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slxsherr · 1 year

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Feeling Like I Never Should

read part II here

pairing: kirby reed x fem!reader x charlie walker

summary: kirby is your best friend, which is why she knows you and charlie will never get together without a little outside help.

wc: 3077

warnings: fem!reader, inexperienced!reader, inexperienced!charlie, dom!kirby(?), cursing/swearing, descriptions of alcohol & alcohol consumption, oral sex (f! receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (p in v), squirting, creampie, virginity loss

a/n: this is kinda very kirby centered but for good reason

Kirby is your best friend, and as your best friend she knows exactly when you need a push. Especially when it comes to Charlie. She loved to make the two of you squirm, to tease, to torment, until you were both a mess.

You like Charlie, maybe more than a friend should, but his obvious feelings for Kirby have stopped you from ever pursuing him as anything more than a friend. But Kirby knows something you don’t, that no matter how much she heckles or taunts Charlie, no one makes him squirm like you do.

His logic isn’t half bad, feign interest in her so that you don’t suspect his feelings for you, but one thing the dweeb never considered is that you might reciprocate his feelings. It’d be cute how oblivious the two of you are if it wasn’t so pathetic. Both of you pining over the other, too afraid to make a move.

“What are you doing tonight?” Kirby asks you, shutting your locker abruptly and startling you.

“Please stop doing that,” you groan, ever the unexpecting victim of Kirby’s jumpscares.

“You know I can’t,” Kirby says, disregarding your request. “So, any special Friday night plans?”

“I’m alone again this weekend, so probably just takeout and—” you begin to say, but Kirby interrupts you.

“And a rager?” She suggests jokingly.

“No,” you shoot down her idea quickly, even if she wasn’t being serious. “Charlie wants to come over to plan Stab-A-Thon and my sister left behind some werewolf trilogy so we’re probably gonna watch that,” you answer, bracing yourself for Kirby’s response.

“Sounds like a hot date,” she says sarcastically, reveling in your involuntary embarrassed reactions.

“Shut up. Why are you asking?” You say, changing the subject.

“Because Jill, Olivia, and I are going to a party and I thought I’d extend an invitation, but you have plans. So, invitation withdrawn,” she answers, a teasing lilt in her voice.

“You’re just gonna end up watching guys fawn over Olivia and Jill spend the entire time on the couch with Trevor,” you tell her, knowing that inevitably she will show up at your house sometime after two in the morning, drunk off her ass and complaining about how lame the party was.

“At least there’ll be some free booze. See you later!” Kirby says before walking away.

It doesn’t take long for you and Charlie to plan Stab-A-Thon for the third year in a row, sharing Chinese takeout while going over location, equipment, and all the other small details of the club’s most notorious event. Pretty soon you’re both sprawled over your couch, dissecting the first movie that your sister described as a feminist cult classic, your legs resting comfortably over Charlie’s lap.

“Honey! I’m home!” Kirby yells, interrupting the second movie, letting herself in with a copy of your house key that you gave her freshman year. “And I’m really drunk!”

“Is that Kirby?” Charlie asks when you pause the movie, confused.

“Yeah, I guess she decided to bail on the party early,” you say, getting up to bring her to the den.

“Ugh, you were right,” Kirby says when you meet her at your front door, struggling to take off her shoes. “Olivia left with some guy and Jill barely let go of Trevor’s arm. But I got this!” She says, kicking off her shoes and holding up a bottle of tequila.

“I don’t think you need anymore of that, come on, I’ll get you some water,” you say, leading her to the living room.

“Charlie! How’s the werewolf trilogy?” You hear Kirby ask while you go to the kitchen to get her water.

“Basically a high-budget snuff film,” you catch the end of Charlie’s thoughts on the movie when you come back with a water bottle for Kirby.

“Ooh, will it be brought up at the next club meeting?” Kirby asks, pulling your back to her chest when you join them on the couch, resting her chin over your shoulder.

“Maybe,” Charlie says, taking a swig of the tequila Kirby must have given him while you were in the kitchen.

“Drink some water, you need to sober up,” you tell Kirby, twisting in her hold to raise the now open water bottle to her lips.

“And you need to loosen up,” Kirby says, drinking the water reluctantly.

“Only if you drink some water,” you say, handing her the plastic bottle.

“That’s my girl!” She cheers, drinking more water while you turn back around to face Charlie.

Your fingers brush against Charlie’s when you take the tequila from him, lifting the heavy bottle to drink the unpleasant clear liquid. It burns as it goes down your throat, settling hot in your stomach, the heat seeping throughout your body. Your face scrunches at the bitter taste, and you already know Kirby’s gonna have something to say about that.

“Aw, do you need a chaser?” She teases, wrapping her arms around your waist, empty water bottle dropped to the floor.

“Something tells me you didn’t bring any,” you rasp, relinquishing the bottle back to Charlie.

“It’s not so bad,” Charlie says after taking another drink.

“I’ve had better,” you say, nursing the bottle, keeping it away from Kirby as she playfully bites your shoulder.

Without mixers, it’s not long before half the bottle is gone and you and Charlie are about equal to Kirby’s somewhat less intoxicated state. The movie is long forgotten, frozen at the end of the first act. The three of you are squished at one end of the couch, you’re slumped against Kirby, legs thrown over Charlie’s lap, listening to Kirby’s drunken rundown of the party she left and how she stole the bottle.

“Hold on, I gotta pee,” she says, pushing you off of her to run to the bathroom.

“Sorry,” you say, hearing Charlie groan when you’re shoved onto his lap.

“No, you’re fine,” he says, hoping you don’t realize the hard situation he’s in.

“I don’t think we’re gonna finish the trilogy tonight,” you giggle, laying back where Kirby was seated.

“Definitely not,” he says, hands nervously resting over your thighs.

“I’m back!” Kirby announces her return, and you sit up to let her return to her spot.

“That was fast,” you say, shifting halfway on Charlie’s lap, too distracted by Kirby to notice him throwing his head back, his hands just barely gripping your skin.

“God, you’re such a tease,” she says, pulling you off of his lap and towards her once she’s sat.

“What do you mean?” You ask, relaxing into her hold.

“Look what you’re doing to him,” she says, redirecting your focus to Charlie. “He’s pitching a tent just from you crawling over him like a little minx.”

“That’s not—” he tries to deny it, face flushing from being called out, but Kirby cuts him off.

“Are you gonna help him out with his problem or not?” She asks you, both you and Charlie shocked by her words.

“D-Do you want me to help you?” You ask him, head fuzzy from the night’s turn of events.

“Yes,” Charlie answers, and as soon as the word leaves his lips Kirby is pushing you onto his lap.

Your thighs straddle his hips, your hands finding purchase on his shoulders from being moved so abruptly. Looking between them, you’re unsure of what to do, but as your best friend, Kirby already knows of your lack of experience. She moves closer to the two of you, cupping your cheek and turning your head to face her. Leaning in, she presses her lips to yours, kissing you wantonly. You return the kiss, albeit a bit sloppily, lips parting when her tongue swipes at your bottom lip, licking into your mouth. She pulls away soon after, not wanting you to forget about Charlie.

“Kiss him like that,” she instructs you, turning your head back to face him.

You lean in, goosebumps rising across your skin as a shiver tingles down your spine from his intent gaze, pupils dilated from lust and alcohol. Pressing your lips to his, you copy Kirby’s movements the best you can, kissing him sensuously. He kisses you back hungrily, as if he wished to devour you. When your tongue swipes at his bottom lip, he parts his lips just as you did for Kirby, and follows your lead as your tongue meets his. The makeout is messy, both of you new to the act, and Kirby takes the opportunity to move Charlie’s hands to your hips from where they rested on your thighs.

“Move her however you like,” she whispers in his ear, giving him the go-ahead to grind you on his crotch.

Charlie’s hands move your hips slowly, his own hips bucking up to meet yours as you whine into his mouth. He’s not quiet either, low moans escaping him at the lewd acts unfolding. Your nails scratch at the fabric of his flannel, supporting yourself with his shoulders as heat pools in your core. Despite the layers between the two of you, the friction is just enough for a wet patch to appear in your panties.

“Alright, calm down, greedy boy,” Kirby says, pulling you away from the kiss by your shoulders. “Wouldn’t want you finishing before the main event,” she teases, having heard the desperation in his voice as the two of you began to get lost in pleasure.

“Be nice,” you tell her, the words slipping out without thought.

“You want me to be nice?” She asks, her mouth stretching into a devious smile. “Come here,” she says, scooting to the edge of the couch, back to the armrest, where she sat when she first arrived.

You make your way towards her, letting her flip you around to face Charlie when you get close, your back to her chest like before. Her fingers play with the hem of your top, soft lips brushing against your skin as she leans forward, whispering in your ear to lift your arms. You do as she says, arms rising above your head, and she pulls up your top, exposing you to Charlie. He’s watching attentively, you can feel his stare hardening when your bra comes into view, fabric lifting over your head and being thrown to the side.

“Come closer, Charlie,” Kirby says, and he doesn’t need to be told twice, moving closer to the two of you, slotting himself between your legs. “Isn’t she pretty?” Kirby asks, fondling you over your bra, and your breath hitches from her actions.

“Yes, she’s very pretty,” he says, voice low and airy.

“Do you wanna play with her tits?” Kirby asks, pulling the cups of your bra down to expose your breasts. “Go ahead,” she says, when Charlie only responds with a nod.

His hands are surprisingly cold, a shock to your overheated skin. Kirby undoes your bra, sliding the straps down your shoulders and stripping you of the last garment on your upper body before placing her hands on top of Charlie’s. She guides his hands to be less gentle, and you watch through hooded lids as he lowers his head to your chest.

