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castieltrash1 · 2 years ago

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the devil has come home → charlie w.

summary → during one of your regular movie nights, charlie asks to take your relationship a step forward

word count → 3.4k

warnings → smut; virgin!charlie x f!reader, oral, literally an entire fic dedicated to charlie eating pussy idk what u want me to say, dirty talk, switch!charlie, established relationship, almost fingering, premature ejaculation, cumming untouched, overstimulation, and hair pulling

a/n → everyone and their mother is in their rory culkin era rn so here u go, whores (affectionate) <3 no but fr i watched scream 4 the other day and knew what i had to do so pls enjoy xoxo

+ bonus points to whoever can figure out the title ;)

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Charlie shifts beside you, gnawing at his bottom lip to restrain the interruption on the tip of his tongue.

“Did you know,” he suddenly begins, unable to stop himself. “That the school is actually called Ewen High in the book?” On the screen in front of you, a meek Carrie White stumbles through the library in a scene oddly similar to your boyfriend’s own reclusive attitude, and you drag your tired eyes to meet his; wide, with an excited glint reflecting off their pale blue hue. “They renamed it in the adaptation as a nod to Psycho.”

“Really?” you ask, surprised. “I don’t think you’ve told me that one yet.” The comment, while honest, makes Charlie flustered, and he unconsciously shifts closer to the opposite end of the couch. “But I like hearing about all the facts you know,” you reassure his silent insecurity, nuzzling closer. Pressing your lips to his shoulder and kissing the soft cotton sleeve of his shirt, you continue, teasing: “Even if I have heard most of them before.” He groans, but his chest rumbles beneath you with his own restrained amusement.

Peering up at Charlie, you prepare for what is bound to be a lengthy explanation. “So, what, it’s like Norman Bates?” you ask, but Charlie simply nods, mumbling a quiet affirmation under his breath. Already, his eyes are locked back on the television, colorful lights bouncing off his face. It must be his tenth time watching the classic horror film but he stares with the amazement of a first-time viewer, as if he wasn’t rambling about something called a split diopter shot just a few scenes ago.

You can’t help but smile at his quick shift in attention, ultimately content with settling down and letting him focus. As long as a scary movie is playing, you’ll always be the second most important thing in the room to Charlie; a title you hold with pride. Unlike others in his life, his passion doesn’t bother you. In fact, you find yourself admiring his ability to juggle a film studies degree, the leadership position of your college’s cinema club, and weekly series rewatches with the rest of his busy life. Your only complaint would be having to share the small couch in his apartment with Robbie, whose presence makes the already rare mid-movie makeout session completely non-existent. Thankfully, he’s visiting family this weekend, but the lack of a clingy roommate has seemingly had zero effect on Charlie’s inclination to make a move.

So, when your boyfriend awkwardly clears his throat, you quickly tune back in, caught off-guard by the scene unfolding. On-screen is a vivid reminder of the part of your relationship that, up until now, has been virtually unexplored. Despite being unphased during the naked locker room title card, Charlie now fidgets uncomfortably as one of the male characters, whose name you can’t remember, receives a blowjob in his car. The actual act is offscreen, but there’s enough crotch-leveled head bobbing in the camera’s view to surmise what’s happening below the cutoff.

When it comes to anyone else’s sex life, Charlie is as interested as you could expect any newly independent young guy to be. If a couple is getting handsy during a party or other gathering, he’s the one to speak up and tease them about getting a room. When one of your friends unknowingly makes an innuendo, it’s him who laughs, derailing the conversation with some form of that’s what she said joke. Even during the gratuitous nudity scenes popular in his favorite genre, your boyfriend usually pairs his reddened cheeks with a low whistle of appreciation.

Simply put, Charlie is not a prude.

That fact had been what stumped you as your relationship grew, regular milestones coasting by at average speeds. It took three instances of him not reaching under your bra during makeout sessions, happily groping at your chest through two layers of clothes, for you to realize that his personal experience ended abruptly atop second base. Even when it was physically obvious he was ready to move on, Charlie had never mentioned or hinted at continuing, so neither did you. Now, it’s almost as if the glaring depiction of a couple being intimate has finally reminded him how little you two have done.

Thankfully, a bout of bad editing eases the sudden tension. “How is she talking right now?” you snort, referencing the actress’ voiceover poorly edited into the scene. Charlie flinches at your interruption, but you barely notice, too busy jabbing your pointer finger directly at the screen. “She’s still got John Travolta’s dick in her mouth!”

“Billy,” Charlie tensely corrects.

Assuming his tone is just a result of your outburst, you roll your eyes. “Whatever. All I’m saying is you can barely remember how to breathe while giving head, let alone start… I don’t know… monologuing about the girl you hate.” You huff, shaking your head. “Sorry, I won’t interrupt again. Promise,” you apologize, feeling a wave of guilt wash over you when Charlie doesn’t immediately reply. You hadn’t meant to insult him or the movie, but maybe your attempt at a bad joke had fallen short, too personal and poorly timed to do anything more than hurt his feelings.

You start to pull back, intent on apologizing again but are surprised to see Charlie already staring at you. Thinking he’s waiting for your regretful spiel, you start to speak. “I’m s-”

“I want to try,” Charlie says at the same time. The rest of your words suffocate in your hitched breath, offering a subsequent silence that he quickly tries to fill. “Giving you head or, like, e-eating you out, I mean.” The admission makes him swallow heavily, wide eyes unblinking, and you sit there motionless in surprise. When you offer little more than a shaky exhale in response, Charlie squeaks out an excuse. “Not that we - not that you have to or anything, I just…” Regret spreads across his face and you quickly recover, grabbing his shaking hand with yours.

“Okay,” you agree, trying to steady your breathing as the image of Charlie between your thighs flashes through your head. “Are you sure?” He nods so quickly that you almost blink and miss it.

“I’m definitely sure,” Charlie reassures, squeezing your fingers between his. “A-are you?”

“Definitely,” you echo, already feeling a steady warmth spread across your body. Despite your shared revelation, there’s a long moment where neither of you moves even an inch, hands clasped together as if carved from one marble stone. It isn’t until Charlie’s gaze flickers to your still-parted lips that you take the bait, reeled closer and closer until your mouth meets his.

