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[angelsanarchy]

What It Cost: Samuel Lafferty x Y/N Mini Series PRT 02

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Samuel was surprised when he heard they were baptizing Y/n into their church. She was apparently had already been baptized but she was urged into getting re-baptized so she could truly be apart of their family. This was a very special event that he would typically really enjoy but the uniform that they had to wear was always a pain to have to pull out. Having so many children and wearing a white suit was dangerous.

"Samuel, be sure to pull that hair back son." His father reminded him as they entered the church. He walked towards the bathroom and noticed Y/n trying to take a peak out of the curtains to see just how many people were already settled into the church pews. Samuel snuck up behind her and she jumped when he put his hands on her sides.

"Samuel! You scared the life out of me!" Y/n she gripped her chest and he smirked. She was dressed in the traditional white gown, not a single piece of makeup on her face, she looked angelic to him in this moment.

"You seem nervous. You've done this before right? It's not that big of a deal." Samuel could tell she was anxious by how she rang her hands out.

"Yes but this is different. It feels...different." She insisted. Samuel pushed the door closed behind himself so that it was just the two of them in the bathroom now.

"You're right. This is different but you aren't alone. You're joining this family we have here and we will never let you feel an ounce of fear ever again." Samuel rubbed her arms watching her take deep, calming breaths. He leaned his head against the side of her temple and she closed her eyes.

"You certainly have a way of reassuring someone." She smiled.

"You're going to be just fine Y/n. Hopefully you remembered to leave the red bra and panties at home today." He teased making her open her eyes.

"I did actually." She turned her head almost daring him to check. Samuel ran his hands down her the front of her gown and felt no resistance. His eyebrow went up slightly as he let his hand root to the bottom of her gown just to feel that she wasn't wearing anything beneath it. He felt his cock stiffen just touching her bare skin and she smirked.

"You do realize the moment that water cleanses you, the entirety of the church will be able to see you in all your glory." Samuel's fingers grazed her cunt and could feel the slickness between her folds.

"Naked in rebirth is how it should be." Y/n teased. Samuel couldn't help but push his fingers inside of her. She gasped gripping his wrist and throwing her head back.

"What sinful things have you been thinking about for you to be this wet?" Samuel pumped his fingers inside of her and used his thumb on her clit as she bucked her hips into his palm.

"I-I can't...oh Samuel." She turned her head to face him and he smiled watching her trying to contain her moans to an acceptable level as she rode his hand.

"Be a good girl and stay quiet." Samuel leaned forward and kissed the side of her neck as she whimpered. When she started cumming, he could feel her quaking around his fingers and he couldn't help but feel the front of his pants becoming damp with precum wishing his cock was buried deep inside of her cunt to feel the squeeze of her orgasm. She leaned forward and bit her hand to keep from moaning out loud before crumbling against the sink. Samuel removed his finger slowly and brought them to his lips, sucking her juices from them.

"Sweet...just as the lord intended." He smirked turning to the mirror and pinning his hair back while she collected herself next to him.

"You...you asked me what sinful things I was thinking about...it was you. You taking my body and thusting into me, cumming inside of me and knowing that I would be bathed in the holy water with your cum flowing down my legs.." Y/n explained. Samuel bit his lip.

"Is that so? Is that something you want? You want my cum inside of you?" He asked pushing her hair to the side.

"More than anything." She gripped his hand and kissed it. He thought about taking her right then and there but the organ music started to play and he knew things were getting started. He could see her stiffen knowing she had run out of time.

"You've got to go!" She fixed her gown and Samuel smiled impressed by her commitment to being baptized despite just being fingered in the church bathroom. He returned to his seat, hair now pinned back and uncomfortable hard on finally dying down as he sat next to his brothers.

He watched her go through the process of becoming an official member of their church and once she emerged from the vat of holy water, her white gown now soaked and clinging to her naked body, he could see her nipples and curves calling to him, begging him to be licked and sucked.

His brothers all shuffled a bit next to him, also feeling the arousal of her naked form but he had to smile to himself as her eyes met his. She belonged to him and no one else but God.

[angelsnkisses]

Can you please write a smut where like charlie tries to dominate the reader but he's truly a sub at heart so eventually he gives up and she makes him beg for her to dominate him

Honest Attempt ♡ - Charlie Walker x fem!reader

‼️ NSFW - MDNI ‼️

warnings: sub!charlie, dom!fem!reader, thigh riding, handjob, cum eating

A/N: ugh anon you are a genius, this was so so fun to write :). thank you! (not proofread yet)

Charlie panted softly, your fingers pulling at his hair while his hands rubbed over your waist. His lips moved against yours fluidly, teeth occasionally clashing gently as you kissed. He'd only been in your room a couple minutes, and you were already all over each other, your shirt discarded on the floor next to the bed.

You were laying underneath your boyfriend, pushing softly against his knee, which was currently pressed between your legs. You moaned into the kiss, small bursts of pleasure spreading between your legs at the weak friction. It wasn't enough, and you were getting pretty impatient at that point.

Charlie pulled back from the messy kiss, looking down at what you were doing with a heavy sigh. He looked back up at your face, his pupils blown with arousal. Smiling lazily, he slipped a hand down to your thigh, grinding his knee against you with more intent.

You made a louder noise now, head falling back against the pillows and hips raising slightly. Wisps of anticipation wrapped around you, your skin hot and your breathing quick. He felt a pulse in his lower abdomen at the sight, his lips parting as he watched you.

"So sexy," he mumbled, leaning down a little to wrap his arm fully around your waist. He flipped the two of you over, moving so he was sitting back against the headboard while you straddled his thigh.

You were a little surprised at his initiative, though you didn't show it. You weren't expecting him to take much control since he usually wanted you to, which was never an issue. You enjoyed it just as much as he did. Still, you were interested in seeing how far he'd take this.

"Come on, use me to get off," he urged impatiently, a little bit of desperation showing in his voice as he spoke. You smiled a bit at the edge in his tone, hands moving to his shoulders. You rolled your hips slowly, a little gasp leaving your lips at the pressure on your clit.

"You like when I use you?" you teased between moans, watching his eyes flicker up to yours. "W-what? Don't do that," he pleaded softly, embarrassed by how heated his face was getting. "Do what?" you asked innocently, your hands moving down to rest on his chest.

He sucked in a shaky breath, his dick twitching in his jeans at the sight of you using his thigh for your own pleasure. "You know what," he said, his hands holding your waist to keep you steady. You figured you shouldn't push it too much yet, your head falling forward as you picked up speed.

He couldn't take his eyes off you while you moved, his heart thudding heavily in his chest. Despite his attempts, you had already made it your own personal goal to get him to give in. You couldn't help yourself, you loved seeing him melt under you. You leaned closer, beginning to undo his shirt buttons eagerly.

He briefly removed his hands from your skin, helping you with the task at hand. He sat up so you could get the blue fabric off his shoulders, leaning back against the board while you tossed it to the floor.

You slowed your movements to stop, shuddering softly as you fought back the urge to chase your release, already having a little plan of your own in mind. He squirmed a little, his hands slipping down to your hips. He tried to move you against him again, giving you impatient eyes when you kept yourself still.