His tongue flicks over your pert nipples, testing for your reaction, continuing when he hears your soft whines. Kirby pulls his hair back, giving you a better view as he mouths at your tits, licking and sucking your hardened buds, skin shining from his spit. She pulls him away from you harshly by his hair, holding him in place.

“If you wanna get your dick wet, you need to prep her,” Kirby says, letting go of him. “Take these off for her,” she instructs, snapping the waistband of your shorts and panties against you.

You lift your hips so that he can pull your bottoms off, and he accidentally pulls you closer to him, your head sliding down to rest against Kirby’s stomach. She doesn’t say anything, watching him push your legs up to slide the last of your clothes off. You’ve got your thighs pressed together tightly, feeling vulnerable being the only one naked, but Kirby doesn’t allow that for long. She forces your legs apart, giving Charlie a clear view of your wet cunt.

“This,” she says, one hand trailing down to spread your folds with two fingers. “Is her clit, play with it right and you both get a prize,” she continues, rubbing tight circles on the bud, making you mewl as your hips buck for more. “Be patient,” Kirby warns you, pulling her fingers away to hold your hips down, ignoring the whimper you let out from the loss of friction.

Charlie’s fingers replace Kirby’s, messy circles leaving you breathless as you moan quietly. Eyes screwed shut in pleasure, you don’t see him moving down until his mouth meets your core. He licks a broad stripe from your hole to your clit, sucking the bud experimentally between his lips. You’re left keening from his actions, Kirby’s hands keeping your thighs from shutting around his head and hips rolling for more.

“Good boy,” Kirby coos from behind you, watching Charlie eat your pussy like a man starved. What he lacks in experience, he makes up for in enthusiasm. “Now stretch her hole with your fingers,” Kirby instructs, ignoring your hands gripping the wrist of her hand holding your hips down.

Charlie slides a finger in tentatively, stroking your walls gently. You’re a whiny mess, begging for more, sweet voice echoing through the room. He slips another finger in, your tight walls sucking him in greedily. His thick fingers prod deep inside you, massaging a spot that has your stomach twisting in pleasure.

“Charlie,” you moan his name, breathing heavy as he fucks you open with his fingers, face flushing in embarrassment when you hear your pussy squelching lewdly.

“Is he making you feel good?” Kirby asks, and you nod quickly, thighs trembling as she holds your legs open. “Is he doing a good job?” She asks, enjoying the way you struggle to muster even a non-verbal response as you do your best to nod. “No, use your words, hon. Tell him how good he’s making you feel, how good of a job he’s doing,” she says, watching your glossy eyes meet Charlie’s.

“Feels so good, Charlie,” you say between ragged breaths, mewling when he thrusts his fingers harder. “You’re doing such a good job!” You cry, ears ringing and gripping Kirby’s arm tighter as you begin to teeter over the edge.

“Stop,” Kirby says, and you whine at the empty feeling when Charlie pulls his fingers out, your orgasm ruined. “Shh, don’t worry, love. You’ll get to come,” she reassures you, massaging your thighs. “Take your clothes off, Charlie,” she instructs him, and he wastes no time stripping.

“I don’t have a condom,” he says, down to his boxers, slowly moving back to where he was between your legs.

“You don’t need one, you’re both virgins and she’s on the pill,” Kirby says, pushing him to sit back to cushion, moving you onto his lap.

Your thighs shake when you straddle him this time, nothing separating the two of you now. His dick is pretty, pale with a pink, almost red, tip, shiny from leaking pre. He’s got a protruding vein on the underside, you lick your lips wishing you could trace it instead, a trimmed dark patch of curls trailing up.

“Spit,” Kirby says, interrupting your thoughts, holding your hand up to your mouth. “Good girl,” she praises you when you let your saliva dribble into the palm of your hand. “You’re lucky,” Kirby says to you, wrapping your hand around Charlie’s dick. “To have such a pretty cock as your first,” she finishes, pumping your fist leisurely around him.

The sight of Charlie is sinful, almost pornographic moans slipping past kiss-swollen lips. His hair is a little messy from Kirby’s rough handling, blue eyes glistening as he watches Kirby move your hand around him, hips desperately meeting yours for more. But Kirby reminds him who’s in charge, hand holding him in place just as she did you before stopping your movements altogether.

“Now sit,” Kirby says, pulling your hips up and lining him up with your entrance.

Charlie’s hands hold onto your hips as you sink further down, thick head stretching your hole as you lower. It’s not as painful as so many of your friends had said when they told you about their first time, moreso uncomfortable as his shaft stretches you wider than his fingers prepared you for. Your mouth is open in a silent cry, gravity forcing you further down and it feels like you’re being split apart.

“Are you okay?” Charlie asks when you’re fully seated, hands kneading your hips comfortingly.

“Yeah,” you answer, getting used to the full feeling, gaze shifting to Kirby’s, a question in your eyes.

“Ride him,” Kirby says, hands on top of Charlie’s, guiding you up and down his cock.

Your hands find themselves on his shoulders, stabilizing yourself as you’re bounced on his lap. You moan wantonly as the two of you move together, pleasure zinging through your bodies each time your hips slam down. Kirby removes her hands from Charlie’s, one instead softly tracing across your lower back as you lose yourself, trembling as he thrusts up to meet your movements.

A string of expletives leave his mouth, a whispered groan as he no doubt nears his release. It’s cute, Kirby thinks, how desperate the two of you are to finish. You hide your face in the space where his neck meets his shoulder, hands tugging at his hair as your hips struggle to keep up with his punishing pace, moaning incoherently into his skin.

But Kirby can’t have that, so she sneaks a hand between your bodies, rubbing frantic circles on your clit. Your whole body tenses up, taut like a string, biting into Charlie’s shoulder to muffle your wail as your release sprays against his stomach and thighs. He fucks you through it, despite your walls tightening to push him out, hips jerking as he pulls you down one last time, coming inside you.

Kirby is your best friend, but even in her drunken state she can recognize that maybe that’s not a good enough excuse for what she did tonight. Driving you into Charlie’s arms just because she doesn’t have the balls to admit she’s in love with you is somehow worse than Charlie’s misdirection strategy. But that’s a problem for hungover Kirby, she thinks.

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icarus-star · 2 months

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ur so creepy ×_× | charlie w. x reader x kirby r.

×kirby and readers sleepover escalates.. and someone happened to be watching×

cw: afab!reader, use of "y/n", filming sex, squirting, implied overstimulation, stalker!charlie. not proof read.

you sat next to kirby on her bed, her hand was tracing along your thigh as she kissed your lips. you had been friends with her for a couple of years, she was the first person to talk to you when you moved to woodsboro and you had always found her attractive, but you never expected to be here.

she slid her tongue into your mouth, causing you to let out a cross between a gasp and a moan. her hand was on your hip as she kissed you. her tongue explored your mouth thoroughly before she pulled away, a strand of saliva still connecting the two of your mouth's together as she took a moment to catch her own breath.

you moved back in, wanting to feel her lips against yours again. your mouths touched for barely a second before there was a loud ka-thunk! outside of the window. kirby stood up from her bed, looking at you then the window. "what the fuck was that?" you wondered aloud.

kirby shook her head. "i dunno," she replied, brows furrowed in confusion as she made her way to the window that the sound came from. she swung the curtain open, and almost screamed when she saw what she did. ".....what the fuck." she stared at charlie. he was standing there, one hand in his pants and the other shakily holding a camera.

charlie stared like a deer in headlights for a long moment. he had caught the two people most attractive people that he had ever met, both of you were almost naked. you were only in a tank top and panties, while kirby was in sweat pants and a sports bra. you both looked so good to him. "uh... it's um, i--i'm.. making a found footage ARG..?" he stammered, coming up with the first most plausible excuse that he could.

kirby looked just as confused as before, but now also a little bit curious, like she had an idea. "how about me and y/n help with that, hn?" she teased, grabbing the collar of charlie's shirt.

charlie gasped as he was dragged into kirby's bedroom, he stumbled a bit. nobody bothered to close the window. "y/n, can charlie join us?" she asked you with a playful smile.

you thought about it for a moment, looking at charlie. he was pretty, you had always thought so, he was cute too. a bit of a dork, but you didn't mind. you bit down on your lip as you thought about it. "yeah, he can." you grinned, allowing charlie to join you and kirby.

and that's how you ended up here, with charlie naked and laying on kirby's bed, kirby already sitting on his face, and you lowering yourself down onto charlie's cock. all of this being filmed by the same camera that charlie had with him outside of the window.

charlie's cock was pretty average in size, but it filled you up perfectly. it was harder than you thought any dick could get, and already dripping precum. he felt like he'd cum at the very moment that you start moving. "oh, you're that wet from just kissing me earlier?" kirby teased you, her hand once again on your thigh.

charlie bucked up his hips subconsciously, wanting to fuck you as hard as he could. kirby grinded her pussy down against his face. charlie moaned, lapping at her cunt. "ohho, fuck.." kirby groaned, leaning forward. she caught you in a deep kiss, biting at your lips. you whined, moving yourself up and down charlie's cock slowly.

your hands moved down to kirby's tits, which were now bare, cupping them in each of your hand's as you kissed. you rolled her nipples between your index and thumb, pulling a little moan from her. she bit at the bottom of your lip, making you open your mouth again. her tongue ran against yours, yours now dancing with hers.

charlie whimpered when he felt you moving up and down on his cock. the way he slid into your cunt was perfect, this whole situation was perfect. his tongue swirled around kirby's clit, making her moan out loudly.

