#charlie walker one shot

[floralcyanide]

˚₊✩‧₊◜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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Scream men as a soft yandere (headcanon)

⁎ warnings: jealousy, implied !murder!, posessiveness, female!reader. not proof read.

⁎ summary: how (modern!au) Billy, Stu, Mickey, Charlie and Ethan would act if they were a yandere.

⁎ author note: thank you guys for all the support ! i got one more headcanon and i'll move on from scream. i am writing a anon request right now ! :)

Billy Loomis

If you're out with friends, Billy will casually ''drop by'' to check in, telling you he just wanted to see you. He'll stay close to you, keeping you by his side at all times. If anyone starts to take up too much of your attention, he'll try to put your attention back to him, reminding you that he's there.

While you are out with your friends, you laugh at one of the jokes they made while Billy was sat next to you. A few moments later, he slips his arm around your waist. He flashes a fake smile to your friend before turning to you, ''I missed you.'' He stays close for the rest of the conversation, his hand lingering as a silent warning to anyone nearby.

When you're upset or going through a rough time, Billy will be right there, pulling you close and whispering that he's the only one who understands you, the only one you can be with. He'll listen to you and basically gaslight you into thinking he is the only one for you.

After you vent about your day, Billy gently takes your hand and looks into your eyes. ''I'm here. You don't need anyone else... right ?'' his voice is warm, and the way he looks at you makes you feel like he is indeed the only one who truly understood you. It's comforting. Exactly what he wanted.

He'd always make sure to give slight warnings to people he saw as a threat to your relationship. Perhaps a guy who was staring at you for too long or when somebody gets too close to you for his liking. He'd be very discreet with the warnings he'd give.

When your friend touched your shoulder in a friendly way, Billy catches up with them afterward, blocking their path with a casual smile. ''I’d keep some distance from her if I were you.'' he says in a low voice, his eyes turning cold. The message is clear. No one gets close to you without his permission.

Stu Macher

Stu would always be around you, seeking your attention and approval. He'd act like your personal hype man, getting over excited about everything you do. If he feels like you're not paying attention to him, he'd playfully sulk or even resort to exaggerated antics to keep all eyes on him and you. Because in his mind, no one else deserves your attention except for him.

Stu shows up unexpectedly at your favorite hangout, waving and grinning as he calls out your name. He right next to you, wanting you catch him up on everything he missed. If anyone else tries to talk, he abruptly interrupts them, making sure he keeps your attention on him. ''C'mon, it's way more fun when it's just us.'' he says, giving you that familiar smile.

Stu would have very bad mood swings. He'd be his usual goofy self, but suddenly turn possessive if he someone is trying to come between you. His cheerful nature would return as soon as you give him reassurance, but anyone watching might feel uneasy at how quickly his mood changes when it comes to you.

You're chatting with someone when Stu suddenly pulls you aside, his expression a little darker than usual. ''What's so interesting about her ?'' he asks, trying to play it off with a laugh, but there's a hint of edge in his tone. Once you reassure him, he relaxes, grinning and wrapping an arm around you, back to his usual self as if nothing happened. But you catch the dirty look he gives the person you were talking to before you leave.

Stu would joke around about ''keeping you all to himself'' or make comments about others ''getting in the way'' but there would be a hint of seriousness in his tone. While he'd brush it off as a joke, his possessiveness would be clear, especially when he laughs just a little too long.

Stu drapes an arm over your shoulder, watching as someone tries to approach you. With a laugh that's just a bit too loud, he mutters, ''They better watch themselves, huh ? Wouldn't want anyone getting in our way.” He grins, leaving you wondering if that was really joke.

Mickey Altieri

Mickey would have a habit of watching every little detail about you. He'd know your class schedule, your favorite spots, and even memorize your favorite foods. If you happen to change your plans or mention something new, he'd be the first to know. He'd never directly admit it though.

You're surprised when you mention a new movie you wanted to see, and Mickey immediately pulls two tickets from his pocket with a casual grin. ''Already got us seats.'' he says smoothly, as if it's a total coincidence. But the way his smile tells you he's has been paying very close attention. Maybe closer than you realized.

Mickey would always be on edge when it comes to your safety. He'd insist on walking you home, sending texts about every 5 minutes, and questioning anyone who gets too close to you. If he senses someone is giving you unwanted attention, he'd intervene. And the person he said he'd ''talk to'', mysteriously disappears the next day.

Walking together after class, you notice Mickey glancing over his shoulder every few minutes, his arm wrapped firmly around your waist. When he noticed someone was looking at you for too long, his grip tightens on your waist. ''Some people just don't know how to mind their business.'' he murmured to himself, already planning to take care of the person.

Mickey would be very intense in his affection, doing anything to prove how much he cares. He'd bring you gifts or show up unexpectedly just to remind you he's there. But beneath the charm, there'd be vulnerability in his gestures. Like he's afraid of losing you. His entire happiness relies on keeping you close.

One evening, Mickey shows up at your door with a small gift bag and that charming smile of his. Inside, it's filled with little things that only someone who really listens to you would know you love. He shrugs casually. ''Just thought you could use a pick up.'' His eyes are so fixed on your reaction that it feels like he's studying every expression, almost as if he needs the reassurance of seeing you happy.

Charlie Walker

Charlie would secretly collect stuff from things you had lying around or things you've touched. A pen you dropped on the grond, your hairtie, even a napkin you used. He'd tuck these away like small treasures, creating a hidden shrine that only he knows about.

You leave a study session at Charlie's place, and after you go, he carefully picks up the pencil you left behind. With a soft smile, he adds it to a small, hidden box in his room, where he keeps little things that remind him of you. He runs his fingers over the items, each one carrying a memory that makes him feel closer to you.

Charlie would stalk on you. Like following your social media or always knowing where you are. He wouldn't comment much, just liking posts But he is always aware of what you're up to, but never enough to be obvious about it.

One night, you post a picture at a new restaurant. Within moments, Charlie texts you, asking casually if you're enjoying the food. ''Didn't know you liked that place. Let me know if you want company next time !'' he writes, acting as though he just happened to see it. You don't know, but he already knew exactly where you were.

He'd frame his actions as concern, subtly making you rely on him by helping you with homework, offering to lend his favorite books or movies, or even inviting you over under the guise of study sessions. Over time, he'd make it seem like he's the one who understands you best, all while gently isolating you from others.

You mention struggling with an assignment, and Charlie offers his help, insisting he has all the right resources. As you work together, he subtly dismisses advice from other classmates, saying things like, ''They just don't get it like we do.'' His calm reassurance makes you start to rely on him more, and bit by bit, you feel like he's the only one who truly understands your needs.

Ethan Landry

He would always be by your side, no matter where you go. Whether you're at school, walking through a crowded hallway, or sitting in a library, his presence is constant, a shadow that never leaves.

You're sitting outside, trying to get some work done, when Ethan slides into the seat next to you, his shoulder brushing yours. He doesn't say anything at first, just sits there, his hand resting inches from yours. When you glance at him, he smiles softly, eyes fixed on you. ''You okay ?'' His voice is calm, but his gaze lingers, as if he’s waiting for you to give him your full attention. It's like he doesn''t want to leave your side, not for a second.

Ethan is the perfect boyfriend in public: soft, gentle, and attentive. He'll bring you your favorite coffee, ask about your day, and always make you feel cared for. But behind closed doors, his thoughts are far more twisted. If he sees anyone he doesn't like you to be around, he would go as far as killing them. Just for you.

Earlier, a guy from your class was annoying you on purpose, trying to get a reaction from you. Ethan glared at him, his fists tightening in anger. A dark thought crosses his mind. “Don't worry, he won't bother you again.'' The sweetness in his tone doesn't reach his eyes. They're colder now, calculating. You don't realize it, but he was planning something much more sinister than you would ever expect.

Behind closed doors, Ethan would have photos of you, recordings of conversations, even small things like your handwriting on scraps of paper, all kept in a hidden journal. It's his personal shrine, a way to relive every interaction with you in obsessive detail. If anyone ever found it, they'd realize just how deep his obsession is.

You enter Ethan's room for the first time, and something feels off. His walls are covered with posters, but there's one section with pictures of you, some taken from far away, others shots from class or during lunch. You freeze, your heart racing. Ethan notices your reaction and walks over, a soft smile on his face. ''I just thought they were pretty.'' he says casually, as if it's nothing. ''Don’t worry. You're safe with me. I'm just making sure I never forget you.”

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[random-imagines-blog]

All of the Feelings {Charlie Walker x FTM!Reader NSFW Oneshot}              

Requested by: Anonymous Wordcount: 5064 Summary: You've always had a crush on the long haired nerd. When you get invited to a party at Kirby's, you have the chance to get more than a little close. Warnings: Some bullying, Transphobia, kissing, handjob, I think that's it?

Charlie had been one of the few people who never seemed to judge you for the transition that you started to make during your younger teen years. Woodsboro was a small town, so everyone seemed to know everyone. Most of the people that you went to school with now, you had gone to school with when you were Mommy’s little princess, being forced to wear the pretty dresses to school and to wear your hair long, no matter how uncomfortable it had made you. You got a lot of flak from your classmates. They didn’t understand, or they just thought it was a waste, or they thought it was disgusting. You learned how to tell just from the way that their eyes flickered at you. But Charlie’s? Never once did he seem to give you anything other than a curious look.  