"Come on, keep going," he ordered softly, sitting up so his face was closer to yours. You smiled sweetly, tilting your head a bit. "What, are you gonna make me?" you challenged, hands wandering down to his abdomen to trace the smooth muscle. He groaned under his breath, a tortured look on his perfect face as he gave you a pleading gaze.

"That's not fair," he mumbled, his voice whinier now. You feigned confusion, enjoying yourself.

"No, by all means.. make me, Charlie," you insisted. You could feel goosebumps raise on his skin where you were touching him, his stomach tensing as he tried to ignore how much he needed you to take control.

"I- I can't.. you know I can't," he finally admitted. His hands fell off your hips, anxiously placing them over yours and trying to move them lower down, where he needed you most. You pulled them back, gently slapping his hands away. You ignored his annoyed protest, resting your hands on his waist and rubbing his sides with a thoughtful hum.

"I know.. it's kinda cute," you said with a teasing smile, a sense of accomplishment leaking into your voice.

"Oh shut up, just do something," he whined, impatience lacing his tone. You tutted, giving him a disappointed stare.

"Is that how we get what we want? Hmm?" you asked, a condescending edge in your voice. He winced mentally, regretting his choice of words. He made a quiet noise, shaking his head quickly.

"N-no.. I just need you so bad," he admitted quietly, sounding like he was on the verge of tears. You tightened your hands a little, leaning down so you were eye to eye.

"Then ask politely, doll.. you know how," you reminded him. He shook his head again, looking down to avoid your tantalizing gaze. Removing a hand from his waist, you tilted his head up, offering a small smile.

"Don't be embarrassed, baby. I wanna hear you.. come on, beg for me," you cooed, pushing his hair out of his face before sitting up. You moved out of his lap, getting your shorts off your legs before settling beside him. Your hand slipped down to his waistband, toying with it while your other hand rested on his shoulder. He turned to look at you, abdomen tensing a bit as you touched him.

"Please, I wanna feel good," he whined, his eyes shifting to your lips as he spoke. You chuckled at his attempt, slipping your hand into his jeans. You finally, finally touched him, rubbing him through his boxers with firm fingers. "You can do better than that, Charlie," you scolded softly, leaning forward and pressing your lips to his. He groaned, his lips immediately moving against yours to return the kiss.

He was gasping softly when you pulled back, his eyes finally showing some defeat as he opened his mouth to plead with you.

"Fuck- please? Please, I'll be so good for you, I promise," he blubbered, his cock practically throbbing in your hand as he spoke. "I'm begging you, please."

That was all you needed to hear, removing your hand from his pants. He was about to protest, when you started unbuttoning his jeans, fidgeting with the zipper a bit before getting it down. You could hear every little gasp from him, every heavy breath he took, and every whiny noise he made, creating a symphony of sound for you to enjoy.

You slowly pulled him out of his boxers, relishing the shaky breath he took as you did so. He was already hard, his tip red and wet with precum. You wrapped your fingers around him, licking your lips as you began to pump him in your hand. He jerked a bit, your warm hand contrasting the cold air of your room.

"Ohh.. thank you," he whimpered, his fingers grabbing at the sheets under him. His head fell back against the headboard, eyes closing and lips parting as he moaned. He was such a pretty sight, all worked up under your touch.

"Such a good boy, aren't you?" you purred, leaning in to start kissing at his neck. You applied more pressure as you stroked him, listening to his pathetic little moans with a satisfied smile on your face.

"Aren't you?" you reiterated, biting down on his neck. He let out a sound that was halfway between a yelp and a moan, his cock twitching at the painful sensation.

"Ah- yes! Yes, I'm a good boy," he whined, opening his eyes and looking down at your hand. It was quite a sight to see, your fingers snug around him and moving quick. He was already close, his lower abdomen spasming slightly and his eyelids fluttering.

"I'm gonna cum- fuck, please," he begged, vaguely aware of you sucking gently on his neck, marking him up as yours. You pulled back when he spoke, ducking your head down to push him into your mouth. You gagged, but didn't let up, listening to his wanton moan as he hit the back of your throat.

He bucked his hips up, a low groan leaving his swollen lips as he spilled into your throat. One of his hands moved to the back of your head, gripping your hair tightly while he finished. You pulled your head off him when he was done, swallowing whatever was in your mouth before gasping for air.

You tried to catch your beath, looking at Charlie's face to see how he was handling himself. He released your hair, allowing you to sit up again. He mumbled 'thank you' a few times, still trembling from his orgasm. You grinned, grabbing onto his shoulders and slinging your thigh around his lap so you could straddle him. He gave you a perplexed look, shaky hands resting hesitantly on your hips.

"What, you think we're finished?"

**

A/N: this is awful wtf 😭. i have better stuff coming soon, sorry for the lack of posts! this week has been so fucking stressful, but at least i saw barbie yesterday 🥲. anyways, here's this! hope you enjoyed <3.

[roryculkinluvr]

PRETTY WHEN YOU CRY ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

ೃ⁀➷ pairing: sub stalker charlie x fem dom reader

ೃ⁀➷ warnings: stalking, masturbation, fingering, pre mature ejaculation, dacryphilia, overstimulation, humiliation kink, mean (ish) reader.

ೃ⁀➷ notes: this wasn’t supposed to be this long but enjoy…

you had just gotten in bed, with your hands in between your legs, right above your underwear as you heard loud rustling from outside your window. you knew it was charlie. you knew he would come to your window, watch you change, watch you touch yourself.

he wasn’t aware that you knew about his perversions, how he’d cum in his pants by just watching you squirm under your own touch. was it bad that you found it hot? the way he stalked you, the way he was completely and utterly obsessed with you. you’d leave your blinds open every night, just incase he wanted a show.

you and charlie had a couple of classes together and would talk every now and then. you had always found him attractive but you knew he was infatuated with you. you saw the way he looked at you, spoke to you, about you. you’d have to be dumb not to realize.

knowing charlie was right outside your window, you hand wasn’t enough. so you decided to ‘catch’ him.

you got out of bed, walking over to your window, you could hear charlie trying to climb off the ledge of your roof. you opened the glass to it see just who you thought it was, a guilty look painted on his face.

“what are you doing here char?” you questioned, playing dumb. charlie’s eyes scanned over you, you wore pyjama shorts that fell just under your ass and a tight tank top that he could see your hard nipples through.

“i-i can, i can explain myself.” he stuttered, panicking.

“go on then.” you told him. you crossed your arms over your chest, making your tits press together which drove him mad.

“i��”he muttered, he couldn’t even think of an excuse right now.

“were you watching me touch myself?“ you teased, your lips turned up into a soft smirk. poor charlie was so confused, he thought you would file a restraining order on him but it almost seemed like you enjoyed it.

“no- no i wasn’t i swear.” his tone was meek, begging to be believed, he even put his hands up, as if you were a cop.

“i’m not stupid charlie, you can tell me the truth. you’re not in trouble.”

“okay… i was.” he couldn’t look at you while admitting this.

“why don’t you come in my room char, it’s kinda chilly out hm?” you bit back a smile.

“uh, okay.” he crawled through your window, you closed it behind him. charlie examined every inch of your room, obviously he had seen it many times but never up close. charlie took in every detail of your room. he surveyed photos of you and your friends you had hung on your wall, little trinkets you kept, the products on your dresser.

you laid back down on your bed, propping yourself up on your elbows. you motioned for charlie to sit at the end of your bed, he obeyed.

