#scream 4 oneshot

[castieltrash1]

the devil has come home → charlie w.

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

word count → 3.4k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Simply put, Charlie is not a prude.

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

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

“Billy,” Charlie tensely corrects.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[slasher-key]

Stay With Me (Charlie Walker)

Pairing: Charlie Walker x Fem!! Reader 

Warnings: The usual curse word here and there

This is a lil enemies to lover for you. I hope you enjoy thanks for reading ❤️❤️I really appreciate it.

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I never really liked Charlie Walker. When I first moved to Woodsboro he would tease and taunt me until I broke, all so he could impress his friends. He spread a rumor about how I gave it up to him at some party once, and everyone would call me these horrible names. That was my breaking point, that was the first time I stood up for myself for once, and the first time I ever punched someone in the face. Since that day we have been at each other’s throats.

Our hatred for each other was so bad I couldn’t even go to Cinema Club, and I fucking love movies. But I already have to see him in two of my classes and lunch, so why would I want to be around him after school as well. Kirby tried to convince me to come but I couldn’t stand it. So now I just go home and watch TV alone. Since my grandma is working at the hospital all the time. I’m home alone a lot.

I am sitting in my last class of the day impatiently waiting for the bell to ring. I zone out looking at the clock when I feel a tap on my arm. I already knew who it was because he does it every day. “You coming to Cinema Club today? you know it’s the anniversary.” He says “First off why are you talking to me like we are friends? And second why would I want to celebrate a bunch of teenagers getting murdered?” I reply, a disgusted look plastered on my face “You’re so fucking weird, you know that.” I continue, packing up my things and walking out of the room as the bell rings. But as you walk out of the room you can’t help but notice the slight frown on Charlie’s face. 

On my way to the cemetery I pick up some flowers to put on my mom’s grave it is the anniversary of her death after all. My grandma was gonna come but she got called into work at the last minute so It’s just me. My mom was apart of the original Woodsboro murders. She was killed in our house alone, while my grandma took me to my doctors appointment I was only four when she died. She had me her freshman year after a ‘drunken mistake’ (as my grandma calls it) at her first high school party. She didn’t really know how to raise a child so my grandma did most of it for her, but I don’t love her any less. My grandma tells me lots of stories about her, and how she tried her best for me. I never knew my dad, so I would try to get my grandma to talk about him. But she wouldn’t let up, so after a while I gave up.  

I made it to the cemetery, and found her grave. I sat and talked to her for a little, and cleaned up her grave as well. In the middle of my sentence I pause, as I hear someone walking toward me. I look back and it’s Sidney, I stand up quick and face her. We stand in silence for a while, just staring at each other. “You look just like her.” She says breaking the silence “Yeah I get that a lot.” I reply. I sit in the spot that I was in before, and she walks over and sits next to me. I met Sidney a couple time as a kid, her and my mom were friends all through high school until you know what. I didn’t see her much after my grandma moved us out of Woodsboro, she also moved as well, so it’s been a couple years. 

“I just wish I got more time with her.” I whisper, my voice breaks, and I break down in Sid’s arms. “I know, it’s going to be okay.” She replies holding me tightly in her arms. Sid and I stay at the cemetery and just talk. Everything is going well with our conversation until I bring up my dad. “Hey Sid, do you know who my dad is? My grandma has never told me, and my mom doesn’t seem to have any pictures or anything of him or with him.” I ask, maybe this was the only way I could finally know about my dad, so I was going to try. “I don’t think that’s my place to tell you, but I will say they kept him away from you for a reason sweetheart.” she replies. After she answers she quickly changes the subject to something else. we talk for about another 15 minutes then go our separate ways. The whole drive home I can’t stop thinking about what Sid said about my dad. 

I make it back to the house and walk up to the front door. “Hey y/n, wait.” I hear from across the street I look back to see Charlie getting out of his car, and start to jog towards me. “What do you want now, Charlie?” I ask, not in the mood for his shit at the moment. “I didn’t know she was your mom y/n I’m so sorry for today, Kirby told me after I told her what you said during our last class.” He says, and for once I actually believed him and wasn’t annoyed to be around him. “It’s fine Charlie, but how didn’t you know, we have the same last name? and don’t you know everything about these murders?” I ask “I mean yeah most of it, doesn’t everyone?” He asks “Nope, not me, my grandma kept me away from this town and my mom’s murder for as long as she could.” I reply “But, you could help me with learning about it. you wanna come in?” I ask. if Charlie was going to pity me for the rest of the week why not use it to my advantage. 

“Okay so you’re grandma has never mentioned anything that can give you hints about your dad?” Charlie asks, trying to help me find out what happened to my mom and dad. “Nope she did everything in her will power to keep me away from knowing the truth, but I’m sick of her hiding things from me.” I reply “Do you guys have anything that could hold lot’s of old storage? You know an attic, a little room in the basement, a separate bedroom that no one uses, anything like that?” he asks “Yeah why?” I ask furrowing my eyebrows in confusion. “So we can see if she has any picture or anything that can give us some hints, duh idiot.” he replies “Oh fuck off, but yeah we have an attic.” I say “Have you ever been up there?” he asks “No, I didn’t know about it until recently, and I got to scared to go up there.” I reply “scaredy cat” he coughs out “Anyway, what the hell are we waiting for let’s do this fucker you want my help or not.”

We grab some flashlights from the closet and make our way up the ladder to the attic. “Well it isn’t as dusty and scary as I thought.” I saw shining my flash light around. There is a lot up here, but Charlie and I start to dig our way through. About an hour later Charlie finds a box with my mom’s name on it. We take it and go back to my room. 