When you were grouped together for class assignments, he never tried to complain to the teacher about needing another partner. He didn’t just dump all the work on you so that he didn’t have to spend any time with you. And to you, someone who felt lost and confused in their own skin until you started to take the testosterone and started growing into features that you had always wanted - appreciated that more than you could ever know. Not friends, exactly, even though you had joined his Film Club. But something a little kinder than just acquaintances.  

Developing a crush on the long-haired, shy boy was easier than expected. As you transitioned from a straight female into a gay male, your feelings and hormones were all over the place but the way that your heart started beating faster and how your words seemed to come out so awkwardly when you were around him, that never once changed. But unfortunately, one other thing that never changed was the fact that his blue eyes were almost always focused on Kirby Reed. 

Of course, he was a straight guy, so he was never going to look at you that way. But you could dream, couldn’t you? You can imagine that he was looking at you while talking about movies during the Film Club. Or that you were sitting beside him on a couch during the club nights at Kirby’s house, holding hands underneath the blanket. Or that you and he were sharing the same hot and heavy scenes that couples do in the movies before they usually get slaughtered by some slasher. You could dream and imagine. But it didn’t come without a little bit of hurt when you were snapped back to reality. 

And reality was crashing down hard today. The Film Club was having a party, not just a movie watching night. It was Kirby and Jill’s idea, and they were the ones that had put it together at Kirby’s large, and usually empty, house. You really debated going or not, standing in front of your mirror and trying on different outfits. This was totally different from the usual thing. Movie nights, you were all sitting in the dark, in different places on the couch or on the floor, usually wrapped in blankets. There wasn’t much talking until after the movies were done and that’s when you’d just see yourself out, no one really stopping you. But a party? With drinking and talking and dancing and who knows what else. 

“Aren’t you supposed to be discouraging me from parties?” You asked your mom, who was helping you to put together your outfit. Despite taking a little time to come around to your transition, she has become your biggest supporter. She was unrolling the collar from your shirt where it had gone into the neckline. “Teenage drinking, bad? Drugs bad? All of that sleazy sexy stuff, bad?” 

“You need a healthy dose of rebellion,” Your mother said, looking you over and then shook her head, going back to your closet. “Just don’t get alcohol poisoning, and don’t try anything harder than weed.” 

“Mom!” You groaned, taking off the shirt that you had just put on.  

“And remember, I put those condoms in your wallet. Don’t nag at me about not needing them either. I didn’t think that I needed one and look at what happened,” She hummed, and looked over her shoulder at you while tugging out one of your favorite shirts. “What about this one?” 

“Anything to get me out of here,” you said, snatching it from her and put it over your head. With your binder on to press in what little you had on your chest, it sat rather well, looking flat against your body. That and a comfortable pair of pants, and you guessed that you were ready to party. “Should I ... really go? What if they don’t want me there?” 

“They invited you, didn’t they?” 

“Maybe they meant everyone in the film club except for me. It’s not like I’m friends with them or anything, exactly.” 

“Isn’t this a good place to start?” Your mother said softly. “You can even borrow the car if you promise me that you won’t drink. That way you can leave when you like.” 

You sighed and let her give you the keys. She really was your number one supporter - and sometimes, MAYBE, on OCCASION, she made good points. Maybe you’ll finally be able to talk to Charlie tonight. It seemed unlikely given your promise not to drink but - it was possible. 

-- 

Music could be heard as soon as you got out of the car. You parked on the street since the long driveway was filled up to the brim. You put your hands in your pockets as you started to walk up towards the brightly lit house, pausing near the front door. What was party etiquette? You had never been here without knocking before. The music was so loud, there was no way that it would be heard if you did it now.  

Tentatively, you opened the door, and the music grew louder. There were a couple of people milling around the living room but most of the noise, and the action, seemed to be coming from the kitchen. You nodded towards the people that you knew and followed the sounds of the cheering.  

“CHUG CHUG CHUG CHUG CHUG!” 

It was louder than the beat coming from the speakers, like a song of its own. A chant. A ritualistic calling out.  

It was Robbie that was doing the chugging. For some odd reason, this group had poured a bunch of beers into a juice pitcher, and he was drinking it right from the spout. The froth was all over his upper lip, coating the end of the nose, but he kept on going. Your own nose curled at how that must have smelt. Beer always gave you this feeling of going to sneeze.  

“Oh hey!” Kirby said, coming up beside you. From the smell of her, she had just been chugging too. “Did you - drive here?” She paused to hiccup. 

“Uhh - yeah,” you said with an uncertain nod. 

“Nooo,” She pouted. “I wanted you to chug too. Do you want to stay over? You can totally sleep over here, then we can really party tonight.” 

Now that was an invitation that you certainly had not been expecting. “Umm - my mom needs the car in the morning, I’d better not,” You lied quickly. 

“Come on Kirby, stop trying to pressure him,” Olivia said, saving your butt in that moment. And the way that she had just casually called you him ... it brought on a sort of fluttering feeling in your stomach. Maybe coming here wasn’t such a bad idea after all. “Besides, that means more booze for us!” 

“True!” Kirby said, lighting back up. “There are some sodas in the fridge if you get thirsty, I guess. Help yourself?” 

“Thanks Kirby,” you said with a light smile. You were going to do that, making your way to the large fridge and opening it up. The contents of it proved how rich Kirby’s family was. There was so much produce in there, good stuff from the farmers markets too, all packed up in neat containers. Not like the thin plastic bags from the grocery store that your own family used. Another wave of jealousy towards the blonde girl came over you and you took a can of your favorite soda down from the shelf.  

“Hey, can I get one?” 

The voice made you jump. You had just been closing the door to the fridge when it seemed like Charlie had popped up out of nowhere, right behind it. He chuckled a little at scaring you, running his hands through his extremely soft-looking, fluffy long hair. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you,” he said, sheepishly. 

“It’s okay,” you said slowly, and grabbed another can before letting the door close completely. “Here.” 

“Thanks y/n,” he said, holding up the soda like he was giving a cheer, and then walked off to cheer on Robbie. You watched him go, that butterfly feeling from earlier increasing inside of your stomach. You quickly took a drink to try to drown those butterflies so you could act like ... well, a normal person. A normal guy at a party.  

Robbie finished chugging, and looked like he was going to blow chunks at any second. You winced as he opened up his mouth, expecting him to gag, but he let out a huge belch instead and patted his stomach. It was nearly as disgusting as you thought it was going to be. But everyone was cheering him on, like not barfing was something to be totally proud of. 

“Let’s play some games,” Kirby said with excitement, starting to pull people into the living room. You followed along, holding onto your can of soda, curious to see what kind of games she would be pulling out. “Everyone sit in a circle! Come on, everyone!” 

It seemed a little juvenile but ... you just wanted to be part of the group, so you sat down next to Olivia, who gave you a friendly smile. You returned it back, and watched as Kirby put a beer bottle down in the middle of the circle, making people groan, 

“Spin the bottle? We’re not in junior high,” Jill said, nudging the pretty blonde. 

“That’s why it’s a mix of Spin the Bottle and Seven Minutes in Heaven,” Kirby said with a big grin. “Come on, I’ve wanted to play this since we cleaned out that closet over there,” She motioned to what you had just assumed to be a broom closet. Oh god. Spin the Bottle was one thing but Seven Minutes in Heaven? Being stuck in a closet with someone. You made the moves to start getting up, already thinking about excuses but someone beat you to it. 

Trevor Sheldon. He never really liked you. And he had always made it perfectly clear. While most people at least tried to go along with your pronouns, or simply just forgot, he made sure to use ‘she/her’ while looking right into your eyes, making sure that it would hurt. He’d tell you that your ‘jugs were too good’ to be wasted on becoming a guy. Once, while drunk, he even offered to ‘treat you like a woman so good, you’ll forget all this boy nonsense’. Out of everyone here, he was the one that you disliked the most, but it was an avoidant sort of hate. Not a ‘mess with him’ sort of hate.  

“Oh, if that thing is playing, I’m out,” Trevor said, pointing directly at you, making your cheeks start to feel warm from the shame of being called out like this.  

“Oh, shut up Trevor,” Jill said to her ex-boyfriend.  

“Yeah, are you scared you’d like it if he was in the closet with you?” Jenny Randall said. There was drama between that boy and those two girls, so you’ve heard, so you figured that they weren’t actually sticking up for you. They just wanted to kick him down. 

“It’s okay, I can go,” you said, not wanting to cause a scene.  

“No, come on y/n, stay,” Kirby said, reaching out for you with grabby arms. “I want you to play with us. You never come out to these things. Trevor can fuck off; we don’t care about him.” 

Trevor scoffed, looking offended as the girls ganged up on him. You hesitantly sat back down with a little smile, mouthing a thank you to Kirby. She just gave you the biggest and brightest smile. She was really hard to dislike, but so easy to feel jealous of. She just had it all. She was perfect. You could completely understand why someone like her would keep Charlie’s head turned.  

“Fuck you guys,” Trevor said, shooting the middle finger. “I wouldn’t want to end up with any of you in the closet anyway.” 

“Thank god for that,” Jill retorted back. “Now that he’s gone, I’m going first.” 

She spun the bottle in the middle of the circle. To your relief, it didn’t land on yourself - nor did it land on Charlie. It landed on Robbie who turned beet red - which wasn’t that far off from the color that the alcohol had turned him, and they disappeared inside of the closet. 

