#charlie walker x fem!reader

[joshlmbrt]

Could you write something for Charlie walker where he has a girlfriend but she goes to a different school so his friends have never met her and they think he's lying about her, then he brings her to the stabathon.

Also no killer or he isn't one of to killers

i love when losers (said with affectionately) get girlfriends & their friends do NOT believe it whatsoever - so thank you for this request! i hope i do it justice<3 w; short :( no ghostface in this one - besides the movies and mentions of the first scream!

“i don’t get why we’re just standing here,” kirby looks around at all the teens and some middle age people crowd into the old theater that robbie and charlie had set up. “we’re going to be late waiting for his imaginary girlfriend. plus, all the snacks will be gone.”

charlie narrows his eyes at the blonde. “she’ll be here.”

“mm. okay, i’ll meet you guys inside.” she claps her hands together, walking towards the entrance. the banner slightly waves in the wind.

“are you sure you told her the right place?”

“why would i not give her the-” he pauses and smiles, hand shooting up in the air as he waves. “i told you. she’s real.”

robbie’s brows lift when you jog up the steps. you stop by charlie, taking a breath.

“hey, love. sorry i’m late,” you press a quick kiss to his cheek, leaving by a glossy print before pulling away. charlie makes no move to wipe it away. “a couple of guys got in the way. i didn’t think stabathon was this big.” you look around.

he chuckles and shrugs. “a lot of people like how cheesy the movies are.”

you smile and nod, eyes landing on robbie. “and you must be robbie.”

“oh, uh, yeah.” he nods.

“nice to meet you! charlie’s told me a lot about you. and his other friends.”

“they’re inside. come on.” his hand grabs yours, pulling you towards the entrance.

robbie stands, mouth parted with a dumbfounded look on his face. “she’s real?”

[deadgurlfilmz]

Charlie Walker x fem!reader- smut

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summary- after a long night of trying to sleep you finally give up and ask your boyfriend for help but it doesn't go the way it was supposed to

warnings- swearing, making out, suggestive themes, getting caught

you couldn't sleep. you tried everything drinking warm milk before bed, laying in every position you could think of, listening to ASMR but nothing was working. but you had an idea you grabbed you phone of your bedside table and scrolled through your contacts until you found your boyfriend Charlies name you messaged him.

y/n- hey char, you awake?

it didn't take him long to respond.

char<3- hey babe what's up?

y/n- I cant sleep...

y/n- could you help;)

char<3- I would love to but Robbie is here

y/n- char you know I can be quiet

char<3- fine. do you need me to pick you up?

y/n- No its okay<3

you quickly got out of bed running to put on your crocs (in sport mode obvi) you ran down the stairs grabbing your keys and going to your car.

the drive to Charlies was not long you had the windows rolled down , wind blowing through your hair. The aux was blasting trust by Brent Faiyaz (his music is so GOODDD😫)

you parked your car in the walkers residences driveway. then making your way to charlies bedroom window.

In front of the Walker residence there is a big oak tree and if you climbed the right branches you could make it directly outside Charlie's window.

You knocked on Charlie's window to get his attention, he jamp at the sudden noise but waved when he saw his sleep deprived girlfriend.

"Hey baby" he said taking your hand leading you into his room.

"Hi char" you said then closing the window behind you.

"Where's Robbie?" You asked

"I managed to persuade him into the spare room down the hall" he said with a smirk

Charlie pulled you in for a kiss, his lips are so soft and tasted like cola chapstick. But during the kiss you felt something hard poking your upper thigh

You looked how to see the growing tent in Charlie's pyjama pants.

"Ohhh someone's exited to see me" you said while palming his erection.

Charlie let out a whimper (probably a lot louder than he should have with Robbie only a room away) "fuckk y/n I need you"

"Need you to char" you pushed Charlie onto the bed so he was laying on his back then you started to strip the only thing you kept on was your bra.

Charlie pulled his pants down enough so he could free his aching cock. You crawled on the bed straddling Charlie you placed your hands on his chest as you sunk down onto his leaking member.

"Baby your so tight" Charlie moaned (this time definitely to loud)

As you started to bounce but Charlie's bedroom door opened.

"Charlie are you okay? I thought I could hear you in pain." Robbie looked over to see you riding Charlie his face was covered in shock

"What on earth have I stumbled into?" Robbie asked himself. "Oh hello y/n L/n fancy seeing you here" Robbie chuckled

"ROBBIE LEAVE" Charlie shouted as he put his hands up to cover your almost exposed chest from Robbie.

"No, no guys carry on pretend im not here" Robbie smirked

"ROBBIE FUCKING LEAVE" you shouted

"Jeez okay I'm leaving" Robbie put his hands up to try defend himself

When Robbie left for the spare room you got off Charlie and started dressing.

"What a fucking cockblock" Charlie said pulling his pants up.

"Y'know that's probably the most action he's gotten like ever" you giggle

Charlie laughs with you as he's getting under the sheets.

"spend the night?" Charlie asks

"Of course char" you say climbing into bed with him.

[ashes-writing]

devil pt II | scream 4 ; c.walker

A/N ; This one just got straight up filthy with a side of unhealthy obsession. I feel like this is my true foray into darker themes and given that this is for a slasher fic, this is probably going to get pretty damn gory. So, if the updates to this are not as forthcoming as my updates for say.. Stranger Things, CSI or Marvel + any of the other fandoms I write for, just know that it's because I have to kinda like.. distance myself with this one so it doesn't get in my head so much. Because I want to do this right. And realistic as I can get. If I'm going for darkness, I'm going as far in as I can.

Anyway.. here we are, I guess. Read all the warnings below. Please. For the love of God, read the warnings.

Pairing ; Charlie Walker -Ghostface x fem!reader.

Timeline / Other Stuff to Note ; devil - the first part to this can be found by clicking. This is very loosely going to follow the plot of Scream 4, me thinks with a twist or two possible because I have a very vague idea in mind as to what I want to do with this.

Tag List ; @schizoauthoress is the only person on my horror taglist -- but if this is something you can't read pls don't, okay?. if you'd like to be added to my taglists for anything including Scream 4, please let me know or add yourself -> here.

18+ only; minors absofuckinlutely not. Go read fluff. Also, if you're not into somnophilia -with slightly hinky consent given that reader is half asleep when she consents, biting and marking, a very dark and possessive obsession type 'love' and other dark themes in the future as well as mentions of murder ; blood ; gore, body fluids and other stuff, this is not the mini fic for you. Kind of very much a dead dove/don't eat. You control your own reading experience, that's not up to me. You've been warned.

Other Stuff ; tag list doc || my rules - fandoms and some characters I write for || requests are open (pls.. pls... send me things) but they're limited to headcanon asks + filth/fluff alphabet letters and I'm not accepting wrestling / wrestlers in my ask box. Any other fandom/character but wrestling that I happen to write for is fine and I beg of you -> send me things.

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A crisp breeze blows through your open window as you sleep. As you promised earlier, you left it open for Charlie but a little after 10 pm and no sign of him even attempting to show up and you decided that maybe he’d just said it to be a jerk, to laugh tomorrow if you brought it up.

You’ve just gotten settled into bed, your back facing away from the window. Your favorite shirt to sleep in -a black one that’s old and thin with the Harley Davidson logo on front, is hiked up just slightly over a pair of black lace panties as you toss and turn and try to drift off to sleep. But you’re thinking about the way he kissed you with his hands all over you in the supply closet at the back of your classroom earlier in the day and the more you think about it and replay it in your head, the more frustrated -and wet, you seem to get. You’re aching for some kind of way to relieve your frustration.

With an annoyed huff, you shove your arm beneath the black pillow under your head and you kick the covers completely off your body because despite the chill in the air, it’s hot. You’re hot, burning all over because all you can do is lie there and replay what happened at school over and over again in your mind.

You try to tell yourself that he’s not coming, if he were, he’d probably have stopped by hours ago and finally, after what feels like endless tossing and turning and countless prayers of frustration sent up to whatever deity might hear, you can feel your eyes getting heavy. As sleep takes over, the music you were listening to via the earbuds in your ears switches from one classic rock song to another. And with the volume you have the music turned up to as it plays through your phone as you sleep, you can’t hear any little outside noises going on around you.