I am too nervous to open it, so I make Charlie do it for me. He starts to look through the box, most of it is picture of my mom with grandma, my mom and I, and her with her friends from school. Charlie keeps digging and finds a diary with my mom’s initials written on it. He flips through the diary, and abruptly stops, a large gasp escapes him, and he quickly closes the book. “Charlie what’s wrong?” I ask, he looks at me with sympathy in his eyes. “I don’t think you should be doing this y/n.” He says, he is frozen still. I snatch the book away and start to flip through the pages. I see his name ‘Stu Macher’ I froze, the book falls out of my hand. I don’t know what to do I don’t know what to think. My body goes weak all I can do is fall to the ground and cry. Charlie runs over to me and hugs me tightly. Whispering you’re okay, and it’s going to be okay, over and over again.

After a while of me crying in his arms. Charlie and I are sitting on my bed in silence. “It’s getting pretty late maybe you should go.” I say, my voice horse from all the crying “I’m not going anywhere, I’m staying at least until your grandma get’s home.” he says, moving my face so I can look at him. “Thanks for staying with me Charlie.” I say hugging him once again. Charlie stayed with me that whole night, even when I confronted my grandma about not telling me who my dad was. 

Out of all the people I could’ve had there with me tonight, I never thought I would want it to be Charlie, but her I am cuddled up with him in sweet soothing silence.

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[mxlti-fand0m-imaginess]

He’s Mine // Charlie Walker

request: “can we get a charlie walker x gn!obsessive!reader”

“can we get a charlie walker x obsessive!gn!reader - where reader is just as obsessive over charlie as he is with kirby, but he’s unaware of it before it’s ‘too late’.”

prompt: none

summary: you’re in love with charlie walker. or maybe obsessed would be a better word. you’ve dealt with your obsession silently until kirby makes a move on him, and you finally decide to do something about it.

warnings: gore, murder, somewhat graphic description of murder, language, holding a knife to a throat, kinda forced kiss, not proofread

word count: 1.6 k

a/n: ok so not entirely movie accurate cause sidney never shows up at kirby’s house, but other than that i tried to keep it pretty close

You sat next to Kirby on her couch, trying to keep your attention on the movie. It was one of the Stab movies, but you just couldn’t remember which one. After the third one, they all blended together. Maybe you’d be able to figure it out if you could manage to pay attention to the screen, but all your attention was focused on what was happening next to you.

Kirby and Charlie were shamelessly flirting with each other, and it made your blood boil. How could Kirby do something like that to you?! She knew you were in love with Charlie, and she just decided to flirt with him anyways?!

Well, you assumed she knew. You never actually told her, or your other friends, but you thought your feelings for Charlie had been pretty obvious. I mean you stared at him almost all day during school, and even more so when he was talking to your friends. He had never paid you much attention, acting like you weren’t even there sometimes. It did hurt your feelings a bit, but him not noticing you made watching him a whole lot easier.

“Why don’t you make a move?” Charlie asked Kirby.

“I just did.”

You glanced over at them, and saw they were about to kiss. You couldn’t let that happen. You were letting things go too far, and you weren’t just going to sit there and let Kirby take Charlie away from you. You had been dreading this. It was a backup plan, a last ditch effort if things weren’t going your way. But as long as Kirby was around, it seemed like you could never have Charlie. Plus, with a killer on the loose, you had a perfect scapegoat. What’s one more body in a bloodbath anyways?

You poked Kirby on the arm, and she groaned as she turned over to look at you.

“Have you seen Jill? She’s been gone for a long time. I’m starting to get worried,” you said, pretending to look concerned.

“She’s probably upstairs hiding from Trevor. I’m sure she’s fine.”

“I don’t know. I have a bad feeling about this. Let’s go look for her. Come on, it’ll only take a minute.”

Before Kirby could answer, you stood up from the couch and practically yanked her up with you. Gripping her arm you led her out of the living room.

“I’ll be right back,” she said to Charlie, frustration evident in her voice.

Charlie said something in response, but you were too far away to make it out. You headed towards Kirby’s bedroom and pulled her inside. You turned around and subtly locked the door, brushing it off as attempting to look for your backpack. You spotted it on Kirby’s dresser, walking over to it and pulling out your knife. You hid it behind your back and walked closer to Kirby.

“Well, she’s clearly not in here. Why don’t you just call her or something? She probably found her phone by now,” Kirby said.

“Oh, I’m sure she has,” you replied, walking closer to Kirby.

Every step you took to get closer to her caused her to take one back, until she walked into her bed and fell onto it.

“Uhm, y/n? What are you doing?”

You pulled your knife out from behind your back, and placed the tip against Kirby’s throat.

“I really wished that I wouldn’t have to do this, but I’m afraid you’ve left me no choice Kirby.”

Kirby’s eyes widened and she tried to back up, only to back into the wall, leaving herself cornered.

“This can’t be happening. You’re the killer? You’re Ghostface?”

You simply smiled at her, which made her even more uneasy.

“No, I’m not actually. I have no clue who the killer is. But you’re getting in my way. And how convenient for me that at the exact time I have to get rid of you, there’s a killer on the loose? It’s almost too perfect. No one’s even gonna look at me. Once they catch the killer, you’ll just be one of their victims.”

“What do you mean I’m getting in your way? Let’s just talk about this, ok? You don’t have to get rid of me, just tell me what you want.”