“What are we supposed to do while they’re in there?” Olivia asked.  

“Now, we play truth or dare,” Kirby said, setting up a timer on her phone so she’ll know when to get them out of the closet. 

Truth or Dare was just as juvenile as it sounded. You picked truth, since you didn’t know what kind of dares they would come up with. The ‘truths’ were bad enough.  

“Are you a virgin?” - Yes. 

“What’s something you never told anyone?” “I actually like the sandwiches they serve in the cafeteria.” 

“Are you ticklish?” “Only when caught off-guard. 

Jill and Robbie finally get to come out of the closet after that. Robbie is still blushing, looking super bashful while Jill is trying to hold back a smile of some sorts. Something happened in that closet - but you felt you were probably better off not knowing. 

“I’ll go,” Charlie volunteered, a little eagerly. Almost everyone in the circle cheered. You just smiled a little uneasily, your heart starting to beat fast in your chest. It was just as likely to land on Kirby, his dream girl, as it was to land on you. Could also land on someone pretty, like Olivia. Or even Jenny. The perfect, pretty blondes. You balanced your elbow on your knee and leaned your head against your palm, trying to look unbothered. Trying to look bored. 

Until it lands on you. 

Everyone was looking at you strangely now, as if you had been the one who chose for it to land on you. Probably figuring out how something like this would work. 

“You can spin again if you want, Charlie,” Jill said, which made your heart fall right down into your stomach. The fact that she even suggested that out loud.  

“No, it’s alright,” Charlie shrugged, and held out his hand to you. “C’mon, let’s play this stupid game.” 

To tell the truth, the way that he said that didn’t make you feel much better. But you took the opportunity to grab onto his hand and get yourself up off of the ground.  

And he didn’t let go once you were up. That was the most noticeable thing. He was still holding your hand while you walked a couple of feet towards the closet.  

“Starting the timer!” Kirby said, grinning as Charlie closed the doors, leaving the both of you in darkness. It was still rather cramped, despite the fact that it was cleaned out. You could feel his presence in front of you, and you were still holding his hand. You just became hyperaware of everything that was around you, from the warmth of his body to the single coat that was hanging on the rack, a fake fur monstrosity.  

“Sorry you got stuck with me,” you said, rubbing the back of your neck. You certainly didn’t want to be the first one to let go of his hand. You didn’t want to make him realize that he was still holding yours too.  

“I’m not stuck,” Charlie said, the slight raise in his hand telling you that he was shrugging. “I - uhh - I was kind of ... hoping for this. Actually.” 

Oh. Oh lord. You were glad that you were in the dark now because the look on your face must have been hilarious. “You were hoping for this?” You prodded, hoping that he would continue. 

“Yeah,” Charlie said. His own voice sounded nervous. A bit shaky. “I wanted to umm ... talk to you, for a while now. There’s something that’s been on my mind.” 

“What’s that Charlie?” You asked, attempting to keep your voice somewhat level. 

“You’re ... a guy, right? Sorry, that sounds so stupid. But that’s what you identify as right, that’s what ... you are?" 

“Uh, yeah. That is what I identify as so ... that’s how I prefer to be ... perceived.”  

“So technically if I were to ... uh, like you, I would be gay?”  

This had to be the most awkward, and yet heart-pounding conversation that you ever had in your life. You weren’t even sure what to do, what to say. And his hand was still holding yours and you were sweating, and he was sweating and - 

“Uhh yeah - or bisexual, since you ... like girls too. Or pansexual? There’s like this whole spectrum thing, I ... have some books about it?" 

“No, that’s okay, I don’t want to read a book,” Charlie said quickly. His fingers fiddled with your hand, rubbing the back of it, before he pulled you in slightly closer. Your chest was against his. You could just barely make out his figure through the thin watery light coming through the gaps in the door. Mostly, what you saw was hair. “Are you gay, or bi, or the other thing you said?” 

Your words got caught in your throat, and you had to calm yourself for a couple of seconds before you answered. You had never been so close to your crush before. “I’m - gay. I like guys.”  

“Like - me?” He asked. It was definitely a question, not a statement, not at all cocky but curious, delicate.  

“Oh god, um -” You mumbled. “Yeah. Like ... you. Sorry, this is such a weird place to tell you thaa-” 

You were cut off, your words turning into a muffle by lips upon your own. Charlie’s lips. He tasted of the cola that he had drank earlier, still slightly fizzy almost. Smooth. Your eyes close, not that it makes a difference since you can’t see very much anyway, and you squeeze his hand as you kiss him back. As he pulls away, you can hear his breath getting heavier, and realize yours has joined him in that. 

The dark made Charlie feel brave. It always had. It’s when he could forget the mousiness of his appearance and act like the man that he knew he was inside. The more assertive one who took risks. The one who could do what needed to be done. The MAN. Not the boy.  

So he wrapped his other arm around your waist, keeping you close to him. “This okay?” He asked into your ear. You nodded the affirmative and he went in for another kiss. You weren’t sure what to do with your hands, this was your first make out session ... ever. Your thoughts were racing - did you put your arm around him too, or would that be too weird? No, you decided to go for the hand in the hair, pushing it away from his face, holding it back so it didn’t tickle your cheeks as you kissed him back.  

He kept surprising you. He moaned into the kiss, his hand wandering down slightly. Grabbing your ass. You gasped into the next kiss and he then he pulled away chuckling. “I don’t think I’m totally gay but - I think you changed my mind about some things.” 

“It’s ... good to be open-minded?” You said, struggling for words, the smile on your face so wide your cheeks are sore. 

His hand was so warm against your hip, so aware were you of it. And then he kissed you again - which told you a lot. He didn’t have regrets. He knew what he was doing. the closer seemed to warm up by a couple of degrees or was that just you? His lips were so completely soft, much like the rest of his appearance, much like his hair.  

And he was good at showing what he wants. He moved towards your neck, kissing it, making you moan slightly yourself, hiding it behind clenched teeth because you didn’t want anyone else to find out what was happening in here. You could hear laughter outside of the door - someone had done a funny dare. You were safe for now. But oh, his lips on your neck was starting to drive you crazy. “I don’t want to stop,” Charlie mumbled into your neck. 

“We still have at least five minutes,” You countered, your voice not shaking or trembling, actually sounding ... confident. You felt more than accepted. You were feeling invited. Wanted. Valid. 

His hand started to go underneath your shirt, and you froze only for a second. He felt something tight on your torso, which made him break away with confusion. “What’s that?”  

“My binder, to uh - make me look more masculine,” you told him. “Sorry, maybe I should have said something-” 

“No, that’s fine,” he said, laughing a little. “You could touch me instead?” 

You hesitated but only for a second. Fuck it right? This chance might not come again, and it was only a bit of touching. Your hands went to the hem of his light shirt, and then your fingertips pressed onto the pale, soft skin beneath. A shiver went through Charlie’s body, big enough for you to feel. It excited you in return, that you were having this effect on the boy that you liked. It made you feel bolder, hands slipping upward, the skin soft, hairless. And there were hints of muscle there too, which you wouldn’t have expected, and it wasn’t just skinny boy muscle either - he was more fit than you thought. His hand tightened back around your hip, thumb skimming over the bone. He went back to kissing your neck, your jaw, sloppy kisses but you weren’t complaining. Up your hands went, feeling small nipples which made you smile to yourself. There was just something funny about that. But then you realized that his body was trembling ever so slightly. 

Charlie was very reactive. 

“More,” He pleaded with you, his lips meeting your own once more, in an all-encompassing desperate kiss. So you acquiesced. You gave in, moving your hands to his back and let your short nails scrape down the skin there, making his tremor even worse, a breathy moan exiting his mouth and erupting into yours. His tongue then entered along with it, and you got a real taste of him for the first time. 

“More?” You asked him, during a slight breathing break, moving to kiss his neck now, giving him the treatment that he had been giving you. He let out a deep breath and nodded, unable to say anything more. You felt around his hips, those jutting hipbones from his thin frame and then lingered over the waistband of your jeans. You had come this far. Why not go all in? You unbuttoned him, slid the zipper down slowly. That was all that it took for him to push his hips further and you felt his arousal against your hand. “Whoa,” you said, feeling how hard he was already.  

“Come on,” He whimpered. “Been thinking of this forever.” 

“Me in a closet with you?” You asked, unable to hide the surprise. 

“Just you -” he said, and then started to stutter as you palmed him through his boxers. Your first time ever holding an actual dick. You both were aroused by it ... and jealous of it. It felt like the absolute perfect size. “P-p-please don’t t-tease me - need m-more.” 

“And you think four minutes is going to be enough?” You asked him, stroking the thin and soft fabric that was surrounding him. 

“Only gonna need one with you - please,” He pleaded. And if that wasn’t just the sexiest thing that you ever heard. You went back to kissing his neck, being careful not to suck on it though you wanted to. There was still a small part of you that didn’t want Charlie to get teased over being any sort of intimate with you. You were used to being the butt of a joke - he didn’t deserve it. But you did run your tongue over his Adam’s apple as you slipped your hand inside of those boxers and felt him entirely. He was so warm, so smooth. There was a bit of hair down there, but it wasn’t uncontrollable. It actually added to it, bringing out some contrast in the textures. A moan overtook him then, another shiver from head to toe. A very quiet “fuck” came out of him in a whisper. And a wetness against your fingers - pre-cum. You slid it across the head of his cock with your thumb, and then started to pump the way that you had seen in porn. You weren’t COMPLETELY innocent, after all. Just because you had never done this before didn’t mean you didn’t have some idea of what to do. 