“Fuck,” Charlie breathes, words becoming a muffled vibration when you press harder, tongue dragging to gather the taste of him. You reach for his hair now, dark waves weaving themselves between each of your fingers, and he lets out a little whimper when you tug, pulling him against you. His grip seems to have no end in sight, blindly reaching at and grasping whatever parts of you he can, fingers meeting your thighs, hips, chest, and neck. His thumbs prop up your chin, giving him the angle to lick needily inside your mouth, and you melt in his grasp, letting him take what he needs.

“Can I…” Charlie leaves a shallow bite mark on your bottom lip, soothing it with a gentle pass of his tongue. His fingers dip to the hem of your shirt now, tips brushing the inside seam. Faintly, you remember he’s never felt you here. He inches back just enough to speak clearly, voice filling the thin space between you. “Y-you can take it off and…” Already, he’s trying to pull the offending garment over your head, and you let go of his hair to help, tossing your shirt to the side the second you can.

Despite your arching into him, Charlie doesn’t immediately kiss you again, lashes fluttering as he stares shamelessly at your exposed skin. Without thinking, you reach back to undo your bra clasp with ease, straps sliding down your arms until they fall off completely. Still amazed by the previous sight, Charlie inhales sharply, pupils blown out with lust as you become barer in front of him.

“Woah…” he finally breathes, fingers tentatively brushing right below your chest. Slowly, his touch inches higher until he gives in, cupping your tits softly. The warmth between your thighs grows as he feels you in ways you’ve only imagined alone at night, eyes squeezed shut and fingers under your panties. “Holy shit.” Each exclamation falls under his breath as if he can’t contain them, commenting only to himself. “Fuck…” His grip tightens, thumbs dragging over your hardening nipples, and you sigh. “You’re so… soft.” With a grin spreading across his face, Charlie looks to you for reassurance, squeezing harder when you nod and let out a pleased sound. “D-does it feel good?”

“Mhm.” You wonder if he can feel your heart pounding, skipping beats against his hands. “You can be rougher, though,” you tell him, reaching up to lay your palms on the back of his. “I’ll tell you if it hurts, I promise.” Growing more confident from your words, Charlie begins experimenting with different levels of pressure, nails digging into your skin one second and then pinching and tugging at your nipples the next. His breathing grows heavier with each passing moment, and you can’t help the low moans escaping your lips at the feeling of his desperation and the excitement radiating off of him.

And then, without needing any reassurance, Charlie replaces his hands with his mouth, sucking eagerly at every inch of your heaving chest. “S-shit,” you gasp, then let out a breathy laugh. You push some of his long hair back, tucked behind his ears, and smile at the sight of him. His eyes are closed, face red and warm, lips slick with spit as he runs his tongue against the contours of your body. “You’re so good,” you tell him, panting when he moans against you at the praise, the vibration tingling your skin. He wraps his mouth around your nipple before pulling it between his teeth, the sharp sting sending a shiver up your spine.

“I could do this forever,” Charlie lets go to admit, and then, remembering the task at hand, begins to descend lower, kissing and licking down your bare stomach. His hands steady your twitching hips, ticklish as his soft hair brushes your sensitive skin. You continue to whisper praises until he reaches the waistband of your pajama pants and halts. He swallows heavily, the movement of his bobbing throat almost audible above the drone of the television. You blindly reach for the remote and crank down the volume until it plays a low buzz of sound you can barely make out. God help him if your boyfriend gets distracted by a bucket of pig’s blood at a time like this.

“Do I just…” Charlie trails off, unable to vocalize his thoughts. Instead of answering verbally, you lift your hips, fingers meeting his. You drag the elastic past your thighs, letting Charlie pull the rest of the fabric off once it reaches your knees. He stares intently at every inch of your exposed legs, amazed by the sight, as he mindlessly tugs your feet free. It’s only when you start to move, making yourself comfortable against the arm of the couch, that Charlie finally shifts, offering you more space. He moves closer the second he’s able to occupy the emptiness between your legs.

It’s not the most ideal position but if you stop him now, Charlie might lose his boost of confidence in the few seconds it takes to walk down the hall to his room. With one knee pressed against the back of the couch, your opposite leg balancing precariously on the edge of one of the cushions, you spread out as much as you can, offering yourself to Charlie entirely. Even with your whole body on display, his eyes stay locked on one spot: the center of your underwear, where a wet spot is surely visible. You love knowing the only other time he has this look is when one of his favorite films is on.

“Is this good?” you ask, breaking him from his stupor. He blinks, confused. “The position,” you clarify, smiling at the blush that rapidly coats his cheeks.

“Y-yeah, it’s…” Charlie clears his throat, leaning in slowly. “It’s perfect. You are, I mean. You’re perfect,” he whispers, gaze darting from your face to your panties before returning. “I can see it… Does it - do you feel good?” Even with the physical proof, he seems unsure, the tone of his question bordering on disbelief. Before you can find your words, he moves in, shaky fingers meeting the inside of your thighs. “What can I do?” he asks, skin growing redder with desperation. “I-I wanna turn you on more and-”

“Charlie,” you interrupt, propping yourself up on your elbow. “You’re doing so good.” Your amazement thankfully doesn’t embarrass him, and soon enough you feel his warm exhale right where you’ve imagined him so many times before. “I-I’ll probably cum pretty fast,” you tell him, unable to make the desperate confession sound like a tease. “If you want, you can tease me through- fuck,” you gasp, feeling Charlie’s nose bump against your clothed clit, his tongue darting out to tentatively lick at the damp fabric covering you. You whimper something that vaguely sounds like his name when he presses harder, now dragging his tongue over the entirety of your core.

“Charlie,” you repeat breathlessly, grabbing at the hair that frames his face. “T-take them off, please,” you suddenly find yourself begging, hips arching for more. When lithe fingers brush against you, you almost whine at what is surely an attempt at teasing, but then Charlie is pushing your panties to the side and tentatively sucking at your now exposed cunt. Overwhelmed by the change in sensations, you buck into the feeling, immediately rewarded by the slow drag of Charlie’s tongue circling your clit before lowering to ease inside you. The technique in his actions is not lost on you and you heave in a breath, trying to speak.

“Y-you’ve really n-never?” you squeak out, thighs squeezing around his cheeks when he attempts to shake his head. When he pulls back, you shiver at the feeling of your panties sliding back into place, fabric sticking to your wet skin. Charlie looks up at you shyly, instinctively licking his lips clean of your arousal.

