#charlie Walker x male reader

[kunazz]

slashers who are ready to be at your service whenever you ask them. Who cares if they’re outside? Fuck them in the bathroom or bend them over the hood of your car once you guys are in a somewhat secluded area. Make the sex rough and quick, like you just wanna get it over with, make them feel as though they’re nothing to you, just a perfect hole for a perfect guy. They absolutely love that shit.

Bite their necks and tell them how dirty they are, how others would react if they saw the two of you at that moment, your cock buried deep inside their ass, filling them up until it was almost unbearable.

Humiliate them.

[devilsjacket]

Characters: Rafe Cameron, JJ Maybank, Ethan Landry, Charlie Walker

Them giving you a blowjob for the first time, it’s sloppy and uncomfortable at first but when they get the hang of it they really get into it. They’re trying their best to be good for you, taking you down their throat choking almost every time, moaning at the way you grip their hair creating a burning sensation to spread throughout their scalp like wildfire.

They love the way you talk them through it, praising them when they do well and lightly slapping their cheek when they use too much teeth, it was all a rollercoaster of sensations that caused them to yearn for more; tears would form in their eyes due to all the gagging, their face would redden at the mess they had made but you told them their was nothing to be embarrassed about.

“Don’t worry baby you did so well, felt so good”

They’d always ask to give you a blowjob after a while had passed from the first time, missing the taste of you on their tongue, craving it and feeling euphoric when they finally got what they ached for.

made by @devilsjacket

Thank you so much for all the support y’all have been giving me it really helps keep me motivated!! I promise all asks will be written and finished soon I just need some time to plan them out! Love you guys and thank you for reading <3

[supercap2319]

"Percy, wait. It's not what you think." Y/N tried to explain himself when there was clearly no way of defending himself. He could try to explain the situation in a thousand different ways, and Percy would still look at him the way he was looking at him. The giggles and impish smile of a young boy who just uncovered a little hidden secret about his big brother.

"I saw you kissing Luke. K-I-S-S-I-N-G." Percy shrieks with laughter as he runs out of the cabin and down towards the others, telling everyone at camp half-blood what Y/N did.

[blueberrypancakesworld]

Perv!Charlie Walker headcanons

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warning : perverted behavior, yandere thoughts, stalking, obsession, nothing graphical, mention of nudeness, clueless reader, obsessed love

second part , third part, fourth part

masterlist

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°It all started when you switched to his history class. When you came in and chose a seat diagonally opposite to him. You hadn't noticed his presence when you entered. But his gaze fixed on you the whole class. You were perfect. More perfect than Kirby could ever have been.

°My beautiful victim he thought as he walked past her, trying to catch a glimpse of her scent. You smelled so sweet and innocent. He would make her his Sydney. Keep her forever.

°A few weeks passed and his obsession with her grew from day to day. Every day he tried to talk to you as often as he could. No matter if it was the little talks during the break. Trivial or not, it was all the same. Your affection was enough for him. He just needed to have you with him. Just for him.

°He could hardly believe his luck when one day you asked him if you could come to the film club.

°Of course he immediately agreed and couldn't hide the blush on his cheeks when you pulled him into a thankful hug. You are so soft and warm...she's everything he thought as his arms wrapped around your body. It was only a moment but it meant so much more to him.

°The weeks went by and besides the activities at the club he helped her with her homework almost every day. Acting a little foolish with his own, knowing that you would help him. That you would pull him into the library and the two of you would sit together at the table next to each other. Yet you didn't see the look in his blue eyes. But he saw her and his heart beat with happiness every time you pulled him here by the wrist. She likes me he thought delightedly and continued to watch you.

°Soon he would find a way to get to know you even better. To see you whenever he wanted. To record you in his camera. Just for himself.

°It was the last lunch break before the weekend when he approached her. A smile played around his lips as she waved at him. A simple plan but it would do. ,,Hey, I was wondering if you would like to work together on the history presentation?" he asked and immediately saw her nod. ,,Of course I would love to, how about tomorrow afternoon, my parents are at work so we can relax" she suggested and there was joy in her eyes as she almost proudly told him about the free house. ,,Cool, see you tomorrow," he said, knowing that you would already have him in your house forever.

°As soon as he was in your house the next day his heart beat faster with joy. It was your house, your home, just you and him. He looked at your shape as you walked up the stairs in front of him and showed him your room. ,,You have good taste," he commented and smiled. You couldn't have been more perfect. Several horror movie posters and fantasy books were on the wall. Some he had read and watched himself. She's perfect for me he thought, letting his fingers roam over some of the books and posters.

°Everything here seemed to reflect you as if he could see and understand you so indirectly. He could touch you. He heard you say that you would fetch something to drink from the cellar. He just nodded before waiting for the door to close. His smile widened, his gaze determined as he pulled out of his backpack the many small cameras. They were not cheap, but for you, anything was enough. He quickly thought of the right places and set up the cameras. Before he saw on his mobile phone that he could see the whole room.

°He listened, but you were still searching in the basement. Before his gaze fell on your dresser with clothes inside. A blush crept into his cheeks. He knew he was close to being caught. But he wanted to finally possess something of you. To finally have you. Just a small part. Carefully he opened one of the many drawers. Your clothes came out, with the same engaging smell. It's almost like she's embracing me, he thought with a sigh as he reached for one of your t-shirts and stuffed it into his backpack.

°Then his eyes caught a pair of black folded panties with black lace. His cheeks grew even darker. His fantasy of what you would look like in them began to come together in his head. She's only wearing it for me he thought and a furtive smile crept onto his lips. It smelled just like you. Hastily he stuffed the garment into his backpack before the door to your room opened only a moment later.

°The remaining hours he was full of enthusiasm and admiration. He enjoyed the contact, touched you as often as he could and finally wanted to have you for himself. Only when you said goodbye to him in the evening did he practically run home. Connecting his mobile phone to his computer and opening the programme, he finally saw your room.

°You had already gone back to your bedroom and had just closed the curtains to your window when you started to undress. ,,So beautiful," he murmured and zoomed in with the camera. He saw you take off your pullover and fold it carefully. He saw your torso, saw the dark red bra with black lace that nestled comfortably against your breasts. His heart beat faster, you were so unbelievably captivating. He saw her take off her trousers and put them with the pullover. A matching pair of panties in the same colour showed itself to him. They clung to your hips and your body.

°He thought you were going to bed when you turned to one of the cameras. For a moment he was afraid that you had seen him. Instead you walked to your full body mirror and took off your bra. For a split moment, all thought was gone from his mind. Before he felt the slight tug at his centre. He could see your naked breasts and you seemed to almost present yourself to him as you looked at yourself in the mirror for a moment. Before she finally went to her bed and lay down under the covers. It turned him on, nervous and crazy for you, knowing that you slept only in your underwear.

°For him, for his image of you, you seemed to long for him. Seeming to wait for him. Loving him too. He continued to watch you through the hours. Taking in every bit of your features that he saw and loving you more and more. ,,Charlie" he heard you murmur as you moved slightly and seemed to almost hug the blanket. She's dreaming of me, the brown-haired man realised, and at that moment he would have loved to look inside your head.

°But for him it was just another proof. Another proof that maybe he should slip into your room tonight. Into you. Not just watch you anymore. Finally kiss you and finally have you to himself. Not kill you no you were better than Sydney he would keep you with him. You loved him as much as he loved you, he just knew it. But in the end you would have no choice. For no matter how much time passed he would always be watching you. Because love would always find its way. Willingly or not.

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[g4yforethan]

affection

pairing: charlie walker x gn!reader

summary: reader invites charlie for a night over to escape the recent ghostface killings

warnings: kissing that’s all

a/n: my friend is obsessed with rory culkin so i had to write this for them!

