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deadg1rlw4lking · 10 months

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“You can kiss me anytime.”

Includes- smut, oral (f receiving), munch Charlie, whimpering, hair pulling, MINORS DNI

“Can I kiss you”, you look over at the big blue eyed boy staring intently at you rather than the screen. You’d been with Charlie for over a month and kissed many times however he still asks every time. You assume it’s nerves, it being his first relationship and all. To be totally honest you found it endearing, the way he’d look back between your eyes and lips with uncertainty, his lips slightly parted in awe just at the possibility of you wanting him just as much as he wants you.

Rather than answering with words you choose actions, straddling his lap and placing your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself, “you can kiss me as much as you like-“ you pause to plant a small peck on his still parted lips, “-as often as you like-“ another peck, he lets out a nervous breath, “-however you like.” Rather than a peck you lean fully into him embracing him into a deeper more passionate kiss, he slightly whimpers at the feeling of yours lips fully on his as if he’d been waiting patiently for this feeling for centuries.

He wraps his arms around your back tugging you closer to him until there was no room left between the two of you and you practically became one. This kiss becomes deeper as Charlie starts to take more control finding his confidence. You move your hands from his shoulders to his thick curly hair running your hands through it as he kisses you. You tug slightly at the root of his hair and lets of out a whiny moan against your lips at the feeling.

With hunger he moves from your lips to your neck, the pleasurable stinging feeling of his lips on your neck causes you to tip up your head slightly tugging again his hair. This only encourages him to kiss you more with more passion, focusing on the spot just below your left ear which makes you squirm slightly in his lap. He pulls away from your neck to look at you, his blue eyes clouded with pleasure and his cheeks flushed, looking at the red mark on your neck he smirks a little.

You can’t help but feel an overwhelming pleasure in Charlie’s new found confidence towards you, there’s something so sexy about how much he wants you. “Can we take this off?” He asks playing with the bottom of your oversized shirt, “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours” you cheekily reply. You’ve never seen him move so fast pulling his own shirt off in an instant, revealing his toned chest, suddenly the room felt very hot. You begin to lift your shirt over your head leaving you in your black bra and matching black panties. He stares down at your for a second, at how you’d been on his lap in just your little panties this entire time.

“Stop looking!” You say embarrassed as you tilt his head up to look back at your face, “But I’ve never seen anything so beautiful” he replies leaning forward to kiss the cleavage peaking out of your bra. A greater warmth spreads across your body and you’re soon very aware of his hard bulge just below you. You again tip your head back, moaning slightly and tugging at his hair at the feeling of his lips of your chest.

He pulls away again, looking at you once more with that same uncertainty, “I want to try something,” he says nervously shifting slightly beneath you, you look back at him urging him to continue without saying anything. “-I want to make you feel good.” He continues to look at you with an increasing blushed face, “Show me what you got then pretty boy” you say, smiling from ear to ear.

He kisses you again before beginning to shift the both of you on the sofa, leaving you lying beneath him as he slowly starts to plant passionate kisses down your body, the closer he got to your core the more you squirmed under his touch, causing him to place his hands on your waist to keep you still. When he begins to plant heavy intense kisses on your inner thigh your whole body trembles with pleasure, you return your hands to his hair tugging slightly as he continued to suck at the flesh leaving a perfect hickey on your upper inner thigh.

He pulls away for a second, looking up at you from between your thighs as if he were taking a mental picture of you like this in front of him, needy for him, almost desperate. He tugs at your panties, pulling them off and tucking them into his pocket with a smirk. You squirm in anticipation and he returns his hands to your waist holding you still for him.

He takes a moment to admire you, staring at how you were so ready for him, in awe that he had gotten you in this state. You shift your hips in desperation, “Needy for me are we?” He says cocky with a smirk on his face, before lowering himself to kiss your exposed folds, you widen your legs further giving him more access. He nudges his nose against your throbbing clit before licking up your folds. You practically scream out in pleasure, digging your hands deeper into his hair.

This seems to boost his confidence even more and he moves his tongue to circle you clit, eating you out as if you were his last meal. You had become completely undone beneath him, you were a moaning mess. With every tug at his hair he’d let out a slight whimper and would slightly roll his hips into the couch beneath him completely overwhelmed by how good you taste.

He moves one of his hands from your waist to your entrance pushing two fingers into you, hitting your g spot perfectly

Causing you to thrust into his face and fingers as he tongue continued to work your clit. You pushed your head back far into the pillow behind you as your legs started to shake at the overwhelming pleasure. The closer you got to your high and the more you’d moan his name the more Charlie would rutt into the couch cushions beneath him, whimpering and moaning himself.