“I’ve… I’ve imagined this a lot,” he whispers, tone rising as he grows more confident. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this.” His cheeks are flushed and his body shakes as he clings to you for support in every form. “I’m just gonna take off your panties and- and I want you to cum, okay? Don’t hold it back or anything, please. I-if you need to hold me in place or move me, just do it. I’ll…” Stunned by his proclamation, you wait in awe for him to finish. “I’ll be good for you, I swear,” he finally promises.

True to his word, Charlie immediately resumes the task at hand, finally tugging your panties completely off and shoving them to the side. Despite the vulnerability of your position, laid bare for him, you can’t stop yourself from bucking your hips when he leans back in. Charlie drags a soothing palm down the inside of your thigh before his mouth is on you again, now slower and more precise. His gaze is focused, flickering between your expression and body, taking in every shift of your features and shiver that runs across you.

He starts by tasting the entirety of you, tongue flattened and firm as it glides against your cunt. He repeats the motion a few times, letting you grind onto him until you both build a steady rhythm. It’s not enough to make you cum, but it isn’t meant to be; a consistent sensation that keeps you wanting more, without unbearably teasing you. That comes when Charlie begins to flick his tongue against your clit, so quickly and effortlessly that it takes your breath away. A litany of sounds escapes you as he dedicates all of his attention to your most sensitive spot, torturing it endlessly. His own moans only add to the sensation, a low vibration that seems to trail up the rest of your body, filling your head with a rhythmic buzz.

“Fuck,” you gasp, vision blurring and thighs trembling as Charlie replaces his tongue with his thumb, calloused skin circling your clit in a steady motion. With his mouth free, and between quick inhales, he starts to speak again.

“You taste so good,” he says, the vulgarity of his words no longer seeming to phase him. He rubs harder, faster, and his breathing hastens. “I-I want you to cum on my tongue, please?” His question sounds more like a plea, especially with the way he seems to pant around each word. “I’m gonna keep licking h-here, okay?” he asks, thumb dragging lower until the tip sinks into you with ease. Both of you still, the motion propelling the room into complete silence. Charlie lets a bit more of his thumb push into you before he pulls back completely, shakily exhaling. “It… You’re so warm,” he remarks, staring intently at where the arousal slowly drips from you. Like a moth to a flame, his mouth returns, messily licking clean your wetness.

You cry out his name, tugging on his hair so harshly you know it must hurt, but he doesn’t relent. Your hips buck and you grind your clit against his firm thumb, his tongue pressing inside you just as the thick digit had moments prior. Your mantra is only quietened by the sound of Charlie’s, a muffled please, please, please mouthed against your core that has you spiraling, desperation mirroring his. A quick glance shows you that while his head and hands are focused, the rest of his body is uncontrolled as he ruts against the sofa, so turned on he can’t help but chase release.

The sharp edge of your own impending orgasm hits you so hard it seems to isolate the rest of your senses, body and mind falling into an endless abyss with only Charlie’s touch anchoring you to the present. His incessant effort to satisfy himself with your pleasure intensifies everything until you find yourself succumbing to his ultimate desire. A broken admission falls from your lips as you cum on his tongue, neverending high propelled as his licking and rubbing only grow in speed and desperation. Even after you’ve stopped grinding against him, Charlie tastes you like it’s his last chance, his hips bucking wildly into the cushion below. He eventually slows, but his tongue doesn’t stop, and you’re too overwhelmed to realize what’s happened.

It takes you whimpering from overstimulation and pulling Charlie back by his hair to make him stop, his mouth chasing you even after you’ve pressed your trembling thighs together, knees digging into his heaving chest. After a few seconds, he seems to blink back some clarity, swallowing heavily and shifting back awkwardly, cheeks flushed bright red. “Charlie?” you breathe, shakily pushing yourself into a sitting position. “Are you - oh.” Despite his quick maneuvering, the new angle allows you to see the slowly spreading wet spot at the front of his jeans.

“I-I’m so sorry,” Charlie squeaks out, trying to yank himself from the couch. “Let me just - fuck, uh - go to the bathroom or something and…” When he tries to cover his crotch with his hands, you bat them away, immediately reaching for the zipper and button on his pants. “W-what are you doing?” he asks but doesn’t stop you, even when you ease his sensitive and spent cock out from his stained underwear. His expression is pure shame as he quickly hardens in your grasp, hips bucking to escape the overstimulation of your fingers wrapped around him.

“Let me return the favor,” you tell him, tilting your head softly in silent questioning. He must only think of the wetness of your mouth on him since his blush deepens, cock twitching against your slick palm. You stroke him slowly and softly until he stutters out a yes, which you reply to with a widening grin, unknowing that he’s imagined this moment more than you could ever guess.

You lean down with a teasing imitation of his previous word and Charlie suddenly feels all of his wet dreams come true.

“I want you to cum on my tongue, okay?”

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outofboundsarchives · 1 year ago

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virgin charlie walker has me in a chokehold

OH MY GOD. This one completely got away from me and turned into just absolute filth. Thank you for the inspo Anon!

(As always my requests are open. I do both sexes, any gender, with any Rory Culkin characters)

/Fem reader/

•Charlie wouldn't say he was a virgin by choice. There was just a lack of desire to lose it. He didn't see the point in pursuing someone just for sex so he left it at that.

•Don't get him wrong, that didn't mean he doesn't want to. He was horny all the damn time. But he sort of got used to it, being pent up all day and then jerking off until he came 2-3 times that night.

•He never sought anyone out for their sex appeal. He didn't care what anyone really looked like in the porn he watched or looked at anyone with lust or need.

•Until you.

•It was one of those unpredictably hot autumn days. The ones where the mornings are so cold you can feel it in your bones, but the afternoons are sticky, and you want to peel your skin off.

•You knew it was going to get humid when you excitedly dug your favorite knit sweater out from your closet, but you couldn't resist. Halloween was so close, and you were ready for that fun, cozy feeling.

•But as the day crept on, you regretted your decision. By the time you made it to after school cinema club (one of the few classrooms without AC) you couldn't take it anymore and decided since school was over, there was no harm in you just wearing a tank top.