“okay mom stay safe and call me if you need anything!” you gave your mom a kiss as she left for a trip over the weekend. she begged you to come with her due to the recent woodsboro attacks but you told her you were filled with homework assignments and had to get them completed. that was all just an excuse of course. what you really wanted was to be able to invite someone over, someone who you had been having a crush on since freshman year. charlie walker. a shy film nerd with long, silky hair who had just the right amount of charm to him. over the last 4 years, the two of you had gotten closer to each other and built a stable friendship together but you longed for more than just being friends.

you texted charlie if he was able to spend the night with you out of “safety measures.” he replied with yes and would be there in 10. after coming inside and going up to your room, you and charlie talked about the ghostface attacks. “my mom lived through the attacks in 1996. with the recent ones, she bought me pepper spray and pocket knife. i’m surprised she didn’t force me onto the plane.” charlie laughed and moved closer to you. “not to change the topic on you but i was wondering. out of everyone you could’ve invited over, why me?” you blanked when he asked this. you tried to search for an excuse but nothing came up. “um- i just- i feel like we’ve know each other for so long so i just wondered why not you?” “well you’ve known jill longer. kirby too. i’m just wondering that’s all” he could tell you were lying. you have been the worst at lying since you could remember.

“listen charlie.” you took a deep breathe in and decided to confess. “i invited you because...oh god um... i like you." you closed your eyes not wanting to see his reaction. there was silence and it was killing you. you opened your eyes and looked at him. his eyes beamed with surprise but joy. he smiled at you which made you blush. "well are you gonna say something?!" he laughed at you which left you confused. "y/n, i've always had a crush on you since biology class. i just didn't think you thought the same as well." you were shocked and felt stupid for worrying for all these years if your crush on charlie would ruin your friendship with him. "well i mean since you said that it is just you and i. alone." you give him a devious grin which he reciprocates and leaves several marks on your face and neck. all while, you felt and ran your hands through his soft, long hair which felt like heaven to you. he loved the feeling of it. he felt your waist and craved your body. after kissing, you lay on top of him and admire his cute little face. you caress his face and he blushes and gives your hand small kisses.

“you know i feel much more safer now that you’re here.” “good because if anyone tries anything to hurt you, i’ll kill them.” you laughed but found his comment cute but a little creepy. the two of you decided to watch horror movies for the rest of the night until you started to feel sleepy. he laid in between your legs and you played with his hair as you two watched the movie. charlie wanted to watch the friday the 13th series which is one you've never watched before. you started to fall asleep as charlie wrapped his arms around your waist and was already asleep. he looked so cute you thought. you fell asleep dreaming of you and him.

[icarus-star]

i have an idea! Charlie who in denial that he in love with his guy friend and just turn red and unable to talk without awkwardness every times they standing close to each others so he tries to avoid y/n until y/n worried about their friendship then Charlie just confessed everything

(they end up laying on the bed and holding hands)

((Sorry for my broken English btw )’: ))

to be alone with you. | charlie walker 🌸

a/n: hehehe pure fluffff, i lov charlie sm sm. <3 male!reader.

charlie had always enjoyed your presence, ever since you joined the cinema club. the way you would talk about your favorite movies always made him smile, and so did the way you listened to him talk about his favorite film theories. you became his best friend so quickly, within just a month he had become attached.

as he walked down the halls, he wondered about you. he knew nearly everything about you, but he was still so drawn in. his thoughts were cut off "hey." you smiled at him as you walked by, waving your hand a bit.

charlie's head perked up as you walked by, he didn't say anything. his face turned pink as he looked in your direction, watching you walk by. he was always shocked when you spoke to him even though you did everyday.

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cinema club meetings were always charlie's favorite parts of the week. he noticed how you always sat in the front, your eyes never leaving him. usually in class you would sit in the very back.

"that's stupid, how would he have not died from that?" you retorted quickly after charlie shared his thoughts on a film.

charlie smiled to himself, trying to contain the unidentifiable joy that filled him whenever you spoke. "well, he's pretty big. like he's real tall, so," he couldn't even get to the point of what he wanted to when speaking with you, it was almost frustrating.

"or you're just short."

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he liked watching you. watching you do anything, but mainly watching you watch movies. going to the movie theater with all of your friends was practically an everyday thing. maybe not everyday, but biweekly.

he sat by you, feeling the cold red slushy going down his throat as he glanced at you. he noticed the red slushy you held in you hand, soon you placed it in the cup holder attached to the armrest of your seat. for a quick second, a thought flashed through his head, what if you two made purple together? he quickly shook the thoughts out of his head, trying to pay attention to the film on the big screen.

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he felt like time flew by with you. every moment he spent shorter than the last, his brain being swallowed by thoughts of you not thinking of him the same. the same? charlie didn't like men. did he? he couldn't help but panic internally, unable to hear you the first two times you say his name to catch his attention.

you snapped your fingers in front of his face, finally pulling him out of the trance he had put himself in. "carrie or house of wax?" you ask a third time.

"which house of wax?" charlie asked, looking up at you as he sat on the edge of your bed.

"2005." you replied.

charlie smiled. "we'll watch house of wax." he says back to you as you sit by him, starting up the movie.

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when movies end, charlie gets sad. his time being with you becomes limited, you only asked him to come over and watch a movie. but.. your hand held onto his. you weren't afraid of the movie, were you? you had seen it before, charlie knew that.

"..huh?" he hummed, cut off by a soft kiss from you.

"do you wanna stay the night?" you asked, chin resting on his shoulder as you gave his hand a gentle little squeeze. he nodded, snaking his arms around your waist as you pulled him down to lay on your bed.

"you know.. i've likes you for a while.." "i know, charlie."

[nevvdrinksteaa]

history // charlie walker

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pairing: charlie walker x reader

original prompt: you’re paired with charlie walker for a school project, it gets dirty

warnings: 18+ nsfw smut, porn WITH plot, afab!reader, slight angst (charlie thinks you hate him for like 5 whole minutes) pet names, oral (male and female), dom!reader, sub!charlie, begging, making out, fingering, whatever the fuck it’s called when you grind against sheets to make yourself c*m, overuse of the nickname ‘char’, never written for dom!reader before (bare w me), no specific reference to body type !! please let me know if i forgot anything!

word count: 3.1k

this is NOT proof read so if there are any mistakes ignore them! i believe that anyone of any shape or size and anyone of color can enjoy this. i don’t believe there is any description of physical appearance (please please correct me if i’m wrong, i don’t want to make assumptions about anything!!)

please send in more stuff for me to write because i’m in the mood to zoom 🫡

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1:40 PM

you sat in history, your last period class, shaking your pencil hearing it tap, tap, tap with every move. eyes trained on the clock wishing the last twenty minutes would fly by quicker, eager to get your weekend started.

“for this project, you are all going to be in partners”

everyone shot up from their bored positions at their desks, starting conversations with friends deciding who’s working with who. you look over at your best friend, grinning.

“settle down, your partners were pre-chosen. i think we need some variety in the groups we see”

the class started to groan as the teacher stated that the partner lists were posted on the board, stating specifics on the projects and that it will be due on monday. everyone started to get up from their seats to check the list on the corkboard at the front of the room. you started to write down ideas, assuming your partner would find you.

of course it’s due monday, there goes my weekend. what’s the point of your parents going out of town if-

“uhm hey, i think we’re partners”

you look up, noticing charlie walker standing at the front of your desk, looking at the floor in front of him.

“you think or you checked the list and know?” you smirk at him, giggling to yourself.

“you got me there, i saw it on the list” he states, settling in the chair beside you.

he started rambling, talking about ideas he has for the project.

“okay charlie, here's the deal” you state bluntly, “my parents aren’t home for the weekend and i really want to get this project finished as soon as possible so i can have friends over on saturday”

he was taken back at your tone, shocked at the rude nature. he figured you didn’t like him, and wanted to get it over as soon as possible so you didn’t have to be seen with him. why else were you so angry when you had always been so sweet to everyone? weren’t you two friends?