And he was putty in your hands. His head leaned back, exposing more of that beautiful neck to your lips as you jacked him off inside of the closet. He was muttering your name over and over, which made your heart race. He knew it was you. Despite all of the darkness, where he could have been thinking or imagining someone else, he was sticking with the reality that it was you. His hands then suddenly, almost brutally, held your hips hard, hands clenching maybe leaving slight bruises, but you didn’t care. His mouth found yours again, and he used your lips to stifle the moans that came out of him as he came right into your hands. It was hot, sticky, thicker than you had imagined it to be. He thrusted up into your palm a couple of times with each squirt before he let his head down onto your shoulder, forehead digging into the bone. “Fuck y/n,” He whispered. “Your hands are so good.” 

“Thanks,” You breathed, still feeling his kiss upon your lips. “From what I felt of yours, they’re good too.” 

“Thanks,” he said, his tone shyer this time. You released your hand from him and put it down to your own side. You held onto the handful of sperm, suddenly realizing that you didn’t know what to do with it. As you heard him do his zipper back up, you tried to figure it out. The game wasn’t over so if you just ... let it drip onto the ground or wipe it on the only coat in here, it could be found. It would be weird if you just licked it off right? Plus, you weren’t even sure if you would like it. What if it tasted rancid? It certainly didn’t smell the most appealing. So, despite the awkwardness, you just sort of held it. Put your hands together behind your back, one under the other to make sure that it didn’t spill. 

“Fuck, I still can’t believe we did that,” Charlie said. You couldn’t see him much in the darkness, just an outline of movement, but you could imagine him pushing his hair out of his face now, his cheeks pink. “Do you think we could do this again sometime? But maybe not in a closet, with all of our friends outside. But a place where we could ... you know, not have to muffle everything?” 

Another round of laughter outside. As if they knew what was going on in here. And now all you could think about was what he would sound like without restraint. Those moans. Those whispered curses. All in that sweet and soft voice of his - you would be the one shaking like a leaf if that was to happen. And he wanted to hear you too. He wanted to bring out your own sounds.  

“It would be kind of nice to see you the next time too,” you said, chuckling lightly.  

“Yeah, definitely. So, is that a yes?” 

The door opened and bright light made you squint as you clutched your fingers together behind you. Charlie still looked a little bit red in the cheeks but apart from that, there wasn’t much that gave away that anything had happened in here. “Hickey check!” Kirby joked, moving Charlie’s hair to peek at his neck. You held your breath as she checked yours too and then pouted. “God, you two are boring.”  

“You would think you wouldn’t want people to hook up in your closet,” Charlie joked as he motioned for you to leave first. You did, hoping that the position of your hands wasn’t too suspicious. But no one really said anything about it.  

“I have to go to the bathroom,” you said, eager to wash this off of your hands so you could use them like a normal person. But before you left, you caught Charlie’s eye, and you nodded as an answer to his question. He smiled back widely, and looked away from you before he would start to blush, but his eyes returned to your ass as you walked away and hoped that you would sit next to him when you came back.  

You did. And everyone else was exchanging looks throughout the rest of the night, knowing how it felt like you two were at a party totally separate from theirs. Kirby was already taking pride in being a matchmaker, just because it happened in her house, taking all the credit - especially when a week later, you and Charlie went public. 

[starry-eyed-wild-child]

🎃🍂rory culkin kinktober masterlist 2024 🍂🎃

a/n: whoooo! since this was highly requested, I'm going to be doing the rory kinktober this year! 🤭 I'm going to be starting tomorrow, and try and catch up on the missed days!

Requests for one shots would be appreciated, if there's any particular characters you'd like to see with a specific prompt!! Enjoy pookies 🫶

1. Soft Dom/ Sub with Ollie Sway

2. Choking with Kappa

3. Knife Kink with Euronymous

4. Thigh Riding with Mike

5. Overstimulation with Danny Cooper

6. Mutual Masturbation with Clyde

7. Breeding with Samuel Lafferty

8. Orgasm Denial with Jack Thurlow

9. Exhibitionism with Kappa

10. Costumes with Charlie Walker

11. Cockwarming with Clay Roach

12. Blowjob with Possum

13. Aftercare with Gabriel

14. Pillow Humping with Samuel Lafferty

15. Corruption Kink with Euronymous

16. Body Worship with Danny Cooper

17. Filming with Charlie Walker

18. Praise Kink with Gabriel

19. Degradation with Jack Thurlow

20. Hair Pulling with Marcus

21. Premature Ejaculation with Ollie Sway

22. Somnophilia with Kappa

23. Fingering with Possum

24. Mirror Sex with Clyde

25. Size Kink with Mike

26. Lap Dance with Euronymous

27. Phone Sex with Jack Thurlow

28. Spanking with Samuel Lafferty

29. Squirting with Clay Roach

30. Begging with Marcus

31. Happy Halloween

[angelicdanvers]

BREATHE DEEPER | one.

a charlie bushnell x fem!reader social media fic.

y/n

liked by iamcharliebushnell, walker.scobell, leahsavajeffries, and others

y/n — life lately 🎬🎞️

leahsavajeffries AINT NO WAY THE FILMING'S STARTED?? ��� y/n 😏

walker.scobell can i be a part of your film 🫢 ↳ y/n sure kidlet

dior.n.goodjohn IM SCREAMING RN WHY TF IS EVERYONE SILENT ↳ walker.scobell pretty sure that's why everyone's silent di ↳ y/n ITS OKAY I LOVE THE SILENCE WHEN IT'S CAUSED BY YOU

dior.n.goodjohn but can we pls address the photoshoot omg 😮‍💨

iamcharliebushnell you're pretty ↳ dior.n.goodjohn SQUIRRELS. IN. MY. PANTS. ↳ iamcharliebushnell yo you're the bigger simp here ↳ aryansimhadri both of y'all just confessed to being simps

y/n

liked by iamcharliebushnell, dior.n.goodjohn, leahsavajeffries, and others

y/n — mgmt’s 'oracular spectacular' should be the official soundtrack for this film just sayin

walker.scobell CAN I CAMEO ↳ y/n yes ↳ walker.scobell can i do the floss to time to pretend ↳ y/n YES

user walker and y/n's antics are the best fr

user2 the last shot is gorgeous ↳ user3 lowk looks like charlie but isnt ↳ user2 charlie could be inspo??

iamcharliebushnell hey i need pic creds >:( ↳ y/n guys charlie took the first two pics

dior.n.goodjohn good golly you're a fine woman ↳ y/n babes you need to get your prescription checked i'm literally a mirror wdym

iamcharliebushnell when can i come backkk ↳ y/n when you don't try to peek at the script ↳ iamcharliebushnell hey that's mean! ↳ y/n oliviarodrigo make a song called "hey that's mean!" ↳ oliviarodrigo YOU BET BBG

aryansimhadri i feel funny ↳ y/n WHAT 😭 ↳ aryansimhadri liv's "hey that's mean!" is gonna be the next i feel funny and i'm LIVING for it ↳ y/n LMFAO YOURE RIGHT

iamcharliebushnell i'm back wanna go get acai bowls ↳ y/n bro i'm in canada . . . ↳ iamcharliebushnell im coming back

leahsavajeffries THIS COMMENT SECTION IS THE FINEST FORM OF CHAOS ↳ dior.n.goodjohn what can i say she's a fine woman ↳ leahsavajeffries dior your love's boiling up 🤭

user4 i love this girl sm ↳ iamcharliebushnell i wish i could relate :( ↳ y/n i love you user4

user5 LOL CHARLIE 😭

— taglist.

@shokocoded @istillremberthefirstfallofsnow @surftrips @svtsimp22 @gcidrvsh @idontevencare1223 @thames-fig @captainshischier @reggieslifeboat @multifandom-loser @wheelerslover @mermaid-mqtel @randomnpc456 @kaithoughs @isab3lita @mariposa555 @sunshinessky @myr-cheri @thedeadlynights @ella33 @c1nn4mng1rl @poppysrin @breadbrobin @lucy-the-ant @jules-loves-lukecastellan @taloulalila @tom-pls-fuck-me @mia-luvs @iknowyoureabigfan

i tagged everyone i could find thus far! i love you so much, thank you for all the support <33 i will update the taglist if more people wish to join :)

i hope you enjoyed chapter one, stay safe and drink water!

i love you and i’m proud of you <333

[p1nkprincess444]

ִֶָ𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴍʏ ᴛʜɪɢʜs - ᴄʜᴀʀʟɪᴇ ᴡᴀʟᴋᴇʀ ⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ

୨୧ not proof read!! ୨୧

female!reader x charlie walker

word count: 721

contents: 18+, slight mentions of somnophilia

You woke up in your bed as Charlie’s lips pressed gentle kisses against your skin. You were in a complete haze as his hands moved under your pajama top, they groped at your breasts while he murmured sweet things against your skin. 

“ How did you get in, ” my voice was still groggy from sleep as my eyes locked on Charlie’s hungry gaze.