•You felt the instant relief of chills over your sweaty skin. You felt like you had been suffocating all day and could finally breathe. You let out a satisfied sigh through your nose and continued to listen to Robbie talk about finale girl syndrome or whatever he was on about.

•But Charlie felt anything but relief, his hands twitched as they gripped the edge of the teachers desk he leaned against. He crossed one leg in front of the other, his cock growing hard against his jeans as he stood in front of his peers. Your cleavage on full display as you rested your chest against the table.

•He couldn't focus, his mind overcome with images of your nipple rolling between his pointer finger and thumb. He imagined the sharp gasp you'd take before he pressed your soft tits together and slide his lubed cock between them.

•He thought about how hot your skin would feel, how your mouth would drop open as he came across your chest, smearing his dick against your breasts while beads of cum dripped down you.

•It didn't take long for him to become obsessed with you. Following you around, using every excuse to talk to you. Watching you get ready for bed.

•With your constant interaction, eventually, you two developed a friendship, and before you knew it, you fell hard for the outgoing nerd. Little by little, you tried making your attraction for him obvious, but he never reciprocated.

•One night, you decided to invite him over for a movie night. It was just before Halloween, and you were tired of dropping hints that he wasn't picking up.

•Charlie of course, said yes, jumping at the opportunity to watch his favorite horror movies. The fact that it was with the girl he couldn't stop fantasizing about made it all the better.

•You had seen Stab a million times, but you were still captivated by Charlie's excitement and little facts he'd spew.

•But you were starting to get restless. You weren't even at the halfway point before you decided to place your hand on his upper thigh. You could feel his body tense next to yours, but you kept going when he didn't push your hand away.

•As your palm brushed over his clothed groin, you feel his dick pulse, already painfully hard against your hand.

•"A-ahh fuck..." He whispered as his eyes closed and his head fell against the back of the couch. You watch as his palms open and squeeze shut, desperately trying to keep himself from thrusting up into your hand.

•"You're so hard, Charlie," you say in a mocking tone, teasing him as you continue to touch him. His hips squirm beneath your grasp, needy for more friction.

•"Yeah, yeah I...fuck I'm sorry," He groans before pulling his plush bottom lip between his teeth. You giggle at his apology, soaking in his reaction.

•"Would you like some help?" You ask with a smirk. Charlie is only able to look at you with a slightly confused look before you're leaning over his lap, pulling at his belt before opening the front of his jeans.

•You hear him take a deep breath as his cock pushes against his underwear, the tip turning the light gray fabric a darker hue. You pull back the waist band to reveal his leaking tip. Before he has time to even process what you're doing, your lips are wrapping around him.

•Charlie jolts with a choked breath. He didn't expect your mouth to feel so warm. His hands instantly pull your hair out of your face so he can watch as you sink down his shaft, taking him deeper and deeper.

•His hips lift off the couch slightly to meet the back of your throat before he mutters a quick "sorry" and tries to keep his body still.

•His chest falls quickly with each breath he takes, your cheeks hollowing out around him as your tongue pushes against the bottom of his cock. He looks down at you with fascination as he watches you move up and down.

•Charlie let's out a stuttered groan as he feels your tongue swirl around his head before you take him deeper into your throat again.

•"f-fuck!" He moans through clenched teeth. His free hand runs through his own hair, gripping at his scalp tightly. He wished he wasn't so sensitive, wished he had more experience, so that familiar knot in his stomach wasn't approaching as fast, but it was.

•His hips start to push into your mouth again, his tip hitting the back of your throat and then some. You slowed the bobbing of your neck as he pushed past your lips. He chases the rhythm you created and starts to thrust a bit quicker.

•Both of his hands slide through your hair as he holds your head in place as he fucks himself into your mouth.

•He tilts his head, watching as your lips slide up and down his cock, your tits almost spilling out of your shirt as they squish against his thigh. The sight drives him insane, his breath quickening as he feels his release.

•"Wait...wait hold on i...stop I don't wanna cum yet," He struggles as he tries to pull your head away but you don't budge. You take him deeper, your throat convulsing as you swallow around him and he's done for.

•His body rocks forward, his hands grapsing your head as he thrusts up into your mouth and spills down your throat. Your nails dig into his denim covered thighs as you take every last drop.

•You sit up again, wiping the droll from your lips and chin as you look at his flushed face.

•"Shit I'm sorry I, it all happened so fast," He huffs as he looks at you apologetically.

•"It's okay Charlie, most guys don't last that long, or even for more than one round," you try to reassure. Suddenly, his hands are on your shoulders, and he's pushing your back into the couch and crawling between your spreads legs.

•"I-I can go another round...i.. just, you gotta give me a minute," He says a little out of breath. You chuckle at his enthusiasm.

•His eyes wander down your body. He uses one hand to hold himself up while the other starts to grope your covered breast.

•"I-is this okay?" He asks quietly, as if being too direct will scare you away.

•You bite your lip and smile at his cautiousness. "You can do more than that if you want,"

•The second those words leave your mouth, Charlie hooks his finger into the front of your low collared shirt and pulls it down, taking the front of your bra with it until you spill out over the top. His hand immediately grabs your breast, squishing it in his hand as he leans down and takes the other into his mouth.

•He moans louder than you at the sensation. You're softer than he could have ever imagined, his tongue lapping at your perked nipple.

•You can already feel that he's hard again, his hips rocking his exposed cock against the rough fabric of your shorts.

•His fingers grab and squeeze your tits as his tongue rolls around your nipple. Your body arches up into his as the feeling shoots straight to your core.

•"I need you baby...want you to fuck me so bad," You moan in his ear. His movements come to a stop as he looks up at you, spit coating his pink lips.

•"i-ive never uh..."

•He's too embarrassed to say it. His body almost delates at the idea of you being turned off and calling it quits from his lack of experience. He seems genuinely confused when you shake your head and smile.

•"I didn't ask that Charlie, I said I want you to fuck me," You almost command as you reach down, pulling your shorts off of one leg. Charlie's eyes quickly drift down to your soaking panties before letting out a soft breath.

•He sits up until he's on his knees between your thighs. He pushes his hair back from his face as he watches you push the fabric down your thighs. His eyes are latched onto your dripping cunt as he reaches forward to help you take them off.

•"You can touch me Charlie, you don't have to be so scared,"

•His eyes drift up towards yours before going back down to the task in front of him. He scoots down the couch until he's almost on his stomach, his face between your knees.