“Poor little Kirby. You think that’s actually gonna work on me. You’re getting too close to Charlie, and he’s starting to become attached to you. Even if you did stop talking to him, as long as you’re alive he’ll still want you. But if you were to simply be removed from the picture, you’re no longer standing in my way.”

“Y/n, please,” Kirby begged you.

“Charlie is mine,” you said, slashing your knife against Kirby’s throat.

Her blood sprayed against you, and you smiled. Finally, she was out of the way. You plunged your knife into her heart and twisted it, just to make sure she was really dead. By now, you were almost as bloody as she was, and it felt exhilarating. You wiped your knife on Kirby’s bed to clean it off, and hid it in your jacket. Now it was time to put on a show.

You opened Kirby’s door, and as soon as you stepped out you screamed. You ran down the stairs and Charlie was running towards you. You pretended you were terrified and ran into his arms.

“The killer is here. Kirby- she’s,” you faked a sob in between your words, “she’s dead!”

“It’s okay, we’ll get you out of here,” Charlie said, leading you over to the front door.

He pulled it open and Robbie was walking up the steps, covered in blood.

“Run,” he breathed out before falling.

You screamed and tried to shut the door when Ghostface pushed it back open and got inside. You tried to get away, but Charlie wasn’t moving. You watched as he walked over to Ghostface, and instead of trying to fight them or get away, he started yelling at them instead.

“What the fuck, Jill?! You said I could kill Kirby! That’s what we agreed on! You know I wanted to be the one to kill her, why would you do that?” he shouted.

Ghostface took off their mask, and much to your surprise it was Jill. She looked equally as pissed off as Charlie did.

“Uhm, what are you talking about? I didn’t kill her! You said you wanted to, I wouldn’t take that from you babe,” she replied, surprisingly calm.

You knew you should’ve probably been upset at the fact that one of your best friends was a serial killer, but what bothered you more was that Jill called Charlie “babe”. That alone made your blood boil. Not only did Kirby try to flirt with him, but Jill had the audacity to date him and flaunt it right in front of you. She wasn’t going to get away with this. She wasn’t going to get in your way.

“Ok, well if you didn’t kill her, then who did?” Charlie asked, still visibly angry.

You smiled and pulled your knife out of your jacket.

“I did,” you said.

They both looked over at you, very clearly shocked. You just walked closer to them, toying with the knife in your hands.

“You? Why would you want to kill Kirby?” Jill asked.

“Because she was getting in my way. And now, so are you,” you said, walking closer to Jill.

“What are you talking about?”

You didn’t even bother answering her, and instead you stabbed her in the neck. You twisted the knife before pulling it out, and smiling as Jill fell to the floor.

“What the fuck y/n?” Charlie shouted.

“I already told you, they were getting in my way. But there isn’t anyone coming between us anymore.”

You walked towards Charlie, and he tried to back up, only to walk into the wall behind him.

“What are you talking about?”

“You’re mine, Charlie. Nothing is going to change that. And now that Kirby and Jill are gone, there’s no more competition. Not that there was any real competition in the first place. You were always mine, it didn’t matter if they thought they had a chance.”

You walked closer to Charlie, holding your knife against his neck.

“You love me Charlie, don’t you?” you asked him.

Charlie’s eyes widened. He barely even knew you. How could he love you? But considering you were holding a knife to his throat, if he didn’t say what you wanted to hear, it probably wasn’t going to end well for him.

“Yeah, yeah of course I do.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, and pressed the knife against him even harder.

“Then why haven’t you done anything about it? I seem to be doing all the work here. Meanwhile, you were flirting with Kirby and dating Jill. That doesn’t seem very fair, does it?”

Charlie gulped and tried not to think about the knife that was getting dangerously close to killing him.

“I was just too scared. I- I thought you were too good for me. I didn’t think you’d ever feel the same, and I didn’t want to waste my whole life being in love with someone who didn’t love me back. I was just using Jill and Kirby to try and get over you, I never cared about them. And it didn’t work anyways, I could never stop loving you.”

“Aww, Charlie, that's so sweet! Now, is there anyone else in this house who isn’t dead?”

“Uhm, Trevor’s tied up in the closet. That’s it.”

You smiled at Charlie, and leaned in to kiss him. He froze at first, not sure of what to do, before he started to kiss you back. Once you broke away for air you backed up and removed the knife from Charlie’s throat.

“Go kill Trevor, and once you’re done come back here. We have a lot of staging to do.”

[bipstargirl]

❝Jill's love language❞

feel free to request any headcanon here 🠒 headcanons list

★ compliments boosting confidence: Jill thrives on compliments and positive affirmations from you. Whether it's praising her intelligence, creativity, or sense of humor, hearing kind words bolsters her confidence and makes her feel appreciated;

★ verbal reassurance: in moments of doubt or vulnerability, Jill appreciates verbal reassurance from her partner. Hearing "I love you," and "I'm here for you," reminds her that she's not alone in facing life's challenges;

★ meaningful conversations: Jill cherishes deep and meaningful conversations with her partner. Engaging in heartfelt discussions about their thoughts, feelings, and dreams allows her to connect on a more profound level;

★ thrill-seekers together: both of you share a love for adrenaline-pumping activities. Whether it's going on adventurous outings, exploring haunted places, or attending horror movie marathons, you bond over the excitement and thrill of these experiences;

★ supportive date nights: Jill plans special date nights to show her love and appreciation for you. Whether it's a surprise dinner at your favorite restaurant or a relaxing evening at home, she ensures that these moments are filled with warmth and care;

★ meaningful symbols: Jill values gifts that symbolize your relationship's milestones and shared memories. Whether it's a piece of jewelry with a special meaning or a scrapbook of your adventures together, these gifts hold a place of significance in her heart;

★ celebrating you: Jill makes sure to celebrate your accomplishments and special occasions with thoughtful presents. Whether it's your birthday, an anniversary, or a personal achievement, she expresses her love and pride through thoughtful gifts.