You feel yourself getting closer and closer as he quickens the pace of his fingers and tongue to match the pace at which you were thrusting into his face. With one last half moan half scream of his name you came against his face, as you came down from your high he removed his fingers from you lapping up your come and continuing to hump the cushions beneath him, chasing his own release.

With one last whimper against you he came himself looking up at you lightly embarrassed lightly euphoric, you couldn’t help but smile at him before pulling him into another kiss, “you can definitely kiss me anytime if that’s how it ends.”

#charlie walker #charlie walker smut #charlie walker x reader #fanfiction #rory culkin #rory culkin x reader #scream 4

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vampirecorleone · 8 months

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"During production, Ghostface's signature black robe was going to be white, to make him appear even more like a ghost. This was changed in fear of people comparing the costume to those that the Ku Klux Klan wear." Scream (1996 - )

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charmedslayer · 11 days

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SCREAM 4 (2011) dir. Wes Craven

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chainsawgvtsfvck · 1 month

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For your writing request: Maybe Charlie, being a nerdy dude, and probably good in school, tutoring his crush (either bc the teacher suggested it or the crush asked him), but he is totally distracted and stuttering during the lesson. I dunno I am high right now and confident to write you and not shy atm, but this scenario just popped up in my head. If it's too boring or hard to write, feel free to ignore it. :')

I’m so sorry this took so long!!

Warnings: a lil drug use (weed), unprotected sex, (Charlie’s) loss of virginity. MDNI!

“So, uhm, you got most of these answers wrong…” Charlie said, cringing at the practice test he’d written for her.

She cupped her face in her hands and groaned in embarrassment.

“Im such an idiot.” She whimpered, words muffled by her hands. Charlie couldn’t help but notice how the motion squished her tits together and he tried desperately not to blush.

“N-no! You’re not an idiot. Tons of people suck at math.” He attempted.

“Gee, thanks Charlie.” She said, parting her fingers to glare at him with her pretty eyes. So pretty.

Fuck, he’d just put his foot in his mouth again hadn’t he?

“I’m sorry, that wasn’t what I meant-“

“Forget it.” She cut him off, stomping to her bed and flopping across it face-down, “I’m failing, there’s no hope for me.”

Her ass looked so nice like this, cupped by those tight little yoga pants. Charlie wanted to reach out and grab it with both hands. He felt himself begin to stiffen behind the unforgiving denim of his jeans. He almost didn’t notice when she spoke.

“Huh- what?” He asked, snapping out of his increasingly dirty daydreams.

“I said, do you want to smoke?” She fished under her bed for a moment before pulling out a pre-rolled joint and a lighter. She looked over her shoulder at him, catching his big blue eyes focusing on her rear end before snapping to the joint nervously. She bit her lip. Good.

“Don’t look so nervous, Charlie. I’m not a cop.” She snorted, resting the joint between her pretty glossed lips and flicking the lighter until it caught.

“I-I’ve never…uh, done that before.” He admitted sheepishly, looking down at his hands.

She smiled, “Awh, you’re so innocent. You don’t have to if you don’t want to. It’s nice, though. Might help you relax.”

He didn’t have to think twice. He wanted to be closer to her, he didn’t much care how.

“No, I do want to. Let’s smoke.” He insisted.

She beamed at him, “I’m so excited you’re letting me pop your cherry - come sit next to me.” She patted the bed next to her.

He settled in, relishing the warmth of their thighs pressing together. She passed him the joint.

“Now, inhale nice and deep - there we go, good boy.” She purred.

Charlie began to choke on the thick, earthy smoke almost immediately. She giggled at him before plucking the joint from his fingers and taking a hit of her own.

Once he caught his breath, Charlie sighed deeply and allowed himself to enjoy the buzzy feeling. He leaned back, relaxing into her pillows and watching her as she stubbed the joint out and leaned back next to him. His eyes traced the curve of her hips and thighs and his fingers ached to reach out and wrap around them.

“How do you feel?” She asked, and god her lips are so pretty. He stared at them as they curved into a mischievous smile.

“Charlie? I asked you a question.”

“Hm? Oh - I feel…nice. I feel good.” His eyes remained fixed on her lips.

“Do you wanna kiss me, Charlie?” She asked, leaning in close until their noses nearly touched.

“Yes please.” He breathed, and their lips were pressed together and her manicured fingers were curling into the soft fabric of his shirt.

He groaned as her tongue found its way between his lips. She tasted sweet, minty, and a little earthy like the smoke. He couldn’t believe such a gorgeous girl was giving him the time of day, let alone shoving her tongue down his throat.

