your highs come down. You were covered in sweat, blood, spit, and cum and desperately needed a shower. Especially since you had class in the morning.

“Wanna shower? Then you have to go,” you ask before giving Charlie a playful pout.

“Absolutely,” Charlie sighs, climbing off your bed and holding a hand out for you to grab. After showering and watching Charlie climb out of your window and down the tree, you think about tomorrow and what it will bring. Hopefully, you and Charlie were careful enough. You look over at your bloody clothes and cloak, deciding that you should probably go into the backyard and burn them before morning. So you spend the next hour dousing the clothing in lighter fluid and dropping a match into the metal trash canister where you tossed them. You watch as the flames lick away the fabric, blackness taking over your old and no longer white shirt that was soaked with Robbie’s blood. Poor Robbie, you think, he would’ve had a blast filming people at school tomorrow. Oh well.

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lustkillers · 8 months

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hii!! i really liked your gabe fanfic!

can I request a fic with charlie walker?

basically the reader gets all hot and bothered but charlie is out late at night on cinema club business (ghost face shit) and the reader calls him and they have phone sex.

thank u love<3

DROP YOUR SHIFT AND PICK UP THE PHONE!

⊹₊ ⋆ summary. - how could he ever say no to her?

┃ tags/warnings. ࿐ ❪ nsfw freak shit, phone sex, masturbation. charlie accidentally missing a date, a bit angsty if you squint. idk what else to tag i'm so sorry LMAOO ❫

⊹₊ ⋆ pairing - charlie walker x fem!reader

⊹₊ ⋆ note - thank you sm!! i was going to write this immediately, but i got so held up with homework 😭 but literally screamed when i saw this request 'cause 1. i love charlie walker, and 2. it's my first request :) when i saw your request i immediately thought of cologne by beabadoobee... but hopefully i did your request justice!! requests are open!!

THE night was silent, cold, and dark. Charlie had promised that he would come back before the sun set, but it was 10 PM, and there were no signs of him.

At 10:30, he had sent you a message saying that he was held up with cinema club. You tried to be understanding, but the feeling that bubbled up in your core said otherwise.

You had worn a black set of lingerie on top of loose clothing, his clothing to be exact. You wanted to surprise him with a night of love and passion, but now here you were alone in the dark living room.

Your thighs squished together, sending a jolt of pleasure through your whole body. You thought of Charlie and the way his hands felt on your skin, and you wanted to feel that again. Your breaths were becoming staggered and heavy as you closed your eyes, imagining the way Charlie tasted on your lips.

Now you were alone, with your thoughts that plagued your head. You wanted nothing more than to have Charlie there with you, but for now it was just a daydream.

You needed him, badly.

You moved to the bedroom, and looked around for something that could give you a bit of pleasure in his absence. You hadn't wanted it to come down to this, but your desperation was starting to take over.

A thought bubbled up in your mind, immediately finding your phone. 'He wouldn't mind calling, right?' You thought, and you grabbed the device and punched in Charlie's number.

It took him a few rings to pick up, but when he did your heart fluttered. “Hey babe,” He said with a smile in his voice. He sounded out of breath, which was uncommon if you were just possibly watching movies for a club.

Your breathing was erratic, "H-Hey..." You said, trying to keep yourself composed. You couldn't shake the image of Charlie out of your head and when he spoke it only became more vivid.

However, it felt like your hand had a mind of its own, snaking down your body and stopping right at your slick pussy. You were embarrassed but it felt like what you wanted, and the vibration of Charlie's voice only made it easier to let go.

"H-How's the club going...?" The shakiness in your voice betrayed you, as you tried so hard to not let him know what you were doing. Charlie went silent for a few seconds before he chuckled, and spoke more softly.

"It's going... alright, but I'm more interested in what you're doing right now." On the other line of your phone, his voice sounded... muffled.

Your face flamed up, and your fingers moved faster. You had to bite your lip just to suppress the moan that was threatening to escape.

"I'm just..uh... lying in bed," You lied, hoping he wouldn't notice the conviction behind it.

Charlie chuckled again, "Okay then. Well I'll let you get back to it then," He said, his voice now a low whisper.

Your eyes widened, "N-No!" You almost screamed, "Don't..uh...don't hang up yet." You moaned out.

Charlie hummed, knowing what your true intentions were and it felt like his voice was directly connected to your pussy as your moans grew louder.

His pants grew tighter, his cock pushing against the fabric of his pants. He imagined what it would feel like to bury himself in you, and he couldn't take it anymore.

Fumbling around with his ghostface outfit, he took off his mask, and removed the gloves he had on. Lastly, his hands found itself unbuttoning his pants, the palm of his hand wrapped around his cock.

Pre-cum was already leaking out of his hard cock, his hand moving in a slow pace up and down. His eyes remained closed while he imagined sinking himself deep in you, your tight, wet walls wrapping around him.

On the other end, you could hear him heavily breathing, and it worked you up real bad. Your fingers went in and out of your soaking pussy, the noises being picked up by the phone.

The only thing heard between each lines was the panting and moaning each of you were giving out. Charlie's breathing became more intense as he came closer to the edge, his hand going faster with each stroke.

Your fingers sped up inside you, tears almost forming in your eyes as you reached peak euphoria.

"M'gonna cum, Charlie...!" A cry came out your throat as your back slightly arched upwards.

Charlie's breathing was much louder than yours at this point, the idea of him coming in your mouth or all over your face came to mind making you wetter.

"Come for me… Fuck." He murmured, a deep groan escaping his lips as he reached his climax, cum spilling out of him.