•You feel Charlie's hands on the back of your thighs where they meet your ass before his thumbs slide against your slit, pulling your lips open. The sensation causes you to squirm so he does it again, his digits sliding against your labia, spreading you open and observing your most sensitive area before you feel his breath against your clit. You take in a shuddering breath before the tip of his tongue gently licks against you.

•Instant waves of pleasure wash over your body, and you let out a small yelp. Charlie looks back up at you before leaning forward and doing it again, this time applying more pressure. Your body sinks into the couch as your legs spread more.

•He takes this as a good sign and pushes his faces fully against you, his tongue lapping up and down your pussy. You hear him groan as his eyes flutter closed, the taste of you melting across his tongue.

•Charlie wasn't stupid. He had watched plenty of porn and knew what giving head was. He had just never experienced it. You didn't taste like strawberries or flowers like those shitty romance movies would say. You tasted like you, and that made him want more.

•Your hand quickly tangled in his hair, pulling his face up just a little higher as he swirled his tongue around you. He was eating you like a man starved, all those weeks of jerking off to the thought of you finally coming to fruition.

•He moved his hands from spreading you open to wrapping around your thighs and pulling you against his face. With this new leverage he pulled your hips onto his knees, your cunt angled toward his face before he dipped his tongue lower.

•"OH! Fuck," you whine as you bite your lip, not expecting this level of aggression.

•He just wanted to taste more of you but bumped his nose against your clit. You gasped before letting out a strained moan so he did it again, and again. His tongue burying itself inside you, fucking your entrance as he moved his face back and forth, his nose grinding against you.

•Your legs tensed, and you started to shake as praises and begs fell from your lips. You let out a loud whimper as he pulled his face away.

•His chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath. He ignored your cries as he pulled you more into his lap.

•Your knees were bent and pushed towards your chest as he drug his fingers up a down your slit.

•"Taste so fucking good baby, fuck" He groaned as your juices dripped from his chin. His eyes were half lidded as he looked at you, a thick blush spreading across his face and ears. He pushed his fingers against your entrance, sliding his two middle fingers in at once. You yelped in surprise and cried out his name.

•"Is that good baby?" He asked, concerned by your sudden reaction. Once you chuckled and nodded, he started to pump his fingers in and out.

•"Could have you fuck my face all day, wanna taste this all the fucking time," He rambled before pressing his tongue against you again.

•Your body was almost convusling at this point, his tongue mixing with the curve of his fingers quickly bringing you to orgasm.

•"Please Charlie, please I'm gonna cum!" You whimper and he keeps his pace steady as he brings you over the edge.

•H-holy shit I, I can feel it," He says mostly to himself as you cry out and clench around him. Your cum soaks his hand and starts to drip down your bent torso. Charlie removes his fingers before burying his face in you again.

•"ah! I-its too much!" You moan as you grab his hair but he doesn't relent. His tongue laps at you as he savors the taste of your cum. You can feel his hard cock pressing into your lower back

•Cum and saliva connect strands from your pussy to his face as he pulls back again. He hugs your hips with his arms as he looks down at you.

•"W-was that okay?" He asks a little nervously.

•"Never had head like that before..." You pant. You both breathe heavily for a moment as you catch your breath, but Charlie's dick is still pressing into you, and you chuckle. "Do you think you're up for another round yet?" You ask as you bite your lip again.

•He pushes his hair out of his face as he looks down at you. "It's okay, we don't have to if- I mean if you don't want to that's okay i"

•You wiggle your hips until his cock presses against your ass. "I wouldn't ask if I wasn't okay," You reassure.

•He takes a breath before his eyes fall to his lap. He grabs your legs a little tighter as he sits up, pushing his tip between your thighs and against your clit. You gasp at the sensation before he pulls back and rolls his hips forward again, savoring the feeling of the slick heat between your legs.

•"Oh god...fuck you're so warm...can I put it in? Please...please let me put it in. " He inhales through clenched teeth.

•"Charlie please.." You whine before he pulls back again. He presses the back of your thighs against his chest and puts your legs over his shoulder before slowly sinking into you. His mouth drops open, and he whimpers, the feeling of him stretching your walls almost too much to handle.

•"Fuck...so good feels so good..." He hisses as he pulls out and pushes forward again.

•He's not scream queen massive, but he's decently sized and thicker than most. Your thighs tremble as you feel him push deeper and deeper until he finally bottoms out. He lets out a low moan and stays still for a moment, savoring the feeling.

•You clench around him, your body adjusting to the stretch as his eyes slowly open as he looks down at you. His gaze is half lidded, and his lips are parted as he releases a shuddering breath.

•He pulls back, letting his head almost slip from your cunt before sinking back in again. You both moan at the feeling as he repeats his actions. His head rests against your calf before he kisses and bites your leg.

•"Charlie!" You inhale sharply. His hands spread your legs before he pushes his body down against yours, the new angle shifting him deeper. You cry out before wrapping your arms around his shoulders and fisting your hands in his hair.

•His hips slam against yours and your legs twitch. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, his fluffy hair tickling your face, and he whimpers. The sound long and drawn out.

•His arms snake between your back and the cushion before holding you tight to his chest and starts to hammer into you.

•"Fuck!" You gasp as the wet sounds of skin hitting skin full your tiny living room.

•"it's okay, you're okay, baby...you feel so good, so good for me," He whines as he hugs you tighter.

•"Charlie...Charlie you can slow down," You try to breathe, but his grip feels suffocating.

•"Mine...you're all mine, no one else's." He rambles as his lips latch onto your neck. "So perfect, so soft," He groans as he thrusts.

•Charlie was getting lost in the feeling of you. His head was fuzzy like he wasn't all there.

•That day from cinema club plays in his mind. He was distracted that whole hour, wondering what it would feel like to take your breast in his mouth and hear you whimper as he bit down on your nipple. You got caught up talking to one of your friends and forgot your sweater on the desk. He told Robbie he would catch up with him later, that he needed to do a few things first.

•He bit his cuticles until they bled, until he couldn't hear the sounds of foot steps and fading chatter anymore. He fought with himself, told himself he was disgusting for what he was going to do, but he did it anyway. He walked over, grabbing the sweater and leaned against the desk again. He paused for a moment before bringing the fabric up to his face, inhaling deeply as his other hand made quick work of his belt. He grabbed his aching cock tightly as he started to stroke it.