“charlie?” you called, disturbing his train of thought.

“yeah.” he replied almost immediately.

“were you touching yourself while watching me?” you were driving him insane, but he deserved it.

“mhm.” he nodded, unable to meet your eyes. he felt so bad, so guilty, so pathetic.

“okay, well since you interrupted me, why don’t you watch me and try not to.”

“i dunno if i can.” he looked down at the his boner, poking through his sweatpants.

“kinda owe it to me char. i mean, i did just catch you stalking me, the least you can do is do what i say. plus i wanna hear you beg to touch yourself.”

“fuck.” he groaned. you giggled at him before pulling your tank top off, making sure charlie’s eyes were on you. the sight of your boobs right in front of him only made him harder, he wanted to touch them or suck on them, anything would be enough.

“bet you wanna feel my tits so bad huh? i mean you’ve been watching me change, jerking yourself off while looking at them. this isn’t the first time you’ve been outside my window.” you taunted. “gonna have to earn it.”

“how-how do i earn it?” he wasn’t even concerned with how you knew that he had been watching you for a while, just desperate to feel you.

“already told you char, watch me touch myself without touching yourself.” you pulled down your shorts to reveal the lacy thong you wore. charlie couldn’t help but notice the huge wet spot on your underwear.

‘you did like this.’ charlie thought to himself. he stared at you as you rubbed your clit over your soaked thong, teasing yourself with one hand, playing with your tits with the other.

“you’re so… wet.” charlie said in a breathy voice.

“mhmm was thinking about you char.” you told him. his eyes went wide,

“r-really? you were?” he smiled at you. charlie sounded so pathetic, you loved it.

“mhmm.” you nodded, slowly removing your thong. the sight of your body entirely exposed forced charlie to whimper.

“i-i think about you, like that, a lot.” he was struggling so hard not to touch himself, it almost hurt. at this point, your cunt was throbbing, desperate for stimulation.

“i know you have.” you replied before rubbing your clit in circular motions, humming in pleasure.

“can i um, can i touch you instead…like finger you? i won’t touch you anywhere else if i’m not allowed to yet.” charlie couldn’t bare just watching you. if he couldn’t touch himself, he wanted to touch you. “please?”

“not yet, be patient.” you spread your legs further apart, pumping two fingers from your free hand into your entrance slowly. “feels so fucking good, don’t touch yourself yet charlie.” you groaned.

“t’so hard not to.” he whined, putting his hands behind his back to retrain himself.

“i know, you’re so needy char. fuck!” you panted. both of your hands sped up, making your moans louder. you were squirming so much. charlie watched you closely, taking in every one of your sounds, movements, and expressions. he whispered compliments as you brought yourself closer to your climax.

after you came, you sat yourself back up on your elbows to see that charlie’s pants were wet. “did you cum in your pants? that needy huh, can’t even wait ten minutes?”

“i know, m’sorry.” charlie said shyly, he looked away

“i didn’t even touch you…you didn’t even touch yourself and you came, holy shit… you don’t get to touch my tits yet, couldn’t even hold off.” you let out a short scoff which was followed by silence. charlie was so embarrassed, not daring to look you in the eyes. he wished he could’ve just disappeared at that moment. “lay beside me char, i wanna see your cock charlie.” you purred. charlie followed your order, moving from the edge of your bed, next to you. “now show me, take off your shirt too.”

charlie nodded before swiftly removing his shirt. he then pulled down his sweat pants, exposing his cum filled boxers. finally, he took off his boxers to reveal his dick. he looked over at you, your eyes remained on his body.

“so perfect char, bet it’s really sensitive right now though hm?” you asked. charlie’s cheeks turned red at your compliment.

“thank you and yeah m’sensitive.” charlie responded.

you shifted your body so you were on your side, facing charlie. you tucked his hair behind his ear, bringing your mouth to charlie’s it you whispered, “i wanna make you cum again”.

charlie’s breath hitched, he couldn’t believe you were finally going to touch him. after countless nights of imagining that his hand was your warm, tight pussy wrapped around him or your soft hand pumping his cock, he was finally getting to feel you. “please make me cum again, please.” he begged.

“so needy.” you giggled, crawling downward until your lips met charlie’s sensitive tip. you placed short, gentle kisses on it, holding his shaft in your hand.

“oh my god, fuck.” he huffed, his breath heavy.

“i haven’t even started yet.” you nagged, taking your soft lips off his tip. while still giggling, you began slowly moving your hand up and down his shaft.

“mmm thank you.” a stupid smirk was plastered on his face as he watched you speed up your movements. after a few minutes, his chest began to rise and fall rapidly as his mouth hung open, high pitched and draw out whimpers leaving his lips. you felt his dick twitch in your hand before he came for the second time.

you took a second to think of a real punishment for him. as the idea crossed your mind, you immediately wrapped your mouth around his soft cock, feeling it grow in your mouth.

“wah- what are you doing? i, fuck, i can’t go again.” he babbled. you rolled your eyes in annoyance, taking your mouth off his dick.

“too bad isn’t it, didn’t i tell you that you owe me? charlie, you’ve been watching me, stalking me for weeks now. can’t you just do what i say?” your tone was weirdly calm.

“okay…m’sorry” he answered. you placed your mouth back on his now, painfully hard cock, hollowing your cheeks. “ahhh! it’s too much.” he moaned. unable to stay till, charlie began squirm and bucking his hips into your mouth.

“ohmygoddd please i’m sorry, fuck aughhh! i’m sorry for stalking you, it’s too much please!” his words were slurred, charlie didn’t even know what he was pleading for. tears began streaming down his face from overstimulation. you bobbed your head up and down on his cock at an increasingly fast pace, the room filled with charlie’s loud sobs and whimpers. you then felt that same twitch as before and as you suspected, shortly after, charlie’s warm cum filled your mouth, you swallowed every drop.

you returned back to where you laid before, watching tears flood from his blue eyes. “you look so pretty when you cry charlie”.

he turned towards you. “thank you.” he sniffed as you wiped his tears from his cheek. holding charlie’s jaw in your hand, you traced his cheek with your thumb. “you’re always pretty.” he spoke. the two of your faces were so close together, charlie brought his lips to yours, you kissed back passionately, feeling charlie grin against your lips. one of his hands found its way too the bare skin right under your boob. “can i um- can i?” he questioned after pulling away from your lips.

“go ahead.” you responded before attaching your lips to his once again. charlie cupped your tit in his hand, squeezing and kneading it.

“so fucking perfect.” he groaned before shortly pecking your lips.

“charlie.” you said, staring at him.

“mhm?” he mumbled, looking away from your tits and up at you.

“next time you’re outside my window, you can just come in.” you purred. your words forced charlie to whimper. he could do this again? touch you? maybe even be inside you? god he felt lucky.

“actually?” he looked at you with that pathetic smile.

“yeah, maybe you’ll get to touch more than just my tits next time.” you smirked at him, kissing him once more before he cleaned himself up, climbing back out of your window.

the next night, you heard tree taps at your window. knowing it was charlie, you opened the window to let him in. almost immediately, you began undressing each other between staggered sloppy kisses. the night ended in him sobbing after you rode him, making him cum five times, which left his cock red. he knew he deserved it.

