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And this is why S4 is my personal favorite-

my favorite ghostface duo i think

Some more scream. The last one is upto your interpretation

I had to 😔

Am I correct or what

Working on Shattered Unity right now and you all are going to be gobsmacked 💅💅💅

Also it’s a MULTIPLE PART SERIES, so going from Scream 4 to Scream 6 —and if another one gets released while I’m still writing I’ll probably incorporate it too— so buckle up SCREAM fans

scream men when breeding !

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

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

CHAD MEEKS-MARTIN.

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

—

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

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

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

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

ETHAN LANDRY.

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

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

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

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

CHARLIE WALKER.

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

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

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

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

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

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

How slashers would react to you getting on top

Includes: Billy Loomis, Charlie Walker, Patrick Bateman

Content Warning: 18+! P in v, overstimulation, riding

(No pronouns mentioned, but reader has female anatomy!)

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: ̗̀➛ Billy

Your head was hitting the headboard with every thrust, his cock buried deep inside you. You forced your eyes open, “Fuck Billy,” you managed.

He grunted in response. You braced your hands on his shoulder and wrapped your legs around his hips. You rocked to the side and flipped him over. His dick slammed into you, even deeper and you moaned as you made yourself comfortable on him.

The strands of hair that had been flopping around had flattened on his forehead. His demeanor changed and he gave you a sly smile, his eyes darkened and his moved his hands to your hips. You rocked back and forth, slowly bouncing on him before finding a steady pace. You bit your lip as you neared your release, a tight knot that had formed in your stomach was unraveling slowly as you neared release.

Your legs shook and your walls clenched tightly around his dick. Billy bucked his hips up sloppily to meet you halfway before going limp. He let out a deep moan and came. You slowed your movements and gave one last bounce before coming onto him. You laid down on his chest and drifted off to sleep as he praised your performance that night.

:➛ Charlie Walker

“Let me take care of you this time.” You urged.

“Fuck, okay,” Charlie gasped as you stroked his cock, “Jesus.” You smiled at his reaction and gently pushed him onto the bed.

“Lie down.” You commanded. You lowered yourself onto him, his dick stretched out your walls. You didn’t know Charlie was so big. You put your hands on his chest and started to roll your hips. He felt so good inside you. You sped up and Charlie’s eyes rolled up into his head, he whimpered as you clenched around his hardened cock.

He bucked upward and desperately grasped at your hips. Hot tears were streaming down his face, and you could feel his dick twitch inside you. He was close, but you had no plans to stop or slow down.

“Fuck, y/n.” He whimpered as he came. You fucked him right through his orgasm, his face was reddening with overstimulation, his eyes were clenched. His hips stop bucking and he let you do all the work, guiding him towards his next orgasm.

Charlie moaned as he nearing his next release, you were getting closer too, but you didn’t stop, you couldn’t. A hot feeling filled you as you came on him. You rolled your hips a few more times before pulling off before Charlie could come. He lay on the bed, whimpering.

“Poor Charlie,” you tutted, without sympathy, “you were such a good boy but I couldn’t let you come this time.” You tan your fingers through his hair as his breath slowed and lost its raggedness. He turned to you and smiled.

“we’re gonna need to do that again sometime.”

: ➛ Patrick Bateman

Patrick drilled into your ass. He loved to hear the pretty screams of pleasure you let out as he fucked you. You were on all fours on the bed and Patrick was grunting above you. He pulled out suddenly and lay down on the bed, his dick rock solid and standing up, and his arms around his head.

“Why don’t we try something different?” He suggested casually as if he hadn’t been pounding into you a moment earlier.

“So you want me to ride you?” You deadpanned. You wouldn’t be opposed to the idea. You had been dreaming of the day where you would get to take charge.

“Yes.” He grinned. You couldn’t help but smile back as you pushed yourself onto him. He tangled his hand into your hair and braced himself for you to quicken the pace. You dig your fingers into his shoulders and sped up, rocking your hips back and forth. His length was stretching out your walls and you could feel his tip hit your g-spot.

You tried to throw your head back but he pulled your hair and forced your face closer to his.

“There you go, slut, ride me like the whore you are. I know how eager you were to wrap my dick around your pussy.” He growled in your ear. Your legs shook and you felt warmth spread through your body. You came on him, and tried to slow down your pace. He only tugged harder and encouraged you to keep going, no matter how sloppy you got.

“Come baby, just ride me a little longer, you got it.” He praised. His dick twitched and he finally released. Your core warmed when it was met with his thick, hot ropes. You unmounted him and slid next to him in the bed. He wrapped his arms around you.

“I should really let you take control more, huh?” He laughed.

“Yeah,” you smiled, “that wasn’t half bad.”

A/N: this is my first time doing head cannons like this! There may be more in the future who know? I hope you enjoyed!

I need them in a way that is concerning to feminism.

hii again😈

soooo i had another charlie ask (sorry, I’ve been a bit obsessed recently…)! i was wondering if you could write a popular reader x charlie story where they are hooking up in secret (like in a janitors closet in the school or something because she doesn’t want anyone to know💀). make it as smutty or fluffy as you want! THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME!!

xoxo

thank you for the request!!