[p1nkprincess444]

ᴇᴜʀᴏɴʏᴍᴏᴜs ʙᴏʏғʀɪᴇɴᴅ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴs

ꔫ Euronymous who makes you help him dye his hair black in the bathroom of your tiny apartment. His hair wasn’t blonde like when he was a child but it wasn’t a deep shade of black like when he dyes it. He would sit in a kitchen chair as you touched up his lighter roots that were peaking through. His excuse for making you do it was you were simply “better at it than he was”.

ꔫ Euronymous who teaches you how to play guitar while you sit in his lap. His hands would ghost over yours as he would teach you each note slowly while mumbling the lyrics against your neck. 

ꔫ Euronymous who makes you do his corpse paint because somehow he always messes it up when he does it himself. Everytime he tries to do it on his own he comes to you with smudged black paint on his face and annoyed look on his face as he held the face paint.

ꔫ Euronymous who lets you play with his hair while he sits with his head between your thighs while you both watch a movie. He’d never admit it but he loves the way your nails scratch against his scalp as you braid and massage his head.

ꔫ Euronymous who won’t acknowledge any girl who isn’t you after their concerts. The girls try to flirt with him and give out their numbers but he’d simply shove them to the side staring at them with disgust and annoyance till he sees you.

ꔫ Euronymous who melts when he sees you wearing his clothes around the house. He loves the way the fabric clings to your body so he can’t help but stare when you’re wearing only his shirt and your panties.

ꔫ Euronymous who feels possessive of you even when you first start seeing one another. He wasn’t one for dates so when you were sat at a diner together and the waiter was so obviously flirting he didn’t even wait to get you in the car before kissing you and telling you that you were his. 

ꔫ Euronymous who puts together songs just for you. He'd never share them with you or anyone else until you found the small notebook that had all the lyrics wrote down. He was defensive and aggravated at first until he realized how much it all meant to you. 

ꔫ Euronymous who holds you closer to him at night when he’s up late thinking. He’d never tell you he did this but when his face is resting against your chest and he could hear your soft heart beat it felt like he didn’t have any problems. 

ꔫ Euronymous who can’t stand being to far from you. He’s not constantly clinging to you but when you aren’t in his eyesight his heart begins to beat faster than before. When he’s on stage his eyes immediately scan the crowd like he’s a small child trying to find his parents. When he finally spots you his eyes flash with relief.

ꔫ Euronymous who loves the way you dress up like an innocent church girl when you go to see his family. He loves the way you look in your cute little dress as you talk with his mom. 

ꔫ Euronymous who gets shitfaced and starts talking about marrying you and having kids. When he’s sober he absolutely detests the idea, but as soon as he’s even a little buzzed he’s practically begging you to let him get you pregnant. Talking about how pretty you’d be with your swollen belly or that golden ring wrapped around your finger.

[drcydrift]

𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘺 𝘯𝘴𝘧𝘸 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘴

pairing || ethan landry x fem!reader

warnings || porn links, ethan geting a blowjob, pussy eating, breeding, fingering, praise kink, anal (that should be it)

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT — 18+ ONLY

ethan making you suck his dick

† — "That's it sweet girl, keep sucking my dick like the good girl you are," Ethan said while pushing your head down making you choke on him. "I'm cumming, i'm cumming! Don't stop!" he said, releasing his cum into your mouth. "You did so good for me baby, my good girl,"

riding ethan

† — Bouncing up and down on his length you started to feel a tingling feeling in your tummy, clenching down on his dick indicating that you were close. "Mmh, your doing so good for me, riding my dick. Oh you wanna cum? Well you have been good for me so go ahead, cum,"

ethan fingering you

† — Ethan pressed two of his digits into your sopping wet hole making a squelching noise. "Your so wet for me sweet thing," He said pumping his fingers in and out of you quicker than before determined to make you cum on his fingers.

ethan + praise

† — "Your so perfect sweet girl, all mine," He said, slowly inserting his tip into your pussy, lifting your leg up, allowing his dick to go deeper in you. "Oh, your pussy is so tight, isn't she?" You let out a low hum, too overwhelmed by the pleasure to talk.

ethan eating you out

† — Ethan kissing your inner thighs, you let out a small moan making Ethan moan into your heat while gently carressing your outer labia. "Does that feel good sweet thing?" You nod your head quickly in response "Yeah, yeah it does,"

ethan fucking your ass

† — "Your ass feels so good, so tight and wet just for me," Ethan said while sliding the rest of his length into your asshole. Moving his hips forward at a steady peace while letting out deep grunts and moans from the tightness of your ass.

ethan + breeding

† — "You want my babies? Oh you dirty girl, well if that's what you want then I promise i'm gonna get you so pregnant, tits and belly all swollen, full of my seed," He said, his cum filling your womb with his babies.

milking ethan with your thighs

† — You squeeze your thighs around his length, only making him get closer to his orgasm."Your making me feel so good baby, i'm gonna cum soon if you keep squeezing me with those thighs of yours,"

all rights belong to © drcydrift — do not repost my work on instagram, wattpad, ao3 ect.