“ Your window was unlocked- and I missed you. ”

A gentle hum reverberated off your lips as Charlie’s lips moved down your body pressing kisses to each of your breasts over your shirt. He quickly moved his head under your shirt letting his hands and mouth find your breasts. His tongue swirled around your nipple sucking on the hardened peak before moving to the next. He moved out from under your shirt before pulling the fabric over your head. His kisses moved back up to your lips as his hands wandered all over your body. He slowly pushed down your pajama shorts before his hand disappeared into your panties. His fingers delved into your soaking cunt slowly pushing in and out of you. His lips were pressed against yours in a heated kiss as his fingers pumped in and out of your cunt. 

“ You want me baby, ” his words were teasing as his fingers curled inside you.

All his teasing movements were making you grow closer to your inevitable release as his fingers pushed deeper and his tongue tangled with yours. 

“ Char please- don’t tease me. ”

A devilish grin plastered across his face as he looked up at you. His gaze locked on yours as he sat up on his heels. He began undressing until he was left in his boxers. You lifted your hips for him as he slid off your panties, throwing them on the floor with the rest of your clothes. He quickly pushed off his boxers as you opened your legs to him. He sunk into you without warning causing a loud moan to leave your lips before Charlie clasped a hand over your mouth. 

“ Don’t want your parents to know what I’m doing to their daughter, do we now? ”

Charlie’s mouth latched onto your breasts covering the soft skin in hickies as his hips slowly rocked against yours. You couldn’t help the moans that fell from your lips that were suppressed by his hand. You couldn’t help the way your hips rolled against his, the way his cock filled you so perfectly. Just how Charlie couldn’t help sneaking into your room at night while you slept. It wasn’t the first time he had done this and nor would it be the last, this however was just one of the fortunate times you had woken up. 

His cock was drilling into your cervix as he whispered soft praises into your ear. Your moans were growing louder and louder until they were practically screams as he attempted to muffle the noise with his hand. 

“ Princess if you keep it up people are gonna think you’re getting murdered in here, ” Charlie’s statement was undercut by the fact he was chuckling as he pressed kisses into your neck. “ Are you close? ”

You nodded eagerly as you stared up into his deep blue eyes. Charlie couldn’t help but smile at your eagerness while he began to pick up the pace pounding mercilessly into your cunt. His hand that wasn’t covering your mouth tangled in your hair as he pressed his forehead to yours. 

Your orgasm came crashing down on you like a wave as your eyes rolled back in your head and your back arched. Charlie’s relentless pounding never slowed as he grew nearer and nearer to his own release. His hips stilled against yours as he shot ropes of cum deep into your cunt. His hand slowly withdrew from your mouth before he quickly replaced it with his lips.

“ I love you, you know that? ”

I nodded in response as I placed a gentle kiss to his soft lips, “ I love you too Char. ”

Charlie's head came to rest in the crook of your neck as he stayed inside of you while you both slept. It was the little moments like these that helped him completely forget about being ghostface. You hadn’t known this but everytime Charlie killed someone he’d sneak over and find comfort in between your thighs.

[ellieslittleburrow]

Masterlist 🌹🌹🌹

Hi there, welcome. I'm reposting the masterlist on my other account, rusty's lodge and adding the fics i wrote on this one as well.

enjoyyyy 💕

MASTERLIST P.2

4am Masterlist

Writing conditions

Fandoms : Supernatural, Walker, The society, Hannibal, Peaky blinders, Sherlock Holmes, The Punisher, The Witcher, and many more!

Open to requests from other tv shows i might've watched, so request away 🖤🖤

Supernatural :   

One shots : 

Sam and dean and John

Coming home late..doesn't keep Dean okay P1.(Angsty Dean x sister reader)

Coming home late..doesn't keep Dean okay P2.(Angsty Dean x sister reader)

Arguing siblings(Sam/Dean x sister reader)

Graduation (Sam/Dean x sister reader)

Broken heart (Dean x sister reader)

Cakepops (Dean x sister reader)

Motorcycle accident (Sam/Dean x sister reader)

Tummy ache (Fluffy Sam/Dean x sister reader)

Arrested (Angsty Sam x sister reader)

Distant(Sam x sister reader)

The best dad (Sam x daughter reader)

Heartbroken (Sam/dean x sister reader)

I'll do it for you (Sam/Dean x sister reader)

Sleep paralysis...Part1(Sam/Dean x sister reader)

Witchcraft (Sam/Dean x sister reader)

Fun evening...Part 2(Angsty Dean x sister reader)

Fun evening..Part 1(Fluffy Dean x sister reader)

Social anxiety (Dean/Sam x sister reader)

Eating disorder part 1 (Sam/Dean x sister reader)

ED part 2, Dean(Dean x sister reader)

ED part 2, Sam (Sam x sister reader)

Periods (Dean/Sam x sister reader)

Staining the Winchester car (John x daughter reader)

Hungover Dean ( Fluffy Sam/Dean x sister reader)

Non-binary little winchester(Sam/Dean x sibling reader)

Dean realizes his sister’s lesbian( Dean x lesbian sister reader)

Forever love you, no matter what(Sam/Dean x lesbian sister)

I'm here now, kid (Dean winchester x daughter!reader)

Too young to go on hunts(Sam/Dean/Bobby x sister reader)

Sick (Sam/Dean x sister reader)

Pretty girl (Sam/Dean x young sister reader)

psychic abilities (Sam/Dean x sister reader) 

Homeschooled Part 1 (Sam/sister reader)

Homeschooled Part 2 (Sam/sister reader)

Sir mister judge (Dean x sister reader)

Bites pt1 (angst Dean winchester x daughter reader)

Bites pt2 (fluffy Dean winchester x daughter reader)

The hairdresser (Sam x young daughter reader) 

Short hair (Sam/Dean x sister reader) 

Panicky..(Sam/Dean x sister reader)

Hurtin' kid.(Sam/Dean x sister reader)

Family breakup. (Angst Sam/Dean x sister reader)

Sentimental sister (Sam/Dean x sister reader)

What's that you're wearing?(Sam/Dean x sister reader)

Siblings : sleepover (Sam/Dean x sister reader)

Siblings : periods (Sam/Dean x sister reader)

Singer sister meets Dean after a long time apart(Dean/Sam x sister reader)

Other characters :

The little secret (Castiel x reader)

I promised i’d keep you safe and i broke that promise(Platonic jack x sister reader)

Savior castiel (platonic castielx sister reader)

Charlie's girlfriend (Romantic fluff charlie x sister reader)

Siblings (Dean/Sam Winchester x sister!reader)

Christmas time (Dean winchester x sister!reader)

Motorcycle accident (Dean/Sam winchester x sister!reader)

Protective John(John Winchester x daughter!reader)

  Texts 📱 :

Sam and Dean :

Are you sure you’re feeling better ? (Sam x sick sister reader)

Prank time. (Sam/Dean x sister reader)

Night terrors (Dean x sister reader)

I crashed baby...(Sam/Dean x sister reader)

Other characters :

Blackmail Part 1(Claire novak x winchester sister reader)

Blackmail Part 2 (Claire novak x winchester sister reader)

I will never leave (Jensen Ackles/ Danneel Ackles x daughter!reader)

Hannibal :

Poor behaviour Pt1 (hannibal x daughter reader)

Poor behaviour Pt2

It is but a little cold. (Fluff Hannibal x daughter reader)

Anger issues (Hannibal x daughter reader)

Protective family(AU Sherlock Holmes/Hannibal Lecter x daughter/sister!reader)

Peaky Blinders :

Final night in Soho (shelby brothers x sister)

Sherlock Holmes :

His ward. (Sherlock Holmes x sister reader)

His ward. PT2, choice 1

His ward. PT2, choice 2

The detectives (Sherlock/Enola holmes x sister!reader)

Big Sky :

Hurt but safe.(Beau Arlen x daughter!reader)

The Last Of Us :

A father like no other (Joel Miller x daughter!reader)

From stranger to father..(Joel miller x daughter!reader)

Fainter reader(Joel miller x daughter!reader/Ellie x sister!reader)

Home late(Joel miller x daughter!reader)

The witcher :

Geralt headcanons (Geralt x daughter!reader)

Top Gun Maverick :

Balls of fire (Rooster Bradshaw x sister!reader)

Elvis :

I own you. (Smut Elvis Presley x girlfriend!reader)

Classic case of jealousy (Elvis Presley x girlfriend!reader)

[kisses4kaia]

Charlie walker x reader smut where he’s very subby and unexpirienced

thank you 🧎🏻‍♀️

a/n; omgomg absolutely r u kidding me rn ? fem reader. obvi 17+ and intended for mature audiences .

movie night 💿 - c, walker ,,

it's crazy what an innocent movie night at kirby's can end up as.

you and charlie sat in opposite corners of the spacious living room, watching stab III (per charlie's insistence). it had just started and you were already bored. the movie wasn't bad, per se, you had just seen it so many times before.

and well, you had always found charlie walker more interesting.

you'd always thought of him as attractive, having spent many a night with your fingers deep inside of you, imagining they were his, imagining what he would sound like, whimpering for you and your touch.

you knew he felt the same, if not, similar, about you. from the way he insisted on walking up the stairs after you (iykyk), to the untrackable count of times you've caught him eyeing you up and down, as though he was praying he would be gifted by the gods with x-ray vision.

but every time you got too close, he'd shut it down with a friendly remark. every. damn. time.