Charlie slips in through the open window and nearly falls to the floor. As he stands in the middle of your room, his eyes dart around -an attempt to familiarize himself with the place because it’s his every intention to spend as much time as he can here, close to you. He chuckles at the posters tacked on your wall. The clothing bursting out of your closet in a chaotic clusterfuck of bold and vibrant red, stark white and black or dark gray because those are the colors you primarily stick to most of the time. He makes his way over to the overfilled vanity table with it’s various cosmetics and a jewelry box with costume jewelry and your preferred huge, bold and loud earrings inside an open drawer and he picks up a silver framed picture of you as a little girl on the back of a motorcycle with some burly and terrifying looking man sitting behind you, his arms around.

He knows it’s your father, it has to be but.. Charlie can’t stop the rush of jealousy he feels at the sight of someone else touching you.

You roll in the bed so that you’re facing him and your quiet little sigh and moan -his name, no less, catch Charlie Walker’s undivided attention. He moves to the bed and seats himself along the edge. You’re completely out from beneath the black bandana print comforter that’s nearly piled on the floor. The shirt you’re sleeping in is threadbare, borderline see through and it’s twisted from all your movement in sleep so that he can see the curve of your ass and the way black lace barely hides your pretty little pussy.

“Sorry I’m late, kitten.” he mutters, mostly to himself because he can tell by your light snores that you’ve fallen asleep. He positions himself over your body and brushes your hair out of the way of your face and the side of your neck.

His cock is strained against his jeans. He can feel it twitch and ache with need. All he can think about is how much he wants to push your panties to the side, unzip and pull down his jeans and bury his cock to the hilt in your warmth and fuck you til he’s all empty and you’re dripping because he’s filled you up.

His hand skims over your exposed thigh and he nips at your neck, sucking. Leaving a little mark against your soft and unmarred flesh. The harder his lips lock against your skin, the more he finds himself unable to resist thrusting his clothed bulge against the curves of your ass as he leaned over you from behind.

He gets a little bolder as he continues to thrust, working himself into a frenzy. His hand slips beneath your sleeping form and closes around your soft tits, squeezing. By now he’s panting, growling and  groaning against your ear, his censor is gone completely. You’re starting to wake up and you roll onto your back to look up at him, blinking the sleep out of your eyes as you yawn. He positions himself between your legs and his mouth meets your mouth all over again, just a little kiss to wake you up completely, he thinks, yeah.. That should do it.

You arch your back away from the bed and cling to him, deepening the kiss as you give a sleepy little giggle. “Didn’ think you were gonna make ‘t.” your sleepy drawl has him chuckling quietly. Caressing your face with one hand as the other disappears between your bodies and settles against your dripping sex. When he feels how wet you are against his hot palm, he growls into the kiss. “I told you I’d be here.”

“Yeah, well.” you  gasp out the words as a shiver races through you when his hand squeezes and rubs your clothed sex. Your hand digs into the mattress and the other one digs into his shoulder as your legs fall open even wider for him. He leans back slightly, ocean colored eyes settling on the wet cloth  clinging to your pussy and he licks his lips, leaning into you from above all over again. “Still sleepy, princess?” he mumbles the question lazily against the shell of your ear. You yawn again, it can’t be helped.

You are still sleepy but you’re afraid that if you answer yes then he’ll go and you don’t want him to go.

The arguing kicks up all over again downstairs and you cringe into him, gazing up. “Ignore them.”

Charlie bites his lip and nods. “I asked you a question.”

“If I say yes..” you pout as his finger slips over the soaked lace covering your warm and wet sex. Charlie chuckles. You’re twice as wet for him now as you were not even ten seconds ago. His teeth latch against your throat and you whimper as your hand fists the mattress again. “Hm? You were gonna say something, babe. Say it. C’mon.”

“I don’t want you to go.” -and you didn’t, especially not now, not with the arguing down below reaching a fever pitch. If he left, you’d be stuck there alone to listen to it. To hold your breath and just hope to God that things didn’t spiral out of control too badly. Because you didn’t dare intervene.

Hearing you admit that you wanted him there and you didn’t want him to leave had him smirking a little. “I’m not gonna leave.” he drags a long and thin finger right down your slit and when you shiver, he gazes down at you, teeth tug at his bottom lip and he’s lost in thought. “It might put a damper on what you want outta me though.” he trails off, frowning a little before adding quietly, “Unless you just wanna go back to sleep and let me give you what I know you want and  get what I need right now?”

To emphasize just how badly he wants you, he bucks himself against you and you gasp as you feel the way his cock is pushing hard against the zip fly of his jeans. You swallow hard and lick your lips. Your lids are still so, so heavy with sleep and you can barely stay awake, you’re fighting a yawn or two as you attempt to answer him. But along with the sleepiness you feel, you’re so turned on, you’re so damn horny that you want his cock inside you.

“C’mon, princess. All you gotta do is sleep. Let me take care of you, hm?” his voice is smooth; soft. A raspy velvet purr as his mouth drags right down your pulse and he presses his hips down into your lower body, the bulge in his jeans putting barely enough pressure against your achy cunt. The ache really starts to throb.

“Okay.” you mumble softly, giggling quiet when you shock him by admitting, “It sounds kind of hot. You using me to get off like I’m a little fuck doll.” and at your confession, Charlie swallows hard. He gapes at you a second or two because honestly, he hadn’t ever expected you to agree to what he’s about to do.

The fact that not only have you agreed but you want him to do it, holy shit. He’s almost feral and if he thought his cock was hard a few seconds ago, it’s nothing compared to now. His mouth crashes against yours violently, a biting kiss that leaves your lips aching by the time he’s done. You’re starting to doze off again and you’ve rolled onto your side again, one of your legs bent at the knee. Exposing that perfect dripping little cunt because your panties barely cover you enough.

But he’s not an animal, so he doesn’t just start pounding away at your pretty little pussy like he’s dying to… His fingers slip into your panties and he drags them between your folds. They bury deep inside you, twisting and scissoring in a come hither motion as he grunts against your neck. His other hand slips up beneath the thin black shirt and a thumb rolls across your nipples. He can’t resist the urge to thrust himself against your soft little ass and his breath hangs in his throat when he manages to get himself real worked up all over again. Your juices are flowing, coating his fingers, “Fuckin hell.” he mutters in awe as you arch your ass towards him and this causes his fingers to bury deeper inside. Strumming against spongy softness that has his entire body tensing up when he feels the way your pussy clamps around his fingers.

He can’t take it anymore, he has to be inside of you. Filling you so full that you leak when he’s finished.

He slips off your bed and after licking his fingers clean and wishing you were fully awake to see him as he does it, he lets his pants and boxers fall to your bedroom floor, kicking them free at the ankle as he’s managed to get his shoes off first. He tugs his shirt off and lets it settle on the floor next to his jeans and boxers and then he’s back on you, his finger hooking in black lace and tugging until it comes away with a silent rip.

The arguing is so loud downstairs. His gut instinct is to get you the fuck out and away from this shit, but he has to remind himself that’ll come at the end of everything he’s got planned for the sleepy little town you both live in. Then he can get you out of here. He can have you all to himself.

His hand fists his cock, lining it up with your tight, wet little cunt and he slides right in. But the way your pussy grips his length has him pausing, breath hung in his throat as he tries to adjust to the tight squeeze. You’ve tensed up just a little and you whimper soft. It hits him then and he has to ask. He can’t just not ask what he suspects.

“Babe.” he nips at your earlobe. “You’ve done this before, right?”-- he’s touching you all over, nuzzling his nose against your racing pulse urgently. “C’mon, doll.. Answer me.” he groans out against your soft skin as he continues to rut himself against you, “ Then you can go back to sleep like I promised, ‘kay?”

“Nuh uh. Never.” you yawn out the words sleepy and he growls to himself upon hearing confirmation that you’re a virgin. 