[youkaigakkou-tl]

KARMA KARMA COVER REVEALED

AAAAAAA THIS IS THE COOLEST COVER EVER AAAAAAAA

anyway ahem. releases on January 27, 2025, same day as yohaji vol 18 😊

[tht0nesimp]

Reboot

yan!obsessive!charlie walker x reader

summary: in which Charlie betrays Jill, and you become a little piece in the big puzzle.

tw: implied kidnapping, pretty dark, manipulation, abuse of power, mentions/details of murder, Jill is dead, Sidney is dead

not super long sorry!

The duct tape hurt, although the impending doom from outside the closet you were shoved in blinded most other sensations. They were all dead, part of you almost envied Olivia for getting to skip all of this horrific terror from the wonder of who’s next. None of it even mattered, your final thoughts whether they were about Sidney or Charlie or your own parents—all of it was useless, just the bleating of the lamb of slaughter before the farmer drags it along, its fate undeniable and absolute.

Glass shatters, and you hear Jill shriek from outside the closet, a loud thunk comes against the closet door before the thing pressing on the door scrambles away. Moments pass, and you can hear the unmistakable sound of knife on flesh.

Light floods the closet and before anything else, you’re being dragged by your legs and placed on the couch by familiar arms “Hello, look at me? Come on, focus” a hand snaps and waves, the tears welling in your eyes evaporating as you try to comprehend your surroundings, you see Charlie’s eyes bore into your own.

He rubs his hand on your hair, the strange movement meant to be soothing only resulting in you pulling away, Charlie frowns and fake pouts a bit “Aren’t we lucky! I’m the sole survivor! But you, oh boy, your my real reward” he backs up, pacing and motioning in his typical fanboy fashion. “See my plan here is—while a bit tricky—if I do this right, no one will really care your gone!” He winces a little “Not like that but rather, I’ll be the star and everybody will care so much about the sole survivor, that in the midst of all the victims who will care they can’t find one body?”

In all honesty, you probably should have seen this coming. The horror obsessed boy was always ranting on about how stupid most movie killers were and how he could have done better than them! If he were the one chasing that girl he would’ve won! He could have made the group split up- and yet the long one sided conversations never clicked as a warning but rather a telling of how naive and adorable he had been since he started his hobby. Even as you both got to the age where you started drinking at parties or driving around town, he always seemed to keep that boyish anxiety around him.

Even in your panicked state, you can picture the menagerie of horror movies lining bookshelves in his room, each one he’d sat down and watched with you at least once. An attempt to make you as big of a fan as he was, face always being adorned with a giddy smile when you’d laugh or scream at one of the movies playing on his TV.

he sits on the couch across from you, fingers running through his hair “I’m beat, all these teens, and my damned parents! Had to kill em so I’d have the house to myself, plan on keeping you in the basement till it all blows over, y’know? Then I’ll graduate early due to sympathy, use my fame to essentially free ride college and manage to buy some pretty little estate so we can just live our dreams on a couple dozen acres” he smiles dreamily, head so far in the clouds even if you could respond your sure it wouldn’t matter.

“But that might have to wait a bit till you get used to this all, you’ve been so good so far I really can’t see you causing much trouble!” He gets up and moves over to you, sitting next to you and nuzzling up to you “Your just perfect, and I really mean it when I say I love you!”

after a few minutes he gets up and you watch him cut himself and even break a bottle over his head. “Alright babe, I have slightly bad news, you’ve gotta get a bit of sleep for while, I’m gonna put you somewhere they’ll never find you so don’t worry!” He smiles and prances around the kitchen, gathering a cloth and a small vial of liquid “I’m gonna put this over your mouth, just take a deep breath” he gently presses it onto your lower face, waiting for your oxygen to run out, your eventual failure to resist leading to attempts to take in heaps of air, only to met with the repulsively sweet taste of whatever he’s covered it in.

He leans you down on the couch, watching the fight leave your eyes. “When you wake up, everything will be better, I promise”

and for once his voice made less of butterflies in your stomach—and more of spiders.

[kindheartedgummybears]

How it feels when you have a point B and C but no point A when writing a fic:

I HAVE A MIDPOINT, AND I HAVE AN ENDING FOR ALL OF THE FICS I'M TRYING TO WRITE RN... BUT HOW THE FUCK DO I START IT!?!?😭😭😭

[k0k0ml]

OMG??

[violetngrey]

𝐬𝐜𝗿𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝗿𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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# :: 𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬

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𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 / 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 2

─•~. ᯽❉~•─

[slasher-key]

Let’s Not Be Alone Tonight

Pairing: Charlie Walker x Fem Reader

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, speaks of marijuana use,  a few curse words (probably more than a few)

You are invited to a party by Kirby. you just went through a bad breakup, and just want to forget everything. But you run into the cute movie nerd who sweeps you off your feet.... Well helps you sober up.

Hope you enjoy!!!

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The music is fucking blasting, my head is fucking pounding, and I can’t even complain because I’m drunk, I’m high, I’m fucked up and this exactly what I wanted when I came to this fucking party. The only fucked up part about the party is I can’t find any of my fucking friends. I’ve been walking around for at least 20 minutes looking for these bitches and can’t find one. 

I stumble my way upstairs to look for Kirby in her room, thinking she might be in there. I knock on the door and yell her name to address my presence, which was fucking useless because of the loud ass music. I open the door and stumble in. I hear the water in her connected bathroom running. Maybe she had to use the bathroom?