"that's actually really nice of you, thanks y/n,"

"haha, you don't mean that. funny, though."

"i think you look pretty nice, too,"

it drove you crazy, just how oblivious he was to your advances. the way the tv screen lit up his blown pupils, fascinated as he watched one of his favorite movies for probably the 1,000th time, made you bite your lip to contain the anything-but-holy thoughts ravaging your mind.

you were tired of sitting around, doing nothing about this ever-growing crush.

whilst everybody had their eyes glued to the screen, watching some girl get chased through her home, you pulled out your small iphone and clicked on charlie's contact. you had to do something he couldn't ignore, something he couldn't look over.

you clicked on the option to attach a photo to the text message. you scrolled through your camera roll until you found it.

the photo was of you, in your bedroom, in your mirror, seemingly trying on lacy, dark purple, lingerie. there was no shot he was taking this with friendly intentions.

you to charlieee <33 : *(1) attachment*

you waited a few moments before texting him again

you to charlieee <33 : oops, wrong person . sry. 😊

you watched as he reached for his back pocket at the sound of a notification.

and how his face, once painted with curiosity, twisted into shock, sights forced on the device. you had to bite back a smirk as he looked up at you.

you pretended that you were watching the movie and gave no attention to the boy whose pants were getting tighter by the second.

he cleared his throat before settling back on the couch, typing out a reply.

charlie to y/n🤩 : it's okay haha

charlie to y/n🤩 : do you mind me asking who that was meant for?

you to charlieee <33 : why does that matter 2 u?

charlie to y/n🤩 : i just want to know if you're seeing someone, or if it was for jill or kirby, yk?

charlie to y/n🤩 : not that i care if you're seeing someone!! that's really one of my business, forget i said anything

you to charlieee <33 : lmao but char, its ok if u do

charlie to y/n🤩 : what do you mean by that?

you to charlieee <33 : follow me and find out ;)

you casually got up and exited the living room, successfully not turning any heads. you found the guest bathroom and entered.

it was actually very nice, the lights were bright and luminescent, and the shower, sink, and toilet were spotless.

you waited a few minutes, sitting on the sink counter, before the door opened, revealing the one and only.

"what took you so long?" you teased flashing a smile. "i was debating whether or not i actually wanted this, well i do want this, very much so, but i was just-" he was rambling.

"well, you're here now, aren't you, charlie?" you slightly whispered before pulling him towards you by his shirt, settling in between your legs.

he was stiff as a board, he didn't know what he could do. you noticed this and grabbed his hands from his sides and placed them lowly on your waist.

you placed your arms around his neck very lazily. "you want this?" you looked into his eyes, which were dazed and hazy, seemingly drowning in dopamine.

he nodded. "mhm, yeah," he was breathless, becoming so impatient, needing to feel your lips on his.

you chuckled softly to yourself before finally giving the boy what he wanted. the kiss started out slow but heated up quickly as you started to tangle your fingers in his hair.

you swiped your tongue along his bottom lip and his mouth fell open easily, allowing it in.

charlie gripped your hips tightly. "easy, tiger. i'm not going anywhere," you pulled away slightly to say. this did not make him let up. there were surely going to be bruises in the place of his hands by tomorrow.

you began kissing down his jaw and neck, exploring and searching for a sweet spot. he whimpered particularly needily at one area on his collarbone and you attacked it.

he began running his hands up and down your sides, underneath your shirt. you translated his wandering hands and helped throw your top off. he tried, truly, to keep his eyes on your face and not on your chest but how could he? <33

"so, so, so beautiful," he whispered, leaning down slightly to knead your covered breasts. "too many clothes, baby. take 'em off for me, hm?" you more told him than asked.

like the good boy he wanted to be for you, charlie was quick to remove every garment on his body, save for his boxers.

you pulled your miniskirt off and were left in a laced, pale pinky-shade of matching bra and panties.

he took a small step back and stared at you intensely, like he wanted to say something. "spit it out, char." you almost scolded him.

"i-it's just, um, i've n-never done anything like this... before..." he looked down as though it was a shameful thing.

you smiled at his tenderness. "c'mere, love," you quietly uttered before pulling him in between your legs once again. you felt his hard length pressed against your middle but ignored the euphoria to focus on what mattered.

"look at me, char. that does not make me want you any less, it's actually kinda cute. listen, i'll guide you through it, if you wish to continue, that is. if you don't, we can get dressed and leave like nothing happened. what do you want to do, baby?" you reassured him as he stared into your eyes thoughtfully.

"i wanna keep going," he breathed out. "good," you hummed, drawing his lips to yours again. you hopped off of the counter, forcing your lips apart by the sheer height difference between you two.

you pushed him against the bathroom door and lowered yourself onto your knees in front of him. "w-what are you doing?!" he panicked slightly. "i'm gonna take real good care of you, m'kay, love? now, be a good boy for me and relax," you purred, rubbing your hands up and down his thighs.

the pet name turned his stomach and made him slip a small whimper. he unfroze his muscles and relaxed, per your request.

you kept your doe eyes on the flushed boy's face as your pulled his boxers down, making his dick spring out, hitting his stomach.

you tore your eyes from his face and focused your attention on his member.

he was big, huge. his slit crying with precum and veins ran up and down the length of it. your wide eyes softened when you heard a needy whine coming from the man above you.

you decided he's waited long enough, so you ran your tongue along the underside of his cock. the moan/groan he let out, made you smile, and lock eyes with charlie once again.

"fuck, feels good," he said through half-lidded eyes as you began to suck on his angry, red, tip.

"so vulgar. bad boy," you teased with a grin. the sight of you beneath him, on your knees, a smile bigger than the whole sky plastered across your face as his dick leaned against your chin, could've caused him to release a load on your pretty face right there.

but he didn't. he wanted, needed, to be your good, good, boy <3.

"mmm, no. i'm good, i'm so good, only for you. just for you, mommy," the name merely slipped out, he swore, but it caused you to moan whilst his dick was down your throat, causing a very pleasurable vibration around his cock, causing him to involuntarily cum down your throat.

"sh-shit, 'm sorry," he was quick to apologize for cumming so quickly as you pull your jaw off of him. "say that again," you demanded with a scratchy voice, but needier undertones were detected. "w-what, i'm sorry?"

"no, before that,"

"m-mommy?" charlie squeaked.

"fuck."

from the cold tiles biting at the skin of your knees to shimmying off your panties and sitting back down on the counter, you knew you needed him, all of him. right here, right now.

this time, you didn't have to pull him toward you, he naturally gravitated to the comfort of the in-between of your plush thighs. "wanna fuck me? huh?" you asked, grabbing his cock and sliding the tip up and down your folds.

"more than anything, mommy," he whimpered, dreamily. "fuck, baby," you whined as you guided him inside of you.

the stretch was almost impossible. you both moan in synchrony. the tightness of your walls was far better than charlie could've ever imagined when he pumped his fist up and down his length on lonely nights.

"oh my god, momma. i've dreamed and dreamed about this," he whispered in your ear after you gave him the go-ahead to move. his thrusts started out slow and tame but sped up quickly.

the hold he had on your thighs was mighty as he chased his high. "gimme your hand," you managed to speak through the ecstasy. "w-why?" he slowed down, only slightly.

"just- just give it to me," you gasped as his tip pushed against your g-spot. he lifted his left hand and put it in your right.

you shaped it into a 'thumbs up' stance and moved in down onto your clit. "draw circles," you told him. he picked it up quickly and continued fucking you.

your nailed fingers tugged and pulled at his hair, making him into a moaning, whimpering, mess. "shit, fuck! i can't go for much longer. can i please do it inside? please, please, please, mommy?" he begged and you nodded. "i'm on the pill, doll. go ahead, fill me up." you couldn't say no to his beautiful, fucked out, face.

a few more sloppy thrusts into your cunt and soon, he had you loaded. he stared down at his cock going in and out of you, lubed by his sperm, and he could've came again at the sight.

it wasn't too long after that you felt your own earth-shattering release, clinging onto the broad shoulders of the man above you. it rippled through you like an ocean current.

you stayed intertwined with each other for a few more moments, catching your breath, before charlie spoke.

"if my calculations are correct, roman bridgers should be getting revealed as ghostface right now."

[batpunkks]

charlie walker and his head game.

MINORS GO AWAY.

(Not edited so please excuse grammar)

He would be needy with it, like you would be laying down with your pussy off the edge of the bed as he was kneeled down eating you like a man starved <3

And whenever you grasp tightly at his hair and pull him back, he’ll look at you with his normally piercing eyes, but this time their soft and begging, is messy lips parted and his brows furrowed. (He would be needy and beg you to let in go back down because this man is so HORN KNEE).

Think your period is going to stop him? Hell no, if anything it makes him more eager to do it, so then you can really see how messy he can get with it.

Likes to tease you a little bit before finally giving in, will kiss the insides of your thighs. If he’s really in the mood, he’ll lick right around your folds but never touch them until you’re begging.

Would totally love holding you down with one hand on your stomach and the other holding a leg open 👀

sitting. on. his face. Oh my good god.

He lives for it. Loves to be suffocated with the thickness of your thighs as you’re on top of him, and he really goes to town.

