#scream 4 oneshot

[castieltrash1]

the devil has come home → charlie w.

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

word count → 3.4k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Simply put, Charlie is not a prude.

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

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

“Billy,” Charlie tensely corrects.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[slasher-key]

Stay With Me (Charlie Walker)

Pairing: Charlie Walker x Fem!! Reader 

Warnings: The usual curse word here and there

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[mxlti-fand0m-imaginess]

He’s Mine // Charlie Walker

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

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

prompt: none

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

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

word count: 1.6 k

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

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

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

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

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

“I just did.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Uhm, y/n? What are you doing?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y/n, please,” Kirby begged you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Run,” he breathed out before falling.

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

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

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

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

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

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

You smiled and pulled your knife out of your jacket.

“I did,” you said.

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

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

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

“What are you talking about?”

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

“What the fuck y/n?” Charlie shouted.

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

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

“What are you talking about?”

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, yeah of course I do.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[reginageorgesgirlfriend3020]

Jill Roberts adores you! (Part 8)

"Baby". Jill said.

"Hmm". You said. You started to wake up.

"I'm back". Said Jill.

You mumbled something and said "Goldfish".

Jill laughed. "I love your sleepy voice". She said to you.

"Come on baby. Let's go to bed". Jill said to you.

"Noooo". You whined. "Cant we sleep here?"

Jill chuckled. "Come on babe. We can sleep in my bed. It's more comfortable. And my chest is yours to sleep on". She said

"Do you promise?" You asked

Jill smiled. "Yes. I will hold you so tight while you sleep"

You smiled. "Yay!"

Jill walked with you to her bedroom.

You got in the bed and under the covers.

Jill got in the bed with you and held you

"Goodnight baby". Jill said

"Mm". You said

Jill is super possessive

Like so possessive over you you're all she thinks about

She always has her eyes on you

She doesn't mind wrapping an arm around you when Sidney is around

When Kirby calls you Jill asks who you're talking to

When you wanna go for a walk she asks where you're going

Even in school Jill gives that creepy teacher that evil stare death glare

Like 'Look at my girlfriend the wrong way and you wont live to see your grand kids!!'

Sometimes you think Jill is a bit of a stalker because

She has many pictures of you on her phone

But really she wants everyone to know you're HER girlfriend and you belong to her

You never ever thought you'd fall in love with Jill

And you'd never thought she'd fall in love with you

But when you and Jill kissed it was like you

Never wanted her to stop touching you and kissing you

When you and Jill are watching a movie downstairs she's always the big spoon

Sleeping next to her makes you feel safe

Even Sidney says you and Jill are super adorable together

When Trevor tried to scare you because you drank his ginger ale and ate his potato chips

He dressed up as ghostface

You ran. You grabbed a bat and

Screamed "Me and Jill love each other!! Leave us alone!!!"

One ghostface said "But we wanna have fun with you"

You swung the bath hitting one ghostface on the shoulder as one went down in pain

The other ghostface you destroyed his knee cap

"Aaaaagggghhhgghhh!!!!!!" They both said in agony

"Baby!" Jill said "What happened?"

You took off both their masks

"Charlie? Trevor?" Jill said

"Agghhhh my shoulder!!" Charlie yelled

"My fuckin knee cap!!" Trevor yelled

"Oh. Sorry". You said

Jill smiled. "Remind to never play a prank on you". She said

You giggled.

Jill loves you with all her heart

With every fiber in her being

Loves when you give her a lapdance

Loves to see you dressed in some sexy lingerie

She always wanted to ask you because

She says you're the most beautiful and prettiest woman shes ever seen

Her cuddles are everything to you

Tells you she loves everyday

[bipstargirl]

❝Jill's love language❞

feel free to request any headcanon here 🠒 headcanons list

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[drcydrift]

𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘺 𝘯𝘴𝘧𝘸 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘴

pairing || ethan landry x fem!reader

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

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT — 18+ ONLY

ethan making you suck his dick

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

riding ethan

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

ethan fingering you

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

ethan + praise

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

ethan eating you out

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

ethan fucking your ass

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

ethan + breeding

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

milking ethan with your thighs

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

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

[ashes-writing]

devil | scream 4 ; c.walker

A/N; so listen up kiddos. Recently I watched Jack Goes Home and this.. It sent me down a Rory Culkin rabbit hole. And naturally, this led me to rewatch Scream 4 for probably the bajillionth time, holy shit. Look, this is just something weird, something a little... dark.. that came to my brain. If weird, kind of spicy and wildly inappropriate are not your cup of tea then this post is probably not something you'll want to read. In the spirit of all my late posts, this too is a reader fic. Because things seem to flow better that way. aka when i get my nerve up to post some of my oc fics on here it's over for my ass bc they're gonna flop hard lmaooo. But anyway, another reader fic. This time with Charlie Walker from Scream 4.