charlie couldn't handle anymore. touching himself earlier, and now this? he was so close to cumming. he gripped onto kirby's thighs, burying his tongue in her clit. he moved his face in an up and down kind of movement, so needy to cum and have cum all over his face. right as your cunt squeezed around his dick was when it was over. his balls tightened, hot sticky cum flooding your insides as you rode him. it felt like he was cumming buckets, letting out muffled whines against kirby's pussy as he finished inside. but you gave him no time to cool down, as you kept riding him, even harder at that.

charlie's cock was hardened again quickly at the sounds of you and kirby making out messily again, the wet noises and moans that came from each of you drove him crazy. he couldn't help but keep bucking his hips up, pushing his cock deep into you.

kirby pulled away from your lips for only a mere moment, gathering some of your mixed spit with her finger's that she then brought to your clit, rubbing insistently to have you cum all over charlie's cock.

kirby knew what she was doing, rubbing those fast circles around your clit. it felt so fucking good. you felt long waves of pleasure going through your body, you moaned, pushing down to fit charlie's cock inside of you and keep it there. "ahhng, fuck!!" you moaned, cumming with charlie's sensitive dick nestled so deep inside of you.

kirby smiled, kissing you as soon as you came. "m'gonna cum soon too~" she hummed, her hand kneading one of your tits as she wiggled against charlie. he hadn't given up with his tongue at all, he loved the way she tasted.

and just as she said, kirby came hard. she let out a long groan, cumming all over charlie's face. she squirted, and charlie tried swallowing as much as he could. even if he could barely breath, this was the very best night of his life.

both you and kirby soon collapsed, you were pretty much in a kirby-charlie sandwich with kirby laying on your left and charlie on your right. the room was quiet for a moment, until kirby spoke up, "..charlie, you're gonna have to go.. this was meant to be a girls night." she says.

"wh--what?" he quickly replied, sitting up a bit to look at charlie.

"no you can stay, just turn the camera off." you mumbled, now sleepy from the event's that just took place.

"right, the camera."

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nicklesbam · 1 year

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Hi I don’t know if you write poly but if you do could I request some Sam x Kirby x f reader smut please!

of course! I've never heard of this poly relationship, sounds like a lot of fun though. Mind you I haven't written smut in a long while and idk if it'll be good but enjoy

Tonight was movie night and you were with your two favorite girls. Your girlfriends Sam and kirby. You met them both while you were getting food and you couldn't tear your eyes away from them, it's been amazing ever since

"Y/n honey can you scoot a little closer" kirby asked politely. Y/n hummed and moved closer by a few inches but kirby wasn't satisfied

Kirby placed her hand on your hip and pulled y/n closer. Y/n giggled and turned to one of her two amazing girlfriends. She turned to Sam and waved at her to come closer also. Sam took the hint and moved to her girlfriends

While y/n was focused on the movie, Kirby turned to Sam and raised her brows. Sam scoffed out a laugh

"What?" Y/n turned to Sam. Sam smiled at her sweet girlfriend

"Nothing sweetheart" Sam grabbed her face and turned it to the TV. Y/n thought nothing of it and continued with their movie. Sam looked to kirby who was biting her lip, she nodded at the blonde as a 'yes'

"Honey, come sit on my lap" y/n smiled at kirby and immediately sat on her lap. Kirby smiled and placed a kiss on her cheek

"Good girl" y/n turned red at the phrase

"Keep watching, this is where it gets interesting" kirby points to the TV that now has y/n's attention. Sam moved and sat right next to them, placing her hand on y/n's thigh

Kirby moved some of her hair out of the way and placed a kiss on the back of her neck. Y/n let out a tiny sigh. Sam started inching her hand up y/n's thigh until it was so close to her panty line

Y/n felt her need grow strong for the two of them. She tried refocusing on the movie but kirby started leaving little kisses everywhere on her neck. Y/n sighed and closed her eyes

"Something wrong baby?" Sam questioned with feigned innocence

"N-No, everything is fine" she smiled to her girlfriend, trying to stay calm and nor blow her cover

Y/n's need grew even more until she couldn't take it, she needed friction. Y/n started to move her hips back and forth on kirbys thigh. Kirby turned to Sam with a smirk

Kirby grabbed y/n's hips to still them

"What are you doing?" She questioned, trying to sound serious. Y/n froze, her cheeks turning red. Y/n stayed quiet and looked to Sam. Sam held y/ns cheek while y/n looked to her with pleading eyes

"Speak up honey" Sam told her, smoothing her thumb on y/n's cheek

"I- I want you" y/n looked between the two. Kirby smiled and pushed her on the end of the couch

"There was that so hard?" Kirby teased their girlfriend. Y/n blushed more at her girlfriends antics. She tried to cover her face but Sam took them away

"Don't cover that beautiful face" y/n smiled at the compliment. Sam leaned in and kissed her girlfriend while kirby started kissing up her neck to her jaw

Sam's kisses always felt so sensual, like she could kiss her forever and never come up for air. They pulled apart and y/n was in bliss already

Kirby turned her cheek towards her and their lips locked. Kirby's kisses always felt so exciting and electric, y/n couldn't get enough of it

While they were kissing Sam started to kiss her way down y/n's stomach. Sam unbuttoned y/n's shorts and tugged them down. Y/n already had her arousal showing through her panties

"Aww is this for us?" Sam asked while smirking. Y/n and kirby pulled apart and y/n nodded quickly. Sam licked a stripe up through her panties. Y/n whined wanting more. Kirby lifted the front of y/n's shirt

"No bra. You can prepared" kirby chuckled. Y/n sighed as her nipples hardened under the cool air

Kirby started sucking on it harshly. Y/n let out a soft moan. Sam tugged her panties off and started sucking on her clit. Y/n moaned and threw her head back. Sam started licking patterns on her clit

Y/n moved her hands to grab onto Sam's hair. Y/n tugged on her hair making Sam grunt

Kirby started to bite little marks onto y/n's breasts. Y/n started moaning louder. She turned to kirby

"I wanna taste you, please, I wanna taste you so bad" kirby smiled brightly

"How could i say no when you ask so nicely?" Kirby removed her shirt and started unbottoning her pants. Sam started licking y/n's hole

"Oh my God yes, please, please" y/n started begging for her not to stop. Kirby threw her pants across the room. She placed herself over y/n and moved her panties aside

As soon as kirby moved them y/n grabbed her thighs and pushed her down onto y/n's face. Y/n started licking into her like a starved person

"Oh my God, yes baby. Doing so good f'me" kirby moaned pushing her hands through her girlfriends hair

Y/n started moaning into kirby, kirby couldn't help but lean over in ecstasy. Y/n felt the familiar feeling build up inside her. She had to pull away from kirby to breathe. She grabbed Sam's hair again

"I'm about to cum. Please make me cum, feels so good" y/n's voice got higher and her breaths quicker. She squeezed her eyes shut and held onto to Sam's head for support

Y/n felt herself cum while Sam keeps going. Her legs shaking and eyes rolled back. Sam pulled away

"You look so pretty, all a mess for me" Sam spoke. Y/n's juices all over her mouth and chin. Y/n took a second to breathe again

Y/n grabbed onto kirby's thighs and pulled her back down starting again. Kirby moaned in surprise. Sam stood up, taking her clothes off quickly. Kirby turned to her and motioned her over

Sam stood in front of Kirby as the girl leaned down and kissed her. The kiss was hungry and rushed

Kirby pulled back and started to lick around Sam's nipple. Kirby moaned out when y/n had her so close to the edge

"Keeo going, like that" kirby had to hold the side of the couch for support as her breaths got shorter and her legs started shaking. Sam couldn't be more turned on from the sight of her two girlfriends cumming, their faces looked so lewd

As kirby came y/n started to lick and suck harder at her clit. Once kirby was done cumming y/n got up

"Your turn" y/n turned to Sam and grabbed her hand, leading her to lie down on the couch again. Y/n spread her legs apart and looked in awe at her body

Y/n's hand traveled up her thigh slowly. Sam squirmed in anticipation. Kirby got up and walked over to Sam, leaning over her shoulder to continue her work on Sam's breasts

Sam got distracted by kirby and that's when y/n saw the opportunity to dive in. Y/n started working furiously, Sam moaned out loud. Sam's hands traveled down to y/n's hair and started bucking her hips into the girl

"Thank you baby, so perfect for me. My perfect angel" she started mumbling out words almost incoherently. Y/n slowly moved one of her fingers in and Sam could not be any more in heaven. Y/n moved the finger at a fast pace

"Yes, yes, yes. Give it to me baby" she moaned out with her hips still bucking up. Y/n heard how her moans got louder and knew she was almost there

Y/n moved a second finger in and moved faster than before. Sam's hips wouldn't go down and her grip on y/n's hair would get tighter

She screwed her eyes shut tight as she felt that wave of ecstasy hit. Her moans came out almost pornagraphic. Y/n eased her pace down slowly to make her high last longer

Y/n didn't even notice kirby had left until she came back with a rags

"Need to clean yourselves up" she moved one of Sam's legs and cleaned her up. Sam whined from the sensitivity

Kirby went to y/n next and started cleaning her up. Y/n tried not to whine too much but her sensitivity eased up a bit

"What about you?" Y/n asked in a tired tone. Kirby smiled at her girlfriends worry

"I got myself cleaned up, thank you baby" she kisses her quickly before going to grab blankets

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fanficsformyfaves · 9 months

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Hallway Crush

Kirby Reed x Fem!Reader

WARNING: SMUT 18+, Loss of Virginity, Oral Sex (R Receiving), Fingering (R Receiving), Strap On Sex (R Receiving), Hickeys, FLUFF, Mutual Pining

PREFACE: Reader has always had a crush on Kirby, but what she didn't know was that the feelings were mutual

A/N: I'm appalled by the lack of stories for my wife

As if today didn't start off shitty enough with me being late, I completely forgot my laptop on the kitchen island.