You followed soon after, quivering and trembling as you experienced the most breathtaking orgasm. The two of you were left panting on the other end, sighs being heard every now and then until it slowly simmered down to an awkward silence.

Charlie broke the silence, "I'll be there in twenty." Hanging up.

Before you could say anything, the line went dead.

On Charlie's end, blood and cum was all over his hands.

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slxsherr · 1 year

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Tonight I Feel Like More

read part I here and part III here

pairing: charlie walker x bimbo!fem!reader

summary: you attend your first ever stab-a-thon, and finally make it through all of the movies, so charlie gives you a reward under the guise of keeping you warm.

wc: 2014

warnings: fem!reader, cursing/swearing, mentions of alcohol, mentions of oral sex (m! receiving), public sex, unprotected sex (p in v), mentions of crying, creampie

a/n: reader is described as being taller than charlie while wearing heels i'm sorry if you're short just pretend you're wearing ridiculously high heels 😭

Since your first movie night with Charlie, it’s been his mission to finish all of the Stab movies with you. Which wouldn’t be so hard if you could get past Stab 5, but the whole time travel plot confuses you, which means you get bored, and Charlie has come to realize that your boredom manifests in a rather, promiscuous way.

The first time you only lasted twenty minutes before you were pulling down his pants and busying yourself with his cock, bobbing your head and hollowing your cheeks until you were swallowing his load. After that, the last thing on either of your minds’ was the movie.

He tries again and again, but somehow, someway, you get lost. He thinks he should feel lucky, having a girlfriend as frisky as you, and for the most part he does. But he’s worried, with Stab-A-Thon coming up he knows you’d want to go and support him at his last film festival.

What worries him is that at some point throughout the night you’re gonna get bored, and then he’ll have to find a secluded area of of wherever they decide to throw the party to fuck you silly. A problem he never thought he’d have, but he keeps it in mind while discussing venue options with Robbie.

Eventually they settle on an abandoned farm, far enough to not be bothered by adults, but not too far to the point where the drive is a hassle. They scope out the farmhouse, making sure it’s not too rundown for a gathering of drunk teens. It’s their last year of high school, last year running Cinema Club, last time throwing Stab-A-Thon, and Charlie and Robbie want to go all out.

On the day of, a few more involved club members help Charlie and Robbie set up for Stab-A-Thon, handling decorations and seating while Charlie and Robbie focus on the audio and visual. Before people start arriving, Charlie adds some yellow police tape to the stairs leading up to the hayloft, spewing bullshit about not wanting a drunk idiot to fall when someone asks, not wanting to say the real reason.

As soon as the sun falls over the horizon cars start to pull up, teenagers filing in with drinks, talking over the loud music as they wait for the movies to start. You arrive with Kirby and her friends, visibly annoyed by Jill and Trevor fighting behind you, most likely having had to listen to them argue the whole ride over.

You find Charlie before he spots you, quickly making your way to him through throngs of people, desperate to get away from relationship drama, not wanting it to rub off on you and Charlie. The closer you get to him, the easier it is for him to notice you. You’re dolled up more than usual, pretty makeup and hair he’s gonna feel guilty about ruining later, a short dress barely reaching past your ass, and matching heels that have you standing taller than him.

Most guys would probably be upset by that, but he can’t find it in himself to care when you slot yourself at his side, leaning in to give him a kiss. Your lipgloss is sweet, strawberry or cherry if he had to guess, a thin layer sticking to his own lips when you pull away. Your smile is even sweeter, eyes shining when they meet his, and he’s reminded of the phrase ‘the lights are on but no one’s home’, a perfect description of what goes on in your head.

He can tell you planned your outfit for fashion over function, which is the case for most of your outfits. If you’re not whining in his ear to sneak off he’s sure you’ll be complaining about being cold. But he lets those thoughts fade, focusing instead on your warmth at his side, offering you a sip of his drink.

“What time do the movies start?” You ask, face scrunched up at the bitter taste of whatever alcohol was poured into the jungle juice.

“Shouldn’t be long now,” Charlie answers, pulling his hand out of his pocket to wrap around your waist, bringing you closer to him.

“Actually, we should probably get up there and do our kickoff,” Robbie says, seeing the seats mostly filled in.

“Be right back,” Charlie whispers to you, following Robbie to the projector screen.

Their introduction is short and sweet, poking fun at the franchise’s clichés, while also promoting underage drinking. The crowd cheers, ready for the movies to start, quoting the iconic opening scene as Charlie and Robbie make their way to the back of the crowd to the projectors. You’re sitting on some bales of hay set up for seating, thin blankets keeping the itchy straw from irritating your skin, confusion etched in your features when you see Charlie walk out of the room instead of joining you.

Before you can follow him, Robbie takes a seat next to you, going into a rant about the movie that you only half listen to, convinced Charlie has given you the same rant during one of your private movie nights. You don’t have a chance to interrupt him and ask about Charlie though, jerking away when you feel an arm around your shoulder.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you,” Charlie laughs at your reaction, sitting down next to you. “Got you a drink,” he says, offering you a red cup.

“Thank you,” you say, beaming at him, leaning in for another kiss.

“Uh-uh, watch the movie,” he says, refocusing your attention to the screen.

You roll your eyes, but do as he says, watching the movie silently. The two of you sip on your drinks, moving closer together as more people join you on the bales of hay. By the time the second movie starts, you’re forced into Charlie’s lap after getting up for refills and losing your spot. Not that you mind, sat sideways on his lap and tucked into his chest, you’re surprisingly able to focus on the movies for once.