Tag List ; @schizoauthoress is the only person on my horror tags rn. If you'd like to fix this and be added to it, please by all means.. Click the link below.

Pairing ; Charlie Walker x Troublemaker!Fem reader, listen there is no other way to say this. Reader is.. a handful.

Summary ; The last thing you expected was to find yourself in the supply closet in the back of the classroom with Charlie Walker. When this happens, things get a little spicy.

Warnings ; for now, there are only vague hints that he's stone cold crazy and planning to slash bodies or in liason with Jill. As dark as it gets is him going on an internal rant about the mistakes Billy made and how those got him seperated from Sydney. Beyond the slight air of darkness / murdery hints, there's making out in a semi public place, swearing, panty theft, almost a fight / bullying situation between Reader and Kirby and Robbie Mercer being both a conscience and a cockblock simultaneously.

Other Stuff ; tag list doc || rules + fandoms and some of the characters I write for || requests ; open, any fandom but pro wrestling with headcanons / nsfw alphabet and fluffy alphabet letters only please and thanks.

I do not consent to having my work reposted. I also do not consent to having my work rewritten / copied and changed to be reposted.

“Listen, I’m just saying… Virgins are always the first to go. The virgin is never the final girl. So if you want to live through this killing spree? Get laid. Do it now.. Screw the logic that says virgins live to the end because they don't I mean... Look who just died, there's the proof...” and as she says it, Kirby Reed settles back into her  desk. 

You roll your eyes to yourself a few rows away before smirking and speaking up. “Just say you’re a whore and go already, Jesus christ.”

You know it’ll start a fight but honestly, you don’t care. Because it’s Monday and Kirby fuckin Reed is already giving you a headache. You’d rather be anywhere but Woodsboro High to begin with, so the two combined and prompted you to look for a little spice. A way to make your Monday more interesting.

“Aw, look… It’s the girl who wants to be me so bad she can taste it.” Kirby barely looks at you. The jealousy in her tone might be missed by you, but Jill and the other girls pick right up on it. All Kirby has bitched about all weekend is how Charlie Walker is always following you around like some stupid little puppy lately. And she got angry as hell when Jill pointed out that she was upset, therefore, this meant she was jealous.

“In your dreams, bimbo.” you retort, twisting your hair around your finger. “I’d really rather not have to play pin the tail on the STD. How many are you up to this month, hm? Three? Four?”

She’s on her feet in seconds and you’re not a stranger to fisticuffs, so you don’t waste any time getting on your feet either. You’re pulling the big silver moon earring out of your ear as she starts your way and you smirk when Robbie Mercer grabs her. The only problem with this is about the same time Robbie Mercer grabs hold of her, you find yourself thrown carelessly over the shoulder of Charlie Walker.

You kick your legs, briefly flashing the entirety of the class behind you with the tear on the inside the leg of your favorite pair of fishnets and the faintest split second flash of deep black lace when your kicking sends your skirt flipping upward and shows your panties and the curve of your ass. 

You pound on Charlie’s chest and midsection with your fists and you squeal out in mock horror, “Unhand me, you asshole! I’ll bite, damn it!”

Normally, Charlie Walker doesn’t say more than a word or two to you here and there unless there’s dire necessity. He’s too busy following Kirby around or doing Film Club things or the video yearbook with Robbie, his best friend.

So it catches you off guard when he glances over at you and smirks with a little shrug. “Is that an offer, princess?”

“It’s a threat, sleazeball!” you assert. When you actually do attempt to bite him, it’s his abdomen that catches the unholy wrath of your teeth and he’s rushing to put you on your own feet in a quieter corner of the classroom -which happens to wind up being the supply closet in back. All you can do is smirk in satisfaction as you tap your foot against the tiled floor.

“What? Why do you look so damned smug right now, hm?” Charlie leans into you a little. Studying you intently. A curious gleam in ice blue eyes. “Does chaos just make you happy or something?” he demands an answer as he studies you intently. Looking at you as if he’s seeing you for the first time and honestly, it feels like he has.

See, until recently, it was all about Kirby.

But then you caught his attention by a happy accident.

You were trying to fight Trevor because Trevor decided to play grab ass with you  at one of Emma’s parties earlier in the month.

You’d dropped Trevor like a bad habit with just one slight movement, a simple sweep of your leg. Then when he tried to wrestle you down onto the floor with him because he couldn’t handle having his ass handed to him by a girl who was maybe 5 foot even at best, you’d straddled his hips and proceeded to squeeze his throat until he was struggling for his next breath.

Since that night, Charlie Walker had  barely acknowledged Kirby Reed.. Not that you’d notice, you seemed to be completely oblivious to the subtle shift in his intent focus... But he tried to pop up near wherever you happened to be a lot more. Which proved to be handy when you did something stupid like eating a habenero in the cafeteria on a dare and nearly choking, which he prevented by hitting you on the back until you coughed it up only to walk away wordlessly.. Or when he caught you pulling the fire alarm earlier this week just because to quote you, if you had to sit through one more boring pep rally, you’d simply die on the spot. He’d picked you up over his shoulder when you tripped while trying to flee the scene of the crime.