"Are you fucking serious?", I whisper to myself,

Before zipping up my backpack and slightly slamming my car door closed. I start walking towards the building, when I get ambushed by Robbie and Charlie. I let out a surprised gasp and clutch at my chest.

"What's your favorite scary movie?", Charlie questions,

Pathetically attempting the Ghostface voice.

"What the fuck is wrong with you guys?", I scold,

Shoving past the two and making my to the front doors.

"You look good, (Y/N)!", I hear Charlie call out to me,

To which a return the favor with a middle finger.

"Oof, harsh", Robbie mocks,

Watching me walk away.

"Completely uninterested in your existence"

"No, man, she wants me", Charlie replied,

Unashamed of his delusion.

I finally make it inside and head straight for my locker. I take out the books I needed for my first class and shut it close.

"(Y/N)", I hear a familiar voice call out to me,

I turn and felt my heart drop to my stomach. I had a crush on Kirby Reed since I first moved here. From her blonde locks to her piercing eyes and rosy lips, it was next to impossible for me to think straight with her around.

I eventually snap out of my haze and look around to make sure she was actually speaking to me. I point to myself and she chuckles.

"Unless there's another (Y/N) I'm unaware of, then yes, I'm talking to you", she reassures,

I let out the breath I didn't realize I was holding and walk towards her.

"Hi"

"Hi", she greeted sweetly,

I smile nervously, pulling up the strap of my bag that was slipping off.

"What are you up to tonight?", she asks,

"Um, just studying. The calc quiz is coming up and I wanna make sure I ace it"

"Oh, pretty and smart. Good combo", she compliments,

Looking me up and down. I could feel my cheeks heat up at her comment.

"Thanks"

"Jill and I are having a party tonight and I was just wondering if you'd like to come"

I hesitate for a moment.

"Well-"

"But, if you're busy, I totally get it-"

"No!"

My suddeness catching her off-guard.

"I mean, I don't...have to study"

She raises her eyebrows at me.

"It's more of a refresher thing, but, I could always just skip it"

"Ooh, I like bad girls", she teases,

Was she trying to make me explode? Cause god-damn, she didn't need to try very hard.

"Sooo, I'll see you tonight? Eight thirty?"

"Yes", I replied,

Holding back a squeal that was fighting to escape me.

"Great. See you there", she bids farewell,

Walking off.

Did that actually just happen? Or did the crush I had on her for months finally start getting to me? Either way, I was definitely going to that party to find out.

The second school was over, I rushed home and immediately started getting ready. I showered, did my hair, make up and picked out an outfit that would definitely get her attention. I settled on a maroon bell sleeve top that perfectly showcased what it needed to, low waist jeans and converse.

Once I did a purse check, I head out and got in my car. I knew I got the right address, when I saw all the people hanging out on the front lawn. That and the loud music I could hear from the inside of my car.

Taking in one last deep breath, I parked and got out. With each step I took towards the house, my heart started beating faster and faster. The moment I opened the front door, I was instantly faced with a sea of people from school.

Being a freshman, I didn't know that many people yet, especially the seniors, who I was now surrounded by. I didn't particularly enjoy big crowds, so it came as no shock when I felt my anxiety kick it into high-gear. Maybe I should just go home-

"(Y/N)!"

Fuck, too late.

I carefully turn around and see Kirby nodding her head at me from the couch with Jill and Olivia.

"Come on", she says over the loud music,

I walk over to them and the three girls scoot over to make room for me.

"Glad you didn't skip out on me", she teased,

As I took a seat next to her.

"Of course not", I replied,

Shaking my head. She smiles and sips from her drink. All I could focus on were her lips and the way the wrapped around the cup. The same blush spreading across my face as before.

"You look really good", she says,

Dragging her eyes up and down my body, as I fought back a scream.

"You know, we've passed each other in the halls a bunch of times, but we've never actually spoken before...why?", she questioned,

It's not like I could've just admitted about being madly in love with her.

"I'm just naturally shy", I opt for the less embarrassing response,

"Well...you have no reason to be", she replied,

Raking her eyes up and down my frame once more, as I held back another scream that almost found its way out of me.

We spent the next hour just talking and stumbled upon our shared love for horror movies.

"Okay okay"

"Hm?"

"What the fuck is up that Chucky doll?", I ask,

Making Kirby almost spit her drink back out from laughing.

"Sorry!", I exclaimed,

Taking a napkin and wiping the corner of her mouth.

"It's okay, you're just really funny"

She looks back at me and it was only then did I realize just how close we had gotten. Inches barely keeping us apart.

"Boo! Get a room!", Olivia teased,

Causing us both to look over at them, whilst Jill burst out into laughter. Kirby shakes her head and turns her attention back to me.

"Ignore them"

I smile and discard of the used napkin.

"Well, I definitely need a refill, wanna come?", she questioned,

"Sure"

We navigate our way through the drunken crowd and found ourselves at the kitchen island.

"Want some?"

"Oh, I can't. I'm driving myself home"

That's when she pulls out a carton of fruit juice. I give her a confused look.

"You didn't think I'd be wasted, did you? Someone's gotta keep everyone in check. My parents would kill if me if anything happened to the house", she explained,

Pouring herself a new glass.

"Come on, indulge me", she jokingly challenged,

I grab one for myself and she did the same. I was now hyper-focused on her hands and the way they moved. It made my stomach flutter. I couldn't help, but chew nervously thinking about all the ways they could touch me, ruin me-

"(Y/N)?"

Her words ripping me out of my explicit thoughts.

"Sorry, what did you say?"

"You totally spaced just now. What were you thinking about?", she sets her cup down,

Leaning closer towards me.

"Nothing", I say,

She tilts her head, unconvinced. My heart was beating so loud, that it was all I could hear.

"Are you sure?", she pressed on,

Taking my hand in hers.

I couldn't hold it in any longer. From the way she was looking at me to her thumbs rubbing up and down the back of my hand, it all became too much too fast.

Not wanting to prolong the torture any longer, I lean in and finally press my lips against hers, just waiting to see if she would kiss me back. Any doubts that I had left disappeared the moment I felt her free hand grab my waist to pull me in closer. Our lips moving in perfect sync.

It was even better than I could've possibly imagined. It felt like everyone else around us disappeared and we were in our own little world.

Eventually, she pulls away, biting back a smile.

"Finally", she whispered,

Making me chuckle to myself.

"You have no idea how long I've been waiting for that", she admits,

Tucking a lose strand behind my ear. If she only knew. She takes a moment to scan the room, before looking back at me.

"Hopefully, I'm not being too forward, but...would you wanna go somewhere more private?"

I nod and she takes me by the hand, leading me up the stairs and towards her room.

The moment we step foot inside, she pins me to the door, using my body to shut it closed. We pick up right where we left off, only this time, our hands roam each other's bodies. I help her out of her jacket and she tugs at the bottom of my blouse, almost as if to ask for permission to take it off.

"Wait", I exhaled out of breath,

"Is everything alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. It's just..."

She gives me a worried expression.

"I've never...like..."

That's when it hit her.

"You're a virgin", she relaxes,

I nod shyly.

"We don't have to do anything, if you're not ready", she reassured,

"No, I am!", I say,

"I just have no idea what I'm doing", I confessed,

She cups my face.

"Do you want me to show you?"

I felt myself melting at how soft she was being with me.

"Yes...please", I pleaded,

"Okay", she smiles,

Continuing to kiss me. Her pace was now tender and slow, not that I was complaining.

I pull my shirt off over my head, leaving my top half completely exposed for her to see.

"God, you really are perfect", she praised,

As I grinned in excitement.

I unbutton my pants and drag it down my legs, along with the underwear I was wearing. I'd never felt more vulnerable than I did in that moment. My arms instinctively go to cover my body, but she stops them, before they had the chance.

"Don't do that", she says,

Gently moving my head to face her.

"You don't have to hide anything from me"

She kisses me and her hands leave my face, finding their way down the rest of my body. They settle on my bare chest, squeezing my mounds, as I quietly whine against her lips.

Kirby chuckling at how sensitive I was.

Eventually, her kisses trail down my cheeks, till they met the skin of my neck.

"So good for me", she mumbled,

Going lower and licking circles over my now hardened buds, as I sigh in satisfaction. She then made her way down my stomach, till she was on her knees, spreading my legs apart.

"Can I?", she questioned,

As her hungry eyes stared up at me in anticipation, to which I nod.

"I need to hear you say it", she whispers,

The things she did to me by simply just talking was more than enough to make me come undone right then and there.

"Yes", I answer,

Causing her to flash me another one of her signature smirks, before diving into me. Her lips wrapping around my pulsing bundle of nerves, as I gasp at the contact. She slides her fingers up and down my slit, spreading the mess she was making of me.

I could already feel my knees going weak.

"You taste so good", she praises.

Finally having had enough with the torturing, she gently slips her digits into me, pressing earnestly against where I needed her most . A surprised gasp fleeing out of me as a result.

Not wanting to risk hurting me, she started of slow and cautious. Treating me like like a fragile piece of glass that could be shattered even with the slightest touch.

"Y-You can go faster", I reassure,

Making her look up at me. Her eyes were filled with so much tenderness, that I couldn't help but fully surrender myself into her hands.

That was all she needed to hear.

She picks up the pace and began to go faster and faster, as my fingers intertwine themselves with her golden tresses. Each moan and whine only encouraging her to continue her ministrations.

It didn't take long for my knees to start buckling from how weak they were. Noticing how my legs were about to give out, Kirby pulls away, making me whine at the loss of her touch.

"Come here", she says,

Taking me to her vanity and sitting me down, before getting back to what she was doing. Eventually, my walls begin to tighten around her and she went harder and faster.

