* ✧･ﾟ kotiaz * ✧･ﾟ

20 slut

[reddsl1mer-deactivated20251103]

auaugghgg i love this damn shirt on him i NEED to tear it off

[kotiaz]

He looks so breedable

[kotiaz]

From Instagram user: fugifeline (I censored their faces even tho it's a public post cause I don't wanna upset anyone <3 )

HES SO.... ive never seen him next to average height people..... YALL TELLING ME THIS MY MAN????? FROM THE BACK???????

THE WIDE BACK?!

I'm having the nastiest sex with this man.

Like.

I want him to pull my hair and fuck me from behind after spitting in my mouth.

[kotiaz]

TUMMY

[kotiaz]

possessive Charlie from today's stream.

[parasocicle]

okay and if I killed myself.

[teslasucks37]

I literally don’t know what to do about this intro. Like how am I supposed to go on???

[rentaldarling]

we need more slmccl cnc i swear 😞

[teslasucks37]

Omg this is so true

[kotiaz]

what if I said... I've been brewing smth.....

[freakyfrogmoisturethief]

POV: You and Charlie got stuck waiting out a storm in his car, and he just couldn’t help himself. (yeah this is mostly just a moaning/whimpering compilation)

[teslasucks37]

Holy airball I’ve never been more turned on in my entire life

[mikaeljn]

i need him to fuck me crazy style

[teslasucks37]

This is real

[kotiaz]

I actually need him carnally

[kotiaz]

loud warning

OH MY GOD THE BOOBS THE BOOBS THE BOOBS THE BOOBS

THE SHOULDERS.

#residentshoulderfucker

[kotiaz]

GUYS PLEASE

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD ITS HAPPENINF ITS HAPPENING IM CUMMING

[schlattschlut]

Do I have to do everything for you? Schlatt x charlie x reader smut

-

Schlatt catches you staring at Charlie gives you an opening, when you’re too scared to take it, Schlatt does it for you.

aka Schlatt showing Charlie how to treat you right

Cw: smut, threesome f/m/m, degradation, Schlatt is over your bullshit tbh

Wc: 2,882

-

Schlatt and I were monogamous, or so I thought. I never looked at another man once we got together; But then he introduced me to Charlie and as much as I loved my boyfriend, it was hard not to look at Charlie.

I didn’t think it was possible to find another person who could treat me as well as Schlatt does until I met Charlie and he started holding doors for me, making my favorite drink when I don’t feel well, letting me complain to him about my issues that were definitely superficial but he always made me feel valid in my drama. Not to mention that he was just gorgeous, even before he took off his glasses and changed his hair, I would catch myself eyeing him up in discord calls.

This being the first time I’d been near Charlie in person, I didn’t realize how obvious my staring was until Schlatt called it out.

“Enough.” Schlatt’s voice pulls me from my daydreams. He slams his notebook down in front of him, the two of us had been sitting at the kitchen table, working on our own things in silence; Schlatt stands from his spot, rounding the table to stand next to me.

“What?” I ask sheepishly, my cheeks heating up as he towers over me.

“You know what.” Schlatt bites back, shoving his hands in his pockets and leaning down to speak lowly into my ear, “You’ve been staring at Charlie for 20 minutes.”

My eyes widen at his words, shocked he had caught me and equally shocked he didn’t seem that mad.

“I wasn’t- I don’t think-“ I stumble over my words, trying to find the right excuse to get me out of this.

Schlatt remains silent for a moment, his head now next to mine, looking in the direction I was facing. In my line of view was Charlie, standing at the sink washing dishes after we had all eaten, oblivious to anything around him as he focused intently. I couldn’t help it, seeing Charlie wearing an apron he insisted on putting on, caught up in his own world. Schlatt had caught me red handed, watching the man in front of me do a simple task, while half paying attention to the book in front of me.

Schlatt huffs, standing up straight and crossing his arms. “You can fuck him.” He says confidently, causing me to whip my head around to look at him.

“Excuse me?” I ask, standing from my chair to face him.

“You heard me.” He grumbles, “You can fuck him, but you have to be the one to tell him.” Schlatt smirks proudly, knowing just how difficult initiating those conversations was for me.

I scoff, crossing my arms and glaring at him. “That is a wild way to make an accusation.”

Schlatt laughs, genuinely finding it funny I thought he thought I was cheating, “It’s not an accusation, toots… honestly it’s more of an order.” He shrugs.