"the sweetest girl in town." | charlie walker

meet me in the pale moonlight. - lana del rey

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popular!female!reader x geeky!charlie

word count: 1.4k

contents: blowjob, public sex, charlie domming for a little bit

as students bustled through the halls to get to their next classes, you elegantly made your way to the lonely little door in the middle of the wall. you grabbed the handle, ring-decorated fingers opening the door. you walked into the tight room, stepping over a mildewy mop as you shut the door behind you.

your eyes met the infatuated gaze of the geek shyly standing in the corner, a smile spreading across his face. “i… i thought you weren’t coming…” you smiled, walking up to him and making him back into the wall as nervousness coursed through his veins. “oh please. you think i’d miss the opportunity to see my favourite guy in the world?” you patted his cheek and he leaned into your touch, blushing profusely.

you knew you had a pattern of overstepping when it came to him, but charlie walker was a sucker for affection, so you decided to give the poor boy what he wanted. you reeled back a little, tucking a strand of his hair behind his ear. “sorry i couldn’t catch you before first period. i just couldn’t get away from my friends.” you exaggerated the word ‘friends’ a little, like it couldn’t be further from the truth.

his smile widened even more. “don’t worry about it.” he hesitated as he spoke again. “you looked real good this morning… almost wanted to scoop you up and have you all to myself…” you felt your gaze get slightly icy as he mentioned interacting with you outside closed doors where everyone would surely flip at seeing such an odd couple together. but you shook off the breeze, smiling at him. 

he reached into his bag, pulling out a brown paper bag with a heart-shaped sticky note. “i brought you some cookies to celebrate one month of us… you know.” you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. only charlie would celebrate something as mundane as one month of hooking up in secret. but you took the bag, flattered by the gesture. “you’re the sweetest guy ever, y’know that?”

he was grinning like an idiot as you bent over to put the goodies in your bag. as you got back up, you caught a glimpse of charlie eyefucking you from your peripherals. at last, the chatter in the hallways came to a complete stop. you approached him again, close enough that you could feel his breath on your cheek. “we’d better get started if you plan on making it to your next class.” he was already dazed by your ethereal beauty, but he nodded. “y-yeah, of course.”

luckily for you, he was already bricked. he had been ever since you had walked in, his boner sticking out like a sore thumb. you grinned smugly, bringing your hands to the zipper of your sweater and pulling it down at a teasingly slow pace. then you let it fall to the ground, charlie’s pupils dilating as you put your tits on display for him.

you pinned him to the wall, grabbing the back of his head and locking him in a wet, sloppy kiss. he fed his jagged gasps into your mouth, frantically moving his hands to unbuckle his belt. as it clanged to the floor, his erect cock sprung out like a jack-in-the-box. it slapped you on the stomach and you jumped, giggling. “well, it looks like someone’s missed me.” you wrapped your pretty hand around his girth, using the flat part of your thumbs to massage his throbbing tip. he hissed, tossing his head back as a shiver ran down his spine. you went down on your knees, looking up at him with those eyes that made him run wild. you loved how much power you had over him. he’d run into a burning building just to get you your favourite mascara. he would even kill for you if you asked him to.

you played around with his cock, taking in the 7-inches of flesh that was currently begging to feel your insides. charlie’s heart raced in his chest as he watched you have fun with his manhood. he wanted this moment to last forever but also wanted to skip to the good part. but he knew to just let you be at a time like this.

finally, you brought your lips to his tip, peppering tiny kisses all over it. he squirmed, fists clenching at his sides as sweat began to bead at the back of his neck. you kissed him all the way down and came back up again, time feeling like an eternity for him until he finally snapped. “oh, for fuck’s sake.” he grabbed the back of your head, forcing your jaw open and shoving his cock into your throat all at once.

you gagged, tears immediately filling your eyes as he hit deep into your throat, your tongue pressed against his underside. he wrapped a handful of your hair around his fist, losing himself in the feeling of extreme pleasure as he began to fuck your face. he wasn’t being gentle or careful with you. he was surrendering to his desires, letting them possess him and take over.

he leaned back against the wall, his hips backing into your gaping mouth as he ran a hand through his hair. his knees buckled from the feeling of your uvula fluttering against his tip, his balls creating a sticky mess on your chin as he pulled your head up and down his shaft. 

he bit his lip hard, drawing a thin line of blood as his chest heaved. he had never been consumed by such a primal feeling before. it felt like pure ecstasy and he never wanted to stop. his eyes were glued to you, watching as your tits bounced from the rapid movement of your head. he wanted to paint all over your plump breasts, turning them into his own pieces of art that would forever be treasured in the chamber of his mind.

you were too stunned to even react. charlie had never been the type to take charge. you’d learned to enjoy making him squirm until he turned blue in the face. you’d gotten so used to the “yes, ma’am” and “whatever you want” that you’d forgotten that he was actually a man. as much as you wanted to fight and protest and perhaps bite off his dick to teach him a lesson, you let him have his fun, tears flowing cheeks as your throat began to bruise.

you began to fondle his balls in your shaky grip, making his eyes roll to the back of his head. charlie rolled his hips into your mouth, lips parted as desperate moans slipped from them. “o-oh… oh god…” his cock throbbed and twitched in your esophagus, signalling an orgasm that was nearing rapidly.

a devious idea popped into your mind. you pressed your tongue against him, pushing his cock to the roof of your mouth and swallowing to create a strong suction. a technique that you knew would come in handy one day. charlie whimpered out loud, nails digging into the back of your head as he eagerly whipped his cock out of your mouth and gave himself a few quick strokes, ejaculating all over your chest.

you gasped as the white-hot liquid hit your chest, a coughing fit hitting you as you finally took in a breath of air again. it was like all his deepest fantasies coming true. you were a piece of art, his muse. his cum highlighted your body in ways that he thought could only be true in his wildest dreams.

his cock leaked with a few more drops of cum as you got back to your feet, wiping the drool from your lips as you glared at him. “nice going, you fucking prick.” you muttered, making his heart shatter. he scratched the back of his head. “s-sorry… got a little carried away there, didn’t i?” you laugh a little, picking up your sweater and pulling it on. “you think?” there was cum dripping down your torso, but it could be worse.

you pulled out your mirror from your pocket, looking at the dark tear streaks that ran down your face. “you completely messed up my makeup.” he helped you pick up your bag. “how about i take you out later? i heard they just restoked your favourite brand.” you couldn’t help but melt at his kindness. you nodded, the taste of his cum still polluting your mouth.

with a sigh, you pulled the cookie he gave you out of your bag, taking a large bite and nodding with approval as the bell shrilled, your cue to leave. you turned to the door, shooting him one last glance. “see you around, loser.” you walked out of the closet, hoping that no one would notice the cum on your shirt and the stupid smile on your face.

author's note: i want cookies :((

“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.”

sitting on charlie's face <3

that's literally it. that's the post. that's what this whole thing is about. I think it goes without saying, minors do not interact.

his bottom lip flipped between his teeth in anticipation. he had been begging all day for it. as soon as he had a dream about it, he was chomping at the bit to reenact it with you. you straddled his hips, nothing to separate your sopping cunt and the skin of his torso.

charlie's eyes flicked up and down your nude body, his hands going to your thighs and giving them a firm squeeze, making you smirk.