[f1nalgirlz]

least to most likely to have a mommy kink: Rory characters edition!

(not all characters, mostly ones i'm more familiar with to make a proper judgement, clearly i take my job seriously /j also this is purely my opinion and if you disagree that's totally fine :P) The demons in me couldn't rest until i wrote this so :}

Warnings: NSFW, use of mommy (duh), sub!Rory characters, dom!Reader (for the most part), explicit language

Least:

Kappa:

- to be honest i just don't see him being into the whole mommy situation...

- like sure he could be **kind of** submissive at times, but mommy just isn't rolling off the tongue for him.

R!Euro:

- honestly kinda similar to kappa in that, mommy isn't rolling of his tongue particularly easily HOWEVER

- he's definitely further up on the list because i definitely see him subbing easier than Kappa lmao

- he most likely wouldn't use something like 'mommy' though, R!Euro is a 'mistress' man and i'll stand by that (probably)

Ollie Sway:

- he's at this placement for way different reasons than the others lmao

- he'd be wayyyy too shy to bring it up to you despite it being something he could see himself liking

- and if YOU'RE the one too bring it up he's still too embarrassed to voice it's something he might like or be interested in

- would be the type to 'ew' his way out of it simply to avoid any perceived embarrassment about being submissive.

- would come around later (give it 2 days MAX) and admit his feelings when he felt comfortable enough.

- would be totally open to mommy or even other names after coming to terms with his own feelings towards it

Jack Thurlow:

- he would, but not for the same reasons as everyone else

- he has a crazy breeding kink & you cannot tell me otherwise!!

- when he calls you 'mommy' it's almost always condescending or laced with fake sympathy

- when he calls you mommy, it's because he's threatening to make you one

- fucking you so good and saying the filthiest shit ever in your ear with mock sympathy

- "you like that, hm? like it when i fuck you full of my cum? gonna make you a mommy."

(nearing most likely territory here)

Clyde:

- i was torn on who to put in this slot between Clyde and Charlie...

- it's not that Clyde WOULDN'T be into it, he'd just be hesitant

- he has absolutely no problems subbing, but the specific name threw him off a bit at first

- 'mommy' doesn't exactly roll off his tongue with ease regularly yk??

- HOWEVER ,,,

- once you get him pretty deep into subspace, it comes out a lot easier.

- if you're fucking him really good 'mommy' just slips out so easily, he's just not thinking about anything other than how mommy is making him feel in the moment :(((

- the first time he moaned it out, you hardly heard him, it was so soft and quiet.

Charlie Walker:

- he definitely wouldn't be the one to bring it up first but... come on.

- he'd probably be a lil embarrassed about it and it might take quite a bit of encouragement to get him over that little bump of embarrassment

- but after that he *loves* it, not that he'd actually say that.

- he's more of a show how you feel than say it kinda guy.

- surely willing to be such a good boy for mommy <3

- he's literally obsessed with you and would do *anything* for you anyways.

Danny Cooper:

- DUHH !!!!! the subbiest sub to ever sub, you guys

- he's the one who brought it up, extremely shyly i'll add

- once it's been discussed and in action, he's not shy at all though. he's definitely not too shy to moan out for mommy to his hearts content <33

- he thoroughly enjoys calling you mommy, he loves belonging to mommy,

- ESPECIALLY when he's being reminded of how he belongs to mommy !!!

- he adores being mommy's good boy and he is a good boy. the best even.

- when you're fucking him so good he's just a drooly teary eyed mess, and you compliment him, "mommy's baby is so pretty"

- he might just cum on the spot :'))

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[madamemaximoff06]

The 4 most attractive characters from the “Lords of Chaos” movie:

And you can’t change my mind

[insxghtt]

(i am obsessed with this man.)

boyfriend!jack thurlow x reader

After everything that happened to him, he would be very insecure about meeting other people. so, when you first moved to the house next door, he wasn't the most friendly neighbor.

You heard some people from the neighborhood talking about him, saying that he was not the most stable person. That was a lie, Jack was doing so much better after being in a hospital for months. He was still depressed, but he was a normal person and he wished people could stop staring at him with pity all the time.

And, well, you did that. So when you went outside to smoke a cigarette and noticed him doing the same thing not so distant from you, you didn't turn away or acted weird. You just shook your head as a "hi", and gave him a soft smile.

Jack was mesmerized and he didn't even know why. Maybe he just forgot how it felt to be treated as a normal guy.

So he nodded back at you.

Even though he didn't retribute the smile, it was clear through his expressions that he was not bothered by your presence.

So a few weeks went by and that was all the interaction you had with him. It was weird, but nice. You would stand outside next to each other in silence as you smoked your cigarettes.

Finally, one day, he decided to say something.

"Sorry, i don't think i ever asked your name", he said.

You looked at him and he felt scared for a second, wondering if he had frightened you.

"No, you didn't", you said. and finally, you told him your name.

He repeated it to himself and nodded, making sure that he wouldn't forget.

"That's a nice name", he smiled and there was silence for a few seconds. "I'm Jack."

"I know who you are, Jack."

Your words made him insecure. What if the neighbors told you about how weird and scary he was?

"Your friend is always yelling your name at the door because she always forgets the keys", you explained and Jack sighed in relief.

"Shanda…", he whispered.

His childhood best friend had the keys to his house because she wanted to check on him at least once a day since he got out of the hospital.

But Shanda didn't have the best memory, maybe because of all the weed she smoked.

Having a conversation with you was easy after that. Every day you would get to know him a little bit more.

When he told you about his story, he was surprised you didn't treat him differently.

"We all have our demons, don't we?". Jack smiled at your comment.

When he first asked you on a date, he was so nervous and felt like he was ruining your friendship. He had invited you to have dinner with him at his house, but he burned the food and had to order pizza instead.

You laughed about it and he felt an immediate relief.

You two talked for hours and hours and at the end of the night you asked him what you've been wanting to ask for a good while.

"So… are you going to kiss me or what?"

Jack stared at you for a second and then smiled at your confidence.

And he kissed you. After that, he kissed you again and again.

Until you two were basically living together but none of you called it a relationship.

 One day you were watching TV on your couch and he walked out of the bathroom after taking a shower with the towel wrapped around his waist.

You looked at him finally realizing that that became a routine.

"Hey Jack, are we like… boyfriend and girlfriend?", you asked.

Jack was suddenly frozen, the reality had finally hit him.

But surprisingly, he didn't feel scared. He liked it. It sounded natural and even beautiful to call you his girlfriend.

"I guess…", he looked at you afraid that you would leave him. "I mean, if that's okay with you. Is it okay?", he almost stuttered.

"Yes. I like that", you nodded.

And obviously, Jack kept you awake all night making sure to show you how happy he was to call you his girlfriend.

Jack was not very good at expressing his feelings. Sometimes, very rarely, you two had arguments. They were mostly about how hard it was for him to share his thoughts over anything.

Not that he was rude, but sometimes instead of telling you the things that bothered him he would just be quiet and it made you confused and anxious.

It happened every time you tried to drag him to a friend's birthday party, for example. He hated places filled with people, but he wouldn't say that to you. He was just weird all night.

"You have to talk to me, Jack! I can't read your fucking mind, what am i supposed to do?"