"K-Kirby"

"You're so close, baby. Do it for me", she whispers.

It was like a knot in the pit of my stomach just snapped apart, as a flood came rushing out of me and onto her welcoming tongue. I've had orgasms before, but...nothing like this. Maybe it was the fact it was someone else and not just myself or maybe she was just that good. Either way, I wasn't gonna complain.

I take a moment to catch my breath, while she swallows me down and wipes off the rest. Kirby then gets back on her feet and kisses me.

"You are the sweetest person ever...literally and metaphorically", she teases,

Making me giggle against her.

"Hey"

"Mm?"

"Feel free to say no, but...would you wanna try something else?"

"You mean like...return the favor?", I ask,

About to go down on my knees, when she stops me with chuckle.

"No, trust me...we have all the time in the world for that", she says,

"But for now, I was thinking..."

She takes my hand and led me to her closet. She slid the door to the side and dug through her clothes to find a box. Once she opened it up, a delicious chill ran up my spine from what I found, waiting inside.

"Is that-"

"Jill and Liv got it for me as a gag-gift for my birthday", she explained,

Taking the strap on out.

"But what they didn't know was that I would be putting it to good use"

I bite back a smile and look back up at her.

"Do you want this? Cause, if you aren't ready-"

"I am", I cut off,

"I trust you"

She grins and I eased any remaining doubts she might've had with a kiss.

"But...", I pull away,

"You're wearing too many clothes for my liking", I joked,

Making her laugh to herself.

I helped her out of the shirt, bra, jeans and thong she was wearing, before tossing the items of clothing into a pile in the corner.

She was breathtaking, almost...unreal. Every dip and curve on her body made my heart beat even faster than it had before.

"What?"

"Nothing, you're...beautiful, Kirby", I say nervously.

She smiles and takes my hand.

"That makes the two of us", she smiles,

Taking me to the bed and carefully laying me down.

"If at any point, you feel uncomfortable"

"I won't", I promised,

"But if you do, please let me know, okay? You're gonna feel pressure for the first few seconds"

"I know. I trust you"

"Okay", she says,

Leaning down to kiss me. As we did, she settles between my legs, before wrapping them around her waist and reaching down to grab the toy. Her free arm going under my back to scoop me up and pull me in closer.

She rubs up and down my slit and eventually pushes in slightly with her hips. The sensation making me tense up as a response.

"Don't do that", she whispers,

Soothing me with soft circles she would draw on the skin of my spine.

"It'll make it hurt", she warns,

"Deep slow breathes, baby"

I do as she says and finally relax in her grasp. She continues to push deeper into me and eventually found the sweet spot waiting for her. I let out a gasp and cling onto her for dear life.

"There she is", she praised.

She gives me a moment to adjust, burying her face in my neck and kissing the warmth of my skin, while mumbling sweet nothings into my ear.

Once I was ready for more, I let her know.

"Y-You can move", I whine.

She nods against me and slowly starts moving her hips back and forth. It was a feeling unlike any other, but it wasn't painful, like I thought it would be. It was actually quite the opposite.

Finally getting used to the feeling, I urged her to go faster by bucking my hips up.

"So needy", she teased,

Picking up the pace and thrusting into me faster and harder.

With the long-forgotten party carrying on outside, the desperate moans and sounds that escaped me were all disguised by the chaos from beyond the door, as the smell of sex filled the room.

As it was only my first time, it came as no surprise to me when my orgasm began to build up quicker than I wanted, which Kirby obviously noticed by how much harder she had to ram into me with how tight my walls were wrapping around the strap.

She hurriedly reaches down and rubs fast circles on my clit, only making me cry out even louder.

"So fucking cute like this. Let me have it, baby. Cum"

Those words were the last thing I heard, before I was thrusted over the edge and consumed by the warm embrace of my climax. I let go, screaming her name over and over like it was the only thing I knew how to.

She gently pulls out, as the new-found emptiness left me wincing.

"Shhh", she comforted,

Laying back down and pulling me onto her bare chest. We laid there for a moment, catching our breaths and using the sound of each other's heart beats to ground ourselves.

It wasn't an uncomfortable silence that took over.

It was the kind where there was so much more being said without words, than if there were. From how her fingers lightly traced my spine to the kisses she would press against my cheeks and the way she held me like I'd slip right out of her hands said more than any superficial post-sex conversation ever could.

"Think you could spend the night?"

"My parents are out of town, so I don't see why not. Why?", I asked,

"Well, it's pretty late and um...I wouldn't want my girlfriend to be home alone", she replied,

Causing my eyes to widen, as I sit up to look at her.

"What did you say?"

"I don't want you to be home alone?", she tried to play off,

"No no no no no, you called me something"

"Oh...you mean my girlfriend?", she admits,

"Well, don't you wanna be?"

"Yes!", I squeal,

Diving down and crashing my lips onto hers, as she laughs at my excitement.

"About time, don't you think? I mean, I've spent years obsessing over you", she smiles,

Tucking my hair behind my ear.

Unbeknownst to Kirby, the feeling was always mutual.

#kirby reed #scream #kirby reed x reader #kirby reed oneshot #kirby reed fanfic #kirby reed fluff #kirby reed angst #kirby reed smut #hayden panettiere

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f4riedimples · 9 months

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Masterlist

all x fem!reader so sorry

naughty or nice Christmas short fics

Sidney Prescott:

and I’m baggin his partner, I’m petty

headcanons

Sidney’s strap

Kirby reed:

Jealousy headcanons

Sam carpenter:

y/n’s trick

my, oh my

the ari chronicles(series)(coming soon)

save your tears

Raindrops

Only1

[ possible second part series]

Side to side

bad idea

met *her* last night

(smut)

Sam’s strap length

Sam being lovely dovey after making R crying during it

Sam making R gag on her strap

slave-4-you

one of the girls

one against all

Katniss Everdeen:

teachers pet

if you want any other characters pls request! I’m open to writing for all(female)characters!

Socials: TikTok: Lola_catbackup Wattpad: chassidy800 Public ig: they.jelly.of_jay

#sam carpenter smut #kirby reed #sidney prescott x reader #scream smut #scream vi #scream 5 #sidney prescott #kirby reed x reader #sam carpenter x reader #katniss everdeen #katniss everdeen x reader

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reginageorgesgirlfriend3020 · 10 months

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Cuddles (Part 2)

Sam:

You love when Sam rolls over on her left side of the bed to hold you while you take a nap with her

You cling onto her because you love the feeling Sam gives you when she holds you

When shes asleep you gently shake her and said "Baby".

"Yes baby?" Sam said sleepily.

"I wanna be held. Hold me". You said.

Sam smiled and held you.

Tara:

Cuddles with you all daaayyy long on the couch

In her bedroom you love when Tara cuddles you on the bed sideways

Shes the big spoon

As the little spoon Tara will make you feel safe and

Her chest is so warm and

During the winter Tara always makes sure you're warm and

Safe while she hugs you

Kirby

It's her duty to cuddle you because

Everything about Kirby makes you feel secure when she cuddles you

Calls you her baby when she holds you

will never let you out of her arms- literally!

She loves to spend hours and hours and hours cuddling you

You love her hands around your waist while she cuddles you

#scream 6 #sam carpenter #tara carpenter #sam carpenter x y/n #tara carpenter x reader #sam carpenter × you #tara carpenter x you #sam carpenter x reader #tara carpenter x y/n #kirby reed #kirby reed x reader #scream franchise #kirby reed imagine

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tatumrileyslover · 5 months

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Shattered Unity

[Fragment One: I] [Fragment One: II]

Synopsis: Jill Roberts had everything, a perfect house, with a perfect family and a perfect little sister, who she cared for far more than she realised.

Pairings: Jill Roberts x Sister! Reader

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: nothing so far :) some sibling fluff

34 Elm Street epitomized the pinnacle of luxury in Woodsboro, an affluent community coveted by all. The neighborhood itself exuded an aura of safety, lined with sycamores and white picket fences. In the middle of it all stood the Roberts household, bustling with the loud sounds of a typical Monday morning.

Jill rolled over in her plush bed, pulling her pillow over her ears to block out the loud noise of her alarm. Letting out a deep groan, her arms fumbled around until they found the snooze button. Her eyelids fluttered shut again, aiming to steal a few more precious moments of sleep until a sudden crash echoed from downstairs.

"Sweetheart!" Her mother's voice reverberated through the house. "Are you okay?"

Jill could hear her little sister mumbling something in response, probably attempting to make herself breakfast. She always had this habit of striving for independence. Jill stretched, her long black hair cascading as she released it from the loose bun of the night before. Running her fingers through the tangles, she slipped into a pair of jeans and rummaged through her wardrobe in search of a shirt. As Jill swung her door open, the sound of small feet scampering up the stairs reached her ears. It seemed her sister had an uncanny sixth sense for detecting when Jill was awake.

"Jill!" Her little form came barreling around the corner, running toward Jill's feet. Her face lit up when she saw her sister. "I made you pancakes," she announced proudly. Jill laughed and asked if that was what the crash was. The little one hid her face in Jill's shirt, her speech muffled by the fabric. "I might have dropped the pan." Jill ruffled her hair before manoeuvring around her to start going downstairs.

The kitchen bore the aftermath of a culinary hurricane—flour dusted every available surface, eggshells added a crunch underfoot, and a symphony of pots and bowls occupied the sink. Amidst this chaos sat a plate of hastily assembled pancakes, syrup awaiting its inevitable deployment. As Jill cautiously surveyed the scene, her foot met an unexpected puddle of milk, sending a shiver up her spine as the sock soaked up the liquid.