He entertains you, imitating the killer’s voice and repeating the dialogue for only you to hear, his breath tickling your ear as he whispers the lines. Your giggles are muffled by his chest, his playfulness and the steady beat of his heart comforting you through the jumpscares and violence that you’re still getting used to.

The two of you allow yourself to relax into one another, comfortably watching each movie as the crowd slowly dwindles. You’ve traded your jungle juice for soda, caffeine and sugar slowly sobering any tipsiness as dawn approaches, eyes blinking slowly as you both fight off sleep. You’re so close, the closest you’ve ever been to finishing all seven Stab movies, and he can’t help but bounce his leg nervously, your whole body shaking from the force of his movement.

“Stop that,” you mumble, and he does, but it’s not long before his leg is shaking again. “I thought you’ve seen all of these before, shouldn’t I be the nervous one?” You tease him when he still doesn’t stop.

“Shh, pay attention,” he scolds you, because it’s the final act of the last movie, and you’ve come so far.

You don’t put up a fight, attention easily grabbed as the kill scenes get messier and the main cast dies off one by one. Charlie’s buzzing with excitement during the last few minutes of the movie, watching for your reaction. Your reaction is dampened by your exhaustion, but even the slightest tell of shock has his lips stretching into a smile, holding you closer as the credits begin to roll.

“Wow,” is all you say, stretching out in his arms.

“Well, how do you feel?” He asks you, leaning over you as you lay back.

“Scared, tired, a little cold,” you answer, his hair tickling your skin as his face nears yours.

“Hm, well let’s go to bed then,” he says, sitting up and pulling you up with him.

You follow him to a set of taped off stairs, a thin blanket dragging on the straw covered floor behind him. He holds your hand all the way up the stairs, not wanting you to trip in your heels, spreading the blanket out over the loose stack of hay. The two of you fall onto your makeshift bed for the night, or early morning, laying on your sides as he pulls your back to his chest.

“How about now?” He asks, arms holding you close to him.

“Less scared, less tired, more cold,” you answer, wishing you had also grabbed a blanket.

“Let me warm you up then,” Charlie says, an impish smile on his face as one of his hands moves between your thighs, tickling your skin as his touch trails up.

“Really? Right now?” You ask, and he can’t tell if you’re excited or not, words slurring from exhaustion.

“Only if you want me to,” he answers, teasing your inner thighs, pushing the hem of your dress up.

“Of course I want you to,” you say, his advances reassured as you open your legs for him.

Since your first night together, both of you have learned a lot about each other’s sexual preferences. Although Charlie doesn’t have much experience, he found that it doesn’t take much to turn you on. You’re rather needy, and despite being the one guiding him most of the time, he’s the one doing all the work. Not that he minds.

When he dips his fingers past the waistband of your panties, he’s not surprised to find that you’re already wet, teasing your clit with soft circles as his other hand gropes your tits over your dress. Your hips buck in pleasure, thighs closing around his hand as your leg falls from the force of gravity, ass barely grinding back against him as you seek friction.

“You did so good tonight,” he says, undoing his jeans to pull them down. “Finally watching all of the movies like I asked,” he says, thick head of his cock stretching your slick walls as he pushes into you, your panties merely pulled to the side.

“Anything for you, baby,” you say, pushing back against him, needing to feel him deeper.

His hands hold your hips in place as he thrusts into you, building speed and tempo as he stifles his groans by marking your neck. You bite your fist, painfully aware of the people asleep just beneath the hayloft, struggling to keep your voice down. It’s unfair, Charlie thinks, how good you feel wrapped around him, milking him as you get closer to orgasm.

“What’s that?” He asks, hearing you mumbling something through your fist.

“Harder, please,” you moan, hiding your face in the blanket.

He holds you against him tighter, hips bruising your ass as he fucks you harder. It’s almost like you’re running away from him, grasping at the straw beside you, failing to silence your moans. He has to move one of his hands over your mouth, hearing your voice begin to echo, his other hand holding your hips in place.

Where once the cold nipped at your skin, you’re now sweltering, Charlie’s body heat warming you up from the inside out. With the way he’s pounding into you now, there’s not much you can think about aside from the way the tip of his cock kisses your cervix with each thrust, how it makes heat flare in your belly, and that you’re so fucking close. You don’t realize you’re crying, your vision having gone blurry a while ago, but now you’re seeing stars, hurtling over the edge as he chases his own pleasure.

You’re limp, twitching in his hold, drool and lipgloss smeared against the palm of his hand. It doesn’t take long for him to finish after you, grinding his release into you as he fills you with his hot cum. You whimper from the overstimulation, breathing heavily as both of you ride out the high.

“Goodnight, baby,” Charlie whispers, arms relaxing around you as you both begin drifting off to sleep, still buried deep within you.

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roryculkinluvr · 9 months

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heyo :3 just wondering if you could write about charlie walker having a massive crush on reader, making him all shy and flustered. then reader and charlie get partnered up in a class project so they have to study together- charlie ends up confessing and it ends in some sub!charlie smut? ty if you do this, love ur writing c:

𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

➸ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: sub!virgin!charlie walker x fem!virgin!reader

➸ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: smut, sexual themes, pet names (baby, good boy, angel, etc), p in v, loss of virginity, protected sex, oral (fem received), cum eating, charlie sucks on readers tits, slight mommy kink, dirty talk.