I feel my brain shut down as he continues to speak, it was rare for him to speak in such a serious tone for so long without breaking character; I was starting to believe him.

“I can fuck him, because you’ll let me?” I clarify, raising an eyebrow in disbelief.

Schlatt shakes his head, his laugh becoming even dryer as time went on. “No, sweetheart. I know you want to fuck him, so I’m letting you.”

Though he explains it, I still don’t understand. He wanted me to fuck Charlie? Was this some sick way of breaking up with me?

The worry in my eyes must’ve been visible to Schlatt as he spoke up again, “Listen, if you can manage to tell Charlie your feelings… You can sleep with him, no strings attached or whatever.”

I breathe deeply, making sure to think over my next words before saying them, in case I say the wrong thing and this all goes south. “Why does my boyfriend want me to fuck one of his best friends so bad?” I tilt my head to look at him.

Schlatt huffs again, clearly annoyed I wasn’t just accepting what he was saying. “You and Charlie have been ogling each other for how long? And I don’t feel threatened by him so…” He shrugs, “Fuck him, if you want.”

-

I dropped the conversation there, knowing we’d be going in circles for hours if it continued.

But the thought never left my mind as a few days pass, I spend the pondering Schlatts offer, wondering how I could possibly ever bring that up to Charlie. I watched Charlie every day as he moved around the rented air bnb, slapping Schlatt on the arm every time he catches me and makes kissy noises.

After at least 36 hours of deep thought, I came to the conclusion that I should at least talk to Charlie, it couldn’t possibly hurt to casually mention it, right?

So one night, after everyone else had gone to bed or home while Schlatt and I snuggled into a corner of the couch and Charlie puttered around in the kitchen, loading the dishwasher and putting things away.

I lean away from Schlatt, looking between him and the open door to the kitchen. I bite my cheek anxiously before I stand from his lap, kissing him quickly and slipping off towards the kitchen where Charlie was standing over the sink, humming to a song in his head as he scrubbed a plate.

“Hey.” I said softly, making Charlie jump and almost drop the plate in his hand. He sets the plate down safely and turns to look at me, his chest rising heavily as he worked to catch his breath.

“Jesus, you always do that.” Charlie states, splashing me with some of the soapy water.

I gasp, dodging as much of the water as I can. “I can’t help that you’re jumpy!” I laugh, finally looking up at him. My cheeks blush as I realize he’s wearing my favorite sweater of his, the black and white one that fit him so well.

He rolls his eyes, leaning against the counter and crossing his arms. “Did you need something?” He asks.

I nod, gulping nervously as he unknowingly put his biceps on display, reminding me how strong he was.

“Yeah, I…” I start to speak, fully ready to admit my feelings to him, having a speech planned and everything. Yet now it seemed like I couldn’t talk at all, no words coming out as I panicked.

Charlie looks at me with concern but before he can ask if i’m okay, I turn around and exit the kitchen, ignoring Schlatt who stands from the couch to try and comfort me as I make my way to our shared room and flop down on the bed, my face burning up with embarrassment.

I had figured someone would follow me, likely Schlatt, to either confront or comfort me. I secretly prayed no one did and they allowed me to sulk in peace.

Thankfully, my wishes are granted as no one even knocks on the door, though I can hear them all bustling around the house as I lay in bed. I keep my face flat against the mattress, replaying the conversation in my head a thousand times. Realizing all the cool things I could’ve said, instead of choking and running away.

At least an hour, maybe two, passes before I hear from anyone. I sit by myself, debating if I should be brave and leave the room or stay inside with my own thoughts.

Though it seems Schlatt decides for me, as I nervously fiddle with the edge of the blanket, I hear a knock at the door and the sound of the knob turning slowly. Schlatt sticks his head in, seeing me sat on the bed, he opens the door fully and invites himself in.

He stands at the foot of the bed, his hands behind his back as he rocked back and forth lightly, “Hi.” He states.

“Hi.” I reply, “What can I do for you?” I ask, tilting my head in question.

Schlatt clears his throat, running his hand through his hair as he stares at the wall behind me. “So,” He starts, which is usually a bad sign, meaning he had formed an idea.

“Oh god.” I mutter. Schlatt sticks his hands out in defense.

“Hear me out, would you? Just give me a chance.” He pauses, waiting to see if I’ll interrupt him again before continuing. “Okay, so… I know that whole conversation with Charlie kind of crashed and burned.”