"Why do you want me to explain every fucking thing that i feel to you?", he snapped. 

But as soon as he saw the look on your face, he immediately regretted his words.

It was hard for him to say "I'm sorry", so he just sighed and held your hand, saying "i love you" instead.

You knew he was doing his best, but you needed words. You needed him to open up like you always did.

So, he hugged you and hid his face on the curve of your neck, finally whispering against your skin: "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, you're right."

He was genuine. Jack was not the type of guy to just say things without actually meaning it. He never once apologized just to calm you down or to just move on from the subject. He was actually genuine about everything. Sometimes, he was so honest that it would hurt, but at least you knew that he would never lie to you.

He really did his best to be with you. He wanted to make you feel good because he was aware of how precious you were. so, every week he would go to therapy to make sure that he was being the best version of himself, not only for you but also for him.

Jack wouldn't be the type of guy to propose to you on a fancy dinner. No, he would do that in the middle of the night, after you two were absolutely exhausted from work. He would just look at you, with no ring and no flowers, and decide that you were the one that he wanted to be with for the rest of his life.

"I wanna marry you", Jack said and you stared at him in shock.

"What?"

"I want to marry you", he repeated and you smiled.

"Alright", you whispered. "Well, that's really ironic because I actually wanna marry you too."

Jack kept staring at your eyes and then brought his attention back to your lips.

"Good", he nodded.

 "Alright, we can get married then", you opened a big, beautiful smile and he didn't say it, but he felt like he was in heaven.

Jack would never understand why you chose him. He was broken, imperfect and confusing. But he was glad that you did and he hoped that even with all his flaws, you'd continue to choose him.

[444rockstargf]

kappa making u (preferbs black reader?) feel better after you get all possessive and jealous with the best way he knows how, fucking your guts out, saying stuff like “lemme make it up to you baby” “you know it didn’t mean anything” and as he’s sliding into u he’s like “you still mad at me mama? am I not doin good enough?” even tho you’re literally shaking and crying and holding onto him like a koala (I LUVVVVVV UR KAPPA STUFF girl)

yes!! finally a black reader request 😩

"jealous girl." | kappa

jealous girl. - lana del rey

✮⋆˙ [tags] @faesucksass @lustkillers @mayathepsychic1999 @josibunn @si1nful-symph0ny @livingdead-materialgirl

female!reader x kappa

word count: 797

contents: doggystyle, overstimulation, unprotected p in v, missionary

your head was buried in your pillow as you braced yourself for yet another round of painful pleasure. you gripped your bed sheets as your back arched from another orgasm hitting you like a ton of bricks, your moans being muffled as you tried your best to keep quiet.

kappa fucked you from behind with more intention than usual, watching your ass recoil with each quick thrust. he looked at the way his slimy cock disappeared into you as his fingers massaged your sensitive bud. he saw the way you were trying to suppress your noises. “aw c’mon sugar… you can’t still be mad at me.” he pressed his thumb onto your clit in an attempt to get a reaction out of you. you shivered, bringing a smile to his face.

his cock stuffed you full as your cum dripped down his balls and completely coated your inner thighs. you refused to lift your head from the pillow as it filled with the sound of your sweet moans. he pouted, seeing how stubborn you were being. “at least look at me, doll. i’m trying to make it all up to you. you know i hate it when you’re upset.” his voice dripped with a mix of sincerity and lust.

he kneaded the tight skin of your ass, running his fingers over your smooth skin. you could hear the slapping sound of his thrusts, and they just made you even more desperate to have every inch of him inside of you. you couldn’t admit it, but everything about his technique at that moment was perfect. 

his hips were slapping into yours at the perfect place, hitting the gooey core inside of you each time he went back in. you had gone completely drunk on his cock, feeling as liquid seeped out of your hole and dripped down to the already soaked mattress. you lifted your head for a moment to get a breath of air, and he took the opportunity to pound into you even faster, finally being able to hear your unmuffled noises.

kappa saw how you’d drenched the pillow with your tears and drool, knowing how good he was making you feel, though you were too stubborn to admit it. “s-still not doin good enough for you..?” he said between deep groans. you were still able to sense the cockiness in his voice. unable to respond with anything due to your brain being completely fucked out, you simply let out a low groan. “f-fuck you…”

he chuckled softly. “already doing that, sugar… why don’t you turn around for me, hm? let me see that pretty face of yours…” without you getting a word out, he flipped you around and pushed himself onto you, now fucking you in missionary position. somehow, this felt even better than before, his cock getting buried even deeper now.

he used a hand to keep your legs spread apart, squeezing your thigh in the process. he stirred his cock inside of your tight walls, watching how your eyes rolled to the back of your head with that simple movement. he felt your pussy pulsate around his length as a response. “oh, is that the spot, doll? want me to do it again?” he whispered in your ear. you nodded frantically as incohesive sobs came out of your parted lips.

“well, you’ve gotta ask nicely, sugar. i wanna hear that you’re not mad anymore.” this treatment was killing you, but your desperation overpowered your anger at this point. “again! p-please..!” your legs shook aggressively as he repeatedly shoved his cock into your wet sticky pussy. “of course, baby. just wanna make you feel good…” he hit that spot over and over again until your cum covered the base of his cock.

you closed your eyes as you clawed at his back, surely drawing blood. another orgasm was just in your grasp. his thrusts became sloppy and inconsistent as he raspily groaned your name repeatedly. he buried his head in your shoulder as he felt your tight walls crushing his length once again. though it was extremely difficult, he continued to fuck you through your orgasm even though his cock was completely raw.

your body melted into the bed as you finally felt him pull out of you. you closed your eyes as your chest heaved, trying to regain your composure. kappa looked at his cock, which was completely red and sore before laying down beside you. he gave you a thoughtful glance. “still mad at me, doll?” you still refused to look at him, but you shook your head.

he pulled you in and gave you a soft kiss on the cheek, earning a little smile out of you. no matter how hard-headed you were, he knew how to get you every time.

author's note: i love kappa even though he had 2 seconds of screen time. he's my bbg :))

[romanroyapoligist]

sorry everyone i think i GYATT something in my eye!

[poor-dead-birds]

Jack Thurlow Headcanons

* contains NSFW H/Cs, but also fluff too*

~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~

Fluff:

He tucks you in when you fall asleep before him because he writing. Kissing you and telling you he'll be in bed soon with you.

He's really good at making breakfast for no reason. We're talking full spread, anything you could think of breakfast, because Jack Thurlow is going to make sure his love starts the day off right!

The house always smells of mahogany and cigarette smoke. It is a comfort to Jack even when he's having a major freak out.

He likes candle lit bathes with you sitting between his legs and resting your head on his chest as you both watch steam come off the water.

He sets up the projector in the back yard and you both watch movies on a white sheet as the screen. Mostly crude horror films or thrillers, but it reminds him of watching movies with his dad the same way as a kid.

Decorating the house for Halloween becomes a competition and Jack WILL win. He loves when you help him, but also when you sit outside and just watch.

NSFW:

He loves lifting you up on the counter, wrapping your legs around his waist amd letting his fingertips explore every inch of your body while he nips softly at your skin as he purs dirty things in your ear...

"Could bend you over this counter and fuck you so hard right now... mmmmm, you'd like that wouldn't you huh?"