“well we can do it after school and work on it today, i’m good at history so we should finish it really soon” he says quietly, trailing off towards the end.

“perfect” you say, grabbing your phone and handing it to the boy. “give me your number and i can text you my address”

the final bell rings and the class starts to gather their things. you sit up from your spot at the desk, collecting your books to leave. “i’ll shower when i get home and you can come over after, does three work?”

“sounds good.” he doesn’t look up from the desk as he’s still writing down notes.

“see you later, char” you say, giving him a smile he doesn’t notice.

walking back to your locker, you catch yourself thinking about him and how awkward he is, finding it indearing. you were excited to work on your project with him, you had a crush on him for a while and you hadn’t had any courage to say anything to him.

you grab your things and start the trek to your car, stopping your friend to tell her about your plans for today on your way out.

“the universe is giving you signs partnering you up with charlie, maybe it’s time to tell him about your crush.” she says, shoving her shoulder into yours as she walks.

“yeah right, he’s so infatuated with kirby i would just embarrass myself if i told him i liked him.” you state rolling your eyes. “he’d laugh in my face probably”

“he’s too sweet to do all that” your friend says stopping once you reach her car, “charlie walker is probably not the type of person to be rude about letting someone down, he’d probably say thank you and talk about a movie that’s about to come out”

she unlocks her car as you laugh at her joke, trying to ease the nerves in your stomach. you wave goodbye and turn to leave, hearing your friend shout out her window “don’t do anything i wouldn’t do”

you laugh as you walk to your car, sitting in the drivers seat and starting it before heading home.

maybe she’s right, i should just say something.

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you wipe the steam off of the bathroom mirror after stepping out of the shower, skin red from the burning shower you took. you start to pat your damp skin dry before you heard a knock on your door. checking the time to see it was 2:45. fuck, he’s early.

you wrap yourself with the towel tightly before you start down the steps to answer the front door.

“hey” charlie starts, face starting to get beat red after noticing you in a towel. you notice him start to fidget with his hands.

“you’re early char” you say opening the door wider and waving him in. “you can wait in my room while i get dressed, it’s upstairs next to the bathroom”

you both start to walk up the steps and you point to the right when you get to the top. “it’s on the door on the left, get comfortable and i’ll be right there”

you hear charlie hum and grip the strap on his bag before he turns to your room. you step into the bathroom and finish getting dressed, drying your skin and putting on comfortable shorts and a crop top. you head back to your room and stand in the doorway, noticing charlie with his back to the door, looking at the pictures and vinyls hung on your walls.

“you’re not going to steal anything, are you?” you tease, sitting on the middle of your bed with your bag, pulling out your history books.

“of course not” charlie says, “just looking at all your stuff”

he takes a seat across from you, where he had preset his books and notes from class. you grab your phone and turn on some music, asking if the choice was okay and a hum of approval in response.

“so, where should we start?” you ask.

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you guys worked on your project for about an hour before you heard your stomach growl. you drop your pencil and look up at charlie who was scribbling away. “are you hungry, char?” you ask

he hummed no at your question and you started to get anxious at his lack of response, he normally would talk your ear off about anything and everything. “is everything okay?”

“yeah, why wouldn’t it be?”

“you’re just really quiet today, i wanted to make sure everything is alright with you.”

“i just want to finish this project so i’ll get out of your hair, i know that you don’t really want me around”

his response caught you very off guard. you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, shaking your head back and forth softly. “what are you talking about?”

he shrugged his shoulders, not looking up from his lap.

“char, look at me” he looked up at you, trying hard to keep eye contact. “why would you think that?”

“you said earlier you wanted to get the project over with so you could make other plans this weekend.”

you noticed him look back towards his lap and you were confused on what he was talking about

“i figured since you don’t like me, you wanted to get rid of me quicker”

your eyes softened, realizing you didn’t phrase your comment from earlier properly. you immediately felt bad, you never wanted him to think that you didn’t like him. you liked charlie, quite a bit actually. he was very smart, charismatic, and oh so sweet; you couldn’t believe he thought you hated him.

you scooted closer to him, setting his hand on his knee. he looked up towards you with a nervous expression.

“i don’t hate you, i’m so sorry that i made you think i did. i was just upset earlier that we were given a weekend project the same week my parents were out of town” you gave his leg a little squeeze

“oh” he replied, holding eye contact with you. “now i feel stupid”

“don’t feel stupid, it was all my fault. i’ll hang out with you all weekend just to prove to you i like you.” you paused, wanting to say something more. you took your hand off his knee and put it in your lap, looking at the ground, you took in a deep breath.

“actually char,” you start to trail off, feeling the nerves all the way down to your toes. “i really like you”

“what?” you felt the bed move, charlie shifting in his seat

“i don’t expect you to feel the same, i know you have a crush on kirby, robbie told me a while ago, i just felt like i needed to tell you before i lost the courage to”

charlie didn’t say anything, he felt so dumbfounded by your sudden release. he didn’t know what to say, he liked you to, he just never knew how to express it. he liked how kind you were to everyone and how you always loved to listen about everything he has to say.

you got up from your seat quick, anxiety crashing at his silence. “i’m so sorry, just forget i said anything. i’m going to grab a water” you state, heading towards the door

“wait” you heard him get up from the bed and head towards you, “do you mean it?”

you make eye contact, “of course i mean it, i wouldn’t say it if it wasn’t true char”

he stood directly in front of you, “i like you too”

neither of you said anything after that, all that could be heard was both of your breaths and the quiet sound of radiohead coming from your phone. he looked between your eyes and your lips.

“do you want to kiss me charlie?”

“yes” he says softly

you felt his lips on yours, pecking slightly. he was so nervous, you knew you had to lead

“do you want to make out with me?”

“please” he nodded quick, looking back to your lips.

you lean forward to kiss him, hands moving up to the back of his neck. you could feel his hands on your hips, barely making contact. you slightly pull away, catching your breath.

“please touch me char”

you felt him grab your waist, pulling you back to his lips. you rake your fingers through his hair, pulling at the root slightly. he whimpered at the feeling, gripping your sides harder.

you started to walk the both of you slowly toward the bed, not breaking away from the kiss. you settled into his lap, feeling his hands glued in place.

“you can touch me anywhere” you say breathless, pulling away

“i’ve never done this before” he admits shamefully

“we can do whatever you feel comfortable with.” you reply, playing with his hair.

you felt one of charlie’s hands leave your hip, slowly heading towards your chest. he let out a breath when he felt you weren’t wearing a bra. he was gentle with his touch, as though he was scared to break you. your hand found his and pressed harder, encouraging his movements.

he started to kneed his hands, rubbing his thumb back and forth over your nipple. you let out a soft moan, pushing your lips back to his. you started to grind your hips back and forth, earning a breathy sound from his mouth. he opened his eyes to look up at you and you took the opportunity to bite the bottom of his lip, moving immediately to his neck, rubbing his cock with your hands.

“is this okay baby?”

“fuck- yes please”

you start biting and kissing the skin below his ear, moving your hands to start unbuttoning his shirt. he shrugs it off his shoulders and you start to make your way down to kneel on the floor, kissing and sucking his skin on your way. you look up at him as you fumble with his zipper, batting your eyelashes at him. he sits up slowly to help pull his pants down, taking his underwear with him. he sets his hands on either side of his legs, slightly gripping the sheets with nerves.

you take his dick in your hands, shocked at the size, before spitting on it. you rub your hands up and down earning a moan from charlie.

“fuck- please i-” he trailed off when you kissed the head, tasting salt on your lips.

“please what baby?” still stroking his cock

“i need more, i want more please”

you lick a long strip from his balls to the tip before putting him in your mouth. slowing going up and down using your hands to help with what you can’t fit. you grab charlie’s hand, moving it from his side to the top of your head. he laces his fingers in your hair, slightly pushing and pulling with your movements.