I wince as he brings it up, the memory still too fresh in my mind.

“However!” He continues, “I might have talked to him about it…” He almost mumbles the last part.

My jaw drops, “Schlatt!” I scold, my cheeks heating up with a new found embarrassment.

“I’m sorry, okay, but you’re really bad at talking to people.” He replies. I cross my arms and huff, knowing he’s right. I allow him to continue, “He’s down if you are.”

He said it so quickly I almost missed it, but I didn’t and my heart fell to my stomach as I processed his words.

“He is?” I ask in slight disbelief, not entirely trusting Schlatt to not be pulling my leg.

He only nods, stepping away from the bed and back towards the door, opening it and ushering someone in; revealing Charlie who had clearly been waiting close by.

My blush gets stronger as everything starts to unfold, realizing that Charlie was in fact interested in this and my boyfriend had been the one to tell him. I wasn’t sure if I should be angry or grateful because I would’ve never talked to him on my own.

I shift to sit on my knees, watching them both closely. Schlatt had his eyes focused on Charlie, who was staring at me.

“Well?” Schlatt asks expectantly, waiting for Charlie to make a move.

Charlie head snaps from me to Schlatt, he blinks repeatedly as he processes what to say and do. “I- Uh-“ Charlie stumbles over his own words, his heart beating against his chest and his pants starting to strain were making it hard to focus.

Schlatts expression drops from expectant to annoyed. He and Charlie had discussed this prior and Charlie swore not to chicken out, that if I was in so was he. But now he stood next to the bed, nervously shifting his weight back and forth. Schlatt waits another moment before groaning. “Do I have to do everything for you two?” He questions, grabbing my ankle and yanking me down the bed towards him.

I squeak as he does, now laying on my back with Schlatt between my legs. He holds both my knees in his hands, pressing them into his sides. He looks up at Charlie again, pointing to the ground next to him. “Stand here.” He commands and Charlie immediately follows the order, standing where Schlatt told him.

My heart races, I swear it’s going to burst out of my chest. They’re both looking down at me, making me feel incredibly small. I shift uncomfortably as they stare me down, Schlatt chuckling.

“Well, since you seem to be struggling, I’ll fuck her first.” Schlatt says to Charlie, unfazed by the way Charlie’s eyes widened and he swallowed nervously. Schlatt then looks at me, slapping my thigh roughly to get my attention on him. “That alright with you, sweetheart?” He asks.

I nod frantically, growing more impatient by the second. Schlatt knew I would be okay with it, but he just had to play it up for Charlie just a bit.

Schlatt grows even more impatient as Charlie and I stay quiet. He slips his fingers under the waistband of my shorts, pulling them down and off my legs. His pants go next, pooling around his ankles as he pulled me even closer to him.

I catch Schlatt looking at Charlie, tracking his movements and ensuring he had his full attention on us. My eyes are locked on Schlatt as my hands grip the sides of his shirt nervously.

He leans forward, shushing me softly and pushing his hips into mine, stretching me out slowly as I whine softly. Once he’s fully seated, he leans back and smiles at Charlie, grabbing the back of his neck and bringing him closer, “See.” Schlatt says, “This is what you’re supposed to do.”

Charlie laughs awkwardly, his palm pressing against the front of his jeans as Schlatt holds him close to us.

I whine at Schlatt, tugging on his shirt. “Don’t be mean.” I mumble, trying to defend Charlie. Schlatt just scoffs, pulling almost all the way out before slamming his hips into mine again, effectively shutting off my brain for a moment.

He turns to Charlie again, “You watching?” He asked lowly. Charlie keeps his eyes trained on us nervously, unsure exactly where to look.

Schlatt grunts and his hips start to move quicker, his length stretching me further each time, his head falling back as he tried to remind Charlie to keep his eyes on us. I reach forward, grabbing the front of Charlie’s shirt and pulling him closer until he was kneeling on the bed next to me.

Schlatts hands are roaming the expanse of my legs, his fingers brushing lightly over the skin; a stark contrast to the way his hips slam against mine. He’s groaning softly, losing control more and more with each thrust.