➸ 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: i’m sorry this took me so long to write, it’s much longer than i meant it to be but i hope you enjoy!

charlie had always had crush on you, since freshman year to be exact. the first time he saw you, he became completely and utterly infatuated with you.

senior year was the first time charlie made a move. he took the opportunity when the two of you were in english class, your teacher paired you with charlie for an assignment. a smirk spread across charlie’s mouth as your name left the teachers mouth after his own. his you watched his cheeks turn bright pink when you flashed him a quick smile then turned back to the chalkboard.

once the bell rang, you waited for charlie to pack up so that you two could discuss the project. “hey charlie?”

his gaze shifted from his backpack to you. “hmm?” he hummed with a nod.

“i know it’s a friday, but if you’re not doing anything, we could get together tonight and get started.” you suggested. he began walking towards you, the corners of his mouth turning up as he eyed the dress you wore.

“yeah for sure, do you um… would you wanna come to my house?” he asked, stumbling over his words. you found it endearing that he got nervous around you.

“i’d love that, can i come at six?” you questioned. charlie followed beside you as you left the classroom, entering the hallway.

“yeah, i’ll text you my address.” he responded. charlie was trying so hard to sound ‘nonchalant’.

“perfect. i’ll see you then.” you beamed, turning around to go to your next class.

“see you then.” he echoed. charlie watched as you walked to walked away, shaking his head with a smirk on his face.

at six, you rang charlie’s doorbell, he opened the door and gave you a half smile. he analyzed every inch of your body, you wore the same sleeveless dress that drove him insane earlier that day. it was casual yet sexy, short but modest and a light jacket was covering your arms, hiding your bare skin. “hi charlie.”

“hi” he said in a breathy voice, butterflies swarmed in his stomach. “come in.” you stepped inside as he shut the door behind you.

although you had known charlie for four years, this was your first time in his house. you scanned the walls that were cloaked with old family photos and art work. you could feel charlie’s eyes on you as you admired his parents’ taste in art.

“you know it’s rude to stare charlie.” you teased. he let out a nervous laugh.

“my fault, you just look nice is all.” he couldn’t look into your eyes.

“thank you charlie, that’s so sweet.” you turned back to a picture of charlie and his mother when he was around six or seven.

whilst examining the interior of charlie’s home, you realized how quiet it was. “are your parents home?” you wondered.

he shook his head. “no they’re out of town til monday.” he explained as he led you to the downstairs living room.

it was spacious and nicely furnished, what really caught your eye was the bookcase beside the tv. it was overflowing with endless DVDs. “do you just have every movie?” you joked as your finger ran along one of the shelves. you were honestly impressed, it seemed as charlie owned every film you could name.

your comment was met with short laugh. “basically.” he responded. charlie sat down on his large couch, placing his school bag on the coffee table. you did the same before removing your jacket, resting it beside you.

charlie couldn’t help but notice how close you sat to him, especially given the amount of space you could’ve occupied. the bare skin that poked out of his t-shirt brushing yours made goosebumps paint his skin.

charlie fixed his gaze on you as you pulled a pencil and paper out of your bag. “so, i was actually thinking we could do something film related for our project. we pretty much have free reign over the research topic. so, maybe like comparing certain aspects of a specific movie to it’s book?” charlie proposed. he studied your expressions closely, desperately hoping you didn’t think his idea was stupid.

“that’s perfect.” you responded. you and charlie began to jot down your ideas stemming from charlie’s suggestion.

you both worked on the project for hours, taking quick glaces at each other and looking away anytime one of you thought the other was about to look up. it was half pass nine when you realized how much time had gone by. “oh shit.” you mumbled after checking your watch. charlie looked at you with furrowed eyebrows, confused with your distresss. “it’s almost ten, i’m sorry for keeping you working this late.”

“i didn’t mind at all” he put down his pencil and looked up, into your eyes. “i was actually thinking you could maybe stay a little longer.” he offered.

“oh?“ you tried your best to hide the grin that was forming on your face.

“yeah, i like this.” you gave him a puzzled look. “like i mean i like you.” he explained. you smiled at him, this calmed his anxiety flooded brain. “i have for a while.”

“me too.” you revealed. you watched charlie’s eyes brighten as you said this.

he stared at your lips hesitantly, failing to make eye contact. as charlie leaned in closer, so did you. the pace of his heartbeat was so rapid that you could almost hear it. you parted your lips slightly and charlie met them for a kiss. but, he pulled away almost instantly. charlie was still so close that you could feel his heavy, nervous breath on your mouth. “was that okay?” he asked softly.

without answering, you cupped the side of his face and pressed your lips against his. charlie couldn’t explain it, but he felt warm all over. as the boy became more comfortable, he placed one hand on your leg, the other on your waist. he broke the kiss again, “you have no idea how long i’ve wanted this.” he panted. you pecked his lips quickly.

“why don’t you tell me how long char?” you purred.

“ninth grade, been wanting to kiss you since i met you.” he admitted. you beamed at him before exploring his lips again, tilting your head to deepen the kiss. this made charlie hum into your mouth, his lips became sloppy and needy against yours.

“want you so bad” he breathed, between kisses.

“yeah? what do you want me to do?” you teased. your fingers played with his hair, making his cheeks turn bright pink.

“anything… anything you want.” he stammered. when charlie said anything, he meant it. he would’ve done anything and everything you asked him to. he was all yours.

“i want you to tell me what you want charlie.” you insisted.

“i want you to fuck me” he mumbled. his eyes focused on his hands, too flustered to meet your eyes.

“hm? couldn’t hear you.” you teased.

“i said, i want you to fuck me… please.” he repeated, the plead sounded desperate, almost whiny.

“yeah? have you ever done that before?” you questioned.

he shook his head, embarrassment displayed on his face. “no, have you?” he responded.