Suppressing a sigh, Jill turned her attention to her sister, ready to issue a gentle reprimand. However, before she could speak, (Y/n) beat her to it with a spirited declaration. "Don't worry, Jill! I'm cleaning it all up after I eat. I just wanted to make sure you had something to eat before Kirby picks you up." Her bright smile melted any lingering frustration, reminding Jill why (Y/n) was her undeniable soft spot.

"You're such a little troublemaker, (Y/n)," Jill joked, pulling off her damp sock. She walked to the kitchen table, grabbing a few pancakes to smother in syrup. (Y/n) climbed onto the stool beside her big sister, looking at her intently. "Speaking of Kirby, do you think I can say hi when she comes to pick you up? I want to show her the picture I drew of us three!" Jill looked over, shocked at her sister, talking with a mouthful of pancake. "You drew a picture of me?" (Y/n) corrected her, saying it was all three of them together, but Jill's mind was elsewhere. All (Y/n) ever drew was puppies and rainbows—childish things. Never had Jill seen her draw a person, never mind her.

Jill's fork hovered mid-air, laden with syrup-soaked pancake, as she stared at (Y/n) with wide eyes. The surprise etched across her face deepened, a mix of disbelief and genuine awe. For a moment, she was caught in the realization that her little sister had moved beyond the realm of fluffy animals and sunny scenes, venturing into something far more personal.

"You drew a picture of me?" Jill repeated, as if the words needed confirmation. The syrup dripped slowly back onto the plate, forgotten in her slackened grip. (Y/n)'s innocent nod was met with an almost incredulous smile from Jill, as if the simple act of portraying her in a drawing was a revelation.

"(Y/n), that's... incredible," Jill finally managed, her tone carrying a mix of surprise and warmth. The thought that her sister had chosen to illustrate her, amid all the subjects she could have picked, lingered in the air like a sweet revelation.

"I'll show it to you!" (Y/n)'s syrup-sticky hands seized Jill's, leading her in an eager ascent up the stairs, their footsteps an echo of shared laughter. The little haven at the top, (Y/n)'s room, painted in every shade of pink. It was a sanctuary of innocence, adorned with unicorns, magical creatures, and the captured moments of their life.

The walls told stories in crayon and glitter drawings, tales of a childhood untainted by the complexities of the world beyond. Pictures of Jill and (Y/n), frozen in time, grinned back at them. Jill couldn't help but notice the subtle nostalgia woven into the room, a familiar echo of her own youth. The glow-in-the-dark stars overhead seemed to promise dreams as pure and boundless as the universe itself.

Most of the toys strewn across the floor were remnants of Jill's childhood, a nostalgic scatter of innocence now usurped by time. Yet, what tugged at Jill's heartstrings most was the teddy bear lying on the bed, a mirror image of the one resting in her own room. (Y/n) never ventured anywhere without that bear. It was a shared relic, a testament to a bond forged in the simplicity of happier times.

As Jill sank into memories, the room became a vessel of echoes. Most vivid was the recollection of a day long past, a shopping trip with her father to find the perfect gift for baby (Y/n). The brown bear, soft and fluffy, had captured Jill's heart. She pleaded with her father to let her have one too. That day marked the last fragment of happiness she could recall with him.

A small shake brought Jill back to the present. She found herself gently pushed to sit on the edge of the bed. (Y/n) darted to the desk by the door, the chaotic rustle of pages scattering in her wake. Amidst the flurry, a small sound of excitement at her discovery. (Y/n) rushed back, concealing a page behind her back, anticipation dancing in her eyes.

Jill was presented with a page, a kaleidoscope of waxy stripes in every imaginable color. Amidst the vibrant chaos, three figures took center stage. Two of them stood at a similar height, towering protectively over a smaller figure nestled between them. A soft smile graced Jill's lips as she looked at her younger sister, who returned the gaze with anticipation sparkling in her eyes.

Gently, Jill pulled (Y/n) into her arms, the paper the only barrier between then. She whispered softly in her sister's ear, "Kirby's going to love this."

Kirby's car rushed into the driveway of the Roberts household, letting out a loud beep that echoed in the quiet neighborhood. As Jill stepped onto the front porch, the car's blaring music masked the sounds around them.

"Before you get in the car, you need to promise not to kill me!" Kirby shouted over the music, quickly turning it off as Jill approached.

"Why?" Jill asked, walking closer to the passenger door, while her sister eagerly ran toward the car. "What did you do?"

"Trevor called me last night," Kirby explained, and Jill's face twisted in disgust. "Why is he calling you?" She leaned down, poking her head through the car window, while (Y/n) stood on her tiptoes to get Kirby's attention.

"Because you won't take his calls, he knows I have you here and he wants to know," Kirby said. Jill opened the door with a roll of her eyes, and Kirby shifted her focus to (Y/n), greeting her with a warm, "Hi pumpkin!"

Ignoring Kirby's attempt to divert the conversation, Jill pressed, "Know what?" Kirby's eyes darted away from (Y/n), who stood eagerly waiting to share something. "How upset you are." She finished.

Olivia hopped into the backseat of the car, engaging Jill in conversation about Trevor. While they chatted, Kirby shifted her attention to the younger Roberts sister, who stood patiently at the door. With an exuberant greeting, she handed Kirby a piece of paper, saying, "I drew this for you!" Kirby smiled at the young girl, touched by the fact that her best friend's younger sister cared enough to create a drawing. "It’s me, you, and Jill," she explained, her eyes lighting up with enthusiasm.

"It’s amazing, (Y/n)!" Kirby examined the drawing carefully before placing it on the dashboard. "When I get home from school, it’s going straight up on my refrigerator," she promised with a smile. (Y/n) beamed at this news. Kirby glanced at the time; if they didn’t leave now, they’d be late. “We have to go, pumpkin. Have a good day at school!” she called out as she watched (Y/n) run back into the house, waving back to the girls as she did and Jill shut the car door.

Olivia rolled her eyes from the back seat, letting out a scoff. She had something against Jill’s sister ever since she accidentally broke her cell two years ago. Olivia opened her mouth to state something when Jill quickly turned to face her, her stare cold and harsh, quickly shutting Olivia up. She huffed, “I wasn’t going to say anything about your sister!” Her arms raised in the air in defense.

Jill let a small smirk grace her lips; she could see Olivia was lying. “Really!” She turned back to the front, glancing at her through the rearview mirror. Jill wanted to see what kind of stupid story Olivia would attempt to create to dig herself out of the hole she made. “What was it you were going to say?”

Olivia stumbled over her words, desperately trying to come up with a story that would fit, but she couldn’t. “Fine!” She bowed her head in defeat. “But it’s not a crime to dislike your sister; she's just so...” She trailed off, seeing Jill's glare. “Clingy.”

The pulsating beat of a song jolted all three girls from their conversation. Jill's cellphone buzzed near her feet, prompting her to fish it out of her bag. As Olivia grumbled about the ringtone, Jill examined the caller ID.

"Why is Jenny Randall calling me?"

Both Kirby and Olivia shrugged, as Jenny wasn't someone they interacted with frequently.

"I don't know. I don't like Jenny Randall. She threw up on me at Tony Marshall's luau," Olivia interjected. Kirby rolled her eyes, and as Jill answered the phone, "That luau was freshman year!" Kirby turned to Olivia, who threw up her hands, “I didn't say my anger was rational!"

Both girls redirected their attention to Jill upon hearing her asking about the caller. Kirby returned her focus to the road, stealing glances at Jill's now irritated expression. "What does she want?" Jill ignored her friend's question, continuing to reprimand the mysterious caller. "Where’s Jenny?" Confusion deepened on the faces of Kirby and Olivia. Was Jenny Randall attempting to prank call Jill? Jill lowered the volume of the car's music. "Who is this?"

Kirby listened intently to the voice on the other end. It resonated deep and rough, like gravel on the highway. Certainly not Jenny Randall. Panic crept over Jill's face as she abruptly declared, “I’m hanging up.”

After a brief pause, Jill turned to her friends. "That was so weird. I just got a prank call from Jenny Randall." Olivia promptly interrupted with her own story, but Jill remained silent, appearing uninterested. "Jenny Randall is weird. Her and her little Marnie the Carny friend are freaks!" Glancing at Jill, who sat somewhat diminished in her seat and gazing out the window, Kirby sensed Jill might be anxious about her sister after such a peculiar call. Olivia continued to ramble on, it was very clearly not helping Jill. Kirby sighed before trying to reassure Jill.

"It's massacre week. People go looney, remember?"

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the-fandom-abyss · 1 year

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Unexpected

Kirby Reed x Fem!Reader

Genre: Smut ☆

Word Count: 1,364 words

Request: here

Warnings: 18+ Cum Filled Strap (receiving), Public Sex, Size Kink (a little), Exhibitionism, Degradation, Praise Kink

When Kirby dragged you to New York in pursuit of the new Ghostface, you expected a wild ride. What you didn't expect was to be bent over the table in the conference room. Police wandering the halls, phones ringing endlessly and a murder board in clear view. Kirby's hands glided down the curve of your back, landing at the hem of your skirt. A gasp escaped your lips as cold fingers pulled at the fabric until it sat comfortably around your hips.

"So perfect" she moaned at the sight of your choice of panties. She could see the wet patch that started to form on them, just from simply being bent over. "I haven't even touched you yet" her tone was condescending, her hand pulled back, slapping you across your ass. The sheer power jostled you forward, a moan filled the room. Another slap was given to the other cheek with equal amounts of force. This was followed by another, an another until Kirby was pleased with the prints she had left. Each hit was prompted by moans that followed shortly after. Tears fell freely from your eyes, a side effect of the sting that you felt.