“Your turn.” He grunts to Charlie, gesturing for him to take his pants off. Charlie stutters for a moment, losing his confidence as both of us watched him. Schlatt glares at him, looping his fingers into Charlie’s belt loop and tugging him even closer. His hands leave my body momentarily as he unzips Charlie’s jeans for him; pushing them down his thighs. “Fuck my girlfriend, bro.” Schlatt says, almost casually as he slips out of me, stepping aside for Charlie to take his place. He grabs Charlie’s shoulder, tugging him to stand in the position he was just in.

Charlie stares down at me nervously; I smile softly at him, leaning on my elbows and running my hands down his chest. “C’mon, Charlie…” I murmur teasingly. “I want you to fuck me.”

I see Charlie’s eyes darken at the words, as if he’s suddenly come to terms with the situation and is finally ready to play. “I’ll fuck you, princess.” Charlie mutters, grabbing himself by the base, nudging his tip against my clit a few times before pushing in slowly. I can’t help but mewl at the feeling of him. He didn’t have the length that Schlatt did, but he matched him in girth and my body couldn’t seem to get enough.

My head lolls to the side as Charlie takes a second to catch his breath, I watch Schlatt as he takes his own length in his hand, pumping it slowly; running his thumb over the tip and using the precum as lubricant. Schlatts free hand runs along my calf, down to my thigh as his eyes focus on where Charlie and I connect. “Move.” Schlatt commands Charlie.

Charlie’s head turns to look at Schlatt, his daze clearing again as his starts to move his hips, whimpers and moans fall past his lips quietly. “So tight…” Charlie whines, “God you feel good…” He groans out.

Schlatt chuckles, sliding his hand over my thigh to press his thumb against my clit. I gasp, squeezing around Charlie; causing his hips to stutter as he falls forward slightly.

I know Schlatt is enjoying this just as much as Charlie, if not more. His thumb moved over my clit quickly, clearly trying to bring me closer to the edge as Charlie’s moans only got more frequent.

“Shit, Charlie.” Schlatt laughs, his hand pumping over his cock faster, “You might actually make her come.”

I nod frantically in agreement, my eyes closing as my climax approached quickly, “Please Charlie,” I whine, opening my eyes just enough to see him panting over me. “Wanna come for you…” I beg.

His hips speed up, his hands pressing my hips into the mattress to keep me from moving as he seems to chase his own pleasure at the same time.

“Come, you slut.” Schlatt orders, taking his hand off himself long enough to slap my inner thigh. The feeling of both men against me starts to make my brain feel fuzzy, my release slowly building until I couldn’t stop myself from coming; my vision turning white and my breathing heavy as it washes over me.

I squeeze around Charlie again, hearing him gasp and his hips stuttering as his own release spills into me, slowly leaking down onto the sheets below. The sight alone is enough for Schlatt, he grunts and I feel his come dripping down the side of my leg as he whispers praises towards us both.

Schlatts free hand steadies him against the mattress before he gives in and falls down next to me, still catching his breath. Charlie follows suit, pulling out of me with a whine before climbing into bed next to me, wrapping his arm around my waist.

“Was that so fucking hard?” Schlatt grunts out, “I’m not doing it for you next time.”

[teslasucks37]

CW: NSFW below the cut (MDNI), ScarletSpider!Reader, afab!Reader (No pronouns), Powerless!Charlie, KindaPathetic!Charlie, SlightStalker!Reader, PowerImbalance!Dubcon, No verbal consent but no also no verbal rejection, Virgin!Charlie, College Age Characters, Mentions of Verbal Harassment/Bullying, Sub!Charlie, Dom!Reader, GoodBoy!Charlie

A/N: Holy shit wrote this in like an hour and was jerkin it the whole time!!!

Charlie Slimecicle x SpiderPerson!Reader

A Hero’s Reward

You were supposed to be a hero, a good person.

Saving people was part of your entire gig as Scarlet Spider.

And you certainly never asked for anything in return, no matter how many times people insisted.

So why now?

Why, when all you did was scare off a couple of bullies, were you finally cashing in?

Well, because it was Charlie.

He’d been cornered by some people from your college, calling him a nerd, a loser, whatever.

You both thought that name calling was only for high school bullies, but apparently you’d been wrong.

But hopefully, since the Scarlet Spider had stepped in, they wouldn’t bother him anymore.

He’d thanked you, and shyly asked if you could escort you home since it was so dark out.

You, of course, accepted.

What kind of a hero or best friend would you be if you made him walk alone.

If fact, you picked him up and swung him all the way back to his dorm, crawling in through the window and landing safely on his floor.

He seriously could not thank you enough.