“Fuck.” the word hangs in the air and he waits until he feels you unclench just a little. When you’ve started to relax and you whine quietly and pout over your shoulder at him as you remind him in a hushed sleepy whisper that he’s supposed to be fucking you back to sleep, he can’t help but chuckle. “Gotta be easy, princess, -ah” he growls out as he feels your body arching back towards him, this makes you drag over his length with those tight fuckin walls and the way your pussy is so wet he can feel it coat every single inch of his cock, oh my god. It’s all he can do to keep from cumming hard. His free hand skims your curves as you lie in front of him on your side. He can’t resist, so when the urge comes to suck at soft flesh and leave a huge mark right there on that little spot between your neck and shoulders  so you’ll see it when you’re fully awake. 

“Are you okay now, princess?” he asks when he hears you whimper in need, the sound as if it’s choked out of you. You take a shaky breath or two. That soft and dream-like voice as you answer quietly, “Please.. Need.. Wanna feel you, Charlie.” to confirm, to beg for more has his last sliver of self preservation shot. He buries his cock deeper, the tip pushing against your abdomen just so that he can slightly feel it under his fingers as his hand rests against your tummy. “Jesus, fuck!” he groans, his cock absolutely buried, flooded by the way you’re gushing wet. “You’re gonna be the death of me.” he mumbles breathlessly as he starts to speed up his thrusts a little, his cock slamming against your cervix a time or two and making you whimper out as you start to wake up a little better. “Charlie, oh –ah, fuck, rightthererightthererightthere.” you whine, rocking your ass back against him which has his cock hitting at an all new angle that feels so good to you both that his hand digs into your breast and he squeezes hard. His teeth sink in against the space between your neck and shoulders as he pounds away harder, bottoming out, the tip of his cock brushing against the spongy softness of your g-spot. “Not yet, babe.” he groans when he feels your walls clamp down, “Don’t you dare cum yet.”

“P-please!” the word is choked out, frantic. A louder moan than you intended. Charlie laughs, quiet. The sound erupts from deep inside. “You’re begging for it, hm?” he questions as his hand dips down and his fingers began to circle your throbbing clit a little. He continues to fuck into you from behind, bottoming out a second time. You melt back against him and you try again to hold off like he’s demanded but you can’t take much more. “I n-need, fuck.. Please let me cum.” you whine as you rock harder back against him.

You’re awake now, an active -and very willing participant in the surrender of your virginity. The way you’re writhing around below him and whimpering, the way his name flies from your mouth and your hands grip the bedsheets and his shoulder only confirm one thing for him.

The two of you are fuckin endgame. And he’ll do whatever he has to, he’ll spill as much blood as he needs to make sure it stays this way.

After all, what’s a stone cold killer without his sultry little scream queen?

[fxiryeon]

Clarisse: Hey you wanna play 21 questions ??

Y/N: Sure !!

Y/N: What’s your favourite colour ?

Clarisse: Triangle. Are you into women ?

[reinerszn]

scream men when breeding !

content warnings: nsfw/smut, dark content, afab!reader, contains ethan, chad, and charlie, they all dom in this, sub!reader, gf!ethan, noncon, mentions of baby trapping, virgin!reader (ethan), mentions of bodily fluids (cum, blood), p in v, unprotected sex (don’t be like them!!), pet names (baby, princess, puppy, sweet thing, pretty girl, bitch), praise, if there’s anything else, lmk :3

xylea’s note: got nails done while this was in my drafts 😭 getting use to them so that’s why it took me so long to finish this :( anyways!! i’m more than willing to do multiple parts for this and include the girls!!! just let me know who’d u wanna see next :PP also first time including dark content.. pleaseeeee block me or refrain from reading this if ur not comfy with that!

CHAD MEEKS-MARTIN.

━╋ AGHHHH he’d be the type to talk you through it, letting it be known how much he loved the way your cunt would squeeze around him. he loves praising you :(( he also knows that his praise is what keeps you going. he loves to worship your body, leaving lingering touches and grabs as well with endless kisses all over.

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“oh fuck baby.. you’re doing so well f’me. so pretty like this. want me to—fuck— give you a baby?” he’d coo out, watching you become undone before his eyes. the way you squirmed and arched your back, attempting to wriggle out of his firm grip gave him an overwhelming feeling that made him feel like he had possessed such a strong power over you.

chad has you on your back, legs pressed up against your chest n tummy. your eyes were screwed shut from the pure bliss you were feeling from his fat cock stretching your cunt out. “don’t hear you answerin’ me princess.”

“yes please— chad pleasee,” you’d whine out. “give me a baby.. want you to be a daddy.”

and that just pushed him over the edge. all you could feel were the hot ropes of his cum spilling into your womb and all you could hear were chad’s continuous grunts and praises of how well you were doing.

ETHAN LANDRY.

━╋ we’re talking about ghostface!ethan here. he is absolutely ruthless. he’d definitely want to fill you up til’ it’s leaking out your pretty hole and running down your thighs for everyone to see. he’d only have the intent of getting you knocked up just to trap you into staying with him. he’d call you all these pretty names but his intentions were far from wholesome n pure.

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you were currently pressed against the cold, brick wall in a vacant alleyway. the wind blew against your skin, causing goosebumps to form. ethan was rutting inside you, his thick cock stretching you out so prettily. from the intense stretch and you being a virgin, you bled a bit on his cock. “oh you pretty girl.. bleedin’ all over my cock. ‘m g’na give you a baby.. you’ll never be able to leave me.” your head fell limp onto his shoulder and you squealed, nails digging into the flesh of his back and through the thin, black robe he was wearing. “too much.. ‘s too big!”

“you can take it baby.” he’d say between grunts. “sweet dumb thing.. drooling and panting like a bitch in heat.” a few more thrusts between your velvety walls and he was already spilling into you, keeping his cock inside. after making sure his cum was buried deep in, he pulled out and slid your panties back up.

“you’ll look so pretty as a momma, baby.”

CHARLIE WALKER.

━╋ he’s a perv!!!! argue w me if u think otherwise. he’s had the fattest crush on you and would always try to get you to notice him someway somehow. of course you knew who he was; his desperate attempts were very patent. he’d try to flip up your skirt to take a peak at your panties or rub his dick against your ass every time he’d somehow get pressed up against you. very cliche but one day he just got fed up and pulled you into a vacant classroom and fucked you so sweetly for wearing such a short skirt to school.

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“wearing sucha tiny skirt to flaunt that ass of yours, huh baby?” you weren’t even wearing panties underneath! charlie’s head began to cloud up. he slipped through your folds without warning, filling you up deliciously. you felt so tight around him and he couldn’t help but whimper and bury himself all into you. “fucckkk baby.. s’tight!”

you were already all braindead on his cock :( feeling him invade through your walls to kiss your cervix. “charlieee.. what if— what if someone walks in on us!” you manage to whine out, head limp on the desk as he fucked you so sweetly. “you’d want that, huh baby. wanna show people how much of a good girl you are, right? takin’ my dick so good, isn’t that right?” he’s nuzzle his head into the crook of your neck, his hot breath down on your skin. all you could do was nod your head dumbly.

he was drilling into your cunt; the squelches your pussy was giving him only riled him up more. “g’na fill you up all nice with my cum.. make you plump with my babies.” charlie would be so grabby, fondling with your meaty hips and your chubby ass.

“please.. please please please fill me up.” your breathy moans, whines and whimpers were so heavenly, he wished he could be able to hear them all the time. “i will baby.. i’ll have it drip down those pretty thighs of yours too. making sure everybody knows you’re mine.”

with that, he pushed deep inside, emptying his balls into you. grunts and whimpers left his lips as he sloppily kissed your neck, leaving wet kisses.

[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

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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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[quicksilversg1rl]

no I literally need him inside my veins

I want him inside my skin

I need him so bad this isn’t funny anymore

[shebreathedherlast]

Daughter of the Sea

Part IV

Masterlist

Back to the Beginning

Luke Castellan x f!reader

Summary: You, Luke, and Clarisse embark on your quest. You reminisce on how Luke and you became enemies in the first place.

Work Count: 2k

TW: Weapons, mean Luke, broken nose, blood, humiliation

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You, Clarisse and Luke had been walking for hours, and to make matters worse the bright sun was beating down on your back the whole time. Your body felt hot and the warmth of the flare in the sky created a sheen layer of sweat on your skin.

Looking over to Luke who was trudging forward despite the heat you couldn’t help but feel envious of his stamina. You and Clarisse trailed behind the Hermes boy barely having the energy to place one foot in front of the other.