"gotta tell me what you want, or else i can't help you," you mused, leaning down just above his face.

he growled in agitation as you were still drawing this out when all he wanted were his lips wrapped around your pussy, licking and sucking until you were soft and pliant above him.

"charlie," you taunted, your lips dropping to his neck, "tell me you want me to sit on your face, baby."

he scoffed like an angry child before cutting his losses, spitting out through almost gritted teeth, "please. please sit on my face."

you gifted him a mischievous smile before wiggling your way up his body, his hands on your hips all the way up, fingers flexing against the soft flesh of your thighs.

before you could even lower yourself down, he was extending his neck and pushing you into him by wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you down into his mouth.

you gasped as you felt his tongue swirl and dive across your folds in needy desperation. you knew that ever since the dream he had plagued him, he wanted nothing more than to get as pussy drunk as possible.

and with you above him, singing for him while he gets to feast on your pussy, he is not afraid to let himself go.

he was absolutely zeroed in on your reactions, the way your muscles would tense, if you were specifically sensitive in a spot, he would suck you would jump, and to keep your volume regulated, you would slip your bottom lip between your teeth.

knowing charlie, he was going to remember and analyze everything you gave him tonight.

your hips began to move without your brain registering, grinding down on his tongue as you babbled above him for more. and after all, charlie had wanted to try it since he started.

he held you still with a growl, the look in his eyes giving you a stare that said "don't. move."

charlie wrapped his lips around your clit and began to suck, and you braced yourself against the headboard as pleasure washed over your body. you swore every cell in your body was bouncing off the others at a million miles a minute. you were buzzing.

"charlie, oh my god, fuck!" you whimpered out, brain lost for words as you focused on the boy below you.

he was humming into your sopping cunt with a low timbre, which made your core clench. he was making you feel like a fucking porn star with how much he had you moaning out for him. he smiled to himself as he remembered: he hasn't even put his cock in you yet.

charlie's nose was pushed up against your pubic area, the soft flesh moving in unison with the movements of his mouth. when you dared to look down, his pulverizing blue eyes locked onto yours. the stare was silent but it carried so much weight. a soundless communication that he was there for you. and that he wanted you to cum.

"fuck!" you cry out, his hair held tight in your hand, your other making nail marks on the headboard.

"cum," he begged, his pleading muffled in the weight of your thighs.

electricity seemed to be shooting its way out of your body, your hand slapping over your mouth as you let out silenced wails of pleasure, cursing as you were possessed by your high.

charlie watched you in awe, slowing his tongue to make soft, gentle licks right on your clit to help you come down from your high. you were shaking above him, and that made him glow with pride.

you sloppily dismounted his face as he gave it one last parting kiss. flopping down on the sheets, you felt him lean over you, a curious expression on his face.

"that good?" he asks.

"that good."

your greedy hands were already playing around his v-line, fingertips grazing the hem of his boxers. your post-orgasm neediness made him buzz with arousal.

"what do you think you're doing?" he questions playfully, narrowing his eyes.

"paying you back."

Breaking in

Pairing: Charlie Walker x fem!reader

Warnings: angst, 18+ (mature content such as dom!charlie, sub!reader, dry humping, clit stimulation, oral, praise kink, degradation kink, mask kink, penetration)

A/N: ngl I'm a sucker for all of those charlie as a sub type of fics (I stand by that) but I believe that behind that mask charlie is a whole different person based on his murders. So I decided to write something about it because why not 😈 sit down and enjoy my little sluts (btw my obsession with this man is over the roof by now help) the gif is just to give you a little idea of how it will go further into the fic😉

You didn't know how to feel.

Were you angry? Upset? Scared? Probably all of them.

You just couldn't believe it at first. You refused to believe your sweet, smart and funny boyfriend Charlie could do something like that.

You simply decided to go to Charlie's house after school to surprise him but when you got to his room you saw him taking off his ghostface costume that had droplets of blood in it. You confronted him about it, asking him if he was the one responsible for all the murders in Woodsboro so far and he didn't even bother to deny. He couldn't lie to you, so he admitted it, explaining the truth and reasoning behind it.

You were quiet the entire way back to your house and also inside it. Your mind went back to all the moments you had spent with him; the sweet ones, the sad ones, the intimate ones. As time went by, your thoughts made you realize how real it all was.

It's been only a couple of days since you walked out of his house and you still couldn't stop thinking about it. The rational side of your body kept telling you that you should inform the authorities; that meant reporting your boyfriend would not only make him stay in prison for a few good decades but it would also make you, as his girlfriend, an accomplice of his crimes since you knew the truth. Meanwhile, the emotional side of your body wanted you to hide the whole truth and run back into the kind arms of the love of your life. Whatever your decision was, you couldn't tell anyone about it.

Right as you mind wandered back to reality, you noticed the movie you had put on to distract yourself had ended, so you started to do some chores around your house, since you didn't want to think about it for a little while.

As you finished cleaning the kitchen, you went out for a few minutes to take out the trash, leaving the front door slightly ajar so you could go back in, but suddenly you felt eyes on you and a presence on your back. Turning around to go back inside, you quickly checked your surroundings to make sure you weren't being watched, scared you would be the next kill despite knowing Charlie would never do something to you.