Bonus points for handcuffing him, because that gets him the most riled up. He likes being able to feel you when you’re like this and if you take that away, he’s gonna get bratty and whiney. If you tell him you’ll uncuff him if you cum… r.i.p vaginae

Starting out he OBVIOUSLY isn’t some expert, he was a virgin before he met you (omg who woulda thought 😱) but the more you communicate with him on what feels good and what doesn’t, he’s observant and will memorize everything you tell him. He just really really wants you to feel good. Becomes a pussy-eating god by the time you’re done with him.

Would ask you to take a Polaroid of him with his mouth covered in you so you could keep it for yourself. (You end up sticking it in your wallet and go unresponsive if anyone sees it and asks what it is.)

If there’s one thing he likes more than you having a picture of him is that he has pictures of you. Oh good lord, in a back pocket of his wallet, he has so many photos of you it creates a lump in the leather.

Favorite favorite favorite thing to do is to wrap his lips around your clit and suck, moving his tongue around. It’s a sure shot to make you cum and you always make the dirtiest noises when he does it. He just loves seeing the effect it has on you ❤️

Yeah, yeah yeah, I know I already have a one shot of this shit but I’m doing it again. Cry.

[starcrossedlvvr]

So High School - Part 1

-> wanda maximoff x OG!character - high school AU

authors note: hi! this is my first story, so please bare with me 🙏 the story is inspired by taylor swift’s song 'so high school'. not proofread, because i’m too exited about posting. let me know how you like it!!

Part 1: The First Day

The sun was barely up when Jillian Walker woke to the shrill beeping of her alarm clock. She groaned, burying her face into her pillow, but the buzzing of her siblings outside her room quickly reminded her why she couldn’t afford to sleep in.

“JJ!” Louise’s voice came through the door, high-pitched and impatient. “Mom says you need to get up now or we’ll miss the train!”

“I’m up!” Jill shouted back, though she still didn’t move right away. For a moment, she let herself lie there, staring at the water stain on her ceiling and steeling herself for what she already knew would be a long day.

The beginning of another school year at Xavier Academy.

By the time she dragged herself downstairs, the chaos had reached its peak. Vicky was already in tears, Charlie and Benji were bickering over who got to sit by the window on the train, and their mother was pacing in the kitchen, muttering complaints under her breath.

“Jillian!” Her mother whirled around when she saw her. “Where have you been? I can’t do this by myself—help me get these kids moving!”

Jill bit back the sarcastic response that threatened to slip out. “I’ve got it, Mom,” she said instead, grabbing Vicky’s hand and shooing Charlie and Benji toward the door.

It wasn’t until they were finally on the train and the younger kids had settled down that Jill allowed herself to relax. She leaned her head against the window, watching the scenery blur by, and let her thoughts drift to the year ahead.

Her siblings would all be with her at Xavier now, which meant no more sleepless nights worrying about whether they were okay back home. But it also meant constant interruptions, endless questions, and no escape from the responsibilities that always seemed to fall on her shoulders.

At least she had Pietro.

As if on cue, her phone buzzed with a message:

Pietro: Back to the grind, huh? Meet me at the front steps when you get here. We’ve got to scope out the new kids.

Jill rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress a smile. The first day of school at Xavier Academy was always a spectacle. The courtyard buzzed with activity as students returned from their summer breaks, hugging friends, hauling suitcases, and exchanging updates.

Pietro was waiting for her by the front steps, as promised, his signature cocky grin already in place.

“There’s my favorite genius,” he said, slinging an arm around her shoulders as she approached.

“You say that like you know any other geniuses,” Jill quipped, shaking him off.

“Fair point. Come on, you’ve got to see what Wanda’s wearing. It’s ridiculous.”

Jill’s stomach tightened at the mention of Wanda, though she’d never admit it. Pietro’s twin sister had a way of getting under her skin like no one else.

She didn’t have to look far to find her. Wanda Maximoff stood near the fountain, surrounded by her usual group of friends. She was dressed in a pale pink blouse and denim shorts, her dark hair loose around her shoulders. She was laughing at something one of her friends had said, her green eyes sparkling with amusement.

Jill hated her.

“Walker,” Wanda called out when she spotted her, a smirk curling at the corners of her mouth. “Still dressing like my brother?."

“Maximoff,” Jill shot back, folding her arms. “Still trying to distract everyone from your lack of substance with overpriced clothes?."

The jab landed, and for a split second, Wanda’s smirk faltered. But she recovered quickly, stepping closer with a defiant tilt of her chin.

“At least I know how to dress,” she said. “You look like you just raided a thrift store.”

“Better than looking like I walked out of a magazine no one reads,” Jill said coolly.

Pietro groaned, stepping between them. “Alright, ladies, can we save the insults for later? Some of us would like to enjoy the first day without a full-blown war.”

“Fine,” Wanda said, brushing past Jill with a dramatic flip of her hair. “See you around, Walker. Try not to bore anyone to death with your Shakespeare monologues.”

Jill clenched her fists, biting back a retort. She told herself it was anger that made her heart race whenever Wanda was near. Nothing more.

[f1nalgirlz]

sleepovers are fun! | Charlie Walker ♡

In which Charlie and y/n have a special moment at Kirby’s “kick off for October sleepover”

≪warnings≫ sexual content, nsfw, feminine pronouns, alcohol

≪ contents≫ Charlie Walker x you, Charlie Walker x Reader, exhibitionism kind of??, creampie, oral sex (fem receiving), p in v, kinda dom charlie?

The sun was setting as Y/N walked to Kirby’s house, it being the first day of October the air was cool. As she tracked along, she examined all the trees that were shifting in color smiling to herself. Y/N absolutely loved this time of year, and she was excited to be going to a sleepover that celebrates it. It was Kirby’s annual kickoff October sleepover that she’d came to every year since 8th grade. It was a tradition they were happy to continue every year being best friends, of course more people joined over the years. Y/N broke from her thoughts as her shoes hit Kirby’s stairs, instantly running up them and knocking on her door. After a few moments the door swung open and there stood her very best friend, Kirby, who pulled Y/N into a tight hug, dragging her inside. She looked around and smiled. “no one else get here yet?” she asks, looking inquisitively at Kirby. “Nope. Not yet! You’re first as always, Y/N.” she grinned at her and began leading her to the kitchen. “Shall we have a few drinks on this fine night?” She asks, leaning on her counter. Y/N nodded. “Yes, please.” She said happily as Kirby started making the drinks. Soon, familiar faces started pouring in. Jill and her douche boyfriend Trevor, Olivia, Robbie, and last to arrive was Charlie. Charlie was probably Y/N’s closest friend besides Kirby. What she didn’t know however, was how big of a raging crush Charlie had been harboring for her for years. He hid it decently well, not daring to speak it out loud to anyone, but he jumped at any opportunity to be alone with y/n or even just near her.

The night had gone well so far, everyone was having fun and gotten a few drinks in them. It was at this point in the night someone, maybe Olivia, had expressed they should play truth or dare, which everyone happily agreed to in their slightly inebriated shape. A few turns went by, daring a few people to take shots or silly secrets being confessed. When it was Charlie’s turn, Kirby asked him the question that lit everyone’s nerves up. “Truth or dare, Charlie?” It seemed like he was thinking before answering, “Dare.” As he answered Kirby face changed a little, a mischievous smile working its way onto her lips. See, Kirby had kind of sussed out Charlie’s crush on her best friend. Of course he’d never said it out loud to her, but she could just tell when things shifted. When slowly Charlie’s crush on her had fizzled out, yet he still lingered closely around her and her best friend. She’d never told Y/N about it of course, she believed herself to be a better person than someone who’d rat out someone’s crush. “Charlie, I dare you to kiss Y/N. Not a peck either really plant one on her!” She said, laughing happily.

“Kirby!” Y/N gasped, shooting her a look. It’s not that she’d had anything against Charlie, far from it, but she was a little nervous something as silly as a truth or dare kiss would jam a wedge in their friendship. “You guys have to, it was a dare.” Olivia chimed in, gaining nods in agreement from Jill and Trevor. Charlie, who was sitting beside you just shrugged, trying to act cool on the outside even though his insides were burning up. He was genuinely having an internal freak out. Getting to finally kiss you had NOT been in his plans. “Let’s just go for it,” Y/N mumbled, leaning in towards Charlie. He slightly panicked but shoved their lips together, the kiss lasted for a few moments before they both pulled away. The group around them laughing, cheering, and clapping at the two. As much as y/n really wanted to deny it, she felt something…it felt different. It felt good and she liked it, maybe it was because she was slightly tipsy but for the rest of the game she found herself craving more, glancing over at Charlie. Nobody really noticed.

It had gotten much later, everyone had found their way to a place to sleep. Robbie had taken his sleeping bag into an office room, closing the door behind him. Kirby went to her bed, inviting Y/N and Jill to go with her as they slept every year but only Jill accepted. Olivia followed the two up the stairs, sleeping bag in hand. Trevor had found his way to a spare bedroom quickly, as if he didn’t want anyone to steal it.