Luke was now nearly out of sight and for some reason his stamina was starting to get on your nerves. Maybe it was cause you craved his endurance, or maybe because you wanted to prove that you were better than him, that was typically the case.

You wondered how the boy appeared to be good at everything. He could fight, he helped around camp, he mentored campers, he was social and everyone looked up to him. Luke Castellan was Camp Half Blood’s golden-boy but you knew that there was a certain something he was hiding underneath his illusion of perfection. He was certainly not perfect in your eyes.

Luke Castellan was a puzzle.

One you were determined to solve.

He was attacking you in the woods one day, taunting you in the most humiliating ways and the next he pretended that there was nothing wrong. Almost as if he hadn’t tried to break your am. He was an enigma, a mystery…but you always had a nick for playing detective.

In all honesty, you had no idea why he hated you. You didn’t understand what you had done to make him despise you more than his own father. On the other hand, you had every reason to loathe him.

You remembered your first month at camp like it was yesterday.

You were thirteen.

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After your mom and her boyfriend had shipped you off to camp you knew that your life would be living hell. And you were right.

Staying in the crowded Hermes Cabin was torture, to say the least. The unclaimed sons and daughters of the gods as well as the minor gods and even Hermes' children themselves all inhabited the cabin. You were the new camper. The one who was bound to be picked on.

You were the kid just thrown aside by their mortal parent.

Unwanted that’s what you were.

Nobody wanted you. Not your mom, not your so-called friends, not your godly parent, not even these other half-bloods.

In your mind it wasn’t as if the kids at camp hated you, no, it was more so that they didn’t want anything to do with you.

They simply didn’t care.

That was until a certain Hermes boy came your way. He was kind. He helped you navigate your way through camp. He acknowledged you. Throughout your whole life, he was the only person who made you feel seen.

He was even the first person who taught you how to hold a sword.

Yes, Luke Castellan was your first friend, but you know what they say: friends come and friends go.

And he went.

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You knew that Luke had only been a camper a little longer than you. You knew he was desperate for glory. He wanted to be respected- he wanted to be liked.

Like you, he wanted to be accepted.

Unfortunately, his desires cast an ever-dooming shadow on your friendship.

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Luke had humiliated you in front of the whole camp to gain the other campers as so-called “friends.”

He had led you into a clearing not far from camp. Luke claimed he had found some kind of amplified form ambrosia that would grant the consumer the ability to see who their true godly parent was.

It was then that he had exploited your biggest insecurity.

After you slipped a berry into your mouth, your body began to convulse. You remember how Luke’s eyes widened and his arms wrapped around your waist to study your swaying movements. But the small curtsy would do nothing to earn your forgiveness.

After your body grew accustomed to whatever Luke convinced you to eat, almost everything went blank. You didn’t know for months after the event what actually happened. And during that time, you still remained near Luke’s side - that was until five months later when Clarisse La Rue told you what transpired.

Luke had given you Magemenos Berries. They were rare fruits located on the border of the camp and everyone in their right mind knew to stay away from them. Everyone but you. The berries enchanted whoever consumed them to obey anything that the first person who saw them said.

Clarisse told you how Luke and his friends had messed with you. Commanding you to do ridiculous things in front of the whole camp. One of the boys near Luke prompted him to make you act like a mindless mutt.

“Crawl to me,” Luke commanded. “Crawl to me on all fours like a mutt.”

And you did.

His commands only became more ruthless and his words harsher.

But you still obeyed. You couldn’t resist the pull of the enchantment.

Luke’s friends had laughed and praised him, granting him the validation he so desperately craved.

You were the laughingstock at camp. For months people teased and belittled you. They called you: “Mutt” “Dog” and their favourite, “Luke’s Bitch.” It was humiliating. You had cried yourself to sleep many nights and when you finally got the courage to confront Luke about what happened, his friends were near him. They cackled at your presence, teasing you mercilessly. You remember the way your voice cracked when you asked him, “Is…-is it true?” Luke tore his gaze away from your wet eyes. “I-” he spoke before his friends joined in laughing and confirming every horrible story you heard.

Your eyes met Luke’s. Betrayed and humiliated, that’s what he had done to you. He looked remorseful but with a nudge from one of the guys with him, all sorrow disappeared from his features. He even had the nerve to join them.

He was your first real friend, but you guessed even that was fake too.

You took a shaky breath, composing yourself. All your emotions molding into one, anger. You turned your back to him, taking a step away from the group. Luke murmured something, almost out of hearing distance, but not quite.

“Mutt”

Luke had used you to get what he wanted, acceptance.

You heard those four letters tumble out of his mouth and you couldn’t take it anymore. All the humiliation, all the teasing, all the manipulation. In one swift moment, you had turned back to face him. The next moment you had curved your fingers into the palm of your hand, and swung.

Luke Castellan had betrayed, humiliated, and played you. In return, you punched him in the face. Blood gushed from his nose and mouth.

“Damn it,” he mumbled under his breath, “Why are you such a bitch”

You narrowed your eyes at him, spitting onto the ground beneath his feet. “I swear before the gods, Luke Castellan, I will always hate you for this. I will make your life a living hell. Anything you do, I’ll do better. Anything you want, I’ll get it sooner. Any respect people have for you will be mine. You are dead to me.”

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That was four years ago.

You and Luke never made up.

You went from friends to rivals, and rivals to enemies.

You would never let go of how he humiliated you, and you would torture his soul as long as you lived.

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“Come on guys. You two are so slow I could probably complete this whole quest on my own. I could even do it before the both of you made it up this hill.”

There goes Luke Castellan again.

Egotistical prick.

Clarisse just shook her head in amusement and rolled her eyes. Unlike you, she didn’t mind Luke, and most of the time they actually got along.

She picked up the pace and soon she was nearing the insufferable boy before you.

You still trailed behind, the sun made it too hot to move.

“C’mon, Chaos,” Luke yelled from behind the hill, “I thought when you were thirteen you promised that anything I do you’d do it better?”

You only groaned in response, annoyed, irritated, and too hot to think.

“Shut up, Castellan, I’m trying to think.”

You neared the hill, now seeing Clarisse and Luke below you.

“What in Olympus do you need to think about?” He questioned, “All you’re doing is putting one foot in front of the other.”

You were too exhausted to indulge in his meaningless arguing.

Breathing heavily you took step after miserable step, desperately wishing that a taxi service was closer than forty miles away.

When you finally caught up with the other two half-bloods you nearly fainted into Clarisse’s arms. You’re body sagged against her. You were sure she was as equally hot as you were. “Remind me why you chose me to come on this quest with you?” You asked the Ares girl, out of breath.

She chuckled as she pushed you back onto your feet, reaching into her backpack for something. Her hand retrieved a granola bar which you accepted gratefully. The two of you maneuvered your way to a birch tree nearby.

“Luke!” Clarisse called, “We’re taking a break.”

Luke who was still walking pivoted and sighed as he came closer to you and Clarisse.

You scoffed at his presence and the girl beside you only nudged you, telling you to, “be nice.”

And that was coming from the daughter of the god of war.

The Hermes boy leaned against the tree as you and Clarise sat down on the luscious green grass. You bit off a piece of your granola bar and Clarisse took a long gulp of her water.

Luke leaned over, dark curls were suddenly in front of you as he reached over for Clarisse’s backpack. “Hey, uh…do you have any more of those apple cinnamon granola bars?” He asked.

The Ares girl shook her head, signifying a “no.”

“You’re*,* Chaos, here is eating the last one as we speak.” She said.

Luke’s head turned to you, his face inches away from yours. A certain look in his eyes you did not like.

You knew what he wanted, and you were not going to give it to him. If he was any other person you would’ve maybe shared, but this was Luke Castellan, the worst half-blood out there.

You met his eyes, firm and dark, “No.” You stated, clutching the granola bar close to your chest.

A smirk curled his lips, “I wasn’t asking.”

And without a second to spare Luke had swiped the protein bar from your hand, and took a bite.

No wonder he was the son of the god of thieves.

“Castellan!” You exclaim in anger, pushing yourself upright.

He only snickered in response, “My bad, Chaos. You want it back?”

“It has all your saliva on it.” You pointed out, disgusted.

He nodded, “Mmm, just how you like it.”