“no.” you answered. charlie was suprised by this. he didn’t think you were a slut or anything of the sort, he just couldn’t believe that he has a chance to be your first and to have you as his.

he put his hand over yours. “we don’t have to if you don’t want to.” he spoke to you so gently.

“i want to charlie.” you assured him. “are you sure you want to?” he nodded his head eagerly.

“i’m definitely sure.” with that, you kissed him again, charlie kissed back so passionately, your tongues lapping.

“then take me to your room char.” you directed. charlie led you to his room which was conveniently, also downstairs.

his room was surprisingly tidy for an eighteen year old boy. the bed was neatly made, there were no clothes scattered on the floor (yet) and everything seemed as it had its own place. the walls were covered in film and music posters.

charlie sat on his bed, his back against his headboard. you walked over to him straddling his lap, feeling him grow harder under you. he brought his large hands to your waist and you attached your lips to his neck, tracing sloppy kisses down it.

charlie took one hand to your shoulder, toying with the strap of your dress. “can i take this off, please?” he asked.

you removed your lips from his hickey stained collarbone to look at him. “only because you asked so nicely.” you joked. charlie pulled your dress down, it sat at your hips. under your dress you wore a baby pink lace bra.

“you’re so perfect.” he slammed his lips against yours before removing his shirt.

you traced charlie’s abs with your finger. “you know, you can take my bra off if you want.” his breath hitched just from those words.

charlie fumbled with the clasp of you bra, you tossed it aside. he sharply inhaled. charlie’s brain went fuzzy from the sight of you boobs. “fuck…” he sighed.

“you wanna touch them?” you teased. charlie nodded instantly.

“go ahead charlie.” he kneaded one of your tits, bringing his mouth to the other. he hummed in pleasure while he sucking on it. charlie flicked your hard nipple with his tongue, he could’ve came in his pants from just this.

“i need you, i’ll be so good for you. you have no idea how bad i need you.” charlie whined.

“want me to fuck you so bad hm?” you taunted.

“please.” he groaned before leaving a soft peck on your boob.

“please what?” you teased. charlie felt so pathetic (but he loved it).

“please fuck me.” he said in a high pitched whine.

“such a good boy” charlie whimpered at your praise. you moved off of him, pulling your dress down entirely along with the shorts underneath. he removed his pants, you could see his painfully hard cock through his boxers.

you laid on his bed, propping yourself up on your elbows. charlie sat beside you, rummaging in his nightstand for a condom. once he found one, he removed his boxers and rolled it over his dick. the sight of his tip leaking with pre cum somehow made you even more wet then you already were.

charlie moved on top of you. he wanted so bad to taste you or make you feel good first, but he was so needy. you brought your hand to his cock, pumping it a few times. “m’so wet charlie, bet you want.”

“gonna make you feel good, i promise.” he said before lowering himself into you slowly, making sure not to hurt you.

you hissed at the new sensation. “does that feel okay? i don’t want to hurt you.” he panicked.

“feels so good, just needed a second. you can move now.” you answered. charlie kissed you before thrusting into you, he rested his head in the crook of your neck, whispering compliments into your ear.

“you’re so beautiful.” “you’re so good to me.” “feels better than i ever thought.”

his pace was slow, he needed more. “can i go faster?” he breathed.

“say please.” you kidded.

“please, please let me go faster please. i need it so bad.” he begged into your ear. you bit you lip.

“so needy for me char, yeah you can baby.” calling him that name alone forced a drawn out moan out of his mouth.

charlie move so that he was looking at you, placing his hands around your waist as he began pumping in and out of you faster than before. “mmm fuck! feels so good, you can go even faster if you want.” you cooed. charlie’s eyes widened at your words.

“m’so close.” he sobbed, watching your tits bounce as he pushed into you so quickly.

“not yet char, can you be a good boy for me and hold it?”

“yes.” he nodded.

“then say it.” you demanded.

“sa-say what?” he babbled. his eyebrows furrowed, charlie could barely form thoughts overwhelmed with pleasure.

“say you’ll be a good boy for me.”

“ahhh! fuck! i’ll be a good boy for you baby.” he groaned. he pumped into you rapidly, his skin slapping against yours. the room filled with both of your loud moans.

you felt charlie’s dick twitch inside you a few times, before his cum spilt out into the condom. his breath was incredibly shaky as high pitched whimpers left his lips. “don’t wanna stop, m’gonna make you cum too mommy.” charlie told you.

“such a good boy. m’so close, fuck!” you moaned. “gonna cum soon.”

“can, ahh! can i taste it? please?” charlie pleaded. “always thought about what you would taste like.”

“yes charlie, fuck!” charlie removed his cock from your dripping wet pussy, laying down in front of it. his mouth met your cunt, swirling his tongue on your clit.

“just like that char, feels so fucking good.” you cried as your hips bucked into charlie’s face whist you tugged on his hair. charlie sucked, kissed and licked at your sensitive pussy. “i’m gonna cum now char!”

you felt the built up tension break as you came into charlie’s mouth, he licked up every last drop of it hungrily. “you taste so, so good mommy.” he cooed.

“come here.” he quickly laid beside you, turning to face you.

“was, was i good?” charlie asked, out of breath.

“charlie, you were perfect. you’re my good boy.” you praised, stroking the side of his face.

“mmm thank you angel, only your good boy.” he told you.

“how was that your first time?” you were so shocked that charlie could make you feel that good, given that he was a virgin.

“i’ve thought about this a lot, about us.” he replied.

“me too char, all the time.”

“do you want to spend the night?” you grinned at his question. “my parents aren’t going to be home for a couple days.” he reminded you.