The moment you turned around after closing your door, you came face to face with your boyfriend Charlie; except that he was wearing the ghostface costume and you gussed that he was either coming back from a kill or going for one. For brief seconds, the two of you just stood there in front of each other without saying a word. Every emotion and every thought that you were having and thinking earlier came back rushing to your heart and mind. Your own body was battling against your own, not knowing whether you should run away from him, to him or fight him; so you opted by asking him a simple but stupid question.

"Are you going to hurt me?" He didn't answer, only shaking his head.

"Then why are you here?"

"I wanted to see you." Those were his only words before going quiet again. He could tell you were feeling conflicted but he wasn't going to blame you.

"You could've called me." He took a step closer to you.

"I didn't know if you wanted to talk to me, much less see me."

He took another step towards you but you didn't back away. He kept coming closer and closer until he was right in front of you. Charlie lifted a hand to your face, caressing your cheek, feeling your skin heat up under his touch.

Not only was your skin hot, but your heart was almost popping out of your chest from how gently he was touching you. The way he was touching your face along with the way he was looking at you behind that mask was arousing you, even though you wanted to ignore it.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry for putting you through this." His voice, soothing and calm as always, comforted you as he looked at your trembling form.

You had no words. Even after finding out he was the killer – ghostface– he still made you feel warm and fuzzy inside; you shouldn't but you couldn't help yourself, you still loved him and he was still your boyfriend.

"I didn't want you to find out this way, I swear I never meant to put you involved in this." Even though you couldn't see his face, you could still hear the plead in his voice.

"I was involved in all of this ever since you started murdering people knowing you and I were together and I could find out about it at any moment." You said, while stepping away from him, the anger and frustration showing through your voice. Charlie turned his head slightly away from the direction of your eyes knowing how upset you were. "At least show me your face and look at me if you're so sorry."

He was aware of how angry you were, so, like a soldier listening to his commander's orders, he turned his head back to you and brought his hand to his chin to take off his mask, his hair tied into a bun, all while looking into your eyes.

You stared at him; your eyes running all over his face, mostly remaining on his baby blue eyes, as if to remember every single detail of his angelic like features to assure yourself that he was still the same –which he was. If someone told you a few days ago that your boyfriend was the one who committed the murders, you wouldn't believe them and would've laughed in their face, telling them he would never do something like that, for he was far too sweet to kill people in such a brutal way, but right now, as you looked at him, you could only wish it wasn't true.

It didn't stop you though. It didn't stop your mind from reliving all those moments spent with him; it didn't stop your feelings from erupting into the surface everytime you thought of him; it didn't stop your heart from racing whenever you saw him; and it definitely didn't stop you from loving him.

You and Charlie kept eye contact with each other once no other words were exchanged. The silence surrounding your bodies in the living room was loud; you could even hear your light breaths and maybe even your heart ramming against your ribcage.

However, Charlie tried to make another move for the second time that day by walking slowly towards you. The stare in his eyes was so intense the arousal you felt before came back to your body, the tingling sensation lowering to your core. Without thinking, you took a step back as he kept walking towards you until you collided with the wall.

Your breathing got heavier as the air around you felt hot, the arousal only increasing more and more with the way Charlie was staring at you; what you didn't know was that he was doing it on purpose to rile you up. He loved to watch the way your chest rose up and down when he did something like this. It turned him on when he had some kind of control over you since it was unusual for him and when that happened he liked to enjoy it as much as he could.

"Do you still love me?" He asked with uncertainty.

"I don't know if I should." You answered out of spite despite wanting to say yes.

"Do you trust me?"

"I don't know if I should either."

No words were said after that. It wasn't that you didn't trust him or love him –you did, with your soul and life– but you wanted to see how the moment would go and how it would end. Would you lie to him and say you didn't want him anymore? Would you guys break up and never see each other again? Or would you confess your love and trust for him and keep it all a secret? Whatever way that conversation would go, your mind was set on not sending him to the authorities.

You were so distracted thinking about how it would all end, preparing yourself mentally and emotionally, that you didn't even notice Charlie's hand locking itself on your neck, right beneath your jawline, and leaning in to kiss you. Despite getting caught off guard, your body accepted the kiss with an eagerness never felt before.

As the kiss evolved, eventually turning into makeout session, all the doubts you were having before left your mind, the only thing remaining being the love and trust you had for him. A wave of emotions flooded your heart, making its palpitations increase, causing you to pull him closer to your body with your arms encircling around his neck.

To say he was surprised by your reaction was an understatement. Even though the love you had for one another was unconditional, he almost expected you to turn around and go straight to the police, but he was mostly relieved that you didn't. With that, he started to slowly and reluctantly slide his hands down your back, afraid you would stop him but decided to keep going when he felt you holding him even closer. Now feeling more secure and confident, he ran his hands over your waist and to your hips, pulling your pelvis against his when arousal started to rush into his body, going straight to his core.

"Do you want me?" He asked, pausing his actions.

"Yes." You didn't even hesitate to answer his question, the passion you were feeling mixing up with the physical contact only added more fervor into your veins. Right when you were about to carry on with the now heavy makeout session, Charlie stopped you by grabbing your wrist. Looking at him with a confused look in your face, you were about to ask him what was he doing when he suddenly took a step back. When he did this, your mind began to cloud itself with insecurities and second thoughts, in fear that he had regretted his decision; it almost made you prepare yourself for a heartbreak until you saw him kneeling down to grab his mask that he dropped earlier on the floor to put it back on.

"Charlie?" Without answer, he started to walk back to you, your body still pressed against the wall. Even when you couldn't see his face due to the mask, you could feel his eyes on you, watching you like a hawk. It made you feel nervous and a little scared but you kept telling yourself he wouldn't hurt you –after all you trusted him and you wanted him to know that.

Now standing in front of you again, Charlie tilted his head lightly, noticing the way your chest rose up and down due to your heavy breathing, your lips slightly parted and your eyes locked on his –or his mask.