You were excitement. You were breathing chaos. When he compared you to Kirby Reed, Kirby only had sex appeal going for her.

And right now, as he stood there staring at you, standing taller and right in your way so you couldn’t get to Kirby like you wanted, he was starting to see that the scale of sex appeal was tipping a lot more in your favor than hers too.

You were snapping your fingers in his face with an annoyed look in your eyes and that’s what brought him crashing back into reality. 

“I said move, damn it.” you repeat yourself for at least the fourth time.

“Not gonna do that. Nope.” Charlie answers, stepping into your line of vision to block it. You pout up at him a little and laugh softly. “Oh, I get it… You know if I get past you, I’m gonna rip off your pretty little girlfriend's face and wear it like a Halloween mask. You don’t want me to beat her til she’s ugly inside and out… Right?”

“Nope. Not even close, kitten. Not even in the same galaxy as the answer.” Charlie’s hand raises and he drags it through his hair. You swallow hard because the smirk that tugs at his lips lets you know that he saw you when your eyes followed the way his hand dragged through his hair. He steps closer to you. Close enough that there’s no distance left between your bodies. Close enough that the scent of cologne and cigarette smoke and whatever body wash he uses and just… boy, those all combine and make you bite your lip just a little bit. You frown to yourself. 

You try to focus on what he’s saying, anything but the way his lips move when he’s chewing you out or saying whatever you’re barely listening to at the moment. Or the way he keeps stepping closer. The way he’s staring at your mouth intently as he does it.

And then your back’s against the blackboard behind you and his hips are pinning you between his body and the blackboard. One of his hands raise and catches against the side of your face. As the pad of his thumb rolls over your skin you shiver and before you can censor yourself, you melt into him. Charlie growls quietly. His other hand slips around behind you, settling against your ass as he squeezes. The fabric of your miniskirt bunching up in his hand. You whimper and your hand raises, tangling in his hair as your nails drag softly over his scalp.

Neither of you seem to stop and think, oh hey, this is a classroom and maybe we shouldn’t do this. Neither of you are focused on anything aside from just how good what’s happening feels. When Robbie’s throat clears from nearby, you two spring apart. Charlie glares at the taller boy and takes several deep breaths.

“I came to see if you got the spitfire under control. Apparently, she’s going to corrupt you now.” Robbie taunts him and you laugh, pouting a little as a hand raises to at least attempt straightening out the way Charlie had started to mess with and tug at your hair. All you can really do is shrug it off but the look on Kirby Reed’s face when she catches sight of the two of you looking as if you’ve just been caught with your hand in the cookie jar and are being reprimanded for it, that angry gleam is worth it all.

Even if Charlie only did whatever it is he was about to attempt just to get you to behave even a little. Robbie wanders back into the main area of the classroom with everyone else and the door to the supply closet bangs closed behind him softly but the damage is done. The trance has been broken.

Charlie steps back up to you and dips his head down, resting his forehead against your cleavage as he takes at least three long and deep breaths and grumbles out in a voice muffled by your tits, “Jesus. I swear the guy could unintentionally fuck up a wet dream.” as his fists clench against your hips when he grabs hold to pull you completely against him all over again.

“Were you going to kiss me, Charlie?” you ask with the softest of giggles. Melting against him which gets you a warning growl and the slightest nip to the side of your neck as the warmth of his breath tickles your ear when he responds “Thought about it, yeah.” laughing quietly as he gazes up at you. 

“What exactly is stopping you?”

“We’re kind of in a classroom supply closet right now, babe. Look around.” Charlie gestures to the lack of proper ambiance and you shrug. “It wouldn’t be the riskiest place I’ve made out before.” but you smirk as you say it and Charlie’s prompt response is to jam his fingers into his ears while loudly humming because he doesn’t want to hear it.

See, he’s gotten it in his head. This all ends with him and you. Screw his little agenda with Jill. He’s gonna turn on her and this time, the grave error made by Billy Loomis in not keeping his girl at his side will not be repeated by him, the new slasher of Woodsboro.

If Billy’s taught him anything through years of idol worship, it’s that even your idols can fuck up. And this time, he doesn’t intend on it. If Billy had kept Sydney in the dark. Kept her in line. Kept her well fucked and love-drunk then maybe their story wouldn’t have ended in tragedy.

He just knows yours won’t.

After all, you’re built different than Kirby Reed.

Otherwise, he’d never have taken notice, fucked around and gotten obsessed.

In short, he fully intends to be the last guy those soft lips of yours -or any other parts of your anatomy, ever touch. One way or another and he’s fully prepared to eliminate the competition any way he has to. 