“of course i do.” you chimed.

charlie gave you a kiss, “perfect, let me get us cleaned up.”

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violetngrey · 10 months

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A part 2 to the Charlie walker 10 things?? Maybe they go on a date or something?

well it’s definitely something

part 1

# :: 𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 🫧 - 𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒂 𝒄𝒍𝒖𝒃 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒆

after yesterdays flirtatious conversation charlie had with you he couldn’t get you off of his mind

he kept replaying the whole thing in his head over and over

“you don’t have to lie to me to talk to me” you laughed

“who said i was lying”

you just laughed and smiled “i’m y/n”

“i know”

you’d awkwardly gotten up and left after and he could just hit himself as it was the perfect opportunity to ask you out

he spent days thinking about ways to talk to you again all while you sat quietly in the back of the club

recently you’d been missing some of the clubs sessions and charlie had started to get concerned

after class had ended one night he went to seek you out

vaguely knowing where your locker was he made sure to not get in anyones way

there you were

smiling and laughing with another boy

this struck something within charlie he didn’t know he had

“heyyy y/n, i was just looking for you” he decided to put his hand round your waist

risky move

the other guy, much taller than charlie looked rather confused as it’d seemed she been flirting with him back

“hey charlie, you’re late” you gave him a look

the other guy ended up skulking off after a few of charlie’s diabolical looks

he quickly took his arm back and turned to you

she just thanked him and said the guy had been bothering her for a while now and doesn’t like coming down this corridor anymore because he know this is her locker

something about him wanting to take her out on the town next week

so that’s why she wasn’t coming to cinema club recently

it was his fault

he’d pay for that later

“how about i take you out instead”

charlie blushed a lot more recently

“only if you want to of course”

y/n seems to blush a lot round him

tucking her oh so soft hair behind her ear she agreed

charlie would be picking her up on friday night from her house for a date

just one more day to get through until then

he definitely went home that night and had a victory wank

it’s not like he hasn’t done it before over her but this time there was progress

he’d completely forgotten he used to stutter over kirby just six months ago when she teased him and now he’s not bothered at all

robbie definitely noticed

kirby seemed to notice too

she started making conversation with him more

trying to get him to talk about movies with her and jill often

he was definitely nervous if he should get you flowers or not

friday rolled around way too quickly for charlies nerves to settle

especially after he’s had such a busy thursday

he already knew your address so it was only a matter of time

a button up shirt, nice jeans and converse and charlie felt sick

he’d never felt this way before

always racking his hair back

red roses were presented upon opening your front door

“just like the movies”

he’d pick a fancy restaurant as he had no idea what you liked

getting there just in time, the reservation didn’t go through

you guys ended up driving to the local shop and buying strawberries, chocolate and some random junk food

you both sat eating them in the boot of his car

he ended up melting the chocolate with his lighter and you both had chocolate covered strawberries

as you smudged a bit on his cheek and he retaliated by throwing half a strawberry at you

which got onto your clothes a little

“i’m sorry, okay! how was i supposed to know you’re weak to strawberries”

you scoffed and got the tissues out the front door pocket

you heard a shuffle and a bump from charlie in the back causing you to look up

he was shoving something back into the boot underlining

you thought he definitely skateboards

abandoning the tissues and taking it out of his backseat you rushed up to the boot of the car

he just looked surprised

he didn’t skateboard

he stood there teaching you and helping you not fall off around the parking lot

by the time you could somewhat push by yourself charlie would retreat to the car

he was still nervous

he called it a night rather suddenly as you guys left the parking lot

the red had started to drip out the underside of his car

at least the guy won’t be bothering you anymore

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insxghtt · 9 months

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(i am obsessed with this man.)

boyfriend!jack thurlow x reader

After everything that happened to him, he would be very insecure about meeting other people. so, when you first moved to the house next door, he wasn't the most friendly neighbor.

You heard some people from the neighborhood talking about him, saying that he was not the most stable person. That was a lie, Jack was doing so much better after being in a hospital for months. He was still depressed, but he was a normal person and he wished people could stop staring at him with pity all the time.

And, well, you did that. So when you went outside to smoke a cigarette and noticed him doing the same thing not so distant from you, you didn't turn away or acted weird. You just shook your head as a "hi", and gave him a soft smile.

Jack was mesmerized and he didn't even know why. Maybe he just forgot how it felt to be treated as a normal guy.

So he nodded back at you.

Even though he didn't retribute the smile, it was clear through his expressions that he was not bothered by your presence.

So a few weeks went by and that was all the interaction you had with him. It was weird, but nice. You would stand outside next to each other in silence as you smoked your cigarettes.

Finally, one day, he decided to say something.

"Sorry, i don't think i ever asked your name", he said.

You looked at him and he felt scared for a second, wondering if he had frightened you.

"No, you didn't", you said. and finally, you told him your name.

He repeated it to himself and nodded, making sure that he wouldn't forget.

"That's a nice name", he smiled and there was silence for a few seconds. "I'm Jack."

"I know who you are, Jack."

Your words made him insecure. What if the neighbors told you about how weird and scary he was?

"Your friend is always yelling your name at the door because she always forgets the keys", you explained and Jack sighed in relief.

"Shanda…", he whispered.

His childhood best friend had the keys to his house because she wanted to check on him at least once a day since he got out of the hospital.

But Shanda didn't have the best memory, maybe because of all the weed she smoked.

Having a conversation with you was easy after that. Every day you would get to know him a little bit more.

When he told you about his story, he was surprised you didn't treat him differently.