At first, he thought about taking off the costume and let things flow between the two of you like they usually would, but now, as he stands in front you, watching the way your body reacted to him and his actions, he couldn't help but feel a sudden urge to take control, soon overtaken by a feeling of power, something he would mostly feel whenever he wore the ghostface costume for his kills. All of it only turned him on more.

You weren't far behind. If someone walked in on that moment and saw ghostface –or Charlie– in your living room cornering you against the wall, they would immediately think you were being attacked and would call the police –but that wasn't the case as the energy around the room shifted once again as your body heat increased and your heartbeat sped up as Charlie kept staring at you under that mask, causing you to feel just as aroused as he was.

Coming even closer until your bodies were touching, he grabbed your hips and pulled you close to him all over again, his hands then sliding down to your buttcheeks to bring your pelvis towards his to create some sort of friction. Noticing this, you circled your arms around his torso and buried your face in his neck, moving your hips against his clothed erection, while his hands held your ass helping your movements.

Not a single word other than each other's heavy breathing was exchanged as the two of you were humping your hips towards one another, at least not until one of his hands left your butt and you felt his fingertips going over the seam of your pajama pants, teasing you at first to arouse you even more and then going under your panties and to your pussy, using his middle and ring fingers to give you slow and light circles to your stimulated clit.

"C-Charlie..." You panted against his neck. The hand that was still holding your cheek, was brought to your chin, lifting your face from his neck in order to make you look at him, his head slightly tilted in a provoking way.

"What is it? Hmm? Does it feel good?" He asked, amusement oozing out of his voice as he kept touching your pussy.

"Y-Yes, yes, it feels s-so good." You stuttered, as you let your head fall on his shoulder.

"Yes, it does and you wanna know why? Because you're taking it like a good little slut, aren't you?" As he spoke, the words only got stuck in your throat as you felt your orgasm approaching, the only possible answers being the nods of your head and the shifting of your hips as he changed the speed of his fingers, going even faster to help you reach your peak.

"Shhh, I know, I know, there you go." He praised, his voice soft in your ear as the most earth shattering orgasm hit you, making your body tremble in his arms, the sounds of your erratic breathing only getting louder with each after shock, causing your shaking form to look like it just got a short circuit.

Charlie then removed his fingers from your underwear, wiping them on his costume without care and took a step back, giving you a minute to cool off before trying anything else. He was about to ask if you were okay but refrained himself from saying it when you suddenly brought your hands to his ankles, in an attempt to remove his costume, lifting it up and taking it off his body along with his shirt, leaving him with only his mask and jeans. As you were about to unbuckle his belt, Charlie suddenly held your hands, stopping your actions. You glanced up at him perplexed, questioning why would he stop you and wondering if he didn't want you to return the favor when all of a sudden you felt the weight of his palms on your shoulders, gently but firmly pressing on them to push you down on your knees.

"What? Isn't this what you want, hmm?" You could tell he asked it in a rhetoric way, using a taunting and condescending tone and smirking under his mask, whilst stroking your cheek and looking down at you, almost as if telling you you knew what to do. So, with little hesitation and excitement filling your body, you brought your hands to his belt loops, unbuckling them and then unbuttoning his pants, giving little kisses and licks on his firm abs and down his v-line, his hips going forward, towards your mouth as you tugged down his jeans along with his boxer briefs.

"Look at you, pretty little thing getting excited over my cock. You're such a fucking whore, aren't you, baby?" Charlie's words did nothing but arouse you even more, making you feel even more turned on to the point your own wetness was seeping through your panties.

Bringing his pants and boxers down to the middle of his thighs, you took a few seconds to admire him in all his glory, starting with his face –covered by the mask– and going down his naked torso, ending with his fully erected dick, standing long, hard and with a certain girth before grabbing his cock in your hand, kissing his underside and then wrapping your lips around his reddish tip, lightly sucking and swirling your tongue around it while using your hand to stroke him slowly and teasingly to excite him even more. You kept doing this for a while before Charlie got tired of your teasing and put a hand on the back of your upper neck and brought your head forward, taking off your hand so you could bob your head easily.

"Fuck, you're doing so good, it's like you were made to suck dick, weren't you? Maybe that's why you always look so pretty with my cock in your mouth, right? What would everyone say if they saw you right now on your knees in front of the so known ghostface, sucking him off like the dirty fucking slut you are, hmm? You'd love that, wouldn't you, baby?"

Your boyfriend's choice of words only made you move your head even faster, trying to make him reach his orgasm with his hand still at the back of your neck controlling your movements. All you could hear were his groans along with his irregular breathing as he rutted his hips against your mouth, feeling you squeeze your lips around him and running your tongue on the underside as he came and let the milky white substance fill the inside of your cheeks, watching you swallow it all.

As soon as he finished, Charlie grabbed your arm and pulled you to your feet, your knees sore from being on the floor for too long, and, without saying a single word, bended your over the arm of your couch and pulled your pajama pants down, looking at the wetness of your pussy.

"God, you're so fucking wet, is this from sucking me off? Yeah? Do you want me to fuck you? Will you be a good girl and let me fuck you? Answer me or I'll make you fuck my shoe instead of me." He said, running his middle finger up and down your pussy, circling your clit every once in a while.

"Yes, y-yes, please fuck me, please..." You panted.

He didn't answer, simply pushing your head down and lifted your hips a little, making you arch your back, and started to rub the tip of his dick on your clitoris and then at your entrance, sliding in slowly to let you adjust to him before starting to move in a slow pace, soon speeding up the rhythm of his thrusts while paying attention to your light moans.

"Fucking hell, you're such a fucking whore, fucking a murderer in your living room when no one knows who and where he is, but you love it, don't you, darling?" The way Charlie was talking only added more fire to your veins and skin, making you try and push your hips back a little to meet his thrusts, when you felt his hands gripping your thighs and sliding up and around your hips, adding more force into his thrusts, only to bring a hand to the front of your body, towards your pussy, stroking your clit to bring you to the edge.