He loves loves loves overtimulating you with a vibrator until tears are streaming down your face and you're begging him to stop.

He will ALWAYS eat you out. Breakfast. Lunch. Dinner. He attacks like a hungry dog and doesn't stop until you've cum 3 times or more.

"Fucking taste so good! That's it, again for be baby... again... yeah... love when you make a mess all over my face..."

He is sooooooo vocal. So much praise. He moans, whimpers, grunts, even begs when he's inside of you. There is nothing quiet about sex with Jack.

He hits it from behind in the shower as the hot water rains down on the both of you. Always makes sure to rub little circles on your clit. Such a giver!

He prefers rough sex so he can say absolutely vile things while pounding into you, but the aftercare is always 1000%. Always.

"Bet you love having this cock deep inside you... fucking slut... take it so fucking good for me! Wanna fucking ruin you..."

[chiapetkinnie]

He's just a silly little guy and I want him

[icarus-star]

pinterest graced me with baby rory holding a crab.

[angelsanarchy]

Alkaline: Euronymous x Y/N Series CH 1

Tagging: @ophelialaufey @madamemaximoff06 @forever-not-gonna-sink

Euronymous saw her everywhere. She worked for the local grocery delivery service during the day and his favorite food place in town. He wishes he could say that it was his favorite only because of the falafal but he enjoyed the banter that they had with one another. He was too focused on Mayhem getting a new singer and getting some shows under their belts to even remotely consider the idea of courting anyone but if he had, Y/n would be the first person he would look up.

"Oystein! Make sure you take that dead plant to the garbage before you leave!" He grabbed the now brown plant and shoved it under his arm as he walked down the front steps. He noticed the grocery bike parked across the street but no sign of Y/n. He tossed the plant just as she came through the gate of the neighbors house and smiled when she saw him.

"Hi there! Heading off to make the devils music?" Y/n knew he was in a band and that metal was his favorite genre. He never understood why she wasn't afraid of him like most normal people he ran across but he wasn't going to question it.

"Of course. Just doing my part to crumble the edification of society." Euronymous said confidently with a smirk.

"Sounds like a busy day. I'd hate to interrupt." She threw her leg over the bike.

"You want a ride? You can put your bike in the back-" He gestured to the empty trunk and she shook her head.

"I'm done with my deliveries for today so I'm heading home, thanks." She appreciated the offer but she knew that wherever he was heading wasn't anywhere close to her house.

"Ah so you don't want me to know where you live? I thought we were kindred souls." Euronymous teased.

"Atheist is not the same as Satanist, Oystein. Not exactly kindred but I'd hate for you to be caught with a poser like me riding shotgun." He had never mentioned he was a Satanist but the band also frequented the Falafal joint and he's sure she's heard them discussing the direction he wanted to take Mayhem in.

And still, that didn't scare her off.

"Euronymous. My name is Euronymous." He corrected firmly. She smiled, scrunching her nose at the name like she always had.

"I'm sorry but I won't ever call you Euronymous. I just don't see it." He paused at the statement.

"See what?" He inquired.

"I know the origin of the name. You just don't give off flesh eating spirit dwelling in the underworld. Your eyes are too pretty for that one." She complimented making him cough into his hand to hide the blush creeping up his neck.

"You don't know me very well. Maybe you should come to one of my shows and you'll change your mind." He tried to sound menacing but Y/n knew just as much about Oystein as he did her.

She knew he was a good son and brother. She knew he used to get pretty decent grades when he was in school and that he's been playing his guitar since he was 10 years old. She could never see him as some cannibalistic nightmare of a person. He might think highly of himself but she had seen such a softer side of him when delivering groceries for his family.

"Maybe." She shrugged. She had often responded to his show invites with a maybe and he was always disappointed when she never showed but he understood how busy she was. She worked two jobs to take care of herself and her family.

"I'll see you around, Y/N" He held his hand up and she mockingly gave him the devil horns she had seen his sister do so often when they were listening to the loud metal music blasting from the upstairs bedroom window. He chuckled and returned the gesture.

"See you around Oystein." She watched him pull down the street and didn't even notice he was already looking at her in the rear view mirror. He would never understand how two people who were so insanely different could have such a good rapport.

[angelsnkisses]

nsfw headcanons - tyler <3

💟 nsfw - mdni 💟

A/N: i haven't actually finished the show, but it's good so far :). definitely a little.. questionable at times, but all good shows are, right? 😭 also idk why my replies are off but it's driving me insane

warnings: softdom!tyler, sub!fem!reader, breeding kink, dubcon, overstimulation, mentions of pregnancy

• no cause this show is WILD, but, disregarding that... can we talk about how tyler definitely has a huge breeding kink? there's no doubt about it.

• hear me out, he fucks you good, like gripping the sheets and seeing stars type of good. so good, in fact, that you're too dumbed out to use your critical thinking skills to make rational decisions in the moment. and as fucked as it is, he uses it to his advantage.

• he'll turn on that loving, gentle voice of his and start rubbing your clit to get your brain all foggy, hitting that divine spot inside you over and over again and turning your brain into susceptible mush.

"there you go, so good for me.. you gonna let me fill you up tonight?"

• he asks so casually, and smiles knowingly when you get all flustered and start shaking your head. he'll lean down and coo quiet pleads and praises at you, his silky voice working hard to convince you to do as he pleases.

"no? it'll feel so good, you wanna feel good?"

"come on, do it for me.. it would make me so happy."

• he knows it's wrong, but the satisfaction that washes over him when you finally whimper out a quiet 'yes' is unreal.

• aside from his tendency to manipulate your frangible little mind, he has other.. interests, if you will. one of those particular interests is overstimulating you until you can't even breathe properly.

• he'll pound you relentlessly, coaxing you through orgasm after orgasm until you're sobbing under him. best believe he has a touch of dacryphilia, because he fucks you even harder when he sees tears stream down your cheeks.

"shhh, just a few more for me. aw, don't cry, baby.. i know, it's okay."

"you don't wanna cum? you were begging for it just a little while ago.."

• after maybe 5 or 6 orgasms, he'll finally stop. not because he needs to, but because you do. he doesn't wanna completely destroy you (though part of him is intrigued to see just how much you can really take).

"you still in there? aw, you poor thing. fucked you dumb, didn't i?"

• he'll pull out slowly, taking his time to watch all his cum spill out of your spent, puffy cunt. you jerk and whine when he pushes it back in with his fingers, shushing you soothingly.

• he'll eventually leave your tortured sex alone, instead focusing on making you feel better. he'll clean you up, or have you lay on his chest so he can rub your back. he'll mumble an occasional praise, his mood elevated at the idea of you finally getting pregnant.

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A/N: i don't think i've really posted anything like this, i'm nervous 😭. regardless, i hope you enjoyed! sorry it's short :3.