“Charlie, c’mon. You’re looking at me all dopey right now.” you’re pouting up at him with those big, beautiful eyes. Batting those lashes. He decides to do the opposite of what his idol Billy would do in this situation. Instead of being a dick about it, he leans into the sappy romantic shit most girls want to hear.

His finger drags across your lower lip. His forehead settles against yours. “Maybe it’s because I wanna kiss you and I’m barely controlling myself.”

“Then don’t, oh my god.” you whine, wrapping your arms around his neck. You lean into him heavy enough that his back meets the closet door and he braces himself to stop the damn thing from flying open and both of you tumbling out just in time. His mouth latches against yours around the same time your leg raises to his hip and his free hand -the one not tangled in and tugging at your hair, grips your thigh right beneath your skirt. “This what you wanted, kitten?” he asks the question in the sweetest, most lovesick voice he can muster. It’s not hard to do at all and that surprises him. He’s been faking normal for so long now that when something is natural for once and it comes easily instead of being a tedious chore, it throws him for a loop.

Your whimper as you rock against him and melt into him has him drawing a shaky deep breath when the kiss breaks for a split second. “Answer me.” he grips your jaw gently in his hand and you pout because he’s not kissing you anymore. “Well it was til you stopped…”

“Babe, c’mon. Are you trying to drive me crazy here?” Charlie questions, frowning at you.

The class is still discussing the latest murder to have been gone viral when the two of you slip out of the closet and back into your seats. You’re dripping. And before you left the closet, Charlie Walker ripped off your panties and pocketed them while giving you that calm smirk. 

He says he’ll come by tonight. He wants you to leave your bedroom window open. And while it’s everything you’ve wanted since middle school, there’s a part of you that can’t help but wonder if you haven’t just entered into some kind of unholy union.

Because there’s always been something a little different. Just a little off with Charlie Walker.

[mysweetgirl2-love]

Cascading Sunlight - Eddie Munson x Reader

We meet again, Soft-tober prompts...

Here's a little mix-up to the animated character focus, Eddie from ST!! Heard he was kinda an underrated character? How weird, I haven't ever seen Stranger Things, so I don't know too much on him-

Aaaand I'm totally lying. But, if you couldn't already tell by my pfp, then here's me outwardly admitting to my fib LMAO.

Now, in trying to give Eddie the soft love that he deserves, here's a bit of a drabble on waking up beside him after a night out--maybe after a campaign. Whatever the reason were, he's here to ease you into a new morning. Hope you enjoy the read!

Prompt #5: Waking up beside...

Word Count: 1.8k

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The room always smelled of this familiar kind of stale, one you knew to be from hidden stashes, dirty piled laundry, Right Guard, and any other shit Eddie decided to stow away in just random spots located around his bedroom. He was never known for keeping clean, you were maybe least stranger to that besides the man himself.

Whatever the scent consisted of, it ultimately now reminded you of home. Home was with it and home was with him, here in his arms, waking up into a Saturday morning, with the sun still steadily rising into the sky—peeking through his blinds.

Groaning, you rolled back to your left and into the warmth of your lover beside you. He stirred briefly, wrapping sleepy arms back around your waist and pulling you tightly against him to settle back into his dreamland. “No, wait, I’m not ready to wake up just yet…”

“Eddie—ah, babe. I’m not, it’s…” you let yourself be readjusted as he flipped you onto his stomach, you now laying your head over his heart and letting the quiet thumping within him ease you back into the morning haze, “I’m sorry… I wasn’t trying to wake you up.”

Your voices are still raspy from sleep, and you can feel the tip of his nose slightly tracing along the line of your scalp—breathing you in as much as you were with him. A soft chuckle resonated in his chest, and you reveled in the feeling of it vibrating along the side of your face.

“I know, angel… you weren’t trying.” His hand reached up and over the side of your face, hooking itself beneath a strand of your hair before tucking it past your ear. “Yet, here I am. Definitely waking up.”

A deep sigh shifted through your being, and you nestled your head back in further against his chest—maybe still chasing after the same heartbeat from before.

“If I were you, I’d be blaming the sun… it started it.” You whined, squeezing your eyes further shut in wanting to solidify the darkness behind them. Tempt your consciousness back into slumber. 

Eddie further chuckled beneath you, his hand still stroking at the side of your face while his other reached to lightly trace against the side of your hip. It too was tempting you further back into that easy drowsiness, and at this rate you were more than willing to give in. 

“Hm… well, I do consider you to be the light of my life. I think that still allows me to pin some of the blame on you…” He grumbled, moving his hand further towards your shoulder and smushing his face into your hair. 

“That makes you a complete sap, you know.” You groaned at his attempt to woo you, and it wasn’t that it didn’t work. It was just funny to think of Eddie ‘the Freak’ Munson using such a term of an endearment to label you in his life. “It’s unbecoming.”