The house was so quiet that the sounds of skin slapping, erratic breathing, grunts and moans seemed loud on your ears but it only made the two of you more excited.

"Are you gonna cum? You want me to fill you up and stuff your pretty little pussy with my cum? Is that what you want? Cum for me then, c'mon, love, you can do it, cum." Charlie panted, his voice slightly baffled by the mask that he was still wearing.

"C-Cumming, cumming –fuck– I'm cumming..." You stuttered as you felt your legs starting to shake, feeling an orgasm coming to hit you body as you shivered, it being as strong and intense as an earthquake, feeling the spurts of cum painting the walls of your pussy, as Charlie came inside you.

After taking a few minutes to gather your breaths, Charlie pulled out of you and used his shirt to clean you up and pull up your pants after taking off his mask and buttoning his jeans. The two of you were staring at each other's eyes in silence before he decided to speak.

"I'm sorry. I really am." Those were his only words before looking at the floor, not being able to look you in the eye.

"It's okay, I love you and I still trust you with my life, and even when I shouldn't I won't report you."

"Thank you, I love you so much." Nothing else was said afterwards as you locked yourselves in a passionate kiss.

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A/N: Jesus fucking christ this took me DAYS but tbh I'm just happy that it's already done😁 well I just hope that you guys enjoy the reading🤭

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?”

Rory Culkin in Scream 4 (2011)

The Rory brain rot won. I’m no longer Gyrowife now

I’m Rory Culkins husband

Scream men as your boyfriend (headcanon)

⁎ warnings: fluff, jealousy, a little suggestiveness, nothing too triggering (i hope). female!reader.

⁎ summary: how (modern!au) Billy, Stu, Mickey, Charlie and Ethan would be as your boyfriend.

⁎ author note: i finally finished the Tension series, and i hope you guys enjoyed it. thank you for all the notes and followers :). this is one of the few scream headcanons ill post and ill move to another series/movie !

Billy Loomis:

Billy would be the type to be protective of you, but not in a controlling way. He'd make sure you text him whenever you get home, whenever you went to school, pretty much always. He'd probably scold you in cute way if you texted back a little later than usual. He just wants to make sure you're okay.

One night, you were up studying and fell asleep on your desk. When you wake up, you check your phone and see 2 missed calls and a text: ''You get home safe babe ? You're worrying me.''

Even though he's a great boyfriend, Billy might get a little too jealous sometimes. Like if you're hanging out with someone too much or someone flirts with you, he'd get all quiet and sulky. But he wouldn't make a big deal out of it, he would just do things like squeeze your waist softly or rub your shoulder to let you know he's feeling that way.

You're laughing at something a guy from your class texted you. His jaw tenses for a second before he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you closer. ''He's funny, huh ? I bet I could make you laugh harder though.'' he murmurs, his lips brushing against your ear. You can feel the jealousy in his grip, but it only makes you smile.

Billy's isn't the kind of guy to use PDA in public, but in private, he'd be really sweet. He'd love cuddling on the couch or giving you affectionate kisses on the neck. He might not say "I love you" all the time, but you'd definitely notice in all the affection he'd give you.

You're watching a movie together, and out of nowhere, Billy leans over and plants a soft kiss on your lips. ''What was that for ?'' you ask, and he just smiles. ''I couldn't resist.''

Stu Macher:

Stu would be the kind of boyfriend who’s constantly cracking jokes, pulling pranks, and making you laugh (duh). There would never be a dull moment with him, and he'd always find a way to lighten the mood, even in serious situations. He's just your goofball.

You were feeling a bit down after a tough day, and as you sit on the couch, Stu sneaks up behind you. He starts tickling you gently, laughing as you squirm. ''You can't be sad when I'm around !'' He leans in closer, a playful grin on his face. Eventually, you start laughing, and the weight of the bad day lifts just a little.

Stu would probably be a traditional romantic. He'd surprise you with surprise dates, flowers and gifts. He'd take you on random adventures, like midnight drives to the beach or makeouts in the car, just to keep things exciting.

One evening, You were along the beach as the sun begins to set. The waves lap at your feet before he playfully splashes you with water. ''Watch it !'' you laugh, trying to dodge him. He grins, swinging his arm around your shoulders. ''I love moments like this.'' he says, looking out at the horizon.

While he might not seem like the type, Stu would be protective if anyone tried to hurt or mess with you. He wouldn't hesitate to stand up for you, even if it isn't even that big of a deal for you.

You're hanging around at a party when someone makes a mean comment about you. Before you can react, Stu is by your side, a serious look on his face. ''Hey, back off. That's my girl you're talking about.'' he says, his tone firm. He turns to you, softening. ''You alright gorgeous ?''

Mickey Altieri:

Mickey would be the kind of boyfriend who knows how to be a fun boyfriend (if you get what i mean lol). He'd love planning stuff, whether it's a surprise date night or a road trip. His playful personality would keep things exciting in the relationship.

While tidying up the living room, you stumble upon a pair of tickets in a drawer. Curious, you pick them up and realize they're for a weekend getaway to a beach house. When Mickey walks in, he sees your surprised expression and leans against the doorframe with a smirk. ''Oh, those ? Just thought it'd be nice to get away for a bit. You know, some privacy, just the two of us.'' he adds, winking playfully.

Mickey would be your biggest cheerleader. He'd always encourage you to chase your dreams and support you through any challenges. When things get tough, he'd be there with comforting words and a listening ear, reminding you that you're never alone.

After getting your test results, you feel defeated since you studied so hard. Mickey sits beside you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. ''Hey, don’t be too hard on yourself. You did amazing, and I’m proud of you,'' he says softly. ''Want to talk about it ?''

While Mickey would be sweet to you, he'd also have a mischievous side. He'd love teasing you playfully, but it would always come from a place of affection. He'd keep things light-hearted, but he could be amorous when he wants to (sorry 💀).