[roryculkinluvr]

hii i luv ur work been a fan for a while now & i figured since u write a lot abt charlie mayb ud be comfortable w writing about charlie + reader sleeping peacefully until charlie gets woken up by reader whos having a wet dream, he’s a bit embarrassed about it but also turned on, he decides to wake reader up whos clueless at first but then remembers their dream, they end up having sex to cure their hornyness hihi

SLEEPLESS ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

pairing: switch charlie walker x switch fem reader

warnings: established relationship, smut, sexual themes, wet dream, unprotected p in v, aftercare

notes : i love this idea so much and had so much fun writing it! i’m not sure how well i did with this so feedback is highly appreciated :)! thank you for all of your support with the request, you’re so sweet mwah ♡

you were wrapped in charlie’s arms, your head rested on his chest as you both slept. he held you so close as your body began shifting in his embrace, mumbles of his name leaving your lips.

as charlie was a light sleeper, after a few quiet calls of his name, he woke up. “yeah?” he replied, still half asleep. you didn’t answer. charlie lifted his head slightly, attempting to look at your face. “y/n?” he whispered.

“mmm fuck.” you swore under your breath, “feels good char.” charlie’s eyes widened as he finally clued in, you were having a wet dream about him. his cheeks turned crimson, so flustered by his own discovery.

it goes without saying that you and charlie had already had sex, many times. it was the fact that you dreamt about it that drove him crazy. he couldn’t describe how he felt, proud yet embarrassing but overall turned on.

charlie could feel himself growing hard, your sighs of pleasure and groans only made it worse. he was trying his best to ignore it. he tried his best to pretend he wasn’t imagining your tight cunt wrapped around him or watching your tits bounce as you rode him.

“please char.” you mumbled. just those words alone forced a hushed whimper out of him.

after a few minutes of the sounds of your muffled moans, charlie simply couldn’t take it any more; he was painfully hard. he propped himself up onto his elbow, gently shaking your arm with his other hand. “baby wake up, are you okay?” he asked gently.

“m’okay, why?” you replied, your voice was raspy and your eyes were still shut.

“you were saying my name, that’s all.” charlie didn’t know how to go about this; he didn’t want to embarrass you, or himself.

“no i wasn’t?” you mumbled. you slowly opened your eyes, looking up at him while your head remained on his chest.

“yeah you were. you were swearing and saying my name, so i wanted to check on you.” charlie gave you a warm smile, pushing down his thoughts which were running wild.

while trying to get more comfortable, after being woken up by your “concerned” boyfriend, you moved your leg which pressed against charlie’s boner. he prayed to god that you didn’t notice, but spoiler alert, you most definitely did.

“must have been my dream, sorry for waking you up.” you told him in a low, sultry voice after catching on to what your boyfriend was initially insinuating.

“what was your dream about?” he asked you, trying to sound like he didn’t already know the answer.

“you.” was all you said before moving so you were on top of charlie, his arms wrapped around your back. “seems like you liked what i was saying, is that why you woke me up?” you teased.

“yeah, um, yeah. what uh, what were we doing in your dream?” he asked. charlie found you impossibly hot, anything you did in that moment would’ve just turned him on more and more.

“you were on top of me.” you purred, charlie’s eyes widened.

“fuck.” he huffed. you brought your lips to his neck, leaving a trail of kisses to his lips. “can we, do you want to—” he began.

“if you want to fuck then yes.” you interrupted. with that, charlie flipped you over so you were under him. usually you’d tease charlie or make him beg, but that night you were just as needy as he (always) was. he swiftly pulled off your oversized pyjama shirt, charlie’s eyes widened as the sight of your bare chest as revealed from under the thin cotton of your shirt.

he pulled his top off next, immediately crashing his lips into your afterwards. if charlie was on top, he’d usually take a moment to admire you. he’d feel and praise your every inch of your body before he fucked you, but as i said, the two of you were desperate.

he pushed your underwear to the side, pulling his hard cock out of his boxers and aligned himself with your entrance. “i love it when you let me take care of you baby, you look so pretty under me… you always look so, so beautiful.” he told you.

“you’re so sweet to me cher, so perfect.” you smiled at him before he pushed himself into you. he went slow at first, easing his way into the fast pace you both desperately needed.

“so sexy.” charlie muttered. he knew he wasn’t going to last long as his gaze shifted from your face to your tits (again). he took one in his hand, kneading it as he thrusted in you.

“feels so good mmm fuck.” you moaned as felt charlie bottom out inside you, he did this slowly a few times before returning to a faster pace.

“you like that baby.” charlie smirked as a drawn out groan left your lips, he took that as a yes.

“you can— you can go faster char, you’re not hurting me i promise.” you were panting, stumbling over your words, this only turned charlie on more. “please.”

as the plead left your mouth, he began pounding into you. honestly, you weren’t expecting this from charlie it was unlike him. he’d usually be under you, begging you to let him cum, but knowing you were dreaming of him taking control, of him being on top, gave him a boost in confidence.

“baby ugahhh you feel so fucking good.” charlie groaned. his brain went fuzzy as whimpers and babbled spilled from his mouth, poor charlie was barely able to form words as he fucked you. “mmmaughhh, m’gonna fuck i’m gonna cum. m’so close!” he whined.

“cum inside me, need you to fill me up.” you told him.

“okay, fuck, okay baby.” was all he said before he finished, his warm cum filling your cunt. “m’gonna keep going, want you to cum too.” he panted.

you reached down to play with your clit as charlie’s cock hit your g spot perfectly with each thrust. “m’close.” you huffed.

the room filled with both of your high pitched moans until you came on his dick.

while you both calmed down, charlie held you close to his chest as your fingers played with his curls. “you should let me do that more often, like be on top. i mean, you were kinda dreaming about it.” he teased, laughing softly.

you rolled your eyes at him playfully “oh shut up” you joked. “you like it when i’m in control.” you giggled, kissing your boyfriend’s cheek.

charlie rolled his eyes right back at you, in such a way that accepted that you were right. “fine, now i’ll get us cleaned up.” he kissed your lips gently before wiping you down with a wet towel and helping you get dressed in his pjs.

you both whispered your ‘i love you’s before drifting back to sleep in each others arms.

[f1nalgirlz]

Desperation. | Charlie Walker

in which Ghostface (Charlie Walker) attacks a girl he’d always been attracted to, in anger of her never noticing him. She pleads with him, assuring him she’d do anything for her life. Would he take this opportunity to get what he’d always wanted from her?

˗ˏˋcontents´ˎ˗ Charlie Walker x reader, fem! reader, p in v, nsfw, use of y/n, college student y/n still living with her parents, disappearing act ghostface

˗ˏˋwarnings´ˎ˗ violent themes, serial killer(ghostface), sexual themes, knife mention, creampie, fingering.

The night was extremely dark, not to mention chilly. By now it was mid-October and everyone in Woodsboro was buzzing about the recent murders amping up. Some people cared, but to most, it seemed like a big joke. To Y/N however, it was far from it. The killings had gotten increasingly more violent and depraved. The news coverage and talk about it amongst the population made Y/N’s heart feel like it was tensing up in her chest, unable to push any blood through her body. Looking out the window of her house she couldn’t see any people walking around or any porch lights turned on. This was likely because of the countywide curfew put in place by the police department. Before the murders had started, her parents had to take a trip abroad, trusting her alone in Woodsboro. After hearing about the murders, they instantly regretted their decision. Unfortunately, their tickets were nonrefundable. They were forced to stay on their work trip with no way back to their daughter.