•The pent up energy from having a raging hard on and the smell of your perfume and the image of your perfect tits pushed up on the desk had him spill his seed onto the soft fabric. The gratification was gone instantly after he realized the mess he had made. That night, he took your sweater home and washed it, making sure to take good care of it before it had a chance to stain. He would never forget that smell.

•That smell that engulfed every fiber of his being as he nuzzled against your neck and pounded into you mercilessly.

•You could feel his muscles shaking as he held his weight above you. His breathing started to become uneven and small whines fell from his lips. His behavior was almost animalistic.

•He shifted his weight to one arm as his hand slid between your sweating bodies, his thumb sliding between your folds and rubbing circles around your clit.

•"ah!" You yelp as your hands twist in his hair. You hear him whimper against you before his teeth sink into your shoulder causing you to cry out again.

•He would bite and suck on your shoulder before swirling his tongue around the wounded area and repeating the action over and over.

•The feeling became unbearable, and you pull his hair hard until he lifts his head. His mouth hung open as he moaned lewdly, his eyes screwed shut at the feeling.

•"You're close again...i-i can feel it," He whines before his tongue swipes across his bottom lip. "Please, please cum on me....wanna feel you cum,"

•He leans his head down, taking your nipple between his teeth and swirling his tongue over the nub. Every touch, every sensation was like a pull in your stomach.

•His thumb swipes over you a few more times before your muscles tighten, and you feel the snap.

•You clench around him as you cum, letting out strained moans as he continues to pound into you. You body goes slightly limp against the couch but he doesn't stop.

•"Charlie.." You huff as you try to take in a full breath.

•"I-i know, I know," He whines as he presses his face against your neck again. "So close baby, please,"

•His arms slip under your back again as he hugs you against him and slams into you. Your arms wrap around his neck, and your nails dig into his back, and suddenly he stops.

•His moan is almost like a sob, his legs trembling and cock twitching as heat explodes in your stomach. His body thrusts forward slightly as he pumps you full of cum, his grip almost crushing as he fills you up.

•You both lay there for a moment, panting and trying to gather yourselves before he slowly sits up. He grabs the base of his cock and watches as he slides out of you.

•As your walls try to clench around him, you feel his cum drip out of you. You watch as he stares at your used hole before he reaches forward swipes his finger up your slit and pushes his cum back into you.

•"S-stop its...it's too much," You groan as you try to close your legs. He pulls his hand away but keeps your legs spread open.

•"Sorry, You just look so good," He smiles as a thick blush creeps across his face again.

•His eyes never leave your body, completely taken with how red your pussy became from his abuse, the urge to kiss and lick your sensitive areas overtaking him.

•"Can we do it again?"

Aaahhhh sorry for any mistakes and for how long it took to post. As always requests are open for any Rory Culking characters!

#rory culkin #rory culkin smut #charlie walker #charlie walker smut #scream 4 #scream #ghostface smut #ghostface

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rainjupiter4444 · 1 month ago

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Guys in horror I think deserve more hype

Rory culkin

I think so many people hate him just because scream 4 is considered a new generation scream movie but I love scream 4 also I think Rory in scream 4 playing Charlie was amazing, the scene when he stabs Kirby was such a good reveal. I also think Rory is so hot and good at playing awkward people🤭

any of the guys from the bowers gang from IT (2017)

Ok for this one heavy on Owen Teague and Nicholas Hamilton I think they both did such amazing jobs at playing their characters. There was a lot of stuff left out of the movies for good reason the book is very disturbing but I think they all did good at giving their characters personality. I think Owen Teague did a great job playing Patrick because people were so scared when they heard he was going to be in the movie because of how intense his character is in the book but I think he still gave Patrick his sense of psycho personality with facial expressions with what they could include in the movie. Also pretty much all of them are hot or cute in their own way💋

bill skarsgård

I think bill skarsgård is a phenomenal actor especially in horror he played pennywise so good in it 2017 and 2019. I think he really brings his characters to life and has a deep understanding of how to lure people in and then scare them such as how pennywise is so enticing in IT. I also think he is very cute and funny during interviews. He’s in #3 because I think he is pretty popular but he is perfect so🤷‍♀️.Theirs more reasons but I can’t think of them right now🤭

Ashley zuckerman (in fear street)

I know this man is in his 40s but god damn is he fine that’s mostly why he is on this list but I think nick goodes character in fear street was very well thought out from the second movie where he is played by Ted Sutherland and in the rest of the movies when he is played by this lovely guy. IKNOW he is suposed to be evil but tbh he liked ziggy from when he was 16 in the movies to when he is around 40 that man is a keeper if I’ve ever seen one. I also like the fact that we really don’t know nick goode is the killer until fear street pt 2 and 3. Also I think the fear street fandom needs to come back because they are literally some of my fav movies and their is a new one coming out in 2025🤭🤭

Fred Hechinger (in fear street)

I think Simon in fear street is so cute and quirky I think he shouldn’t have gotten killed off so fast he was my fav character the first time I watched it and still is. I think his character is supposed to be the comic relief person but I think him and Kate were the most relatable characters in the movie and ofc they were the ones to get killed off. He is so cute and funny in the movie and he feels like would be the best friend that would flirt with you or complement you all the time🤭

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angelsnkisses · 1 year ago

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nsfw headcanons - danny cooper <3

‼️ NSFW - MDNI ‼️

warnings: softdom!danny, sub!fem!reader, smut, overstimulation, oral (fem receiving), brief mention of daddy kink. lmk if i missed any!

• nobody can tell me danny isn't a total softie in bed.. unless he's having a really bad day.

• he would be so vocal while eating you out, moaning and whimpering while he devoured you eagerly.

"fuck- oh, baby, you taste so fucking good."

• he wouldn't be able to take his eyes off whatever you're doing, just the sight of you enough to drive him wild.

"you look so pretty. so, so goddamn pretty.. my perfect girl."

• no matter how exhausted he is, he always wants to give you head before doing anything else. sometimes, if his day was extra stressful, he'll just immediately walk up to you and drag you to the nearest surface, taking off your bottoms and helping himself to your pussy.

"i had a bad day at work, darling.. i just wanna taste my princess."