You're on the couch, attention on the cat curled up in your lap, oblivious to Mickey watching you with a playful pout. After a moment, he leans in, ''I'm still here, you know.'' he jokes, but there’s a hint of longing in his voice. You turn your head, noticing his playful expression. ''What’s the matter ? Jealous ?'' you said. He smirks, his eyes glinting mischievously. ''Maybe. We should make some time for each other... after all, I’m way more fun.''

Charlie Walker:

Charlie would be the type to remember the little things that matter to you. He'd surprise you with thoughtful gestures, like bringing your favorite snacks or buying you books from your favorite author. His romantic side would show in the way he expresses his feelings, making you feel special.

One evening, Charlie walks in with a small gift bag and a big smile. ''I got you something,'' he says, his smile contagious. You peek inside to find a DVD of a new movie from your favorite genre that just came out. ''I remembered how much you talked about wanting to watch it, so I thought we could have a movie night.'' he adds, looking pleased with himself. You feel a warm flutter in your chest, grateful for his thoughtfulness.

Charlie would love deep conversations, whether it's about films, philosophy, or conspiracy theories. He'd enjoy sharing his thoughts and listening to yours, building a connection between the two of you. His curiosity would inspire you to think critically, making discussions with him both enlightening and fun.

One afternoon, you and Charlie are curled up on the couch, drowning in eachothers arms. As you chat about a documentary you recently watched, he leans in, his eyes bright with enthusiasm. ''What did you think about their perspective on human nature ?'' he asks, genuinely interested. You dive into your thoughts, and he listens intently, nodding and adding his own insights. The conversation flows easily, and by the end, you both feel more connected than ever.

Charlie would be very in tune with your emotions and needs. He'd notice when you're feeling off and make effort to check in with you, offering comfort and support. Whether it's through small acts of kindness, or just being there to listen, he would always make you feel valued and cared for.

Ethan Landry:

Ethan would have an adorably awkward side that makes him endearing. He might stumble over his words or get flustered during cute moments, but it only adds to his charm. His genuine nature shines through when he tries to express his feelings, making every sweet gesture feel even more special.

You're watching a movie together when Ethan tries to wrap his arm around you but accidentally knocks over the popcorn. He blushes, stammering, ''I swear I'm not usually this clumsy !'' You both burst into laughter, and he sheepishly smiles, ''At least now I have a reason to cuddle you closer.'' His charming awkwardness makes your heart flutter.

Ethan would express his love through acts of service, always looking for little ways to make your life easier. Whether it's surprising you by doing your laundry when you're stressed, helping you with homework, or cooking dinner on a busy night, he'd take pride in taking care of you. His selflessness would show how much he genuinely cares.

After a stressful day, you come home to find Ethan waiting for you with a stack of freshly made study notes and a cup of your favorite tea. He looks up with a bright smile. ''I thought you could use a little help, so I organized everything for you.'' he says, handing you the tea. His thoughtfulness makes you feel appreciated, and you can’t help but smile as you settle in to study together.

Ethan would def be a fan of PDA, always wanting to hold your hand or wrap an arm around you when you're out together. Whether it's at college or out with friends, he'd love to show the people how much he cares about you. He might lean in to give you a quick kiss on the cheek or pull you in for a warm hug, his face lighting up with a smile each time. His affectionate nature would make you feel cherished and appreciated, no matter where you are.

As you sit together on the train, Ethan glances around to see if anyone's watching before subtly reaching for your hand, his fingers intertwining with yours. He leans back against the seat, a satisfied smile on his face as he casually strokes your hand with his thumb. Every time you catch his eye, he flashes you a shy grin, enjoying the little secret between the two of you. The warmth of his hand in yours makes you feel giddy.

Scream men as your boyfriend (headcanon)

⁎ warnings: fluff, jealousy, a little suggestiveness, nothing too triggering (i hope). female!reader.

⁎ summary: how (modern!au) Billy, Stu, Mickey, Charlie and Ethan would be as your boyfriend.

⁎ author note: i finally finished the Tension series, and i hope you guys enjoyed it. thank you for all the notes and followers :). this is one of the few scream headcanons ill post and ill move to another series/movie !

Billy Loomis:

Billy would be the type to be protective of you, but not in a controlling way. He'd make sure you text him whenever you get home, whenever you went to school, pretty much always. He'd probably scold you in cute way if you texted back a little later than usual. He just wants to make sure you're okay.

One night, you were up studying and fell asleep on your desk. When you wake up, you check your phone and see 2 missed calls and a text: ''You get home safe babe ? You're worrying me.''

Even though he's a great boyfriend, Billy might get a little too jealous sometimes. Like if you're hanging out with someone too much or someone flirts with you, he'd get all quiet and sulky. But he wouldn't make a big deal out of it, he would just do things like squeeze your waist softly or rub your shoulder to let you know he's feeling that way.

You're laughing at something a guy from your class texted you. His jaw tenses for a second before he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you closer. ''He's funny, huh ? I bet I could make you laugh harder though.'' he murmurs, his lips brushing against your ear. You can feel the jealousy in his grip, but it only makes you smile.

Billy's isn't the kind of guy to use PDA in public, but in private, he'd be really sweet. He'd love cuddling on the couch or giving you affectionate kisses on the neck. He might not say "I love you" all the time, but you'd definitely notice in all the affection he'd give you.

You're watching a movie together, and out of nowhere, Billy leans over and plants a soft kiss on your lips. ''What was that for ?'' you ask, and he just smiles. ''I couldn't resist.''

Stu Macher:

Stu would be the kind of boyfriend who’s constantly cracking jokes, pulling pranks, and making you laugh (duh). There would never be a dull moment with him, and he'd always find a way to lighten the mood, even in serious situations. He's just your goofball.

You were feeling a bit down after a tough day, and as you sit on the couch, Stu sneaks up behind you. He starts tickling you gently, laughing as you squirm. ''You can't be sad when I'm around !'' He leans in closer, a playful grin on his face. Eventually, you start laughing, and the weight of the bad day lifts just a little.