“Your cheek is really hot against my hand.” He snickered in highlighting the heat emitting from your cheeks, “Must be doing something right.”

You didn’t fight back this time, the indent of his thumb feeling a little menacing knowing that he was paying close attention to your temperature. Sighing, you tilted your chin up and let your lips brush against the underside of his jaw, littering a kiss or two where you could reach. Fuzzy warmth enveloping the both of you that was only encouraged with the ambience from outside.

“I would say yes, but your ego worries me…” You breathed beneath him.

“Trust me, just being able to date you inflates it enough.”

Slowly, Eddie leaned on his side and flipped you back in towards the mattress—now placing you in his shadow as the sunlight lit him up from behind. Your bleary eyes peeked up at him then, and you found him staring right back. The warmth from the light not even comparable to that of his smile. 

“There they are…” he murmured carefully, his face falling back to yours and making it so your noses lightly brushed against one another, “you look so perfect right here.”

“Oh, please Munson.” You nervously giggled, lightly pushing against his chest. “You flatter me too much.”

Saying it out loud solidified the feeling for you, that his words were simply too kind to ever describe someone like you. He couldn’t disagree more—because you simply finding him worth your time was maybe the one blessing he’d ever consider to be that of a higher power. Where some form of “heavens,” whatever that may entail, smiled down upon him in giving him the gift that was you. And your smile, your kindness, your encouragement, your empathy. Everything about you had him reeling, and he knew in his heart he’d never be able to repay such of the kindness that was you entering his life.

He was no worshipper of any sort, even if many considered his practice of certain hobbies to be entailing some form of the practice. That wouldn’t be true for Satan, but for you he was groveling. His feelings ran so deep into the whatever soul he had left that it felt appropriate to treat you like a holy being. Come to send him redemption in some form, he could hope. Even if you were there to curse him he wouldn’t mind—he had gotten to know you and that was all he really could care about. 

The moment caught back up to him, and you could almost see him “return” from his thoughts with how the faraway look shifted to one that was more focused. “Something on your mind?”

“Yeah,” He sighed easily, reaching up to delicately press the tip of your nose with his forefinger, “nothing you need to be worried about.”

Frowning, you pouted up at him now with a light jutting out of your lower lip. Eddie bit back a grin in return, having to snicker at how childish you appeared before him. Adorable as ever.

“Tell me.”

“Hm?” He propped one hand up on its elbow, pressing his face in his palm while still eyeing you curiously, “You wanna know?”

Your pout deepened, as though willing the lower-lip-pout trick to work in puppy-dog eyeing your way for his admittance, “Yes.”

“You sure?”

“Positive.”

“You won’t get embarrassed?”

“Embarrassed?”

Eddie’s grin widened, “Like, if it were about what I think of you and how incredibly beautiful you are… and how I want to follow you to the ends of earth in cherishing your heart, because I don’t think anyone else can love as much as you do… and how you’ll always be the one in my eyes with everything you’ve done for me already…”

Your face must’ve been beet-red, or something. It felt like your cheeks might as well sear off.

“…Okay, maybe I don’t want to know all the gory details—“ Eddie snorted, your brow hardening, “but is that really all you were thinking about!”

“At this rate, I don’t know if you’ll believe me when I say yes…”

You held your tongue in retort, knowing he was right in your denial. As he thought he didn’t deserve you, it was clear that you felt the same but just vice-versa. Because what have you done in your life that would deserve such a support system like you had through Eddie. Someone who never doubted your spirit, and always encouraged you through the bleaker moments when you felt as though you couldn’t do anything right.

“…Maybe.”

Eddie laughed when you finally managed an answer, curling into your side with fits of laughter while you scurried to wrap your arms around him in turn. Holding him close with a quiet roll of your eyes—squeezing him against your chest before pressing your lips into his hairline. 

“You’re hilarious, you know that?” He chuckled into your shoulder.

“God, yeah, I get it. So funny.” You bitterly scoffed, resisting the urge to pinch lightly at his shoulder. “You’re a real pain, ya’ know that?”

“Mmm, the sweetest of pains…” he merely whispered back, your skin quickly turning warm with various kisses Eddie then began to lay across the bare area. His teeth grazed down your arm, you shuddered much to his amusement.

Leaning back, you attempted to pull yourself away from him which only caused him to pull himself in closer. A bunch of his hair surprisingly found its way into your mouth, and quickly from there you were frantically pushing him away, spitting his hair from your mouth in a fitful of disgust.

“Ew! When was the last time you showered, dumbass?!” You angrily spat, smushing his face against your palms in finally being able to throw him off, “Like last week?!” 

“More like two weeks ago, maybe? Is there any, real problem with that?” 

“God. Damnit!” You shout in disgust, fervently shaking your head as if that were going to help rid the taste from your tongue. In reality, there wasn’t even a taste, but a tired mind would always blow things like that out of proportion. 