"You want your treat now princess?" All you could give was a weak nod, still recovering from her hits. “I need words baby, you know that” Another slap across your cheek was enough to pull a “yes” from you. “Louder” another slap to the opposite cheek, any more and she would draw blood. “Yes please” you said with more conviction, ready to receive what ever Kirby has planned. Her hand snaked up your body, taking a fist full of your hair. She pulled back harshly, forcing you to arch your back. In the process, she had shuffled your body back enough for you to feel the surprise. Instinctively, you began to rut against it, looking for any kind of friction. You’ve had your pain, it’s time you receive your pleasure.

“I can’t wait for you to stretch around my cock” with her other hand, she hastily pulled your panties down, revealing your dripping centre. The cool air hit you as a reminder of just how desperate you were for her. The sound of her belt buckle sent shivers down your spine in anticipation. The tip was cold against your folds as it smeared your juices. All you could do was flinch as it brushed pass your sensitive bundle. When her cock was lubed, she wasted no time in fulfilling her promise. “Fuck” She groaned as she watched in awe as your greedy pussy sucked her in. It wasn’t long until she bottomed out, your hole stretched around her entire length.

“So full” you breathed, writhing on the table, wanted more to sedate your needs. You knew that if you were to move, Kirby would pull out in an instance. If you were a good girl and stayed still, she would reward you. The grip on your hair grew tighter as she slowly moved her hips. She pulled her cock out, just to slam it back into you. The sudden intrusion left you speechless, all you could do was moan. “You’re such a good girl for me” right on cue, she watched your weeping hole clench around her. “All you needed was praise and to be fucked like a dirty whore” She pulled back like a rubber band and snapped her hips back into you. Her movements became faster, smaller times between each snap. She was building you up, wanted to watch you crumble.

“Faster” a request made through parted lips, just barely above a whisper. She stopped her movements, harshly tugging on your hair. “Where are your manners?” She waited ever so still, waiting for what she demanded. She had enough will power to wait for her answer, but did you? “Faster please” you revised, hoping that would be enough to get her to move. “Pathetic, you can do better than that” as punishment, she pulled out completely, leaving your hole to contract over nothing. A whine escaped at the emptiness, needing to be filled, this knocked some sense into you. “Please, please fuck me, ruin me Kirby. I need you to fill me, show this station who I belong to” was rushed out in one quick breath. Kirby chuckled at your desperation, a sense of pride filling her the way she wants to fill you. Without hesitation, she slammed her cock back into you, reaching deeper than before. Her pace was fast and brutal, leaving no room for build up. She placed a hand on your stomach, enjoying how her cock entered your cervix. As added pleasure, she pushed down on the bulge. “F..fuck” you stuttered at the added pressure, the coil in your stomach growing. She let go of your hair, letting you fall back on to the table. Both her hands found your hips, holding on tightly. She slammed herself harder into you, watching you bounce along the table. If she could break the furniture, that would be an added bonus.

Drool has fallen from your lips, pooling on the table. The thoughts that crossed your mind, were all of Kirby. How she felt, how she pleases you, how wet she can make you. She was all a haze in your mind and that's exactly how she likes it. You were her dumb, empty, easy to please toy, a set of holes for her to use and abuse.

“K..Kirby, I’m, I’m gonna cum” the coil in your stomach about to break. Stars began to flood your vision as loud moans left your throat. The whole precinct could most likely hear you and that only spurred you on. The idea that everyone knew who you belonged to, who owns you, made the fire in your stomach burn brighter. You could tell that it had an effect on Kirby, as her thrusts became sloppy. She was just as close as you, she was chasing her own high now.

“Cum for me” was all it took for the coil to snap. “Fuck, fuck, fuck” you chanted as she rode you though your orgasm. So caught in your pleasure, you didn’t notice the way Kirby squeezed at the base of her cock. The feeling of her cum coating your walls was enough to send you over the edge again. She fucked her cum into you, filling you to the very core. All you could do was take it and say thank you. When your orgasm had calmed, she carefully pulled out of you. Pleased to see a mixture of juices coating her strap, even more pleased to see her cum drip out of your abused hole. She gently picked you up from the table, turning you to face her. She could tell you were spent by the way your body moved. She pulled you into her arms, your head finding solace in the crook of her neck. Her fingers traced your spine, helping to calm your breathing.

“You did so well baby” she praised, knowing what you needed in your blissed out state. All you could do was nod in response, hoping she would understand. “Let’s get out of here” she pulled herself back to take a proper look at you. She was proud at how fucked you look, your hair a mess, a distant look in your eye, panties at your ankles. She took a mental picture on what she wants from now on. She bent down and pulled your panties back up, putting you back together.

“You lose a drop of my treat and there will be hell to pay” she whispered into your ear, wrapping her arm around you to keep you steady. Not one for empty threats, you knew that she was serious. Your legs clamped together, hoping not to spill a drop down your shaky legs. She walked you through the precinct, just the way she left you. Anyone with half a brain would know what happened and lucky for you, she had fucked the last of yours away. You were unaware of the stares but Kirby was, she just smirked at their reactions, only she could do this to you.

#scream #scream imagine #scream x reader #kirby reed #kirby reed imagine #kirby reed x reader #scream 6 #scream 6 imagine #scream 6 x reader #scream 4 #scream 4 imagine #scream 4 x reader #scream vi #scream vi imagine #scream vi x reader

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toournextadventure · 7 months

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Fic Plans

Alright everyone, I'm giving y'all a little sneak peek on all the fics I'm working on and have planned (so far) so y'all know what to look forward to! (And also so I can have them all in one spot otherwise I'll forget)

EBH pt36

Movie Night epilogue

Our Little Secret pt3

Kirby x WalkerSibling!Reader

Sam x Professor!Reader

Wenclair x Vampire!Reader

Vada x Reader Halloween fic

Camilla x Advocate!Reader

#vada cavell x reader #tara carpenter x reader #camila montes x reader #kirby reed x reader #wenclair x reader #sam carpenter x reader #wednesday addams x reader #lorraine day x reader #jenna ortega x reader

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sparklewrites1 · 8 months

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Underrated characters I think should have more fics:

Barbie (HOW IN THE WORLD HAVE I SEEN MOSTLY KEN FICS IN THE BARBIE X READER TAG???)

Liv Mckenzie (scream 5)

Alina Starkov (Shadow & Bone)

Kirby reed. (Scream) (There's like 25 fics max about her)

Sidney Prescott (Scream)

JENTORRA (Antman: Quantumania) (THERES LITERALLY ONLY ONE FIC)

JENNIFER WALTERS (she hulk) (PLEASE YALL)

#fanfiction #fanfic #writing #barbie 2023 #barbie x reader #liv mckenzie x reader #alina starkov x reader #kirby reed x reader #sidney prescott x reader #jentorra x reader #jennifer walters x reader #she hulk #scream movies

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slxsherr · 11 months

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Bizarre Love Triangle

part II of Feeling Like I Never Should

pairing: kirby reed x fem!reader x charlie walker

summary: kirby is so much more than just your best friend.

wc: 1661

warnings: fem!reader, cursing/swearing, mentions of underage drinking, mentions of alcohol, degradation, praise, ffm threesome (?), oral (m! receiving), thigh riding, throuple

a/n: sorry this took so long please enjoy!!!

Kirby is your best friend, but recently she’s realized she likes you more than a friend should. She’s been avoiding you and Charlie, too afraid to make things weird between the three of you, unknowingly making things weirder.

“Honey! I’m home!” Kirby calls as she enters your house, drunk off her ass after another lame party.

But you’re not anywhere to be found. Your house is usually empty, your parents aren’t home much, but usually you’re on the couch watching something. Since she’s met you, your house has been her home away from home.

Tired and drunk, she makes her way to your room. You’re not there either, and she quickly scrolls through her contacts to find your number. She puts you on speaker, clumsily taking off her clothes to crawl into your bed.

“Hello?” Your tired voice crackles over the line.

“Where are you?” Kirby asks, her voice whinier than intended.

“I’m at Charlie’s. Why?” Your voice a whisper now.

“Because you’re not home and I just left a party,” she answers, patting the empty space beside her where your body usually is.

“Are you at my house?”

“Yes, I miss you.”

“I miss you too, I’ll be home tomorrow, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, I love you,” she says, turning over to face away from the empty space in your bed.

“I love you too,” you say, hanging up.

You don’t get home as early as you thought you would. Charlie kept you longer than you anticipated, and by the time you get home, Kirby is already gone. She doesn’t answer your texts until after you get out of the shower, letting you know you can come over.

Just like Kirby feels comfortable waltzing into your house unannounced, you walk into hers using a spare key she gave you. Her parents are at home about as much as yours are, which isn’t much. Probably why the two of you gravitate towards each other so much.

“Kirby?” You call, making your way towards her room.

“Yeah?” She answers from her bed.

“How are you feeling?” You ask, joining her on the bed.

“Mm, not great,” she says, which you expected since she forgets to drink water and take aspirin after drinking.

“That’s what you get, party animal,” you tease, wrapping your arms around her when she moves to embrace you.

“If Charlie didn’t steal you away from me I wouldn’t be hurting so much,” she says, her serious tone revealing the underlying meaning.

“Don’t blame him,” you say, and she can hear the frown in your voice.

“Has he even taken you out on a date?” She asks, holding you tighter to her.

“Yes, he took me to see Paranormal Activity 3,” you answer matter-of-factly.

“How romantic,” she remarks sarcastically.

“If you’re just gonna insult my boyfriend–” you begin to say.

“Your boyfriend?” Kirby interrupts you, surprised by the label.

“I’m leaving,” you say, moving out of her hold and off the bed.

“No, don’t leave,” she says, moving after you.