"We all have our demons, don't we?". Jack smiled at your comment.

When he first asked you on a date, he was so nervous and felt like he was ruining your friendship. He had invited you to have dinner with him at his house, but he burned the food and had to order pizza instead.

You laughed about it and he felt an immediate relief.

You two talked for hours and hours and at the end of the night you asked him what you've been wanting to ask for a good while.

"So… are you going to kiss me or what?"

Jack stared at you for a second and then smiled at your confidence.

And he kissed you. After that, he kissed you again and again.

Until you two were basically living together but none of you called it a relationship.

One day you were watching TV on your couch and he walked out of the bathroom after taking a shower with the towel wrapped around his waist.

You looked at him finally realizing that that became a routine.

"Hey Jack, are we like… boyfriend and girlfriend?", you asked.

Jack was suddenly frozen, the reality had finally hit him.

But surprisingly, he didn't feel scared. He liked it. It sounded natural and even beautiful to call you his girlfriend.

"I guess…", he looked at you afraid that you would leave him. "I mean, if that's okay with you. Is it okay?", he almost stuttered.

"Yes. I like that", you nodded.

And obviously, Jack kept you awake all night making sure to show you how happy he was to call you his girlfriend.

Jack was not very good at expressing his feelings. Sometimes, very rarely, you two had arguments. They were mostly about how hard it was for him to share his thoughts over anything.

Not that he was rude, but sometimes instead of telling you the things that bothered him he would just be quiet and it made you confused and anxious.

It happened every time you tried to drag him to a friend's birthday party, for example. He hated places filled with people, but he wouldn't say that to you. He was just weird all night.

"You have to talk to me, Jack! I can't read your fucking mind, what am i supposed to do?"

"Why do you want me to explain every fucking thing that i feel to you?", he snapped.

But as soon as he saw the look on your face, he immediately regretted his words.

It was hard for him to say "I'm sorry", so he just sighed and held your hand, saying "i love you" instead.

You knew he was doing his best, but you needed words. You needed him to open up like you always did.

So, he hugged you and hid his face on the curve of your neck, finally whispering against your skin: "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, you're right."

He was genuine. Jack was not the type of guy to just say things without actually meaning it. He never once apologized just to calm you down or to just move on from the subject. He was actually genuine about everything. Sometimes, he was so honest that it would hurt, but at least you knew that he would never lie to you.

He really did his best to be with you. He wanted to make you feel good because he was aware of how precious you were. so, every week he would go to therapy to make sure that he was being the best version of himself, not only for you but also for him.

Jack wouldn't be the type of guy to propose to you on a fancy dinner. No, he would do that in the middle of the night, after you two were absolutely exhausted from work. He would just look at you, with no ring and no flowers, and decide that you were the one that he wanted to be with for the rest of his life.

"I wanna marry you", Jack said and you stared at him in shock.

"What?"

"I want to marry you", he repeated and you smiled.

"Alright", you whispered. "Well, that's really ironic because I actually wanna marry you too."

Jack kept staring at your eyes and then brought his attention back to your lips.

"Good", he nodded.

"Alright, we can get married then", you opened a big, beautiful smile and he didn't say it, but he felt like he was in heaven.

Jack would never understand why you chose him. He was broken, imperfect and confusing. But he was glad that you did and he hoped that even with all his flaws, you'd continue to choose him.

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f1nalgirlz · 3 months

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Desperation. | Charlie Walker

in which Ghostface (Charlie Walker) attacks a girl he’d always been attracted to, in anger of her never noticing him. She pleads with him, assuring him she’d do anything for her life. Would he take this opportunity to get what he’d always wanted from her?

˗ˏˋcontents´ˎ˗ Charlie Walker x reader, fem! reader, p in v, nsfw, use of y/n, college student y/n still living with her parents, disappearing act ghostface

˗ˏˋwarnings´ˎ˗ violent themes, serial killer(ghostface), sexual themes, knife mention, creampie, fingering.

The night was extremely dark, not to mention chilly. By now it was mid-October and everyone in Woodsboro was buzzing about the recent murders amping up. Some people cared, but to most, it seemed like a big joke. To Y/N however, it was far from it. The killings had gotten increasingly more violent and depraved. The news coverage and talk about it amongst the population made Y/N’s heart feel like it was tensing up in her chest, unable to push any blood through her body. Looking out the window of her house she couldn’t see any people walking around or any porch lights turned on. This was likely because of the countywide curfew put in place by the police department. Before the murders had started, her parents had to take a trip abroad, trusting her alone in Woodsboro. After hearing about the murders, they instantly regretted their decision. Unfortunately, their tickets were nonrefundable. They were forced to stay on their work trip with no way back to their daughter.

Y/n pulled the curtains she was gazing out of shut and walked over to check that the front door was still locked. When she confirmed it was, she did her rounds, checking all locks and closing curtains downstairs. Once she was satisfied she went upstairs to her room with increasingly heavy eyes. When she pushed the sturdy oak door open, however, something felt different, shocking some drowsiness out of her. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. She noticed next that the curtains in her room were flowing with the wind… her window was open.

She really wasn’t a dramatic person, but she was so sure that she had closed that window maybe not locked it but definitely closed. Slowly, she creeped towards the window, moving the curtains aside to see how far it was open… fully. It was fully open. When she stuck her head out to peek down, right there was the ladder from her backyard leaned up against the side of the house. She barely had time to process the ladder being lined up with her window before she felt a sharp pain in her scalp.