“i think i’m going to cum”

you pull off, stroking him quick with your hands, “are you going to cum in my mouth char? be a good boy and cum in my mouth for me”

he nodded, eyes shut tight as his head leaned back. “say it charlie, tell me”

he opened his eyes, locked with yours. wiping a tear from your face, so fucking pretty.

“i’m gonna cum for you like a good boy fuck-”

you went right back to work, taking him deeper and blinking the tears from your eyes. you wanted to see charlie cum so bad, you felt your hands move down inside your shorts. rubbing your clit over your panties.

“fuck, i’m cumming, please let me cum. wanna be good for you”

you moaned around his dick and felt charlie grip your hair harder. his dick started to twitch and you felt your mouth get hot, cum filling your throat and mouth. you pulled off slowly, swallowing as you went, keeping your mouth open to pump the rest of his cum on your tounge.

charlie was a rambling, moaning mess. whispering how good it felt and how good you were. he saw you give his dick one last kiss and come back up to meet him face to face.

“thank you”

you gave him a quick kiss, giggling. “you don’t have to say thank you”

he wanted to say it a hundred times over, he couldn’t believe that he just got head for the first time. “can i…” he trailed off

“can you do what char?” you sounded so innocent, like you didn’t just finish choking and gagging on his dick.

“can i do you now?”

you got close to him, kissing up his neck. “you want to eat me out baby?”

“yes, please. please let me make you feel good”

you nodded and stood up from your seat next to him, pushing your notes to the bottom half of the bed. you slipped your top off and pushed your pants down your legs, getting comfortable by your pillows. “come here char”

charlie was quick to move above you, taking your lips to his, touching anywhere his hands could move.

“i might need some help” he sighs sheepishly.

“start by moving all the way down” you say as you give him a quick kiss for encouragement. “do whatever you think is right, i’ll tell you if i don’t like it”

he nodded and moved to your neck, kissing and licking, keeping his hands roaming. you felt him reach your nipples, his hot breath close before sticking his touch out to lick one. he saw your lips open to let out a quiet gasp of air and started to suck, earning a moan in response. he moved his hand, pinching and pulling at the left while he kept his mouth at the right, then switching.

“just like that pretty boy” you said as you move your hand to play with his hair.

he was blushing at the pet name, feeling his cock getting hard against your hip. he started to move down, kissing anywhere and everywhere he could, scared you’ll change your mind. he makes it past your stomach and to your thighs, gently pulling them apart.

he lets out a subtle groan, “so pretty” he mumbles. “can i touch you?” he says rubbing his hands up and down your thighs.

“of course” you sigh, anxiously waiting for his touch

he slowly brings his hands to your pussy, collecting your wetness on his fingers and spreading it around. he finds your clit and starts to rub in small, slow circles, watching you raise your hips slightly.

“right there baby” you say closing your eyes.

he brings his mouth to your pussy, licking a long strip from your hole to your clit. “you taste so good” he says lowly, almost to himself. he continues to play with your clit and eat you out. trying different rhythms and motions based on your movements and sounds.

“char, please put a finger in. i’m so close”

charlie is quick to push in and up, finding that sweet spot. you grab his hair, pulling at the root.

“fuck yes, right there”

he can’t help it, all the mumbling and moaning makes him start to grind into the bed, intoxicated by you. he can feel his cock, hard and throbbing against your silk green sheats.

he slowly slides in a second finger, curling them upwards, taking your clit between his lips and sucking softly.

“i’m gonna cum” you felt your body start to feel fuzzy, stomach pulling at the feeling. “fuck charlie, i’m cumming”

you felt yourself tighten against his fingers, grinding down on his tongue, which was eager to lap up your release. you heard him whimper, seeing his hips stutter against the bed.

he pulls his head up from your pussy, making sure to not look at you in the face. “i’m so sorry”

you look at him confused, leaning forward to see the wet spot on your sheets. you smirk at him, grabbing his hand and licking your juices off his fingers.

“don’t be sorry, this was amazing,” you lean forward to kiss him “and knowing you came from eating me out is kinda hot”

you giggle as you lean back, still catching your breath. charlie moves beside you softly rubbing your hand. “so what do we do now?”

you look up at him, “well” you start lacing your fingers with his “for now, we lay here until we fall asleep. then tomorrow morning we’ll wake up and shower and maybe finish where we left off”

charlie grins from ear to ear, “oh yeah?”

“i mean, if that’s alright with you” you mumble

“being with you is alright for me” he says, kissing your forehead.

[ctrlchar]

Masterlist

who i write for

* means it’s one of my favorites

requests will be written with a fem reader in mind unless specified otherwise

Alice in borderland

arisu

NSFW headcannons

sub Arisu headcannons

NSFW alphabet

chishiya

Chishiya x asexual reader headcannons

Simp!Chishiya headcannons

Random Chishiya headcannons

NSFW alphabet *

sfw headcannons

cockwarming chishiya

chishiya x militant reader

chishiya reacting to niragi trying to assult reader

kyuma

Kyuma x reader having a bad day headcannons

Kyuma crushing headcannons

NSFW alphabet

Random Kyuma headcannons *

tatta

fluff headcannons

save your tears (nsfw)

karube

NSFW alphabet

AHS

tate langdon

NSFW headcannons

kit walker

NSFW headcannons

Scream

charlie walker

NSFW alphabet *

Random headcannons

stalker headcannons

cuddling headcannons

lick it up (nsfw)

sfw headcannons

stu macher

nsfw alphabet

Other

danny cooper

submissive headcannons *

bunny!danny headcannons

jack thurlow

nsfw headcannons

euronymous

i’ll kiss your open sores (nsfw)

jake webber

doing his makeup*

enemies to lovers

nsfw alphabet

black cat reader x Jake

please baby please(pussy drunk!Jake)

jake webber hickey headcannons *

gimme more(sub!jake w/overstim)

cockwarming jake

jakexgf with pierced nipples

size kink headcannons

fluff headcannons

johnnie guilbert

joining his stream *

nsfw headcannons

doing his makeup

sub!johnnie

nsfw alphabet

dom!johnnie headcannons

giving him head under his desk headcannons *

johnnie x goth reader headcannons

johnnie buying reader a cat

love/hate (hate sex w/ johnnie)

johnnie x trans male reader having a bad day

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

✨💫 NAVIGATION 💫✨

About me:

My name is Christina, I'm 20+, and I love Halloween, makeup of all genre, horror movies, 2000s rom-coms, writing, cats...and Taylor Swift more than anything. I'm a creative person at heart and share personality type with Kat Strattford and Wednesday Addams. I've been writing since I read the Twilight books and currently write for Scream, Wednesday, TSITP, Marvel, and more

☆ My taglists form here

☆ My 2024 prompt list is here and you can send requests here at any time

Who I write for:

MCU characters (Peter Parker + Loki Laufeyson) | Masterpost

Teen Wolf (Stiles Stilinski + Derek Hale) | Masterpost

Outer Banks (JJ Maybank + Rafe Cameron) | Masterpost special fandom prompt list

Jess Mariano (Gilmore Girls) | Masterlist

Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon (Daemon Targaryen + Aemond Targaryen + Aegon II Targaryen + Jacaerys Velrayon (NEW) + Jon Snow) | Masterpost special fandom prompt list NEW

Wednesday (Xavier Thorpe + Ajax Petropolus + Wednesday Addams) | Masterlist

Marcus Baker (Ginny & Georgia) | Masterpost

Scream (Ethan Landry + Chad Meeks Martin + Mindy Meeks Martin + Tara Carpenter + Billy Loomis + Charlie Walker + Amber Freeman) | Masterpost special fandom prompt list

The summer I turned pretty (Conrad Fisher + Jeremiah Fisher) | Masterpost

Tate Langdon (American Horror Story: Murder House) | Masterpost

Young!Coriolanus Snow (Hunger Games) | Masterpost special fandom prompt list ** crossed fandoms/characters are on hold

REQUESTS RULES

I have the ability to deny and delete any requests I don't want to write

If the request is from a list, adding the quote with the number helps me a lot (I have more than one list and it gets confusing for me)

I don’t have a set word count for requests, but I try to keep them between 0.5k - 1k

Do not send me the exact same request you sent to many other writers. If see it, I'll then delete it

Smut is allowed, and welcomed

I WILL NOT WRITE

These NSFW themes — feet fetish, a/b/o, innocent!reader , humiliation/degrading kink, water sport, graphic SA or anything non-con (unless it’s part of a ‘game’)

RPF (real people fiction)

Romanticization of mental health (eating disorders, depression, any type of self harm, etc.)