I throw myself on the bed and wait for her to come out, only for it to not to be her. It was Charlie Walker. See I knew of Charlie, but he never talked to me much. It was mostly HI's and goodbye’s when it came to us.

“Hey y/n, what are you doing in here?” He asks with is head down. “I could ask you the same thing?” I reply slurring my words. “Well since their was a couple in the hallway bathroom you know doing their thing, I asked Kirby if there was another bathroom and she brought me here. Your turn.” He says, waiting for me to start talking. I sit up and explain my little situation “Well since you need to know so badly, I was looking for Kirby, and I thought she was in here. But NOPE just you.” I reply. flopping back on the bed. Which made the pounding in my head even worse.

The room becomes really silent after a while, Charlie just standing by the bathroom door with his head down, and me laying on the bed staring at the ceiling. “So you just going to stand there or are you going to finish your party? Cause I can feel you staring at me and you’re kind of freaking me out just standing there.” I ask sitting back up looking at the shy long haired boy in front of me. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to” He apologizes, as he begins to walk toward the door. “Charlie, I’m kidding you don’t have to leave if you don’t want to, just stop staring so much it’s creepy.” I say, laughingly at the boys reaction. “oh okay” he replies standing in the same spot he was before, except this time trying to look everywhere else but me. “Please come sit down Charlie you’re blowing my high, with your awkwardness.” I say. I get up grab his hand and he falls on the bed with me. “See isn’t that better?” I ask with a goofy smile on my face. “Yeah it is actually.” he replies. And for the first time I get a smile out of him. 

The rest of the party went by pretty quick. Charlie and I stayed in Kirby’s room the for the most part. We talked, we joked, and he made me feel better. I told him about my stupid dick of an ex boyfriend and he listened and just let me get it all out. I felt a connection with Charlie that I never felt before. Probably because we never really talked much. But he was really nice to be around.

We are still laying on the bed when we hear the door open. “Hey guys parties over, you can stay here, but not in my room.” Kirby says, slurring her words and stumbling around. Charlie and I help Kirby into bed and make our way downstairs. The living room is full of drunk party goers on the floor and the couch. “I think I’m just going to go home, you want a ride?” Charlie asks “Yes please.” I reply making my way towards the front door. Charlie chuckles and follows behind me. 

We make it to the car and I give him my address. Most of the ride to my house is in silence. Until Charlie breaks it. “Hey y/n, I just want you to know that you made my night better. I really didn’t want to be at that party tonight, but I’m glad I came and I’m glad I got to know you better.” He says. “Me too Charlie, I only went to that party to get drunk, and high so I could forget about my idiot of an ex, but I didn’t expect to have such a good time talking to you. Also thanks for the ride” I reply facing towards him. “no problem” he says.

Silence falls on us once again. I keep my eyes on him, as he keeps his on the road. He really is a  beautiful guy. His long hair, gorgeous blue eyes, and the veins that are showing on his arms and hands as he grips the steering wheel. GOOD GAWD. okay chill. “I can feel you staring y/n it’s creeping me out.” He says mocking my tone from earlier that night. “Fuck off.” I reply, blushing from being called out. I sit back in my seat and enjoy the rest of the ride.

We make it to my drive way he turns off the car, and looks over to me. I unbuckle my seatbelt and start to get out of the car. I look over to Charlie and he is still sitting there. “Aren’t you going to walk me to my door pretty boy, there could be someone waiting in the bushes to get me?” I ask with a fake pouty tone. Charlie just chuckles and gets out of the car to walk me to the door. I dig through my purse and grab my key. I look up at Charlie and he is staring at me already. “I had a great time tonight, thanks again for the ride.” I say. “Anytime.” He replies. Our faces are already close to one another, but he starts to move in making them closer. I wanted the kiss so bad, but I just got cheated on not even a week ago. I move back and open the door. “Bye Charlie.” I say closing the door behind me. As I am walking towards the living room I get this feeling in the pit of my stomach. Maybe I should’ve kissed him it’s not like I still have a boyfriend and plus that asshole cheated on me so why should I care.

I throw my keys and my purse down and run back out the door. Charlie is backing out of the drive way but sees me running towards the car. He stops the car and I run to the drivers side. I fling the door open and look into his eyes. “y/n what are you do-” he gets cut off by my lips being connected to his. We pull away after a few seconds, and he has a shocked look on his face. “What was that?” he asks confused about the whole situation. “That was a kiss Charlie.” I reply, being a smart ass. “ I know that , but why did you change your mind?” He asks “I don’t know, I guess I just realized that just because he did me wrong doesn’t mean that you will, Hopefully.” I reply. Charlie laughs and pecks my lips again. “Well thanks for giving me a chance.” He says with a huge smile.

“You wanna come in, my parents aren’t home, and I don’t want to be alone tonight?” I ask. “Hell yeah I do, I don’t want you to be alone either.” 

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Hope You enjoyed!!!! <3 <3 <3

[mxlti-fand0m-imaginess]

Kirby Reed Masterlist

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[21stcenturywitchcraft]

holy shit this is so good just exactly as how i needed it to be 😩

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."

[drcydrift]

𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘷!𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴

pairing || ethan landry x afab!reader

warnings || mentions of sex toys, ethan being a pervert (obviously), mentions of underwear, ethan having a voice kink, reader has boobs, somnophilia (i think that's it)

word count || 229

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT — 18+ ONLY

† — Perv!Ethan who would definitely steal your underwear and jack off to it later while moaning out your name not caring if anyone heard him. He would also return your underwear, cum all over it and with no shame whatsoever.