You grimace, shutting your eyes in disgust. "Gross," you said under your breath.

Clarisse calls you and Luke from ahead. “Come on you slowpokes, let’s get a move on, shall we?”

You glare at Luke as you return to Clarisse’s side. “Castellan’s the worst,” You complain to her.

She sighs, “Well at least you two aren’t violently threatening each other like every other time you’re within fifty feet of each other.”

You scoff, turning back to glace at Luke behind you, “Believe me, I want to.”

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A/n I really hope to continue this series, I just feel so unmotivated to write.

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[angelsnkisses]

Birthday Wishes ♡ - Charlie x fem!reader

‼️ NSFW - MDNI ‼️

warnings: sub!charlie, dom!fem!reader, alcohol, intoxication, semi-public sex, creampie

The party was busy, bass thumping through your body and the stench of liquor in the air. Dozens of drunk bodies stumbled around, mingling and enjoying themselves. Charlie's birthday party had a bigger turnout than you expected, and now you couldn't even find him through all the other people.

You had wanted to make his birthday memorable, and your parents were conveniently out of town. What better reason to throw a party? You'd only invited maybe 30 people, but people must have told their friends, because it was packed. You wouldn't be surprised if half the school had shown up.

You located your group of friends, half of them with their boyfriends. 'Jackpot, they probably know where Charlie is,' you thought to yourself, making your way over to them.

"Hey, great party! Didn't know you could pull it off," one of them said, reaching out to pat your shoulder. You scoffed, taking a swig from your drink. "Of course I pulled it off, I'm the shit," you boasted, before looking at Robbie, the only person not holding any booze.

"Have you seen Charlie?" you asked, and he nodded, pointing to the kitchen. "Yeah man, he was just looking for you, actually. He went that way, I think."

You said thanks before heading towards the direction he pointed, finishing off your drink before setting the cup on a random surface. You entered the kitchen, a couple people lingering around. Sure enough, Charlie was in there, leaning against the counter and talking to someone, beer in hand.

"Finally, I've been looking for you," you said, walking up to him and standing at his side. He turned, a grin on his face as he snaked his arm around your waist, pulling you in. "Hey, gorgeous," he beamed, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek. You giggled, eyes flickering to his lips.

Whoever he was talking to gave him a quick 'happy birthday' before leaving you guys be, probably not interested in viewing your little lovefest. Charlie was definitely tipsy, but he seemed sober enough to know what he was doing.

You pulled back, taking his hand in yours and standing close to him. You guys started to walk out of the kitchen, no designated destination in mind.

"Thanks for doing this, by the way. Definitely better than my last birthday," he smiled, bringing his drink up to his lips. Upon discovering it was empty, he tossed the can on the already littered floor. You let it slide, considering he had to help you clean up the next day anyways. You smiled, too, partly because you were proud of yourself, but mostly because he was happy. Which of course, made you happy.

"Anytime. Come on, our friends are waiting," you encouraged, pulling on his hand. To your surprise, he kept his grip on you, not moving. You looked at him with a confused smile, gesturing behind you. "They're over there.. what are we waiting for?"

He pulled you closer, leaning down so only you could hear him.

"I have a better idea.." he mumbled, a hand resting on your lower back. You snorted, pulling your hand from his and gently pushing his chest.

"Charlie, people are watching," you whined, your face turning red. You heard him tut before pulling back, his own face a little pink, too. He had almost forgotten it wasn't just the two of you, you had a way of affecting him like that.

"Well, let's go upstairs, then," he said, taking your hand again when you started to protest. "Come on, please? No one will know. I need you right now," he admitted breathlessly, trying to speak lowly in case anyone was eavesdropping.

You thought about it for a moment, weighing the pros and cons. He didn't seem that drunk, and he was definitely sober enough to be making conscious decisions, but your door didn't have a lock.

"What if someone comes in?" you stressed quietly, and he shook his head, trying to reassure you.

"Nobody's gonna come in, you told everyone to stay downstairs, right? It'll be fine, I promise," he said sincerely. "It is my birthday.." he half joked, making you roll your eyes. Of course he pulled the birthday card.

You were silent for a moment before sighing, finally convinced. "Okay, okay! Fine, but we gotta be quick," you agreed. He grinned wolfishly, smiling like a kid on Christmas.

"Hell yeah, let's go."

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He held your hand the whole way up the stairs, and he didn't let you go until you were both in the bedroom. He turned to face you, immediately leaning down and pressing his lips to yours feverishly.

He pulled back, stumbling a little as he kicked off his shoes, and you smiled, slipping yours off easily. Nobody else was upstairs, and you were grateful people actually listened to your request to stay on the first floor.

As soon as he got the shoes off he was kissing you again, his hands slipping down to sides of your neck. You laughed quietly at his urgency before kissing him back, your hands grabbing at his shirt.

He helped you unbutton it and push it off his shoulders, breaking the kiss so he could pull your top over your head. You were wearing his shirt, a horror film you hadn't seen displayed on the fabric. It was tossed to the floor, next to your feet.

He released a heavy sigh when he saw your chest, leaning down and lazily kissing you again. "So pretty," he said almost inaudibly against your lips.

He was getting impatient, already working on your jeans while he kissed you. He tugged down the restricting denim, pulling back yet again to look at what he was doing. "Are these new? I love them.." he murmured, a hand reaching down to feel the fabric on your hip.

You hummed, your hand pushing his away. "Yeah, they're new. I had to get a few new pairs, since someone keeps taking mine," you teased. He paused, his face heating up as he looked away, embarrassment filling him. Of course you knew it was him, he was the only other person who was ever in your room.

"Aw, don't be embarrassed, baby.. it's cute," you muttered, reaching a hand up to brush his hair out of his face. He leaned into your hand, eyes on yours as you spoke. "It's your birthday, so tell me what you want," you cooed, watching him try to hide his face again. He got embarrassed so easily, and it never failed to amuse you.

"Y/N.." he whined, not wanting to say it out loud. You tilted your head to the side, an encouraging smile twitching at your lips. "Come on, tell me, Charlie," you whispered.

"I- I want you to ride me," he admitted, his voice quiet. You moved, beginning to push him back towards the bed. "Yeah? Want me to make you feel good?" you purred, tugging him down to sit on the edge of the bed. He nodded frantically, his bottom lip between his teeth as you straddled him.

"Yes, I do. Please," he begged softly, his hands resting on your hips. Usually, you'd make him plead for it a little more, but you were in a time crunch. Plus, you didn't wanna keep him waiting. It was his special day.

You glanced at the alarm clock on your bed, cursing when you realized what time it was. People would be wondering where you were pretty soon, and you didn't wanna risk someone coming to look for you.

"Alright, we have to be quick.." you muttered anxiously, a little bummed that you didn't have much time for foreplay. You would make up for it later. You reached down, beginning to unbuckle his jeans hurriedly.

You pulled him out of his boxers, a shaky breath leaving his swollen lips while he watched. You pumped him in your hand a few times, looking down at him with hooded eyes. A broken moan escaped the back of his throat, his tip already leaking precum.

"Oh, fuck.. I've been thinking about this all day," he confessed, his head falling back. He looked at you with need, his cock twitching in your hand. You squeezed him gently, relishing his whiny moan.

You lifted yourself up to hover over his lap, pulling your underwear to the side. You brushed his tip over your wet cunt, listening to him shudder breathlessly.

A flash of panic filled you when you heard faint voices, sounding like they were coming up the stairs. You covered Charlie's mouth with a shaky hand, squeezing your eyes shut and pushing yourself down on him. He groaned into your hand, his hips jerking at the sudden movement.

You blinked back tears, knowing you didn't have time to really let yourself adjust. You ignored the stinging sensation spreading between your legs, leaning down to speak quietly in your boyfriend's ear.

"You gotta be quiet, baby.." you whispered, beginning to bounce up and down in his lap. He whimpered in response, giving you a tortured gaze as he tried to choke back his moans.

You were struggling a bit with your own noises, but you managed. You could hear quiet footsteps down the upstairs hall, making your curse under your breath. Of course somebody had to go and interrupt you.

You made your movements harsher, chasing your own orgasm while simultaneously trying to push Charlie to his. He gasped when you pulled your hand away, burying his face in your neck to muffle himself instead.