Anything yandere related

Anything involving someone being sick or periods

Peter x Tony (romantically) or any form of incest (with the exception of GoT and HotD)

Pregnancies / main characters being a parent

male!reader

nb!reader or gn!reader (nothing against it, I just wouldn’t want to write it wrong)

male!reader

black!reader or plus size!reader (nothing against it, I just would want to offend anyone by writing something I don’t know about)

[rosemarycovet]

characters I write for

twilight

Edward Cullen

Alice Cullen

emmet Cullen

Jasper Hale

Rosalie Hale

Bella Swan

SCREAM

(Mostly billy and Stu)

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

Randy Meeks

Sidney Prescott

Tatum Riley

Dewey Riley

Mickey Altieri

Roman Bridger

Jill Robert

Ethan landry

Tara carpenter

Sam Carpenter

Chad meeks

Amber Freeman

gilmore girls

(chilton) Rory Gilmore

Dean Forester

Jess Mariano

Tristin Dugray

Dave Rygalski

Lane Kim

Finn Wolfhard characters

Mike wheeler

Boris pavlikovsky

Miles Fairchild

Richie Toizer

Harry potter/wizarding world

Theodore Nott

Mattheo Riddle

Tom Riddle

Draco Malfoy

Cedric Diggory

Harry potter

Ron Weasley

American Horror Story

Tate Langdon

Violet Harmon

kit walker

Zoe Benson

Kyle Spencer

Madison Montgomery

Jimmy darling

James march

Euphoria

rue bennett

Jules vaughn

maddy perez

cassie howard

lexi howard

kat hernandez

Fezco

Elliot

Nate Jacobs

chris mckay

Scott pilgrim VS. The world

Scott pilgrim

Ramona Flower

wallace wells (x male reader)

Envy Adams

Knives Chau

Kim Pine

Random

Rodrick Heffely-Diary of a wimpy kid

Patrick bateman-American Pyscho

Jesse Pinkman-Breaking bad

Peeta Mellark-hunger games

Finnick Odair-hunger games

Nanno-Girl from no where

Danny Jenner-Jeepers Creepers

Kat Stratford-10tihay

Patrick Verona-10tihay

Cameron James-10tihay

Dave Lizewski-Kick ass

Charlie-the perks of being a wallflower

jennifer check- jennifer’s body

Tim LaFlour-senseless

Robin Buckley-stranger things

glen glantz-nightmare on elm street

Request are open

[degenerussy]

Charlie Walker x Reader

tw. fem reader, delulu, perv, toxic, somno, c*m eating (male receiving), and a scent k**k on the side.

<3

Charlie Walker was all about patience. At least that's what he told himself. In his mind, he believed that good things in life weren't born from instant gratification. Especially relationships. I mean, if he wanted some non-committal friends with benefits situation, he could get that in a heartbeat. He totally could, he's just been choosing not to. He was a romantic, after all.

No no, true soul connections could only come from patience, which he was an expert in. You see, Charlie was a planner. He wasn't big on jumping into things spontaneously, he preferred to learn every single thing about the situation before even thinking about making a move.

And that's precisely the approach he chose with you.

Now, to be fair, he wasn't the nicest to you when you first met. He didn't mean to be rude, it's just that Charlie was still suspicious of flirty behavior. The disappointment he had been through in the past left him jaded and spiteful, so he was almost put off by your playful antics steeped in desire. He thought he was a good judge of women in the past, especially the one he spent all of his time observing and banking info on, but that assumption left him hurt and confused.

He was almost agitated, the previous rage he had shoved down for the sake of keeping his friend group together came back with a vengeance and turned his gaze sharp and scrutinizing. The look in your eyes when you met his gaze, the way you came up with sweet nicknames just for him, and how you always found a reason to touch him. It always made him nervous as he tried - and failed - to look comfortable under your gaze. To seem like he didn't care. Unfortunately, as much as he tried to ignore it, no touch you offered him ever failed to make his cock jump.

He was falling for you.

It wasn't that you were giving him attention whenever it suited you, nor were you just trying to humiliate him. You actually sought him out. Sporting a genuine smile when you locked eyes across the room, subtly resting your legs onto his lap during group movie nights, or whispering in his ear when you wished to speak to him and him only. He always struggled to hold back a whimper each time your breath touched his skin.

You wanted him, and he knew that.

But again, he was patient.

Thankfully, that was a value that you didn't share, so he got to sport a cocky smile around town while holding your hand after only a few months of knowing you. He was yours, and you were his, and Charlie couldn't stop staring at you as if you would disappear the second he blinked. His friend group almost immediately got sick of him boasting about his "future wife" and flaunting you around, but they were secretly happy to see him so stoked.

On the surface, Charlie was a picture-perfect boyfriend, and not just because of his looks. In his eyes, you were his soulmate, the only one for him. He had to do everything in his power to make you happy and impressed. He had to keep you. Charlie tried to become a classic type of gentleman, even though his performance was a bit awkward a lot of times.

Like running up ahead of you to hold open the door, huffing up air while giving you a dopey smile as you stepped inside, or fumbling with your shoelaces when they come undone in public. Though that one could be blamed on his habit of looking up into your eyes - or beneath your shirt - while he was doing it. He'd even practically beg to carry any and everything for you, no matter how small and ridiculous the item was. You couldn't possibly bear the burden of that hair tie, he'd have to wear it on his wrist until you needed it. He insists.

This desperate need of his to take care of you also manifested in uglier ways. As much as Charlie loved to express himself and voice his strong opinions when he was in his element, most of the time he was a listener. Like most people who can relate to that, the quiet observation eventually turns into silent judging and seething.

Sometimes he couldn't believe how oblivious the people around him were. How they couldn't pick up on things that were so obvious. And as much as he saw you as his own personal deity, gracing him of all people with your presence every day, his judgment sometimes turned its focus to you.

Don't get me wrong, Charlie respected you deeply, but the ongoing fear of you getting yourself into trouble was taking a toll on him. Couldn't you tell that your lab partner totally had a thing for you? Or that your "handsome" neighbor only got that new dog as an attempt to get your attention? The attention only Charlie had the right to… You were so careless, putting his girl in harm's way near constantly. It made him wish he could keep an eye on you all the time.

Unfortunately for him, he couldn't. He didn't want to make the same mistakes he had in the past, he couldn't treat you like his previous crushes. Though, when he used to peek unblinkingly into the windows of clueless classmates at night or perfectly time his steps so the person ahead of him wouldn't notice they had a pursuer, he was being delusional. He could fully admit that. Those girls were never going to be interested in him, he was only trying to get a taste of what he knew he'd never be able to have. That was the thing, though,

He already had you…

There was nothing creepy about him looking out for you, even when you didn't necessarily want him to. So when you firmly tell him that you can hang out at your friend's place by yourself, he can't just listen to you. Especially considering that the useless scum you call your "girls" often let you walk home alone at night. It was up to Charlie to make sure that you weren't ever truly alone, at least as much as he could swing that.

It was devastating when he realized he wasn't going to be able to convince you to join the cinema club. At least not in a non-abrasive way. Charlie couldn't help but huff and stare at you with a look akin to venom as you explained to him how important it was for couples to have different interests. The cold look in your boyfriend's eyes, which were usually snarky and playful, sent chills down your spine for more reasons than one. His pink lips parted a bit before they closed into a scowl. He could only offer a curt nod, as if he were afraid of what would spew from his mouth if he opened it again.