Eddie was awake enough now to really appreciate your distaste towards whatever just happened, respecting your evident want for space by leaning back against his propped up hand—reverting back to gently watching over you. One lasting breath, he scrunched his nose out in your direction, cascading sunlight peering through the edges of his hair.

“The title ‘light of my life’ especially fits you right now, angel.” He murmured sweetly, no longer a hint of a tease. Truly enraptured with the sight before him. 

You paused in your agitated moments to give him a long stare, your mind slowly catching up with his in the shared waking hours. The repetition of his earlier statement made you snort, and you turned your face back into the pillows below.

“I think you just officially did yourself in, Sap.” You snorted dully into the sheets, hands pushing themselves under your hips and pulling you back into the same Munson chest you would’ve eventually sought out regardless. Easy and loving, Eddie pressed one more lasting kiss to your forehead—not seeming to mind his new nickname.

“Sticks and stones, love.” He hushed towards your head, giving the moment a beat to breath before starting to really shift upwards. Clearly moving to leave the bed, much to your immediate dismay.

“I thought you weren’t ready to get up?” You whined, helplessly being pulled up alongside the man.

“Now I am. C’mon,” he encouraged cheekily, enjoying your futile resistance, “let’s make breakfast.”

Up in two steps, Eddie made sure to situate you on your two feet before wandering towards the rest of his empty van, you sighing in watching him stalk away. Not seeing any chances to convince your favorite D&D player back to bed, you put your hands on your hips and stretch your back, sighing defeatedly.

“Sounds like a plan…” you huffed, taking a step in the right direction of his kitchen and ready to enjoy the rest of your morning together. Contentedly warm with the sunny world following to wake as well. 

[kisses4kaia]

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RULES 'N' BOUNDARIES! :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧

[kindheartedgummybears]

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

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

[k0k0ml]

OMG??

[slasher-key]

Nights Like This (Charlie Walker)

Pairing: Charlie Walker x Reader

Warnings: Some Curse Words, Speaking about death, and a little bit of blood

You and Charlie have been friends since middle school. You are really close to one another, maybe even closer than you thought. A few days after the killing of Olivia he comes to check up on you, and make sure everything is okay.

This is my first time writing on tumblr so hope you enjoy!!!

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This was all too much for me. Seeing all of that blood and watching one of my closest friends die right in front of me, and not being able to do anything killed me on the inside. I can’t stop thinking about what that evil bastard did to her.

I sit on my bed holding a picture of Olivia, Kirby, Jill, and I, and watch as my tears drop onto the glass of the picture frame. All I could think about is it should’ve been me. Yeah Olivia had her moments where she could be a bitch, but she was still one of my best friends, and definitely didn’t deserve to die.

I sit there in silence until I hear a small groan come from outside of my window. I tighten my grip on the picture in my hand and make my way to my bay window. You’re not getting me bitch I think. As I get closer to the window, I can feel the sick feeling in my stomach start to rise. I reach for the latch, but I am beat to it by a dark shadowy figure. The door flies open and at first instinct I throw the picture frame as hard as I can.

“OW WHAT THE FUCK Y/N?” The figure says hanging halfway through the window. I then realized, I knew that voice. I run to turn on the the lamp that’s on my dresser. I look back at the window to see Charlie standing there blood trickling from his head.

“Holy Shit, Charlie I’m so sorry, I didn’t know it was you.” I say in a pleading tone hoping he will forgive me for my stupid mistake. “It’s fine Y/N, It’s just a little blood that’s all.” He replies touching his head and wincing in pain. Even though he said it was fine I still felt bad so I offered to clean his wound, he protested at first and said he would do it himself, but I wasn’t taking no for an answer. 

We make it to my bathroom. I get the first aid kit out of the medicine cabinet and sit on top of the sink. Charlie makes his way in after me and stands in between my legs. I first get a damp cloth and start wiping the blood off of his forehead, and some that trickled down his face. I start cleaning his wound with peroxide, he flinches.

“Ow that hurt fucker, be gentle.” he whines “I am being gentle, stupid.” I reply continuing to dab at his gash.

“I got you pretty fucking good didn’t I?” I ask with a slight smirk on my face. “Yeah you did, I'm starting to think climbing through your window was a dumb ass idea, especially with a killer on the loose” He says laughing at his own stupidity. “yeah it was, and why were you climbing through the window anyways, we have a front door?” I asked genuinely confused.