† — Perv!Ethan who would get off to your voice like you two would be on call and he would be palming himself through his sweatpants while your completely oblivious as to what's happening behind the screen.

† — Perv!Ethan who would use your pillow and plushies to get off because he says that it "smells like you" and he "likes your scent,"

† — Perv!Ethan who would purposely drop something just so he can have a chance to look up your skirt and he might even snap a picture if he gets the chance too.

† — Perv!Ethan who sneak into your room at night, slowly build a collection of photos of you sleeping until he eventually has a whole stash of them under his bed.

† — Perv!Ethan who would purposely leave out a whole box of sex toys on your bed and when you find them you get super embarrassed and he just silently laughs to himself.

† — Perv!Ethan who at the beach would purposely touch your boobs when you ask him to put sunscreen on you and when you tell him about it he just says it was an "accident,"

all rights belong to © drcydrift — do not repost my work on instagram, wattpad, ao3 ect.

[fangdokja]

Forbidden Fruits (FF) : Intimate Obsessions, Unhinged Desires.

Step into a world where love is a weapon, devotion is madness, and desire knows no boundaries. Forbidden Fruits is a collection of intensely dark and unapologetically explicit stories that plunge you into the arms of your most dangerous obsessions.

Each tale invites you to surrender to the irresistible pull of yanderes from across your favorite anime, manga, manhwa, and games. They’ll devour you whole—body, mind, and soul—with a love that is as passionate as it is possessive. From bloodstained confessions to twisted vows whispered in the dark, this anthology explores every forbidden craving, every unspoken taboo, and every edge of desire.

There’s no escape. They’ll have you, ruin you, and cherish every shattered piece of you. Because in their world, you are theirs—and they will destroy anyone, even you, to keep it that way.

Forbidden Fruits is a feast for the bold, where no sin is too dark, no boundary is sacred, and the sweetest pleasures are found in the shadows.

Trigger Warnings (Dead Dove): Contains extremely dark themes, explicit non-consensual content, and depictions of taboo scenarios. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

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Table of Contents

♡ For Reader-Inserts. I only write Male Yandere x Female (Fem.) Reader (heterosexual couple). No LGBTQ+:

♡ ⭐. Author's Personal Favorites. ♡ 🔞. NSFW / extremely explicit themes (non-con, sexual torture, dangerous edge play, degradation, humiliation, BDSM, etc.)

♡ Schedule. The following stories are released or scheduled for release:

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General Stories

Yandere! Family & Daughter

♡ Characters Included. Yandere! Grandfather, Father, Older Brother, Twin Brother

Novella 1 : Daddy Issues

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Yandere! Fan/s & Playgirl

Novella 1 : Savage Love

🔞Savage Love 1

🔞Savage Love 2

Savage Love 3

Savage Love 4

Savage Love 5

Yandere! Older Brother & Little Sister

Novelette 1 : Sins of the Silent Heart

You’re his sister, but to him, you’re everything he’ll never let go of.

🔞He says it’s love, but the scars on your skin tell a different story.

Yandere! Serial Killer/s & Little Detective (?)

Novella 1 : Hybristophilia

⭐"The first time I touched death, I vowed it wouldn’t be the last."

🔞Hybristophilia 2

🔞Hybristophilia 3

🔞Hybristophilia 4

🔞Hybristophilia 5

Hybristophilia 6

Yandere! Stepfather & Stepdaughter

Novella 1 : Paternal Privilege

He’s your family, but he doesn’t act like it.

🔞Pleasure in every strike, pain in every kiss.

🔞In the end, love is both their salvation and their damnation.

🔞His love is suffocating, but she’s forgotten how to breathe without it.

🔞Love shouldn’t feel like drowning, but he’s the only one who can save her.

She fell, but not by accident. He made sure of it.

Consent is a game he lets you think you’re winning.

Yandere! Valentines Special

Novella 1 : Red Roses, Black Hearts

⭐This Valentine’s, your heart might be the last thing you give away.

Yandere! Zombie Apocalypse AU

Novella 1 : “If I Can’t Have You, No One Can.”

Zombie Apocalypse 1

Zombie Apocalypse 2

Zombie Apocalypse 3

Zombie Apocalypse 4

Zombie Apocalypse 5

Zombie Apocalypse 6

Specific Stories

Multiverse / Crossovers

Headcanons

Oneshots

WuWa! Scar, HXH! Hisoka!, BL! Shido

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Mixed Character Stories

Headcanons

Deon Hardt, Villain! Deku

Novella 1 : Dominate Me, Daddy. (Brat Tamer)

🔞Will you scream? Or will you beg? (Bakugo Katsuki, Yoichi Isagi, Ryōmen Sukuna, Rex Lapis, Sunday)

Novelette 1 : Rivals (Enemies to ...?)

Alhaitham, Dr. Ratio, Mortefi, Viktor

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Note: Before the NSFW Jealousy Headcanons Scenarios and other noncon NSFW, there will be 2 Headcanons Series (General + Jealousy) for every set of characters.

Blue Lock

Headcanons 1 : A Slave To His Will (General)

With him, there’s no ‘no’. Only ‘yes, sir’. (Itoshi Rin, Itoshi Sae, Michael Kaiser, Isagi Yoichi)

Headcanons 2 : (Jealousy)

(Itoshi Rin, Itoshi Sae, Michael Kaiser, Isagi Yoichi)

Boku no Hero Academia

Headcanons 1 : Ruined, Owned, Loved. (General)

You’re the light he vowed to keep, even if he has to snuff it out first. (Katsuki, Shouto, Villain! Deku, Dabi)

(Endeavor, All Might, Eraserhead, ...?)