He didn't give up the pursuit, though. Charlie liked having you right where he could see you, and the cinema club was the perfect place for that. Spending time in your own club or out in the world while he was stuck away from you left a sour taste in his mouth, so he reluctantly moved on to more unsavory tactics. Nothing gruesome, of course, just some basic manipulation. He knew how to look extra pathetic when he needed to.

He'd cuddle with you at night, lying right on top of you with his face buried in the junction of your neck. You'd have to be heartless to disregard his sleepy whimpering about how much he'd been missing you and how little time the two of you had been spending together. He'd ask you if your little hobby was worth more than the connection you two were trying to build up. Being the president of the cinema club, he couldn't exactly be the one to make the compromise here. It was you who'd eventually have to fold for him.

And fold you did.

You joined his club and practically became the star member, partially because Charlie saved all the easier questions for you and avoided making you feel out of place. You were having fun being in his club, he knew that for a fact. He knew a lot of things, like the fact that you loved it whenever he gave his speeches and showed his confident side. It was impossible not to notice.

Although the two of you hadn't gone any farther than making out by this point, the way you rubbed your legs together while he spoke wasn't lost on him. Of course, whenever he bragged to his friends, they'd try to shoot down his "theories". They'd bring up insignificant things, like the temperature of the room, or simply say that Charlie was seeing things. Their misguided opinions only made him chuckle.

No one knew you like he did.

But, of course, he was willing to bite his tongue and wait for you to come to him. For you to take the lead. His willingness to wait had gained a new meaning now. He didn't want to rush you into being intimate with him, no matter how badly he needed you. But as time passed, his resolve started to falter a bit. Especially when he was so close to you, cuddling together at night with his chest pressed flush against your back. Even your soft breaths started turning him on.

Despite his past of completely misreading those he was interested in, Charlie did have reason to believe that you were itching for more, aching to go further with him. All the sweet little pecks you two shared had become more eager and drawn out, with you always leaning in for more or sitting yourself right in his lap. You'd mindlessly roll your hips in a way that you thought he wasn't noticing while sucking purple marks into his neck. Marks he would never dream of covering up.

If he couldn't rush things along with you, Charlie knew he'd have to find another solution to satisfy his growing lust. As always, he came up with a brilliant idea. So brilliant that his mouth was practically watering that evening while the two of you studied at your place. Charlie was on your couch while you sat facing away from him on the floor between his legs.

You flipped a page as you leaned your head on one of his man-spread thighs as you read. It was almost cute how you had yet to realize how distracted he was, his book completely neglected as his dark gaze locked onto your oblivious form. This is exactly how it'll be later, he thought. You'd be blissfully unaware while he let off some steam.

It's not what you think, though. Charlie wasn't a creep, nonono. He was just being considerate. If he waited until you were ready and let his desire build up he might ruin you once the time finally came. That's precisely why he packed his bag with lube and a pack of tissues along with his school supplies that morning. You were already his masturbation material at home, why couldn't he admire your pretty body in person? In your room and in that bed that smelled so much like you.

What was the harm?

That's the mantra he kept repeating in his mind while he pumped his cock to your sleeping form. There was no harm, no harm in what he was doing. How could there be when it felt so good? Sitting up and looking down at you as he choked back needy whimpers, he tightened his grip, wanting to cum for you as soon as possible for you. Yes, all for you. He couldn't even hear the wet noises echoing throughout the room due to his ringing ears.

So hot, so fucking hot, so perfect for me, he thought. He couldn't explain the throbbing the subtle rise and fall of your chest caused him.

The need to pull your tits from your tiny sleep shirt was near insatiable, and he wasn't doing much better on his desire to simply lower himself down to your clothed pussy and take a sharp whiff. The thought of climaxing while drowning in your scent was ruining him, a high-pitched whine slipping from his lips without his knowledge. Charlie brushed his hair from his damp forehead, refusing to let it block his view as his other hand moved even faster. So close, so close for you. The mantra in his mind quickly turned to disheveled gratitude as he reached his high.

"Thank you, thank you, th- oh fuck!"

Charlie cried out as he shot his load all over the sheets, seeing images of your precious form even as his eyes clamped shut. The corners of his pink lips tugged into a dopey smile as his toe-curling orgasm faded into a dewy afterglow. His eyes were still a bit misty as he opened them, causing him to blink away any stray tears he hadn't noticed before. Charlie cried for you, and he knew you'd be proud.

"You having fun there?"

Your voice broke through Charlie's moment of peace, his eyes opening in horror. His hand was still wrapped loosely around himself as he was met with the moonlit image of your raised brow. Your lips curled into a little smirk as you stared him down, looking almost impressed by your boyfriend's nerve. Charlie seemed to be buffering for a moment, before he finally snapped back to reality, frantically trying to find his discarded boxers. You only giggled at the panicked display.

"What is it, pretty boy, are we shy now? You were so bold just a second ago!"

Charlie let out a low whine as his face burned into a shade of deep pink. "I, sorry, I know you've never seen me like… this."

He muttered distractedly, motioning to his bare form while he scanned the sea of sheets for his clothes.

"Mm, no, but I've certainly thought about it. You look even tastier than I imagined!"

That comment had his lips twitching up for a split second, blinking in shock, before he found the courage to meet your gaze with wide eyes.

"Oh…" He let out stupidly, causing you to giggle once more.

"Anyway, I don't know why you're focusing on anything else right now when you still have such a huge mess to clean up…" You spoke, your voice so sweet yet biting at the same time.

He was about to ask you what you meant before you motioned for him to come closer, grabbing his hair and pushing his head down once it was stationed right above the evidence of his orgasm. Charlie looked up at you with bright blue eyes as you pushed his face down into the damp sheets. He never knew you were so dirty, but he knew he'd have to show you he could match your energy, or even surpass it.

The unabashed sucking noises sent bolts of desire straight to your core. Charlie's smile twitched on his face while he drooled onto the sheets in the process of "cleaning" them. He couldn't help it, not while imagining it was your mess he was lapping up. Besides, it wasn't like Charlie hadn't given into his curiosity about his own taste before.

You still had your hand on the back of his head and took the opportunity to push him down even harder, pressing his face into the sheets. Your condescending praise echoed through the room, causing his cock to rise once again. Charlie sucked up every last bit of his seed that he could find, giving a couple kitten licks to the sheets for good measure, before staring up at you expectantly.

The smug grin on your face made his heart race as a small, shaky smile formed on his face. You let him rise up slowly, admiring his pretty, glistening appearance.

"You did so good, Char, so good for me!" You cooed, bringing him into your arms and lying back down.

"All for you…" He muttered with a grin, content to fall asleep with his hard cock pressed against you. At least he doesn't have to hide his boners anymore.

[mattey-stu]

THIS MASTERLIST DOESNT MATTER ANYMORE.I HAVE MADE ANOTHER ONE.PLEASE CHECK THAT ONE ON THE TOP OF MY BLOG.

MASTERLIST:

FOR DISCLAMIER: I ONLY WRITE X MALE!READER.

AND I MIGHT WRITE SHIPS TOO.