"Oh, fuck. You feel so good, please," he moaned desperately, just loud enough for you to hear. Your walls clenched around him when he said that, his words only tightening the knot in your abdomen.

You continued, trying to speed things up. You jerked to a stop when you heard a soft knock on the door, your heart pounding as you turned to face it.

"F-fuck, busy!" you stammered, started to move very, very slow. Charlie breathed a shaky sigh, his cock twitching inside you as he tried to stop himself from bucking his hips up.

"Y/N? Everyone's looking for you and Charlie!" the voice called, and you recognized it as Robbie's. You felt him bite down on your neck, wrapping his arms around your waist as he started to thrust up into you, unable to stop himself.

"N-no.. fuck," you whispered, feeling his tip brush against a certain spot that had your legs shaking. You tried to halt his movements, pleasure rippling through you.

"Just a mm- ah~ just a minute!" you called back, your nails digging into his shoulders. He started sucking on your neck, the slow, silent pace driving you both nuts.

"Jill is asking for you, and we all-" Robbie started again, before Charlie finally pulled back, looking over your shoulder at the door.

"Robbie, come on man," he called in annoyance, his voice strained. There was a long pause, presumably of realization, behind the door before the footsteps started again, getting fainter as he left.

That was gonna be embarrassing later. You didn't dwell on it, picking up your pace again. Pretty soon you were at the same speed as before, your orgasm rapidly approaching.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," Charlie whimpered, his chest heaving and his arms tightening around you. You were just as close, hands cupping his face as you leaned down.

"Good boy, cum for me," you panted, smashing your lips into his. Your teeth clashed a bit as he kissed you back, beginning to moan more consistently. He pulled away when it washed over him, his head falling back and his legs trembling.

"Oh, fuck! Y/N- fuck," he groaned, not caring about being quiet anymore. He pushed his hips up to bury himself as deep as he could, filling you up with ragged, whiny breaths. The feeling triggered your own release, your walls spasming around him and your mind going blank.

When you regained your senses, you breathed a heavy sigh, laying your head on his shoulder. You both just sat there in silence for a minute before he started kissing at your neck, his arms dropping from around you and resting on your hips.

"Jesus.. you think anyone heard us?" he asked quietly, and you shook your head. The music was still loud downstairs. Unless Robbie decided to run his mouth, nobody would even really suspect anything. You could just say you went upstairs to talk or something if anyone asked.

"It's fine, we just gotta hurry back before anyone else decides to poke around," you giggle, slowly lifting yourself off him. He looked down to watch his cum drip out of you, grinning. "That's so hot.. we gotta do that again.. you know, later," he said, looking up at you. You laughed, messing up his hair before climbing off him.

"Trust me, we definitely will."

You guys cleaned up as best as you could before getting dressed and returning to the party. Just like you said, nobody even batted an eye when you came back downstairs. He kept close to you the whole night, though, and made sure to make the most of your alone time when everyone finally went home.

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A/N: holy shit this got long.. i was gonna write about rory himself, considering it's his birthday, but it just felt wrong, idkidk. so here's charlie for you! also, i just watched welcome to willits! the movie itself was kinda not amazing, but possum was so silly 😭. he had me laughing my ass off the whole time, i can't wait to write about him. hope you enjoyed <3!

[solarlunarsstuff]

𖦹- SOLAR'S KINKTOBER M.LIST 2024 !!!

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Hõla and welcome to my 2024 Kinktober masterlist!!! (YIPEE) This is going to be my fisrt one (besides the cancled one), I AM so happy to be apart of this for this year! Be sure to check the warnings and if you're uncomfortable, please ignore!!! (WARNING! ALL IS WRITTEN BY MINOR!!!)

1st "KEEP IT ON" Suguru G.

⁀➷ <clothes> Suguru forces his poor baby into wearing her skirt while pumping her until she can't breath.

2nd "NICE AND TIGHT" Timothée C.

⁀➷ <collars/bondage> Tim loves seeing the red marks on your skin from the tight collars he puts on you.

3rd "MY PRINCESS" Yuji I.

⁀➷ <nicknames> Yuji swears he never uses more than one nickname on you during sex (he's lying)

4th "CALL ME DADDY" Muzan K.

⁀➷ <roleplay> Muzan takes full control in bed but oh does he get worse when you both roleplay.

5th "POPPED BUTTONS" Simon R. (Ghost)

⁀➷ <suits> You'd never think your big boyfriend would look that good in a suit.

6th "KEEP IT LIKE THAT" Satoru G.

⁀➷ <sex toys> He gets so turned on to see you twitch as you cum for the nth time.

7th "LOOK HOW PRETTY YOU ARE" Walker S.

⁀➷ <mirror/window> Forcing your pussy to take him as you see how pathetic you are.

8th "COVER YOUR EYES" Arataki I.

⁀➷ <blindfold> 'Taki is so in love with the fact that you both like feeling than seeing.

9th "ITS GOOD, RIGHT?" Billy (The Kid)

⁀➷ <food> Billy thinks that gagging you with long foods is hot. >-<

10th "I HAVE TO WEAR THIS?" Ellie W.

⁀➷ <crossdressing> Ellie and you decided too swap clothes for a day just for fun and it ended.... Well?

11th "HOW ARE YOU THIS WET?" Toji F.

⁀➷ <wet> You love Toji so much he can't believe how ready you are for him!

12th "WAS I TO ROUGH?" Billy (Ghostface)

⁀➷ <aftercare> Billy is an intimidating man but flips the switch once he finds out you pass out.

13th "MY MARK" Paul A.

⁀➷ <biting> Paul hates going on hour long missions, so he tries to get a taste of you!

14th "YOU LIKE THAT?" Coriolanus S.

⁀➷ <dom/sub> Coryo, well, he's Coryo. He's a bit extra in bed.

15th "KEEP IT DOWN" Mahito

⁀➷ <muffling> His family is in the other room. So hush up before he slaps you harder.

16th "TAKE IT OFF" Luke C.

⁀➷ <striptease> Finding an 19 year old boy at a private strip club is rare but twice the fun!

17th "ON YOUR KNEES" Enmu

⁀➷ <pet play> Forcing you into acting like his pet is one way of intimacy.

18th "RIGHT HERE?" Peeta M.

⁀➷ <public> Peeta is a sweet boyfriend but sometimes the relationship calls for desperate mesures..

19th "DO IT QUICK" Charlie B.

⁀➷ <mouth/oral> Before Charlie goes out for a Grammy award, he needs to 'feed' his pretty girl his mouth full.

20th "STOP SQUIRMING" König

⁀➷ <handcuffs> You messed up a bit (a lot) in training so König needed to tutor you.

21st "RECENTLY MANICURED NAILS" Mike S.

⁀➷ <scratching> Oh how Mike loves to see his back all scratched up from you the night before.

22nd "TOO BAD!" Tom B.

⁀➷ <teasing/edging> Tom sees how hard you cum after edging your cunt a couple of times.

23rd "YOU NEED ROPE TO WHAT?" Alhaithem

⁀➷ <ropes> Keeping you in place with rope that way he could make you cum for as many times as he wants you too.

24th "THATS A NICE COLOR" Wriosthesley

⁀➷ <lingerie> In a dressing room of an adult store while putting a show on for your boyfriend is....Suggestive...

25th "SUCH PRETTY HAIR" Sejanus P.

⁀➷ <hair> Either in bed or in public, Sej always has his hands in your hair.

26th "YOU LIKE MY NOSE?" Hiromi H.

⁀➷ <face riding> From you using his pretty tongue to his nose to reach your own high for the night.

27th "YOU LOVE ME MORE THAN HIM?" Diluc

⁀➷ <polyamore> Diluc, you, and some other friend are in a relationship. But he's sure you love him more.

28th "DROP TO YOUR KNEES" Finnick O.

⁀➷ <begging> Before the reaping, Finnick just needs one long-lasting touch from his gorgeous girlfriend.

29th "WHERE'S THE MASK?" Choso K.

⁀➷ <cosplay> Choso thought 'scaring' you with a Ghostface mask would scare you but it did something else.

30th "WE NEED TO TALK" Megumi F.

⁀➷ <punishment> If you did something stupid, be worried that your fiance will be waiting...with a belt.