Y/N simply needed to clear her head alone, worried about what those feelings from earlier meant. She’d walked into an empty room, changing into some shorts and taking her bra off, just wanting to be comfortable. As she laid on the couch, her thoughts were cut short as Charlie walked back in from the bathroom where he’d been. Hair still damp from the shower he’d been taking. He was grabbing his sleeping bag off the floor and walking right towards Y/N. She sat up. “Is it cool if I sleep in here? I don’t want to bother you.” He said. She nodded, her heart speeding up. Why? Why now? “Uh yeah sure.” She said,looking at him as he began to lay out his sleeping bag on the ground next to the couch. They’d slept like this before at different sleepovers throughout the years, so why now did it make her heart beat out of her chest? As Charlie sat down onto his sleeping bag, sorting himself out for the night, y/n got up rather abruptly. She walked into the kitchen, grabbing a glass and pouring herself at least 3 shots, gulping them all down at once. Charlie noticed, but chose to not chase after her, simply watching from the living room floor. Y/N made her way back and sat down on the couch, looking down to Charlie on the floor. She couldn’t stop thinking about him, his lips, the way his lips felt on her own… she felt like she was going crazy. “Are you okay?” He asked her, but he didn’t receive an answer he got met with lips against his own. Her hands grabbed onto his cheeks as she made her way onto the floor with him. While he was internally freaking out, he was incredibly excited, grabbing onto her waist and pulling her into him. They continued like that for a while until Charlie rolled her over onto her back, hovering over her as they stared at each other. “I want you.” She whispered, staring at him, it’s like all the internal tension has solved itself and she knew exactly what she wanted. He gave her a nod and dipped back down for a kiss, trailing those kisses down her neck, his wet hair making her shiver as it touched her arm. He slowly pulled up her tank top, attacking her, now bare, chest and stomach with slow kisses. Both of their cheeks were burning red at this point. As he made his way down to her waist band, he looked up at her to see her nodding, almost pleading. His fingers latched on to her shorts and tugged them down, panties coming with them. He stared at her heat for a moment, cheeks burning but it didn’t take long for him to enthusiastically bury his face between her thighs. He’d never done anything like this before, but he had watched hours of porn and tutorials, hoping and praying that one day this moment would come. He began licking her folds, making his way to find her clit. When she gasped a little louder than previously, he assumed he’d found it, beginning to lick at the bundle of nerves. Y/N’s body reacted so well to him, she felt like her whole body was on fire. As Charlie licked more aggressively, beginning to suck on the bud every now and again, she could feel slick dripping from her hole. She was doing her best to stay quiet but let out a low moan when Charlie sank a single finger into her, continuing with his mouth at the same time. The one was followed by another and soon Y/N was gently shaking all over. He pulled his fingers out, moving his head down to her hole to get one last lick, filling his mouth with her wetness. She whined when he stopped and looked at him. “Why’d you stop?” She huffed out, but he just smiled softly. “Do you want to go further?” He whispered, she caught on and nodded. He pulled down his plaid green pajama pants and underwear. His cock bounced out clearly already hard, just from eating her out. He grabbed his dick with one hand lining it up with her hole and pushing just the tip inside her. She moaned, feeling like her insides were just throbbing for him. He continued to push his cock into the warm embrace of her wetness, grabbing under her knees and pushing them back, exposing more of her. He nearly drooled at the sight of his dick buried in her pussy.

Y/N felt like she could barely breathe, her cunt ached around his cock, needing movement or she felt like she would explode. As if reading her mind, Charlie slowly started thrusting into her, the wet sound her pussy made as he fucked into her, just made him hornier. The two tried to remain quiet, only letting out soft moans and grunts. Charlie had sped up, removing one hand from under her legs and moving it to almost grip onto her pussy, locating her clit with his thumb and rubbing it, this sent a shock through her body and her legs twitched. She felt so close to an orgasm she could hardly think, gripping onto Charlie’s sleeping bag with one hand and digging her nails into his shoulder with the other. She soon felt a hot liquid shooting deep into her, filling up her insides followed by the sound of Charlie moaning, body shaking. This sent her over the edge, her body shaking as she orgasmed, pussy clenching around Charlie, milking every last drop from him. When he finally pulled out, they were both panting. They kissed again, another slow kiss. Charlie pulled his pants back up, as well as Y/N’s trapping his cum that was flowing out inside her panties. She sat up and pulled her tank top down, blushing deeply. “So um..” she started but was interrupted by the sound of feet coming down the stairs.

Soooo… idk if anyone will actually read this, I need to express my hyperfixation somehow. I haven’t written anything like this in years so please bare with me. If someone does read this I’d love more ideas please please please!!! 🩷

[nevvdrinksteaa]

my blog contains 18+ content that may be uncomfortable or triggering, including but not limited to: smoking, drugs/alcohol, sex (m and f), dark themes, violence, yandre behavior, noncon, and overall attraction towards men that would most likely put me on some sort of watch list and more !

nev // 21 // she/her // bisexual // writer (sometimes) // chronically online // activist (politics are important !!)

REQUESTS: CLOSED ( currently inactive :/ )

some of the fandoms i'll write for include: rory culkin // criminal minds // five nights at freddy's // call of duty // stranger things // the last of us // game of thrones // the 100 // you

i try incredibly hard to be inclusive to all body types, genders, and races. i try to be very descriptive with my tags so if i write anything too specific or uncomfortable, please let me know and i will fix it! i do unfortunately make all smut with f!reader in mind (i stick to what i know i’m sorry) but all fluff, angst, one-shots, etc. will never talk about gender! i want everyone and anyone to be able to read and enjoy my work. this is a safe space <3

please make sure to check out some of my fav fics and other lovely writers works which can be found under # nev’s recs !!

** dividers by @cafekitsune **

indicators: ☆ smut ☆ ♡ fluff ♡ ☁︎ angst ☁︎ ★ asks ★

☆ history // charlie walker (3.1k)

☆ jack thurlow blurb // face fuckin (400)

☆ spencer reid blurb // breeding kink (650)

★☆ spencer reid blurb // duty calls (1.8k)

♡ favors (pt i) // mike schmidt (1.7k)

☆ favors (pt ii) // mike schmidt (6k)

some of these works are subject to change, they are just quick ideas i think of and will more than likely change them as i go! please keep in mind i have a full time job and am currently taking night classes to get my emt certification, patience is greatly appreciated <3

☆ what if we had one? // spencer reid - you and spencer babysit henry for jj and will, something about seeing him with kids lights a fire in you * view similar blurb here! *

☆ through the window // charlie walker - you’re new in town and notice that you and your neighbor have a habit of watching each other through your bedroom windows * view small tease here! *

☆ only by the night // steve harrington - inspired by sex on fire by kings of leon,, giving steve head while he’s driving

☆ partners in crime // spencer reid - you and spencer have been working together for years. when his apartment flooded and the inspector finds mold growth, he needs a place to stay.

☁︎♡ stuck // charlie walker - after deciding to drop out of college to pursue a different career, you find comfort in a long term friend after feeling lost

☆ reading is fundamental // spencer reid - after spencer finds out that you were never read to, he decided that now was a great time to start. you on the other hand have different plans.. because what’s hotter than a man who reads?

[angelsanarchy]

It's THAT time again! Who's next for the Culkin Series

Plots for the characters:

Ollie (Song of Sway Lake) Returns to the cabin and his grandmother is on a vacation so she’s got someone there taking care of the lake house. Once she talks to his grandmother she tells her he can stay. They co-exist and get to know one another.

Danny (Intruders) Dan has to be in physical therapy after what happened at that woman’s house. He has a physical therapist/nurse that visits to help him and bring him food while he heals. He doesn’t like to talk about what happened but he likes his nurse and eventually he lets her help him recover mentally and physically.

Charlie (Scream 4) Scream 4 takes place in 2011 so I would set it at least two years back, Charlie is a freshman/sophomore and is trying to get the Cinema club off the ground. He seeks the help of a girl who works in a media store that offers merch, DVD’s and collectibles. He tries to get her to join the cinema club but she doesn’t “join” things. He suggests just hanging out. (Possible relation with original characters)

Euronymous (Lords of Chaos) As I haven’t been able to watch LOC all the way through, I’ve got a rough idea about both what kind of person Euronymous is but generally I would probably just write a love/hate situation where they’re mean to each other but he’s the first person to jump to defend her. I would write a much softer Euronymous like how you see him with his sister in the start of the movie. I also know very little about black metal so there’s that haha I won't even attempt to pretend to know about it either so Y/n will more than likely not care for the music itself but he'll absolutely want to make her see what he sees.

[whoreforchr1s]

WALKER SCOBELL ( + characters) MASTERLIST

walker

headcannons:

one-shots:

series:

percy

headcannons:

one-shots:

series:

adam

headcannons:

one-shots:

series:

charlie

headcannons:

one-shots:

series:

[wifeofsnowbaird]

MASTERLIST

The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes:

Coriolanus Snow:

Believe in me, my angel [one-shot and a mistake 💀I messed up so bad man if u give me another chance i will make it better i swear pls]

He was my man, but now he's just a stranger [one-shot]

My little Deer [one-shot]

You Can't, You Can't Catch Me Now [Masterlist]*

SnowBaird x Reader:

The Songbird and Snake love their Ballad[coming soon]

Lucy Gray Baird: coming soon

Sejanus Plinth: none yet

Actors:

Tom Blyth: so long I've been out in the rain and Snow [part 1/part 2]

Charlie Bushnell: Charlie...I will never trust you again[one-shot]

Walker Scobell: coming soon

Billy the Kid:

You put a spell on me [part 1/part 2]

PJO:

Clarisse La Rue: coming soon

Annabeth Chase: coming soon

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