“well, I tried that first, but your mom told me that I should give you some space.” he says “but knowing me I can’t ever give you space, and I also had to make sure you were okay, I’ve been really worried about you since what happened to Olivia I know you two were close.” he continues “Awwwww Charlie you care about me.” I say in annoying baby voice “Pussy” I whisper with a small chuckle starting to put ointment on the wound and bandage it up. “Shut up idiot.” he replies laughing at my little remark “But seriously, Y/N/N (Your Nickname) I am so sorry you had to go through that, I really am worried about you all the time now, and I don’t want anything to happen to you, because I love you so so much, you mean everything to me.” he says tear swelling in his eyes 

“Charlie you don’t have to worry so much I’m a big girl, I can take care of mys-” I pause thinking back to what he just said “Wait, did you just say you love me or am I hearing shit?” I ask “no you’re not just hearing shit, I am so in love with you I have been in love with you since middle school, especially since our first conversation was about movies. You have always been the only girl I have ever wanted.” 

I was speechless, I sit staring at him lost in thought. He tries to start talking again but I cut him off with closing the gap between us. His hands make there way to cup my face as mine go to his hair, after a while I finally pull away. “I love you too Charlie, I always have and I always will.” I tell him.

I slowly start to get close to his face again, but I guess I was taking too long. “Don’t tease me asshole.” He says kissing me once more before helping me down from the sink. We go back to my room, and he lays next to me on the bed. I get closer to him and lay my head on his chest. I slowly start to fall asleep to the sound of his heartbeat, and right before I am out like. I hear Charlie whisper to himself. “What a fucking night.” he kisses the top of my head before slowly dozing off with me.

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Thanks for reading I hope you liked it!!

[mxlti-fand0m-imaginess]

Movie Night // Jill Roberts

request: “Could you do Jill roberts scream x female reader that figures out she’s Ghostface earlier than she’s supposed to”

“Could you do a jill roberts scream x female reader where reader is hanging out with Kirby and jill gets jealous”

“Could you do kill roberts x fem reader”

prompts: none

summary: a simple movie night with your best friend kirby soon turns murderous after a few phone calls

warnings: murder, slight jealousy, manipulation (sorta)

word count: 1.1k

a/n: i hope it’s okay that i combined these requests! and i know the requests said fem reader, but there’s not really any indication of gender anywhere so i hope that’s alright!

You screamed loudly, jumping from the shock. The popcorn in the bowl you were holding now covered both you and Kirby. Freddy Krueger had just killed yet another person, but you kept getting scared every single time. Only now, your jumpiness just cost you your popcorn.

“Y/n! You are not allowed to hold the popcorn during a horror movie anymore!” Kirby said, grabbing the bowl from your grip in an attempt to salvage the little bit left in the bowl.

“It’s not my fault! I’m just jumpy. I mean, can you blame me?” you replied, grimacing at your own words.

“You mean the murders?” Kirby asked, no longer laughing at you.

“Just forget it. Let’s go back to the movie.”

You turned your attention back to the screen, only to be interrupted by Kirby’s house phone ringing. Groaning, she got up and walked over to answer it.

“Hello?” she said, annoyance in her voice.

“Enjoying your movie?” a distorted voice answered.

“Trevor? Is this you? Jill’s not here so go be obsessive somewhere else.”

“What are you watching, Kirby?”

“Nightmare on Elm Street. Why do you care? I already told you that Jill isn’t here.”

“That movie’s kinda scary, don’t you think? Are you sure you can handle it?”

“Bye Trevor!” Kirby said, hanging up the phone.

She walked back over to the couch and plopped down next to you, turning her attention back towards the movie.

“What did Trevor want this time?” you asked.

“He was weird. Just wanted to know what we were watching. Didn’t even say anything about Jill.”

“Are you sure it was him?”

“His voice sounded the same as it did last time he called. All weird and distorted.”

“He needs to get over Jill already. She’s moved on. And I am so much better than he is.”

Kirby laughed, falling silent afterwards to continue watching the movie. A few minutes later, you were watching from behind your hands, wanting to block out the gore on the screen in front of you. You usually could tolerate horror movies, but with everything happening recently you could barely stand the sight of them. The only reason you even agreed to watch the stupid movie in the first place was because it had been forever since you had hung out with Kirby. Hanging out with one of your best friends was worth suffering through a horror movie.

You heard a ringing, and practically jumped three feet in the air, only to realize it was just your phone.

“It’s Jill, can you pause real quick?”

“Yeah sure,” Kirby said, reaching for the remote to stop the movie.

“Hello?” you said, answering your phone.

“Hey babe, enjoying your movie?” Jill replied.

“How’d you know we were watching a movie?” you asked, slightly alarmed.

“I can hear it in the background,” Jill blurted out.

“No you can’t. It’s paused.”

“Oh, right! What I meant was, you told me earlier today that you were going over to Kirby’s to watch a horror movie. Remember?”

“I never said that. I just told you we were hanging out. I never mentioned a movie. Jill, what’s going on?”

“Nothing, I must be getting mixed up. I mean with everything going on lately, it’s a mess.”

“You’re not answering me Jill. How did you know we were watching a horror movie?”

“Uhm, I- uhm,” Jill stuttered.