• he'll channel all his energy and frustrations into giving you orgasm after orgasm, until your body is trembling and his face is covered in your slick.

• and when he finally fucks you? lord. he is so fucking sweet, leaning down to mumble how good it is in your ear.

"mm, you feel so good angel~ you're so wet, is that all for me? fuck, i love you so much."

• he whimpers, for sure.

"h-hah shit, i won't be able to last if you keep squeezing me like th- oh, oh."

• he doesn't actually let himself finish until you've cum at least twice, from head or him fucking you.

"come on, baby, cum for me.. just one more time, you can do it. you're such a good girl, let me make you feel good."

• he loves finishing on your belly and thighs, watching himself paint some of his favorite parts of you with his cum just ties it all up perfectly for him.

"look at you, all covered in daddy's cum. you look so messy and pretty like this, sweetheart."

• after everything, his aftercare is perfect. he runs a bath, helping you clean yourself up while he sits behind you. he'll mumble countless praises and compliments in your ear while kissing your neck and shoulders, making you feel so special.

"so proud of you angel, you didn't even complain once. so sweet for me, aren't you?"

"you're so fucking beautiful, i just wanna hold you forever."

"come on, stay awake a little longer baby, i gotta finish cleaning you up."

• when you finally fall asleep (in one of his shirts, of course) he just strokes your hair, mumbling how much he loves you even if you can't hear it. he'll eventually fall asleep, too, holding onto you <3.

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A/N: ugh i was watching intruders 2015 again and danny is just so whiny and noisy the whole movie, i couldn't not write about him <33. i hope you enjoyed this, i have so many more ideas for rory culkin's characters, he's just so perfect. requests are always open!

#intruders 2015 #rory culkin #rory culkin smut #dan cooper #danny cooper #smut #mdni #angelsnkisses

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thoughtsofatransboy · 10 months ago

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My new rules/boundaries list! •°•°•

You fellas can request/ask me almost anything, even about fandoms i don't know, but if you do ask stuff about fandoms I'm not familiar with, don't expect the best representation of the character/person but I'll do my best :)

Fandoms i love to write about:

Rock/metal/emo Bands (any band tbh)

Slasher fandom

Resident Evil

Devil May Cry

Jujutsu Kaisen

Sam and Colby

Tokyo Revengers

Mortal Kombat

Rappers

Melanie Martinez (only fluff and platonic)

Johnnie Guilbert

Jake Webber

The Walking Dead

Harry Potter

Metal Family

Metal Lords

Rory Culkin

Stranger Things

I'm Not Okay With This

Marvel

DC comics

V for Vendetta

I will write:

Fluff

Smut

Kinks

Angst (with happy endings I'm a crybaby)

FTM, MTF and Neutral Gender readers :)

I write for cis men and women too... Just don't think it'll be the best stuff ----------------

Stuff i will NOT write:

Scat kink

Stuff with babies except for parental fluff

Transphobic shit

Racist shit (kind of stuff i wouldn't do not even with a gun against my head, rather take a bullet on my brain than to do it)

Homophobic shit (except for that kind of stuff like "I'm the homophobic bully but I'm gay and i like that boy from my college" but when i do something like this I'll insert a warning)

Misogyny, THERES >NO< EXCEPTION FOR MISOGYNY SHIT

Necrophilia (im not comfortable with this kind of thing)

Dead dove (just not in this blog, but I'm planning to make one for dead dove stuff :) )

DNI: Racist, transphobe, homphobe, misogynist.

About minors: Well, I'm not your parents so idgaf about what your consuming or not and when i was your age i consumed smut too, i know that i can't stop you, but be responsible to at least know what you're about to consume •°••°•

That's all for today fellas, feel free to request anonymous or not, I'll try to attend you guys as much as i can!!! My requests are open, so feel free to send your desires or ideas!! Xoxo 🖤

#leon kennedy smut #mcr smut #axl rose x reader #mcr x reader #slash smut #dave mustaine x reader #gerard way x reader smut #axl rose smut #gnr x reader #request rules #request guidelines

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ohsweetiep1e · 2 months ago

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HOUSE RULES

requests are currently open 🎀

16+ nsfw blog !!

Rules

I write for pretty far out things but don’t be weird

I ONLY WRITE READER AS A TOP

Only x Reader

Any gender

Mostly smut unless i have a really good fluff prompt

other then that my blog is pretty free game just the obvious don’ts

WHO I WRITE FOR

Almost every Rory Culkin character

James Hetfield

Kirk Hammet

Lars Ulrich

Dave Mustaine

Nikki Sixx

Tate Langdon

Micheal Afton

Mattheo Riddle

Enzo Berkshire

Coriolanus Snow

Theo Nott

Spencer Reid

Tom Keifer

j.d ( heathers )

John Deacon

Roger Taylor

Jareth from the labrynth

- this list is subject to change -

#coriolanus snow x reader #dom reader #rory culkin x reader #nikki sixx x reader #james hetfield x reader #sub spencer reid #enzo berkshire x reader #kirk hammett #rory culkin #euronymous #dave mustaine x reader #tate langdon x reader #john deacon x reader #x reader #sub character

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sexualintimidationdemon · 3 months ago

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Day 6

Reflections on: Scream 4 (2011)

Even 11 years later characters are still obsessed with the fictional "Stab" movie franchise. That's too bad.

Most of the film is women talking on phones. Feels like pretty lazy screenwriting.

Courteney Cox finally has normal hair! Good for her.

What kind of loser knows their own IQ?

A young Rory Culkin gets to say the line, "live video blog upload".

"What's your favourite scary movie?" is asked by various characters probably about 50 times.

Adam Brody is in this for some reason and should have been in it more.

Having a fictional popular horror film franchise within your own popular horror franchise feels unnecessary and masturbatory. If any characters are critical of the "Stab" franchise they are then violently killed. Seems a bit heavy-handed.

This was silly.

#Scream 4 #2011

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lustkillers · 10 months ago

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if any of you all have watched the holdovers, i’m now writing for angus tully!! so send requests or something :3

if you haven’t watched it, my reqs are still open for rory culkin characters <3

#rory culkin #rory culkin x reader #the holdovers #angus tully #angus tully x reader

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outofboundsarchives · 1 year ago

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okay, hai!! request forrr clay face fucking reader 🫶 i think about it much much too often n id luvv for u to maybe write something on it. im sorry if this is a little broad, im not good at sending in requests 😓

(have flower)

I'm so sorry this took so long! I was in a total creative rut, but I hope you like it!