Genshin Impact

Headcanons 2 : Heart's Chains (Jealousy)

The cage he’s built for you is so beautiful, you almost forget it’s there. (Alhaitham, Diluc, Zhongli, Dainsleif)

"You’ll love me," he whispered. "Even if it kills you." (Ayato, Childe, Scaramouche, Kaeya)

His affection is a slow poison—sweet, deadly, and inevitable. (Baizhu, Itto, Kazuha, Lyney)

He’ll pay any price for your love—what’s your worth? (Pantalone, Heizou, Venti, Xiao)

[Meme] "The Genshin Yandere You Picked Could Have a Lot to Say About Your… Interests" (Alhaitham, Diluc, Zhongli, Dainsleif, Ayato, Childe, Scaramouche, Kaeya, Baizhu, Itto, Kazuha, Lyney, Pantalone, Heizou, Venti, Xiao)

Headcanons 3 : Heart's Sins (SNAPPED! Jealous NSFW)

[Prelude] "You didn’t just break my heart; you shattered it. And now I’ll make you pay for it." (Alhaitham, Diluc, Zhongli, Dainsleif, Ayato, Childe, Scaramouche, Kaeya, Baizhu, Itto, Kazuha, Lyney, Pantalone, Heizou, Venti, Xiao)

Haikyuu!!

Headcanons 1 : General

(Atsumu Miya, Oikawa Tooru, Tetsurou Kuroo, Wakatoshi Ushijima)

Honkai Star Rail

Headcanons 1 : The Game of Surrender (General)

He doesn’t need your trust—he just needs your surrender. (Boothill, Blade, Sunday, Aventurine)

They’re not heroes. They’re your tormentors, and you’ll love every second of it. (Mr. Reca, Mydei, Anaxa, Phainon)

(Dr. Ratio, Caelus, Nanook, ...?)

Headcanons 2 : Falling Into Darkness (Jealousy)

He doesn’t love like anyone else—he loves you like you’re the last thing that matters. (Boothill, Blade, Sunday, Aventurine)

🔞Every glance you give someone is a dagger in his heart, and he's ready to make you bleed. (Mr. Reca, Mydei, Anaxa, Phainon)

Jujutsu Kaisen

Headcanons 1 : The Ruin of You (General)

He made the word “forever” sound like a death sentence. (Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Ryōmen Sukuna, Naoya Zen’in)

[Meme] 🔞You like them crazy because deep down, you are too. (Gojo, Sukuna, Geto, Naoya, Megumi, Yuji, Inumaki, Kenjaku, Shiu Kong)

Headcanons 4 : Eclipse Paradiso (Otome Isekai)

In a world where love is a curse, who will you trust to keep you alive? (Gojo, Sukuna, Geto, Naoya, Megumi, Yuji, Inumaki, Kenjaku, Shiu Kong)

Novella 1 : Two Birds Forever Young (Sukuna)

Two Birds Forever Young 1

Two Birds Forever Young 2

Two Birds Forever Young 3

Two Birds Forever Young 4

Mobile Legends: Bang Bang

Headcanons 1 : When Love Kills (General)

⭐️Fleeing is futile. The hunt has only just begun. (Granger, Gusion, Aamon, Xavier)

Headcanons 2 : (Jealousy)

(Granger, Gusion, Aamon, Xavier)

Wuthering Waves

Headcanons 1 : Unholy Possession (General)

⭐️He’ll destroy you—because that’s how much he loves you. (Scar, Geshu Lin, Jiyan, Xiangli Yao)

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♡ For Reader-Inserts. I only write Male Yandere x Female (Fem.) Reader (heterosexual couple). No LGBTQ+:

♡ Book 1. A Heart Devoured (AHD): A Dark Yandere Anthology

♡ Book 2 [you are here]. Forbidden Fruits (FF): Intimate Obsessions, Unhinged Desires.

♡ Book 3. World Ablaze (WA) : For You, I'd Burn the World.

♡ Book 4. Whispers in the Dark (WITD): Subtle Devotion, Lingering Shadows.

♡ Book 5. Ink & Insight (I&I): From Dead Dove to Daydreams.

♡ Library MASTERPOST 1. The Librarian’s Ledger: A Map to The Library of Forbidden Texts.

♡ Notice #1. Not all stories are included in the masterpost due to Tumblr’s link limitations. However, most long-form stories can be found here. If you're searching for a specific yandere or theme, this guide will help you navigate The Library of Forbidden Texts. Proceed with caution

♡ Book 6. The Red Ledger (TRL): Stained in Lust, Written in Blood.

♡ Notice #2. This masterlist is strictly for non-con smut and serves as an exercise in refining erotic horror writing. Comments that reduce my work to mere sexual gratification, thirst, or casual simping will not be tolerated. If your response is primarily thirst-driven, keep it to yourself—repeated violations may result in blocking. Read the RULES before engaging. The tag list is reserved for followers I trust to respect my boundaries; being included is a privilege, not a right. You may request to be added, but I will decide based on trust and adherence to my guidelines. I also reserve the right to remove anyone at any time if their engagement becomes inappropriate.

♡ Book 7. Corpus Delicti (CD): Donum Mortis.

♡ Book 8. Malum Consilium (MC): Primordial Hunger.