Before you could say anything in reply, a crash sounded from upstairs. You and Kirby froze and looked at each other. No one else was home. At the same time the crash sounded, you heard a very similar noise coming from the other end of the phone call.

“Jill? Are you here?” you asked. Before you could get an answer, Jill hung up on you.

“Y/n? What’s happening?” Kirby asked, looking about as terrified as you were.

Even if it wasn’t Jill, someone was definitely in the house. But the more you thought about it, the more things started adding up. Kirby always getting random calls whenever the two of you hung out without Jill. Jill’s repeated survival from the killer. And now all of this. You felt your heart race as your mind came to the conclusion. Jill was Ghostface. She had to be. It all made sense now.

“We have to get out of here, right now,” you said, pulling Kirby off the couch and heading towards the door.

“What’s going on?”

“Look, I’ll explain when we’re somewhere safe, but right now we just have to-”

“Going somewhere?” Jill said, appearing at the bottom of the stairs.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, staring at your girlfriend with fear in your eyes.

“What’s it look like I’m doing? I just wanted to join in on movie night. Is that so bad? You know I don’t like it when you hang out with other girls.”

“I know, Jill. I know what you’ve done. You thought you could hide it from me, but you slipped up. How could you Jill?”

“Well, it was quite easy actually. I had to find someone good at following instructions, Charlie, and then get him to do all the dirty work. I just had to star in it.”

“You’re crazy! Come on, let’s get outta here!” Kirby shouted, turning to run out the back door, pulling you along with her.

Jill pulled out a gun and shot Kirby before she could get away, and turned to point the gun at you.

“You weren’t supposed to find out this way. Well, actually you weren’t supposed to find out at all. But, now you know! So, the question is, what are we going to do about that?” Jill said, walking closer to you.

You tried to back away, tripping slightly on Kirby’s body, before you walked into the counter. Jill had you cornered. You tried to reach for a knife, but it was no use. They were too far away, and you had nowhere left to go.

“You have a few choices here, babe. One, you try to fight me and end up with a bullet in your head. Two, you try to trick me into trusting you, slip up, and end up with a bullet in your head. Or three, you stop fighting, and join me and Charlie, and you don’t end up with a bullet in your head.”

You looked into Jill’s eyes, seeing nothing there. The love and light behind her eyes were gone, replaced with complete darkness. This wasn’t the girl you fell in love with. The girl standing in front of you was someone else entirely.

“So, what do you say? Are you with me or not?”

tags: @cheyp420

[reginageorgesgirlfriend3020]

Jill Roberts adores you! (Part 2)

Loves the way you have the giggles

When you have the giggles she cant help but smile at you

Charlie Walker had a somewhat crush on you but you told him he wasnt your type and that you are a lesbian. Jill overheard you

Jill smiled at you hoping she's your type

Charlie grinned. "Would you like to swing the other way for a night?" He asked

You looked at him uncomfortably

Jill noticed it and ran to you. "Excuse me pepperoni face". Jill said to Charlie. "But (Y/n) doesnt like you that way! So, get lost, K? Thanks". Jill said

Kirby gave Jill 2 thumbs up as she saw what happened.

"Well fuck you then (Y/n)!" Charlie yelled.

Jill saw you give Charlie the middle finger. Jolly and Kirby laughed.

"Thanks for coming to my rescue". You said to Jill.

Jill smiled at you as she gave you a hug. You hugged her back.

"You welcome. And nobody is gonna mess with you as long as I'm here". Jill said to you.

And from that moment you felt safe with Jill.

Jill loves how you love to dance dancing is one of your favorite hobbies

Jill cant dance but will try just because dancing makes you happy

When Jill took off the mask you were in shock.

"Jill?" You said indisbelief.

"You...You're ghostface?" You asked.

Jill nodded. "Yeah. Every guy who ever tried to flirt with you including Charlie and his best friend...I've killed them all. I did it for the fame. But mostly for you". Said Jill.

You just listened to her. And you looked at her. You remembered your self defense training. "You know you could've just asked me out and I would have said yes". You said. "Jill. I..."

Jill reached her arms out to you and just hugged you. You hugged her back. "Will you still go out with me? Will you be my girlfriend?" Jill asked you.

"No". You said. And she stabbed you.

And then.....

"Hellooooo! Earth to (Y/n)!" Said Jill.

"Huh? Oh. Hi Jill!" You said. You realized it was just a daydream.

"You know, you two would make a cute couple" Said Kirby.

You and Jill giggled.

She loves how you're her baby.

Calls you her beautiful lady all the time.

Loves to gives you hugs and cuddles and kisses all day when it rains.

Shes an amazing lover! You fall asleep in her arms after sex with Jill.

And you love how she sleeps over at your house a lot.

[violetngrey]

𝐬𝐜𝗿𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝗿𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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[drcydrift]

𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘷!𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴

pairing || ethan landry x afab!reader

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

word count || 229

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT — 18+ ONLY

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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