As her eyes darted to the side, trying desperately to see her intruder she felt the gloved hand tighten, pulling her hair painfully. The pain alone made tears prick up in her eyes. “Please, what do you want?” She cried hoarsely, but she was just dragged to the floor by her hair. When she landed on her back she looked up, a medium height person looming over her in a ghostface costume. This revelation made her heart sink, tears fully welling up into her eyes now. “Please… I’ll do anything… just please don’t kill me.” She said, some tears rolling down her cheeks as she scooted away from the figure above her, not daring to stand up from the floor. The ghostface tilted his head, as if he was thinking about her words, then came another desperate plea. “I’ll do anything! I won’t even report this to the cops or tell ANYONE please!” She was fully begging now, sobbing as she did. Charlie raised his eyebrows under his mask. ‘Was she serious?’ He thought to himself but decided not to dwell on it. He wanted her, he’d wanted her so badly for so long, this could be his opportunity right? Her stomach twisted when she felt a strong hand grabbing her by the arm, slamming her down on her own bed, face down. She sucked in a deep breath when she heard the jingling of a belt, fear paralyzed her, but something in her stomach felt tingly. When she felt gloved hands yanking down her pajama shorts and panties, her cheeks flushed. She was not only embarrassed that she was being exposed like this, but also ashamed that this current treatment was making her feel things. Not just the usual things someone would feel in the situation, like terror, but she was feeling her heat pulsating between her legs. She'd never admit it to anyone else, but she'd always read books about situations like this. When she got off sometimes she'd even imagine it happening to her. She knew it wasn’t right, but she couldn’t help her interest in it. She bit her lower lip when her legs were spread by two aggressive hands, as she obediently remained bent over her bedside. She remained quiet, not daring to look back at him until she felt something hard and warm thrust into her pussy. It had slid in easily, no resistance at all due to how wet she'd gotten simply from being manhandled this way. She’d turned to look back at him, her lips falling into an ‘o’ shape, she’d almost looked surprised. That’s what Charlie would’ve thought anyway, had a low moan not slipped out of her mouth. The masked man tilted his head at her as he began thrusting into her at a steady pace.

As the man thrusted inside her, she tried to remain unmoving, knowing he had a knife. Still, even knowing he’d broke into her house to kill her, she couldn’t stop herself from feeling pleasure. It made her body hot and her stomach tighten. The way he pounded into her, occasionally tugging her hair with a gloved hand made her uncontrollably moan. It was even better than she'd imagined in the past, the fear of his knife penetrating her skin just added to the adrenaline rush of the whole situation. Y/n was desperate for him and it was obvious by the way she pushed her hips back against his when he thrusted into her, the way her eyes fluttered shut, rolling back every time they opened, and especially by the way long strings of moans were escaping her mouth. Y/n was absolutely shameless by now. She wasn't the only one thoroughly enjoying this encounter though, Charlie was too. Moans and grunts escaping him, muffled by his mask. As his thrusts grew sloppier the clatter of the knife hitting the hardwood floor could be heard. Y/n felt the gloved hands aggressively gripping the skin of her hips, slamming her onto his cock roughly, a choked moan leaving her lips as her chest heaved. Her cunt was throbbing, pulsing around him as her hands desperately grasped for anything to hold onto, which ended up being her blanket. The previously silent room was filled with the sounds of skin meeting skin, heavy breathing, and moans from both people in the room. A smile was working its way onto Charlie's lips, though no one would even be able to see it, he could feel a burning in his stomach as he watched how the girl reacted underneath him. Charlie could feel his orgasm nearing as he continued to hammer into her, cumming deep into her soon after the feeling built up. Her throbbing pussy milking every drop from him, as he slumped forward, chest against her back. A low moan escaped him as she continued moving her hips against his now still ones until, he couldn't stand the overstimulation any longer and pulled out. The girl under him moaned softly, and a wet noise followed his movements.

A soft whine left her lip, she was achingly close but hadn't gotten to cum. Though just inches away from release, she wasn't about to push her luck with a serial killer. However, her whine and lack of release didn't go unnoticed by Charlie though, as he slipped his gloves off and tossed them to the floor. His eyes over her body, still bent over the bed, cum leaking from her used hole. He used two fingers to scoop it up, pushing it back into her pussy, the contact making her moan again. That's when the man spoke for the first time that night, "You wanna cum?" he asked her teasingly, she didn't even have time to be surprised, just giving him a vigorous nod in response. His fingers worked their way inside her skillfully, pressing into every right spot in her warmth. She moaned again as he massaged her pulsing cunt, spreading her legs with his free hand and wrapping his arm around her to rub her clit. She was too entranced to notice how familiar the voice sounded. As his fingers pumped in and out of her, she felt her orgasm building up in her stomach. She was getting closer by the second until finally she was sent over the edge, pussy tightening around Charlie's fingers and a loud moan escaping her, being muffled by her shoving her face into her bed. As she came, his fingers continued to move inside her, letting her ride out her orgasm.

As Y/n came down from her high, catching her breath while body slumped over the side of her bed she finally decided to sit up and look around. The ghostface who'd been there previously was gone. She was a little relieved, but a lot confused. Standing up on her shaky legs, she scanned the empty room. Her body was utterly exhausted, instead of cleaning herself up she decided to just crawl into her bed and sleep.

R: long time no see... i know this is kinda ass, especially at the end, but i had an idea and wanted to write for it. i started working on this back in October and never finished it until now.. it is also not proofread yet so lmk if you see any typos or errors of any kind. I greatly appreciate any feedback good or bad. i'm working on a few vampire fics atm but i have a lot of ideas i wanna do. i also wanna write some more stuff for non-Rory characters so yeah!

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