“No, Kirby. You don’t get to ignore me and Charlie after a night like that, then call me drunk because you showed up to my house and for once I wasn’t there,” you say, leaving her room before she can respond.

Charlie’s hair is soft, a surprise since you know for a fact the only products he uses are drugstore shampoo and conditioner. His head rests on your stomach, allowing you to play with his hair as the two of you watch some classics. The way he talks about the effects, the slasher backstories, and the behind the scenes stories reminds you of your movie nights with Kirby.

“Babe?” Charlie asks in a soft voice.

“Hm?” You respond with a hum.

“Are you tired? Wanna go to bed?” He asks, checking on you.

“No, just spaced out a bit I guess,” you say, hands still messing with his hair.

“Have you talked to Kirby?” He asks, turning over so that he can face you. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he laughs when you answer with a sour expression on your face.

“I don’t get how she can be so dense,” you say with a sigh.

“Love makes you stupid I guess,” he jokes.

“Does that make me stupid?” You laugh.

“Extremely,” he says, moving up to kiss you.

Charlie knows there’s something between you and Kirby, even before the intimate night the three of you shared. It confused him, because you treated him just as you treated Kirby, and Kirby treated him just like she treated you. It hurt both of you when she began to distance herself, and the two of you only had each other to turn to.

Kirby hates that she can’t bring herself to make things right between you. She throws herself into Jill and Olivia’s bullshit, hoping their mundane, heteronormative boy troubles will distract her from you and Charlie. But she still can’t bring herself to skip Stab-A-Thon. Olivia, and Jill and Trevor are going anyway, it’d be weird if she didn’t go too.

It’s a big turnout, the most popular Cinema Club event of the year, crowds of intoxicated teens waiting for the movies to start. She watches you and Charlie throughout the night, following the two of you up to the hayloft towards the end of the first movie. After some liquid courage, she feels brave enough to confront the two of you.

She’s not sure why she expected something different, following you both to the somewhat secluded space. But she didn’t expect to see you on your knees with Charlie’s cock down your throat. Her body moves before she realizes, mouth speaking words she hadn’t even thought.

“You are such a slut,” she says, her hand landing on Charlie’s shoulder as she stops beside the two of you, startling you both. “Oh, don’t stop on my account,” she says when your head stops bobbing. “Keep going, good girl,” she praises, her hand moving to the back of your head to set a rhythm for you.

“You know, you’re really lucky Charlie,” Kirby says, her grip tightening on his shoulder. “Most guys’ don’t have such easy cocksluts for a girlfriend, barely ever get blowjobs,” she says over his whimpers, moving your head faster.

“She’s not a slut,” he says, voice breathy as Kirby continues to move your mouth on him like a toy.

“Aw, that’s sweet,” she coos, meeting your teary eyes. “But just look at her,” she says, turning his head down to watch the drool spill out the sides of your mouth and onto your exposed cleavage, his eyes trailing lower to see the hand not holding his thigh under your skirt, touching yourself over your panties.

“Fuck,” Charlie whines, throwing his head back in pleasure.

“You gonna cum?” Kirby asks, taunting him.

“Uh-huh,” he moans, hands grabbing your head as Kirby continues controlling your movements.

“Go ahead, cum down her throat. Make her swallow it all,” she says, holding your head still as his hips move on their own, chasing his release.

Tears stream down your face as you gag around his cock, the tip bruising the back of your throat, nails scratching his thighs from the force. You do your best to swallow it all, but some spills out the sides of your mouth, following the trail of drool down to your tits. Finally, they let you go, watching your pretty face relax from the facefuck you just received.

“Pretty girl, come here,” Kirby instructs, patting her thigh as she sits on a bale of hay.

You crawl over to her on your hands and knees, too weak to stand. Charlie sits on the floor next to her, his head laying against the outside of her thigh, watching you straddle her thigh. She tucks the hem of your skirt into the waistband, exposing your damp panties.

“Poor thing,” she says with faux sympathy, rocking your hips back and forth. “Bet you wish he was fucking your cunt instead.”

“Please!” You cry, holding onto her forearms when she bounces you on her thigh, your clit rubbing against the fabric of your panties and the denim of her jeans euphorically.

“Shh, don’t wanna get caught, do you?” She says, hands gripping your hips tighter to keep you moving at a steady rhythm. “Charlie, play with her tits,” she says, watching you bite your knuckles in an attempt to keep quiet.

“So beautiful,” he praises, pulling your top and bra down to expose your chest. “Fucking perfect,” he says, cupping your breasts, tweaking your nipples, and kneading the flesh.

Your belly flares with heat, grinding your slick cunt against Kirby’s thigh in desperation. She’s moving your hips forcefully, holding you tighter as you attempt to move on your own as you approach your orgasm. Your hands cup her jawline gently, connecting your lips in a messy kiss as you reach your high, your moans muffled by her mouth.

“Feel better?” She asks, watching your thighs twitch as you ride out your orgasm.

“No,” you whine, dropping your head to avoid her gaze.

“No?” She echoes your answer, surprised.

“How can she feel better when you’re just gonna ignore us tomorrow?” Charlie asks, massaging your shaking legs.

“I won’t–” Kirby begins to say.

“If you just want to fool around, that’s fine,” you interrupt her. “But this will be the last time, because I love you and I can’t keep doing this if you expect there to be no strings attached.”

“You love me? But you and Charlie–” she tries to say.

“Think three’s a party,” Charlie interrupts her this time.

“So, do you wanna be our girlfriend?” You ask, holding Charlie’s hand for reassurance.

“Gladly,” she answers, wrapping her arms around you when you lunge forward to hug her.

“Can I?” You ask, tracing the button of her jeans when you separate.

“Sure,” she says, watching you strip her bottom half and settle between her thighs, Charlie slowly moving behind you.

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f1nalgirlz · 8 months

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Poker Face 🂱 | Kirby Reed |Charlie Walker

In which Y/N has been with her boyfriend Charlie for a few months, but can’t shake her feelings for her best friend, Kirby Reed. She constantly fantasizes about her when she’s with Charlie.

-ˏˋ WARNINGSˊˎ- light swearing, emotional cheating, feminine pronouns, female anatomy, angst

-ˏˋ Contents ˊˎ- Kirby Reed x reader, Charlie Walker x reader, fantasizing during sex, eating out/oral sex (fem receiving)

Dating Charlie was easy, you rarely argued. He was sweet, considerate, and so happy to have his first serious girlfriend that he did whatever he could to please you. So why was it that you couldn’t seem to get your best friend out of your mind? During dates or nights in with Charlie you’d find your thoughts wandering to Kirby, asking yourself what she might be doing at this very moment. That, you could handle, you figured that much was normal. Not being able to stop your brain from imagining Kirby hovering over you, instead of your own boyfriend is where the problem really began. You knew it was getting to be an internal battle the first night you weren’t able to reach an orgasm until you imagined that it was Kirby’s mouth against your heat.

It was late, around 10:50 and you were laid in Charlie’s bed, legs spread apart, allowing him to skillfully work his mouth on your heat. He’d been at it for maybe 10 minutes, usually you’d have already come undone at 8, but it just wasn’t working tonight. It wasn’t that Charlie was any worse than he usually was, he was actually really good, maybe even better than usual, he’d learned what you liked early on. The reason lied in the guilt that had been slowly eating you alive for weeks. Every time you and Charlie had sex, your thoughts would always circle back to Kirby, imagining her in his place. Of course, you knew it was wrong, but you’d assumed it was just something that would pass, a fleeting moment of curiosity! You were desperately searching for any reason to explain these happenings to yourself, but it didn’t stop, it just progressed further, pushing you to the point you couldn’t even finish without thinking of her. So there you laid, in your boyfriend’s bed, him between your legs truly giving it his all to make you finish. As you sank further down in the bed, you allowed your eyes to drift closed, letting your thoughts shift to your best friend.

She’d walk in, kissing you and laying you down on the bed, helping you strip as she did so. Standing back to admire your frame, she’d strip herself too, it was so sensual when she did it. You’d blush as she got on top of you, trailing kisses all the way down to your throbbing pussy, taking little to no time beginning to lick it. You’d grasp her hair as she licked and sucked in all the right places, peering down at her as she did so. Moaning loudly as you felt a familiar knot tightening in your stomach, when it snapped and your orgasm washed over you, your eyes shot back open.

Holding tightly onto Charlie’s hair you moan, back arching off the bed as he continued to eat you out, assuring you were able to ride out your orgasm. As you slowly released his hair, he finally pulled away from your cunt, looking up at you from between your legs, spit and cum dripping down his chin. When meeting his gaze you felt a familiar pit forming in your stomach and chest, guilt. It only worsened when he wiped his face with the collar of his shirt and leaned up to kiss you, giving you a smile after. “Do you need anything?” He asked you gently, only being met with the shaking of your head. All you could do was pull him into a hug, the both of you laying in bed together, your head on his chest. You did love him and that made this situation all the more troubling for you, eyes almost welling up with tears as your thoughts ran a mile a minute. Charlie said nothing, contently holding onto you, a small smile plastered to his lips oblivious to your near breakdown in his arms. Ignorance is bliss, right?

Part 2

R: Sooooo… I decided to write something short and a little angsty. I had pretty terrible writers block yesterday for some reason so, this is what I’m ending up with. I hope y’all don’t hate it, I’ll be back to my regularly scheduled porn with a lil plot soon! Also might delete this idk yet😭

#scream #scream 4 #angsty smut #rory culkin #kirby reed #kirby reed x reader #charlie walker smut #charlie walker x you #charlie walker x y/n #scre4m #light angst #angst #culkin cult #rory culkin character x reader #scream4 #charlie walker #i ❤️ charlie I’m so sorry #i ❤️ rory culkin

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