31st "DOES IT TASTE GOOD?" Shiu K.

⁀➷ <romance> A nice home prepped dinner with your husband is another way to spend a cozy night.

(BONUS) 32nd "FULL LIKE A DOUBLE-STUFFED DOUGHNUT!" Pyramid H.

⁀➷ <size> How he would love to force himself deep in you. (Raw)

All fics will vary from 250-1k+ words !!! All will be posted on the days thay are assigned at 12:00 PM . And of course, the crossed out fics means I will not be doing them but maybe on a later time !!!

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[vmbrq]

Can we get a best friend charlie who stalks us and somnophilia

i'm not sure if this is you submitting a request for an actual, official fic or not, but if it is, just know that at the moment, i do not take such requests. the most i will do is share some thoughts on it/write something as long as i see fit. but if the latter is what you were interested in when you sent this in, then absolutely!

WRITTEN WITH FEM/AFAB READER IN MIND.

see, stalker charlie walker who also doubles as your best friend is so POSSIBLE. in his brain, you're a pretty girl who genuinely cares about him beyond the plastic facade of feigned concern he's often regarded with whenever someone "accidentally" bumps into him or spills water on his shoes. you actually give him the time of day and believe that all of his rambling and cinematic knowledge are worth listening to.

after discovering kirby's intention of stringing him along like a puppet for fun, he couldn't afford to push your friendship into flirtatious territory. he'd risk losing you or opening the door to another round of disappointment, neither of which he believed he could handle. so, what did it matter that he frequently stole glances at you during class and often admired your profile instead of following along in the class textbook? what did it matter that when he would sit next to you, he would be painfully conscious of your proximity and get excited every time you called his name or turned to face him in such close quarters? what did it matter that he was utterly infatuated with you?

you trusted him. he couldn't just betray the foundation of your friendship and drop his feelings for you in your lap. he couldn't exactly ghost you, either. the only option left was to keep his feelings bottled up and only indulge them behind your back, which, he supposes, was still betrayal in a way. he couldn't imagine you regarding him with anything other than friendly intentions. surely, you'd feel disgusted if you found out how he really felt about you and that this "platonic" relationship wasn't actually platonic at all. but, in his eyes, all that meant was that you simply couldn't find out. what you didn't know couldn't possibly hurt you, right?

it's the excuse he would use to justify his behavior whenever he would tail you from place to place without your knowledge. the way you carried yourself was so enticing. what if some other guy felt the same and approached you and got too pushy? what if someone tried to kidnap you? what if someone hassled you for money? he just wanted to make sure you were safe, that was all. after all, isn't that what a good friend would want?

but soon, the basic stalking evolved into photographing. he was already seeing everything in person, so what was the harm in immortalizing a few moments for his own personal memories? pictures of you eating, pictures of you walking home, pictures of you smiling to another girl as you complimented her dress, pictures centered on your chest or ass whenever you bent down or leaned forward on a flat surface, pictures of your nude body framed by your windowsill as you changed from outfit to outfit.

cartridge after cartridge, shoebox after shoebox, the few photos multiplied. some even ended up gripped tightly between his trembling fingers and spattered with sticky strings of white during the nights he missed your presence a bit extra, a secret that always left him flushed with shame when he descended from his blissful high and his mind cleared. but did he stop? of course not. sure, he tried. sure, the guilt began to eat at him when he had to face you the following day with the image of your smile striped with cum etched into his brain. but each attempt ended up being fruitless, and the guilt never lasted as long as it probably should have.

he knew everything about you--your likes, your dislikes, where you'd go after school, what your go-to orders for different restaurants were, how you preferred to be touched . . . everything. and he would sit there, secretive smiles shrouded behind a veil of innocence and attentiveness, as he listened to you chatter away about what you did the night before. he already knew, of course. nobody knew you better than he did.

but that's the thing about making excuses--the more you make, the easier it is for them to snowball in severity. charlie walker was a textbook example. following you home turned into nonconsensual photographing, which in turn transformed into the ultimate violation of your boundaries. he lurked outside your window, camouflaged by the darkness and shrubbery, heart pounding, for about five minutes before he made his move.

silent and frighteningly efficient, he slipped through your window and maneuvered his way toward your bed. you've fallen asleep in his presence before, but nothing could compare to the unguarded tranquility that emanated from you as you laid there motionless, snuggled up and peaceful in the one place you deemed to be completely safe. safe from prying eyes. safe from all harm. safe from what charlie has been itching to do to you for months.

he almost couldn't bring himself to peel back the comforter, but he was immensely grateful that he had instead of chickening out and leaving. so much of your bare skin was on display, soft and supple beneath the pale moonlight streaming in through the window he'd left ajar. the heavy exhale that left his lips was involuntary, but he immediately choked it back out of fear of waking you. not now. not when he's so close. not when he made it this far. he can't recall the last time he's been so hard, so desperate to have you. would it truly be so bad if he took it a step further? if he confirmed whether your skin was truly as soft as it appeared, if your cunt was just as tight and warm as he'd envisioned, if you would make the same sweet sounds that dripped from your lips whenever you pleased yourself? he'll be careful--so careful you won't even wake up. you'll never find out, so it shouldn't be a big deal, right?

after all, you can't be upset over something you know nothing about.

[joshlmbrt]

i am in the middle of a charlie walker brainrot so. hear me out on this req. what if he had the biggest crush on the reader, like writing all his thoughts about reader in a diary or something. and reader finds the diary. you can decide the rest

charlie walker brainrot you say? (i am as well). thank you for this request!! sorry it took so long! i hope i do it justice! <3 w; fem!reader - anyone can read though, i barely use descriptions :) (you can change the pronouns to your liking!) fluffy!

the door flies open, causing your brows to lift slightly and charlie’s hair to jostle at the movement.

“did you forget i was coming?”

“what? no, no. of course not. i-i was just - uh - i was finishing up on homework.”

wrong.

he was writing in his journal about how you looked today and how he could barely even speak. he’d gotten every answer wrong when called on because he was only thinking about you.

“mhm,” your left brow stays slightly lifted as you give an accusatory up and down causing him to shift on his legs. “so… are we gonna watch those cheesy horror movies you picked out? or do you want me to just stand on your doorstep?”

he thinks you’re serious or upset with him, but he notices the teasing smile that makes its way onto your face. “no. sorry. come in,” he walks away. “i’ll get started on popping some popcorn and getting some other snacks. any drinks?”

“cherry coke?” you’re already halfway up the steps, stopping just to peek into the kitchen over the railing.

“of course.” he nods, watching you disappear up the steps. he lets out a little sigh, tossing the unpopped kernels into the microwave, pressing 2, the smell of butter filling his nose.

meanwhile, you make yourself comfortable on his flannel sheets, rolling onto your stomach and grabbing the tapes on his nightstand he had rented for your movie night, a journal falling to the ground.

‘DO NOT OPEN’ was written with black ink, several lines going over the lettering which makes it look slightly indented.

your brows lift, head tilting as you pick it up from the ground. your eyes cast a look towards the door you’d kept slightly open, before looking back towards the journal that you’re clearly not gonna look in.

you chew at the inside of your cheek, letting out a dejected sigh. “sorry, charlie…” he shouldve had a locked diary at least.

your interest was piqued when you noticed a little doodle on the first page. charlie was quiet about his talents - writing? wonderful. small drawings or doodles? believe it or not, he was great at them.

your fingers run over the doodle of yourself, a small smile pulling at your lips. you slowly turn the page and read the date before the chicken scrawl that was charlie walker’s handwriting.

‘it’s infuriating really - how she doesn’t know. about how i crave the affection she can give me, yet i still run from it. it’s not her fault really, she didn’t decide to be a loveable creature with pretty eyes and-‘

the journal is yanked from your hands, your eyes wide as you stare at charile who’s face is red and eyes turned down in embarrassment.

“can’t you read?” he points to the front.

“i definitely can…” you nod. “i… did you mean those things?”

he lets his shoulders slump and allows himself to sit next to you because this is probably the last time you’d want to be around a creep like him.

nothing he wrote or drew is remotely something an actual creep would do - yet he can’t help but think about how disgusted you might feel.