Stu would probably be a traditional romantic. He'd surprise you with surprise dates, flowers and gifts. He'd take you on random adventures, like midnight drives to the beach or makeouts in the car, just to keep things exciting.

One evening, You were along the beach as the sun begins to set. The waves lap at your feet before he playfully splashes you with water. ''Watch it !'' you laugh, trying to dodge him. He grins, swinging his arm around your shoulders. ''I love moments like this.'' he says, looking out at the horizon.

While he might not seem like the type, Stu would be protective if anyone tried to hurt or mess with you. He wouldn't hesitate to stand up for you, even if it isn't even that big of a deal for you.

You're hanging around at a party when someone makes a mean comment about you. Before you can react, Stu is by your side, a serious look on his face. ''Hey, back off. That's my girl you're talking about.'' he says, his tone firm. He turns to you, softening. ''You alright gorgeous ?''

Mickey Altieri:

Mickey would be the kind of boyfriend who knows how to be a fun boyfriend (if you get what i mean lol). He'd love planning stuff, whether it's a surprise date night or a road trip. His playful personality would keep things exciting in the relationship.

While tidying up the living room, you stumble upon a pair of tickets in a drawer. Curious, you pick them up and realize they're for a weekend getaway to a beach house. When Mickey walks in, he sees your surprised expression and leans against the doorframe with a smirk. ''Oh, those ? Just thought it'd be nice to get away for a bit. You know, some privacy, just the two of us.'' he adds, winking playfully.

Mickey would be your biggest cheerleader. He'd always encourage you to chase your dreams and support you through any challenges. When things get tough, he'd be there with comforting words and a listening ear, reminding you that you're never alone.

After getting your test results, you feel defeated since you studied so hard. Mickey sits beside you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. ''Hey, don’t be too hard on yourself. You did amazing, and I’m proud of you,'' he says softly. ''Want to talk about it ?''

While Mickey would be sweet to you, he'd also have a mischievous side. He'd love teasing you playfully, but it would always come from a place of affection. He'd keep things light-hearted, but he could be amorous when he wants to (sorry 💀).

You're on the couch, attention on the cat curled up in your lap, oblivious to Mickey watching you with a playful pout. After a moment, he leans in, ''I'm still here, you know.'' he jokes, but there’s a hint of longing in his voice. You turn your head, noticing his playful expression. ''What’s the matter ? Jealous ?'' you said. He smirks, his eyes glinting mischievously. ''Maybe. We should make some time for each other... after all, I’m way more fun.''

Charlie Walker:

Charlie would be the type to remember the little things that matter to you. He'd surprise you with thoughtful gestures, like bringing your favorite snacks or buying you books from your favorite author. His romantic side would show in the way he expresses his feelings, making you feel special.

One evening, Charlie walks in with a small gift bag and a big smile. ''I got you something,'' he says, his smile contagious. You peek inside to find a DVD of a new movie from your favorite genre that just came out. ''I remembered how much you talked about wanting to watch it, so I thought we could have a movie night.'' he adds, looking pleased with himself. You feel a warm flutter in your chest, grateful for his thoughtfulness.

Charlie would love deep conversations, whether it's about films, philosophy, or conspiracy theories. He'd enjoy sharing his thoughts and listening to yours, building a connection between the two of you. His curiosity would inspire you to think critically, making discussions with him both enlightening and fun.

One afternoon, you and Charlie are curled up on the couch, drowning in eachothers arms. As you chat about a documentary you recently watched, he leans in, his eyes bright with enthusiasm. ''What did you think about their perspective on human nature ?'' he asks, genuinely interested. You dive into your thoughts, and he listens intently, nodding and adding his own insights. The conversation flows easily, and by the end, you both feel more connected than ever.

Charlie would be very in tune with your emotions and needs. He'd notice when you're feeling off and make effort to check in with you, offering comfort and support. Whether it's through small acts of kindness, or just being there to listen, he would always make you feel valued and cared for.

Ethan Landry:

Ethan would have an adorably awkward side that makes him endearing. He might stumble over his words or get flustered during cute moments, but it only adds to his charm. His genuine nature shines through when he tries to express his feelings, making every sweet gesture feel even more special.

You're watching a movie together when Ethan tries to wrap his arm around you but accidentally knocks over the popcorn. He blushes, stammering, ''I swear I'm not usually this clumsy !'' You both burst into laughter, and he sheepishly smiles, ''At least now I have a reason to cuddle you closer.'' His charming awkwardness makes your heart flutter.

Ethan would express his love through acts of service, always looking for little ways to make your life easier. Whether it's surprising you by doing your laundry when you're stressed, helping you with homework, or cooking dinner on a busy night, he'd take pride in taking care of you. His selflessness would show how much he genuinely cares.

After a stressful day, you come home to find Ethan waiting for you with a stack of freshly made study notes and a cup of your favorite tea. He looks up with a bright smile. ''I thought you could use a little help, so I organized everything for you.'' he says, handing you the tea. His thoughtfulness makes you feel appreciated, and you can’t help but smile as you settle in to study together.

Ethan would def be a fan of PDA, always wanting to hold your hand or wrap an arm around you when you're out together. Whether it's at college or out with friends, he'd love to show the people how much he cares about you. He might lean in to give you a quick kiss on the cheek or pull you in for a warm hug, his face lighting up with a smile each time. His affectionate nature would make you feel cherished and appreciated, no matter where you are.

As you sit together on the train, Ethan glances around to see if anyone's watching before subtly reaching for your hand, his fingers intertwining with yours. He leans back against the seat, a satisfied smile on his face as he casually strokes your hand with his thumb. Every time you catch his eye, he flashes you a shy grin, enjoying the little secret between the two of you. The warmth of his hand in yours makes you feel giddy.

Need him biblically

don't ever put me in a room with this man. he's coming out PREGNANT

Stfu I'm reading fanfics about little subby bitch boys