(As always, my requests are open. I do both sexes, any gender, with any Rory Culkin characters)

//non gendered reader//

It had been a long day, and struggling to get your keys in the lock was almost too much to handle, but when you opened the door, you could hear the TV playing.

Clay was home.

You feel a small flicker of relief that's quickly blown out when you walk into the living room.

Clay was curled up in a ball, his knees pulled up to his chest, and his hair hung in his face as he chewed at the skin around his nails.

"Clay?" You ask cautiously as you walk into the room. His head turns quickly as he watches you in the doorway.

"Baby, are you okay? What's going on?" You say as you step closer to him, dropping your bag next to the couch. He was strung out and jittery. Something was obviously bothering him, but he just shook his head.

"Just watching a show," His voice was flat but shaky. There was something eating him alive, but you know he'd rather die than talk about it.

You walk over, crouching in front of him and resting your hands and chin on his bent knee.

"Talk to me baby, please," you almost pout as you tilt your head.

He rolls his eyes at your attempt to ease his tension, but he doesn't speak.

You let out a fake sigh, your hands sliding up and down either side of his thigh.

"You might feel better if you talk about it," Your hand ghosts over the groin area of his sweat pants, and he looks down at you. "Can I make you feel better, Clay?"

You hear a whine strain against his throat, but he doesn't let it escape his mouth. He nods his head as he spreads his thighs to make room for your body.

"Yeah...yeah I would like that," He replies as he places both feet on either side of your body.

No matter what state he was in, Clay would never turn down a blow job.

You lean forward, your face nuzzling against his cock as you already feel it start to harden against your lips.

He lets out a shallow moan, his hips shifting as he adjusts himself on the couch.

"Fuck," He whispers as your saliva soaks into his sweatpants, the wet fabric hot against him.

You hook your fingers into his waistband and boxers and pull them down just enough for his election to slide out.

Immediately you press your face against him, your lips slide up the side of his shaft and back down again.

"Fuck that feels good..." He mutters before he sucks air through his clenched teeth.

One of his hands fists the fabric of the cushion as he pulls your hair out of your face with the other.

Already, his hips are rocking forward as he impatiently pushes his swollen tip against your cheek.

You look up at him through your lashes as you slide your tongue across his tip. His body twitches as his mouth drops open in a small gasp.

You feel the hand in your hair tighten as he pushes his tip against your lips.

"C'mon baby, open up," He commands as his brows knit together. You barley part your lips before he's pushing into them, his cock filling your mouth.

"There you go, that's it...so good," He rolls his head back with a whine. Clay wastes no time and pushes you to take him deeper and deeper until you gag. Your hand reaches up to grip his base, where you can't quite reach with your mouth.

He uses your hair to push and pull you back and forth, his grip tightening as you hollow your cheeks and suck around him.

"I've been thinking about you all day," His voice is raspy as you look up at him. His lips are parted as a moan rolls off his tongue. His brows are curled up as you keep eye contact and try to take him deeper.

You let him control your speed, but he keeps forcing you to take more than you're ready for, and you gag.

His movments slow but don't stop. His other hand caresses your cheek as his hips lift off the couch slightly.

"You're okay, you're okay," He coos. "Breath through your nose, yeah?"

You take a shuddering sniffling inhale through your nose before he starts to push you down again.

A smile tugs at the corner of his lip as he tilts his head and looks down at you.

"Just like that...Fuck" His head hits the back of the couch before his cock is shoved to the back of your throat once more.

Your hands shoot up and grab at his inner thighs before he does it again.

Tears break past your lashes and drip down your cheeks from the strain. Your gaze lifts up to his, and he groans.

"You look so good like this," He huffs as his teeth pull at his lip.

Your eyes look up to meet his. They're half lidded and dark. The purplish circles encase his eyes from lack of sleep. Withdrawals

The sound of your mouth sucking against him pops as you pull back too far. You feel his grip tighten in your hair slightly before taking him in again.

He lets out a frustrated huff.

Your eyes flutter closed at the sound, his little whimpers like music to your ears.

Clay's legs twitch slightly as your hand moves up along with your mouth.

"So good to me, baby." His breath is getting raspy as you feel his fingers tense against your scalp.

You whine at the feeling, and before you realize it, he's pulling your head back. You look up at him with a confused look as he squirms his hips, his body sliding down the couch just a bit.

"Put your hands on the floor for me," He groans as he pulls your hair into a tight pony tail with his hand.

You do as he asks, your hands and knees pressed against the ground as they support your weight.

You feel the pressure of him pushing your head down, and as you open your mouth to lick his tip his hips push up, shoving his cock down your throat in one thrust.

The sharp gasp you release is smothered by him fucking your mouth.

His hips lift off the couch as he forces himself deeper into your throat, a stuttered breath rolling off his lips and tickling your face.

He lets his body go slack and move down, before lifting again and slamming back into you.

You can feel your breath stopping as he hits deeper each time, your eyes water as you try to swallow around him.

It doesn't take long before he's hammering against the back of your mouth as he holds your head in place.

The pressure of his hands almost gives you a headache as he stops you from moving or pulling away.

Saliva drips from your mouth, his hands tightening in your hair, and everything becomes too much.

You gag and pull back, but Clay lets out a long, drawn-out whine.

"Please, please, I'm so close,"

His desperation is like a punch to your gut, and you stop trying to move back.

His movements become ragged, and sudden until his hands push your head down, his body leaning forward as he cradles youd head and cums down your throat.

His cock squirts thick hot liquid as it twitches inside your mouth.

"So good...fuck it's so good," He whimpers, his chest heaving as he catches his breath.

You squirm in his lap, the lack of oxygen making your brain feel fuzzy before he pulls away.

Your throat burns as you take a deep breath and cough before cleaning the spit from your chin. You sit back on your calves as you look up at Clay. His hair is a mess, tangled and draped in his heated face.

His hands run through your hair as his eyes meet yours.

"I've had a very stressful day," He replies with a long exhale.

#rory culkin #rory culkin smut #clay roach #smut #one shot #rory culkin one shot

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