“yeah,” he shrugs. “for…for awhile - i think?” he never looks up once and you wish he would so you can look at him. “i…im sorry. i know you probably don’t like the way i wrote about you or-or-”

“charlie…” your hand reaches for his. he finally looks up, hesitating and pursing his plush red lips. you smile softly, your thumb moving along his knuckles as you scoot closer. “can i… kiss you?”

his brain short circuits and his lips part, brows lifting slightly at the words because he wasn’t expecting you to say that. “i…uh, yeah. sure. why not?”

you smile at his stumbled on words, leaning closer, eyes fluttering close as your lips brush against his. it’s hesitant because it’s still so new. his lips press against yours finally, hand reaching up and cupping your cheek with more sure movements.

he sucks in a deep breath, tilting his head and your head the way he wants to go, thumb pressing into the soft skin of your flushed cheek. you smile against his lips, pulling away slowly and resting your forehead against his.

“does…that mean you like me too?”

you laugh softly, your own hands lifting and tucking his hair behind his ears before holding his cheeks and rubbing your thumb over his cheekbone. “i believe it does, walker.”

[ashes-writing]

p a i n | scream 4 ; c.walker

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𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗 ; 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

Summary ;

--- Charlie has you at his mercy... But is he merciful at all?

Pairing ;

Charlie Walker x fem!reader

--- no physical description given beyond having female parts.

Warnings ;

--- minors, abso-fuckin-lutely not. In addition to the prior, overstimulation / pain, oral sex (male giving), bondage (wrists are tied to bed), biting/marking + rough treatment, pet names, dacryphilia, safewords/consensual, use of pet names (kitten, baby, princess), body fluids, edging mentions of throat fucking,

Taglist ;

--- the people listed below are the only ones I have on my scream series / horror taglist. If you'd like to be added, click the little link up top.

@schizoauthoress

@shell-lee-inc

“If you can’t handle this, the safeword is banana…” Charlie gives you a sweet peck on the lips as he gazes at you. “Are you sure you wanna do this?” he asks for the thousandth time. You nod and smile, pulling him into a kiss. “Baby, I can handle it.”

But this was almost five hours ago. He’s had you tied up and at his mercy for five hours. You refuse to use the safeword, you want to see just how far he’ll go, how much pushing you can take and you know it’s a dangerous game you’re playing but it feels too good to stop. It hurts in all the best ways...

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“ Are you about to cry, kitten?” his voice is husky, dangerous as he pulls himself up from between your thighs to mumble against the shell of your ear, “You look so fuckin pretty when you cry.” he chuckles as he says it, lowering his head to bury his face in your tits, leaving a harsh bite or two against your skin. He’s already covered you in bites and bruises, he’s been eating you out for nearing five hours now and he refuses to let you cum like you’re dying to and he tells you that this is just the beginning.

The more you squirm your hands against the silk scarves holding them against the iron slats of the headboard, the more he teases. Edging you until you’re shaking and moaning, broken whimpers falling from your lips as his tongue curls and his fingers scissor inside your pussy deep. He says he’s going to keep going until you can’t remember anybody else’s name but his.

He’s not lying, either.

“Fuck me, please?” you beg, trying to squirm away when his tongue circles your clit yet again just before his lips latch against the oversensitive, tender bundle of nerves. You’re so wet there’s a puddle on the sheets beneath you. Your plea only gets a quiet chuckle and when he shakes his head, you whine in need. “I need you, I… Wanna feel your cock inside me.”

He pulls himself up your body, grabbing your jaw in his hand as he bites your bottom lip and sucks until it’s starting to ache. “I told you, kitten… I’m gonna have fun with you tonight.”

“Baby, please!” you whine out, arching yourself against him, just to get more friction going. “I..Fuck.” you can’t form words properly at this point and your pussy is throbbing painfully.

And then he’s got his head buried between your thighs all over again, teeth sinking into the tender flesh  that forms your pelvic mound as you feel him starting to leave behind yet another bite and bruise.

“Baby, I…”

“Tell me who this pussy belongs to and maybe I’ll think about letting you get off.” Charlie’s words are muffled, he’s got his mouth full, licking you clean. You long to be able to at least grab hold of his hair and pull, something. But he’s got his arms around your  thighs to keep your legs spread open for him and his hands are holding your hips flat against his bed. Your hands are tied, you can’t do anything but lie there and take it, begging for your own release, anything that might make the pain go away.

“Yours!” you moan out, back arching again as his tongue drags over your sensitive bud and then down your slit, him gazing up at you with a proud smirk as he sucks one of your folds, “Fucking right it is, princess.” he chuckles, bringing himself back up your body, releasing your hands from the way he had them tied to the iron slat in his headboard. Your hands are free now, you can touch him and grab him and pull his hair.

“Think you can be a good girl and scream my name real loud, kitten?” he asks, licking the outer edge of your ear and sending a shiver through your body. “Yes, yes.. Please.. Fuck me, Charlie, I..” you’re grabbing at his shoulder, your nails digging into his flesh which only makes him growl quietly and chuckle, “You what, kitten? Want my cock?”

“Soooo bad, Charlie.. Please?”

He licks his lips and pulls away from you, unzipping his pants, letting them settle on the floor of his bedroom. As he lowers his boxers and his cock springs free, he steps over to you.

“Can I fuck your pretty little throat first? I miight even let you get off when I’m fucking you with my fingers while I do it.. But you’ve gotta keep bein good for me, kitten..”

His fingers bury back in your cunt deep, stretching you out as he works you open and fucks you with them. “Open your pretty little mouth baby..” he instructs, tapping his cock against your lips. 

[tatumslollipop]

She did it for fame ,you for love

GF!jill roberts x fem!reader

Jill and you have been together for 2 years now but in the last few weeks shes been acting weird. Always coming home late,never telling you where she was or lie. You love her of course and she loves you but you still start thinking she cheats on you. Which you never confronted her about scared she would break up with you. But otherwise shes a very loving girlfriend.

Today the school is having their famous stab-a-thon where they watch every movie of the series of horror movies. But you needed to stay home because you had an history exam the next day. Its been 2 hours since jill left and kirby sends you an text "We are at my house now. They cancelled the marathon. If your finished studying you should come too! :)"

You finished studying after another hour and walk to kirbys house.You brought some popcorn. At the entry you see a dead body lying there. It is still bleeding. But all you could think about is jill. Is she dead? You start crying at the thought. You grab your knife that your parents gave you for protection You walk slowly to the door and open it. Carefully you open it but it squeaks and now shes looking at you. Jill your beloved girlfriend was the mastermind behind the killings. "I didnt want you to find it out this way. Actually I didnt want you finding out at all" she stabs sidney in the stomach and goes up to you. "Why are you doing this?" you say terrified and in shock. "I did it for fame. See how do people get famous these days? huh. You just need fucked up things happen to you. But we can be famous together baby. If you play along." she says. She sounds psychotic and evil. Her eyes darken. " Can you do that?" she says while carrying her knife carefully along your cheek not hurting you. "Or do I need to kill you." she says serious.You know she meant it. She really expects you to help her. You think for a while but then kiss her "Lets do this" she smiles at your comment and kisses you more passionate then she ever did. "Babe you need to pretend I stab you okay" you take some blood from the floor and walk into the living room. " Oh my god please help me. He stabbed me" Kirby walks over to you and you stab her in the stomach 3 times. Jill comes in with the ghostface costume on and says "Welcome to Act 3" she pulled out a gun and shots trevor who wanted to run away. Charlie comes in too and you stab him 6 times in the heart. Sidney is coming in again with a knife. "You cant get away with this" "Oh I cant lets see about that." Jill says " Why are you doing this?" Sidney asks "Do you know what it was like growing up in this family? Related to you? I mean, all I ever heard was Sidney this and Sidney that and Sidney, Sidney, Sidney. You were always so fucking special! Well, now I'm the special one."Then she shots sidney in the head. "Baby we are gonna know fame like you never even dreamed off" she says kissing you. She prepares everything to make it look like charlie and trevor were the killers and she gets away with it.

You two are now the survivers of the woodsboro murder in 2011. She got her fame and you got your girlfriend but at what price? And can the secret be kept?

[arianamarshall]

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ABOUT

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• 02/23 • mood: happy

[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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