THIS WILL BE UPDATED

RIVERDALE

FP Jones

none yet

Jughead Jones

None yet

Archie Andrews

None yet

SCREAM:

Stu Macher:

Stu Macher x Billy Loomis x Male!reader headcanons Poly!Ghostface

Billy Loomis:

The confession

Stu Macher x Billy Loomis x Male!reader headcanons Poly!Ghostface

Mickey Altieri:

None yet

Randy Meeks:

None yet

Charlie Walker:

None yet

Ethan fucking Laundry Basket (Ethan Landry):

None yet

Roman Bridger:

The Soundtrack: Roman Bridger x male!reader

SLC PUNK! :

Steve 'Stevo' Levy:

The party

Her0in Bob:

None yet

SENSELESS:

Tim Laflour:

None yet

Five Nights At Freddys:

Michael Afton/Schmidt:

None yet

Steve Raglan/William Afton:

None yet

ANIMAL ROOM:

Doug Van Housen:

None yet

DIARY OF A WIMPY KID:

Rodrick Heffley:

None yet

SAW:

Adam Stanheight:

None yet

Daniel Matthews:

None yet

Mark Hoffman:

None yet

Lawrence Gordon

None yet

Peter Strahm:

None yet

INSIDIOUS:

Steven 'Specs' Fisher:

None yet

FIGHT CLUB:

-I cant put any more gifs in here so uh *insert gif* -

Tyler Durden:

None yet

The 'Jack' Narrator:

None yet

Thank you for reading!

Ill age up all the characters when im writing smut.

Bros got that ass fr

[blueberrypancakesworld]

NSFW - Alphabet - Charlie Walker

warning : +18, Minors don't interact , it's getting steamy under the cut

masterlist

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A = Aftercare (how they are after sex)

°It all depends on how the night went. If he was allowed to have you all to himself, he will treat you like a goddess - he does that as well. You don't even have to say it and he will bring it to you, cuddle with you, clean you up or tell you with pink cheeks how good you were to him.

°But if you could have him to yourself, which happens quite often because he naturally gives himself to you almost every night. He will still be there for you, while you reward him with words of praise, he will snuggle up to you, pull the blanket closer to you and be happy that you are there.

°Be prepared for lots of cuddles, kisses and affectionate gestures.

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B = Bodypart (their favourite part of you and them)

°Charlie always thought he was quite pretty, even though he never compared himself to the athletic athletes. He always thought of himself as sweet and rather lovely. If he had to choose, it would be his hands. Whether he would put in a new DVD for the Stab film. Or finally being able to touch you, to feel you. The beauty of your body. That he could embrace you, simply feel you.

°Your body, on the other hand, your whole being is a temple. But even though he loved you completely, it was your breasts that he liked the most. Egall if he watched how your breasts pressed against a tight dress. When he embraced you and felt you pressed against him. When he touched you and how soft and shapely they were under his hands. Or when they moved up and down when you rode him. They were perfect.

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C= Cum (anything to do with cum)

°At first he was a little unsure if he should really come. I'll get to this inhibition and what's behind it later. But when you told him that you were using contraception, there was no stopping him.

°He loves to come inside you when you allow him to take the lead. How he knew and felt how you felt inside.

°It almost seems like something special when he pulls out of you and watches completely fascinated as his cum flows out of you.

°,,So...pretty for me"

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

°A rather open secret of Charlie's is being dominated by you. Since you were in a relationship, this has been a half secret. Listening to you while he kneels in front of you, what you would do to him. The way you'd touch him. He's melting away.

°A fantasy that had stayed with him since he first held the knife, along with his love for the camera. He loved the thought of committing murder, seeing your body covered in blood, your naked body reflected in the camera lens, and you practically making a porno together.

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E = Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what they're doing?)

°We all know he was a virgin when you got together. But so were you and together you changed that. One of the most important things to him was the physical contact he had wanted for so long.

°But Charlie was a quick learner and too much of a perfectionist when it came to learning how to make you happy. In no time he knew what to do to give you a perfect night and an incredible orgasm.

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F = Favourite position (without saying you know what it's about)

°Cowgirl = As mentioned before, he loves it when you are literally all over him. When you're riding him, setting the pace, pleasuring yourself and him, when he places his hands on your hips and thighs. Feeling you move, watching your body, listening to your words of praise as he whimpered in response to moans. How your hands ran over his chest and scratched as you came closer to your orgasm.

°Missonar position = A perhaps simple position but when he felt more dominant and you wanted to have him over there was almost no stopping you. Besides the endless praising and thanking words that came over his lips when he shouldn't kiss you. His hands would run over your body when he wasn't supporting himself, massaging your breasts and lightly pulling your hair to elicit even more sounds from you.

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G = Goofy (are they more serious at the moment? are they funny? etc.)

°If it's a more serious night, so to speak, where he's giving himself to you and the pure pleasure of the fantasies comes first, Charlie is more serious. For him, making love to you is a very intimate thing, of course a gentle smile of gratitude from both of you is to be expected, but jokes or remarks will be refrained from. Unless he is looking for punishment.

°If it's just quiet, loving sex, there may be a joke or a smirk on one or the other film fact. Which is happily reciprocated by his partner before it ends in a smiling kiss.

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H = Hair (how shaved is they? Does the trunk match the apple? ect.)

°Even before you got together he kept himself relatively clean and shaven. Once he's been dumped by Kirby again and goes into a down phase that lasts a few days, he tends to feel sorry for himself. But even if he gets together with you, it's not a big issue. If you don't care, he'll leave it the way it was before, not to mention he doesn't care how well shaved you are.

°When he's in the missionary position and you move your fingers from his cheek to his curly hair and stroke it, he's not only almost embarrassed, he only gets more excited when you reach for his hair. Whether it's stroking it, playing with a strand or pulling it lightly. He loves it when you play with his hair.

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I = Intimacy (how are you at the moment the romantic aspect)

°Telling you how he feels is not difficult for Charlie, from the very first second you met he confessed nothing but his pure feelings and love for you.

°In addition to the countless words of praise he shows a love especially when you are for each other. With countless soft kisses and little cuddles he is always by your side and never lets you go. He loves to hold your hand and stroke it gently, happy that you are by his side.

°An even more soothing intimate thing for him is when he just lies down on the couch with you after a hard day. Put his head on your lap and slowly fall asleep to your soothing touch and words. When you lightly play with his hair it was one of his favourite gestures to each other.

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J = Jack off ( mastubation headcanon)

°Even before you got together and he lost his heart to you. You were the image that appeared in his head, in his fanaticism.

°His desire for you was strong and he wanted to know more about you. To know what was under your clothes, how soft your breasts would be? How soft would they be? What would you do if you found him jerking off to you? Would you punish him?

°In your relationship, this would turn into more of a teasing for both of you before sex. How far could you push the other person? How much arousal would you allow him to have. He could hardly wait to find out.

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Kink = (one or more kinks)

°Praise kink = It was almost like an addiction that had taken hold of him. Ever since you first praised him, he felt the woolly tingle run through his body before his cock twitched with excitement.

°Mommy kink/fetish = Nothing more needs to be said. Charlie will call you Mommy sooner or later, intentionally or unintentionally. Whether you've agreed to it or not, he's going to call you whatever he wants. Or if you ride him or strap on him and practically fuck him silly and he calls you Mommy. It will happen and with red cheeks and a look of shame it will tell you.

°Pegging = As I just said, Charlie is yours and pegging is one of those things you're going to try out in the relationship. But it becomes clear more than quickly that he's reaching out to you almost devotedly. He begs you to fuck him faster and makes the sweetest noises under your touch when you pull him up by his hair.  When his strength leaves him after he has already had several orgasms and you continue to fuck him. There is nothing better for him.

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L = Location (favourite place to do it)

° The bedroom there is nothing better for him than his own four walls of the living room. When the click of the lock is heard and you are together, he feels safest. Knowing that it's just the two of you.

°An open place, something he would risk. A cinema. In the back row together in a bigger couple's seat. Barely paying attention to the film as your hand slowly moves down Charlie's trousers and he quietly leans in to let you come.

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M = Motivation (what turns you on)

°Praise = Whether it's just a quick word, a sweet wooing or straight up teasing. Just one word past your lips and Charlie would turn red and hard. And if it was at school, he'd almost hide behind his hair and watch his shot silently, knowing what would happen once you were in his room.