“I was so excited when you asked me to tutor you, I couldn’t believe it.” He panted.

“Why d’you think I asked you to anyway?” She giggled against his lips, “I don’t give a fuck about math - I was just dying to get my hands on you.” She climbed on top of him, straddling his lap and grinding down ever so slightly on the growing tent in his pants.

Charlie moaned into her mouth, unable to stop himself from pressing his fingers into the soft flesh of her hips to pull them down further onto his aching cock.

“Can I - can I fuck you? Please?” He whined, “I’ve never done it before, but I promise I can make it good for you -“ The end of his sentence was lost in another hot kiss and his brain threatened to turn off altogether when he felt her beginning to undo his pants. She made quick work of them and sat back to allow his dick to spring free.

Holy fuck, Walker…” Her pretty face flushed as she took in the sight of his thick cock, “you’re telling me I’m the first girl to have the privilege of riding this thing?”

She was practically salivating as she reached down to wrap her fingers around it. She gave it a few pumps, basking in the sweet little sounds Charlie made. He couldn’t believe the sight of her pretty manicured nails wrapped around his cock. His head lulled back in pleasure.

“Does that feel good?” She purred, “can’t believe you’ve been hiding this thing from me, Walker.”

“I-if you keep going I’m gonna cum…I really wanna fuck you, please…” he whimpered helplessly. She complied, letting go of his throbbing cock to peel her tiny t-shirt off, letting her tits bounce free.

She placed her hands over his and guided them to her breasts, letting out quiet little gasps when he began to pinch and tug on her nipples.

“Lay on your back, I wanna take your pants off.” Charlie said, nudging her off his lap.

“Yes, sir.” She teased, climbing off of him and settling back on her pillows like a princess on her throne, tits on display without a flicker of shame or shyness.

He swallowed hard, reaching first for his own shirt and discarding it on the floor before hooking his fingers in her waistband to peel her pants off. Her tiny little thong left little to the imagination and his mouth hung open, almost unable to believe that this girl was all spread out in front of him. So pretty, and his for the taking.

“Your turn to lay back, Charlie.” She said, spreading her fingers on his chest and pushing him to rest on his back again, “There’s no way I’m letting you do all the work for your very first time.”

She crawled over him, tugging her panties to the side and rubbing her bare pussy on his weeping cock a few times. Charlie gasped and whimpered like a whiny puppy at the contact, his hips twitching desperately.

She positioned the fat head of his cock at her entrance.

“You ready, Walker?” She asked, looking up at him through her lashes.

In response, he pushed inside her. He couldn’t wait anymore, the feel of her warm wetness just teasing the head of his cock was too much.

“Ooooooh Charlie, fuck.” She sighed at the stretch of this fucking nerd’s massive cock. “That’s so good, baby.”

“God, you’re so fucking perfect.” Charlie whined, “can’t believe i have you bouncing on my dick right now. F-feels like a dream.”

She rolled her hips down harder onto him, crying out when the head of his cock pressed up against her g-spot.

“Ooh fuck, just like that.” She panted, “if I’d have known you were packing like this, I’d have been begging you for dick every day.”

“I’ll give it to you every day, baby - fuck. You take it so good, so pretty.” Charlie had her by the hips again, slamming into her while she writhed and squealed on top of him.

“I’m gonna cum,” he whined, “where do you want me to - oh.” He felt her pussy clench down around him even harder.

“Fucking cum inside me, Charlie - please.” She gasped, leaning back enough to give Charlie a full view of her pretty little pussy stretched around his cock, and that was all it took. He was gripping her hips for dear life and cumming harder than he thought possible.

She kept rocking on him, making sure to milk every last drop out of him before easing herself off of his cock and collapsing on the bed next to him.

Charlie stared at the ceiling, breath hitching, unable to fully grasp what exactly had just happened.

She smiled at him, still so beautiful even all disheveled. He leaned forward and kissed her again, as if to make sure she was really there.

“You wanna keep being my tutor, then?” She asked teasingly, and he grinned against her lips.

#rory culkin #charlie walker #scream 4 #rory culkin smut #charlie walker smut #rory culkin x reader #charlie walker x reader

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castieltrash1 · 1 year

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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?”

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chewbacca · 1 year

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SCREAM 4 2011, dir. Wes Craven

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angelsnkisses · 9 months

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

Honest Attempt ♡ - Charlie Walker x fem!reader

‼️ NSFW - MDNI ‼️

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What, you think we're finished?"

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

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