Y/n pulled the curtains she was gazing out of shut and walked over to check that the front door was still locked. When she confirmed it was, she did her rounds, checking all locks and closing curtains downstairs. Once she was satisfied she went upstairs to her room with increasingly heavy eyes. When she pushed the sturdy oak door open, however, something felt different, shocking some drowsiness out of her. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. She noticed next that the curtains in her room were flowing with the wind… her window was open.

She really wasn’t a dramatic person, but she was so sure that she had closed that window maybe not locked it but definitely closed. Slowly, she creeped towards the window, moving the curtains aside to see how far it was open… fully. It was fully open. When she stuck her head out to peek down, right there was the ladder from her backyard leaned up against the side of the house. She barely had time to process the ladder being lined up with her window before she felt a sharp pain in her scalp.

As her eyes darted to the side, trying desperately to see her intruder she felt the gloved hand tighten, pulling her hair painfully. The pain alone made tears prick up in her eyes. “Please, what do you want?” She cried hoarsely, but she was just dragged to the floor by her hair. When she landed on her back she looked up, a medium height person looming over her in a ghostface costume. This revelation made her heart sink, tears fully welling up into her eyes now. “Please… I’ll do anything… just please don’t kill me.” She said, some tears rolling down her cheeks as she scooted away from the figure above her, not daring to stand up from the floor. The ghostface tilted his head, as if he was thinking about her words, then came another desperate plea. “I’ll do anything! I won’t even report this to the cops or tell ANYONE please!” She was fully begging now, sobbing as she did. Charlie raised his eyebrows under his mask. ‘Was she serious?’ He thought to himself but decided not to dwell on it. He wanted her, he’d wanted her so badly for so long, this could be his opportunity right? Her stomach twisted when she felt a strong hand grabbing her by the arm, slamming her down on her own bed, face down. She sucked in a deep breath when she heard the jingling of a belt, fear paralyzed her, but something in her stomach felt tingly. When she felt gloved hands yanking down her pajama shorts and panties, her cheeks flushed. She was not only embarrassed that she was being exposed like this, but also ashamed that this current treatment was making her feel things. Not just the usual things someone would feel in the situation, like terror, but she was feeling her heat pulsating between her legs. She'd never admit it to anyone else, but she'd always read books about situations like this. When she got off sometimes she'd even imagine it happening to her. She knew it wasn’t right, but she couldn’t help her interest in it. She bit her lower lip when her legs were spread by two aggressive hands, as she obediently remained bent over her bedside. She remained quiet, not daring to look back at him until she felt something hard and warm thrust into her pussy. It had slid in easily, no resistance at all due to how wet she'd gotten simply from being manhandled this way. She’d turned to look back at him, her lips falling into an ‘o’ shape, she’d almost looked surprised. That’s what Charlie would’ve thought anyway, had a low moan not slipped out of her mouth. The masked man tilted his head at her as he began thrusting into her at a steady pace.

As the man thrusted inside her, she tried to remain unmoving, knowing he had a knife. Still, even knowing he’d broke into her house to kill her, she couldn’t stop herself from feeling pleasure. It made her body hot and her stomach tighten. The way he pounded into her, occasionally tugging her hair with a gloved hand made her uncontrollably moan. It was even better than she'd imagined in the past, the fear of his knife penetrating her skin just added to the adrenaline rush of the whole situation. Y/n was desperate for him and it was obvious by the way she pushed her hips back against his when he thrusted into her, the way her eyes fluttered shut, rolling back every time they opened, and especially by the way long strings of moans were escaping her mouth. Y/n was absolutely shameless by now. She wasn't the only one thoroughly enjoying this encounter though, Charlie was too. Moans and grunts escaping him, muffled by his mask. As his thrusts grew sloppier the clatter of the knife hitting the hardwood floor could be heard. Y/n felt the gloved hands aggressively gripping the skin of her hips, slamming her onto his cock roughly, a choked moan leaving her lips as her chest heaved. Her cunt was throbbing, pulsing around him as her hands desperately grasped for anything to hold onto, which ended up being her blanket. The previously silent room was filled with the sounds of skin meeting skin, heavy breathing, and moans from both people in the room. A smile was working its way onto Charlie's lips, though no one would even be able to see it, he could feel a burning in his stomach as he watched how the girl reacted underneath him. Charlie could feel his orgasm nearing as he continued to hammer into her, cumming deep into her soon after the feeling built up. Her throbbing pussy milking every drop from him, as he slumped forward, chest against her back. A low moan escaped him as she continued moving her hips against his now still ones until, he couldn't stand the overstimulation any longer and pulled out. The girl under him moaned softly, and a wet noise followed his movements.

A soft whine left her lip, she was achingly close but hadn't gotten to cum. Though just inches away from release, she wasn't about to push her luck with a serial killer. However, her whine and lack of release didn't go unnoticed by Charlie though, as he slipped his gloves off and tossed them to the floor. His eyes over her body, still bent over the bed, cum leaking from her used hole. He used two fingers to scoop it up, pushing it back into her pussy, the contact making her moan again. That's when the man spoke for the first time that night, "You wanna cum?" he asked her teasingly, she didn't even have time to be surprised, just giving him a vigorous nod in response. His fingers worked their way inside her skillfully, pressing into every right spot in her warmth. She moaned again as he massaged her pulsing cunt, spreading her legs with his free hand and wrapping his arm around her to rub her clit. She was too entranced to notice how familiar the voice sounded. As his fingers pumped in and out of her, she felt her orgasm building up in her stomach. She was getting closer by the second until finally she was sent over the edge, pussy tightening around Charlie's fingers and a loud moan escaping her, being muffled by her shoving her face into her bed. As she came, his fingers continued to move inside her, letting her ride out her orgasm.

As Y/n came down from her high, catching her breath while body slumped over the side of her bed she finally decided to sit up and look around. The ghostface who'd been there previously was gone. She was a little relieved, but a lot confused. Standing up on her shaky legs, she scanned the empty room. Her body was utterly exhausted, instead of cleaning herself up she decided to just crawl into her bed and sleep.

R: long time no see... i know this is kinda ass, especially at the end, but i had an idea and wanted to write for it. i started working on this back in October and never finished it until now.. it is also not proofread yet so lmk if you see any typos or errors of any kind. I greatly appreciate any feedback good or bad. i'm working on a few vampire fics atm but i have a lot of ideas i wanna do. i also wanna write some more stuff for non-Rory characters so yeah!

[madamemaximoff06]

Me: “I’m not a slut”

fictional Villians/Serial Killers exists:

Me: “Okay maybe I am a little bit”

Characters in Order:

Billy Loomis (Scream 1)

Stu Macher (Scream 1)

Mickey Alteri (Scream 2)

Charlie Walker (Scream 4)

Bo Sinclair (House of Wax)

Jason (J.D) Dean (Heathers)

Habit (EverymanHYBRID)

Patrick Andersen (MLAndersen0)

Jack Torrance (The Shinning Mini-Series)

Kappa (Black Mirror)

Tate Langdon (American Horror Story)

Jonathan Crane/Scarecrow (Batman: The Dark Knight Trilogy)

Light Yagmai (Death Note)

Erik Destler/The Phantom of the Opera (Phantom of the Opera)

Mark Jefferson (Life is Strange)

Simon Kelleher (One of Us is Lying)

Joe Goldberg (You)

Brahms Heelshire (The Boy)

Valtor (Winx Club)

Josh Washington (Until Dawn)