°You = It may be strange, but seeing you, whether it's at the film club, at a friend's house or at school. Knowing that you are together and his heart is yours and yours is his. There is no more perfect image for him. Than just having you.

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N = No (something they wouldn't do)

°Threesome/Orgies = The subject of sharing whether he shares you or you share him. It was something Charlie didn't like in thought and execution. It would be something that would make him nervous. Too many people touching him that he didn't know. But something in him resisted, he didn't want to share you, of course you were his first priority and maybe he would try it but for him it was a no go.

°He would never be able to hit you. Hair pulling is easy. But hitting, even if it was just a light slap, he would feel terrible doing it.

°As mentioned before he would try everything once and you would try it together and if he doesn't like it or you don't like it, it will be respected and that's fine for both of you.

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O = Oral (preference whether giving or receiving, skill, ect.)

°Charlie would always satisfy you orally one word from you and he would be on his knees in front of you moving up your leg with light kisses. Leaving marks on your skin and telling you how good you are before he finds your centre and gives you the best experience, satisfied when you push yourself towards him and your hands find themselves in his hair.

°,,You're always so good for me...my gorgeous Mommy"

°When you spoil Charlie he is almost embarrassed and asks a thousand times if it is really ok. Before you gently push him down on the couch, kiss him eagerly, leave a smooch mark on his neck before you undo the button of his trousers and see his aroused cock running with pre cum. You know exactly how to move your fingers to make him beg. Teased to elicit a whimper. Before he moans pitifully and his fingers go to your hair when you take him in your mouth.

"Ah...please-please so good-so good to me."

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P = Pace (are they fast and hard? slow and sensitive? etc.)

°Charlie will always be gentle he couldn't help you. When you ride him he adapts to you. If you do it gently and slowly, he has time to look at your body as if you were the only important thing in his life, which you are.

°If he takes the lead and you ask him to be gentle, he will be. Giving you what you want and being validated by your words of praise. Gentle with every thrust, kissing you, tasting you and just feeling you.

°If you want it fast and hard. One word and Charlie will do his best to satisfy your desire. With every lustful sound he elicits from you, your hands scraping his back, he only becomes more emboldened.

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Q = Quickie (your opinion on quickies, how often etc)

°Yes and no. Charlie loves to take his time, for one thing. Giving herself to you, appreciating and exploring each other's bodies. Slowly getting there when you're both finally in bed and giving in to the pleasure. To do whatever you feel like doing.

°A quickie when you might be at school before class starts. In the film club room and no one is there. Maybe on the tables or the floor, in the storeroom with all the props. A small part of him may even want to be caught. To show the others how much you love each other.

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

°As with the quickie, I think he would risk sleeping in a few open places. Dare to break the rules and cross a little line. When he sees how excited you are, and he himself. It would be something new, exciting, almost like being caught in a horror movie.

°He would risk it too, maybe even hoping you would tease or hint at him in public. Before the two of you disappear into a room at a party, leaving the door unlocked and almost hoping he'll get caught so he can show his love to everyone.

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

°Charlie Walker is by no means a top athlete when it comes to that. But as a ghostface to stalk his victims, he's almost phanatic about it. Likewise, when he sleeps with you, he's got an eternity of time and stamina to give you lust.

°Especially if you've already teased him during the day, given him looks, bent over the table one too many times and showed him your breasts in a lacy bra. Believe me, he will be gentle but still respectful of you all night long.

°Only when you use your mouth and have him to yourself will he come for you with astonishing speed. You know what you have to do to make him come.

°,,If you keep doing this-ah then..."

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T = Toys (do they have toys? do they use them? on their partner or themselves?)

°Camera = A camera is not strictly speaking a sex toy but something in him is completely fascinated watching your homemade porn and experiences. The way your body surrenders wonderfully to the camera or he sees himself as you tease him almost lovingly. And when you're not around, he simply takes one of the videos as a template instead of going on the internet.

°Blindfold = Something he uses on you to give you a new experience. When he gently kisses and lightly bites your body. Filming you moving under him. For him there seemed to be no greater loving gesture than to grasp your hands and hold them to his chest. Confirming how excited he himself is. Charlie would also let you put the blindfold on him when you ride him. Make him wait on the bed beforehand and start teasing him. He's in heaven.

°Knife = Again a rather shady sex toy and it would depend on whether he was sure you suspected him of being Ghostface. Regardless, he would use the knife with extreme caution, he knew what it could do. But whether he dragged it across your body leaving red stripes or you pressed it to his throat. Always with the thought that you had him under control. A stirring feeling.

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U = Unfair (how they love to tease)

°Charlie when he feels like something riskier will give you the most submissive looks as well as light touches. A little touch on your fingers, your hair, your breasts as you walk by. Maybe he'll even text you and tell you he can't wait for the break to have a quickie in the film club room.

°But the way he teases, so can you. And Charlie blushes so fast all you have to do is look at him and he'll get hard and snuggle up to you. You'll hear him inhale hastily and whimper softly as you whisper to him how good he was for you last night. His cheeks would instantly turn pink and a small embarrassed smile would come to his lips.

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

°As mentioned earlier, even if you tease him, he would want to whimper and give himself to you. When you ride or dominate him he will make the most noise. Moaning, whimpering and pleading are the most submissive yet sweetest sounds that come from his lips.

°Even if he is the top part he will be loud especially in the bedroom his moans and praises will be the loudest you will hear from him.

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

°An image that would never leave his head was the first time he saw you. In the summer half term you came to school and when he saw you in your light summer dress and he could swear that he could see your light panties. Especially when he masturbated to them it was the image of you. Whenever you wore it afterwards he couldn't hide the blush on his cheeks and instantly felt his pants tighten.

°Another incident in your relationship one night he would remember. Was a Halloween party. He in his Michael myers costume without the mask you insisted on seeing his handsome face. He almost choked on his beer when you came out in your skintight nun costume. Not to mention when he saw the collar and leash in your hand. A new Kink was definitely activated that night.

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X = X-ray (let's look under the clothes)

°Under the little happy trail that's the same colour as his hair, I'd say he's about 15cm/5,9in long and so wide that it can grip around it, even if your fingers are almost touching. The tip is definitely a light pink like his cheeks when he gets nervous. As well as the veins that are already visible when he's aroused.

°Even if you don't have much time together because of school or work. He knows that your eyes have almost stared at him more than once, your eyes were on his middle. And something about it made him proud to know that he was enough for you, that you thought of him when you touched yourself.

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

° A realtively high one. The years he was single, only used as a plaything by Kirby, definitely made him look for a girlfriend. So after you take your relationship to the next level, like teasing, it doesn't take much for him to become needy.

°Too often he finds himself daydreaming about you and the things you could do. The things you've done before he even notices how his pants are getting tighter and catches your knowing look. No one has to wonder why the film club is locked during the break.

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Z = Zzz (how quickly do they fall asleep afterwards)

°It depends again on how the night went. If he has been pushed to his limits, you have teased him for a long time and taken care of him. He'll fall asleep quickly after you're done, more from exhaustion than anything else, but he'll still make sure you're okay.

°If he is the active part he will be tired and exhausted but wait until you have fallen asleep. Holding you and telling you movie facts and stories while you snuggle up to him and only then will he fall asleep.

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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. 

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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. 

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okay, guys! me n charlie walker r officially dating!!!

[tacotruckxveniceb1tch]

hiii i’m coco and i want to start writing again so send requests for any of these characters and i’ll try my best to write them

i’m also not really experienced writing a male reader however i’ll try my best to keep it gender neutral if asked

that 70s show

eric forman

micheal kelso

stranger things

steve harrington

robin buckley

(maybe???) eddie munson

criminal minds

these can be romantic or x daughter!reader

jennifer jareau

spencer reid

emily prentiss

aaron hotchner

scream

ethan landry

chad meeks-martin

wes hicks

charlie walker

mindy meeks-martin

there’s also more characters i’m down to write, request whatever you want and if i know them i’ll write for them