He looked so cute, flustered and red from the adrenaline of being so high up.

But then he said the words.

“Is there anything I can do to repay you?”

Those words coming from his lips were what sealed his fate.

You grinned wickedly, Charlie thankfully unable to see it behind your mask. “There might be… Something you could do for me…”

He wanted to thank you, so why should you stop him?

You’d been protecting him all his life, so it was only fair that you got a little something back.

And the adorable hard-on he was sporting from being so close to you during the journey here only encouraged you.

So you unzipped your suit down the middle, all the way to between your legs, gazing at Charlie the whole time.

His face was flushed, body frozen in place as he watched you stalk toward him like a predator.

And when you slowly pushed him down onto his desk chair, he didn’t object.

He did exactly as you asked, so obedient for you.

His eyes were glossy, lids heavy as he watched you tug at his jeans, a tiny wet spot leaking through his boxers.

Maybe you shouldn’t have been doing this, considering the power balance of you being a hero and everything.

And also that you knew who he was, but to him you were someone in a mask.

But the whimpering sound he let out when you sank down on his cock made every worry vanish.

“Oh~ Fuck!” Charlie whined as you bounced on him.

You knew he was a virgin, but you didn’t think he’d be so responsive, so cute.

His head was thrown back, his hands gripped your waist in an attempt to ground himself.

You couldn’t help but moan, feeling him hitting so deep inside you.

He was much bigger than you thought he’d be, not that his size could turn you away from him, but fuck it felt so good.

You needed this, you needed this so bad.

Being a hero was stressful, on top of keeping up with school, family, friends, especially your nosy little Charlie who was constantly asking you to hang out.

You sometimes watched him a little more than the average citizen.

How could you not?

He was your friend after all.

That’s just what friends did for each other.

And maybe you had passed by his window to check on him and once or twice accidentally caught him touching himself to photos of the two of you.

And maybe you had laid back against the wall outside his window, putting your hands between your thighs and listening to him moan for you.

“Fuck, Char~” You mumbled absentmindedly at the memories, your hands slipping up his neck to tangle in his hair.

But he tensed at the nickname, your nickname, and you slowed your movements to a halt.

Shit.

“How do you…” Charlie murmured, his babbling ceasing from your slowed pace.

“God… Fuck it…” You cursed, before peeling off your mask and tossing it on the floor.

Cute and small bruises littered your flushed face, your hair messy and your eyes wild from the rush of everything.

But he could recognize you anywhere.

Charlie’s eyes went huge, taking in the sight of you, his best friend, being Scarlet Spider.

“You… You’re- Mmph~” His words were cut off by your lips, his eyes going wide again before closing and leaning into the kiss.

“I don’t… Wanna talk about it now…” You mumbled into his mouth between the clashing of teeth and tongues.

His head spun, knowing you’d basically manipulated him.

But maybe he wanted you to…

Maybe he’d wanted you to take advantage of him the whole time.

He’d liked you for so long, at this point, he didn’t even care how it happened.

He was simply thanking whatever god may of may not have been out there that you’d wanted to fuck him at all.

So when you began bouncing on him again, he moaned into your mouth, bringing a hand up to your back to help you move up and down his shaft.

You were so warm, so tight, probably flexible too…

His head ran wild with fantasies of you webbing his hands up, holding him down with your inhuman strength, helpless as you used him for your pleasure.

And in a way, that’s exactly what you were doing now.

You panted as you pulled away from Charlie’s lips, grinning at his foggy glasses that now sat slightly crooked on his face.

But he didn’t seem to notice, eyes rolled back and mouth hanging open as he seemed lost in his own realm of pleasure.

You bounced faster, holding his shoulders and trying your absolute best not to hurt the frail boy in front of you.

But he just felt so good, so so good.

So good, that you felt your legs start to shake, you thought for a moment that it was exhaustion from patrol, but the way your core tightened around him told you that you were going to cum.

You needed it so bad, you needed to cum on him and use him and make him feel good all at the same time.

And you knew Charlie would sit there and take it like a good boy.

Your nails dug into his shoulders, causing him to whimper at the slight pain.

But the way he subtly began to thrust into you, hitting just the right spot to make you cry out, was what made you see stars.

You felt your hips stutter on top of him, slamming down once more before pulling off of him and squirting on him.

The sight and sounds alone made Charlie’s cock twitch, before a strangled moan fell from his lips followed by ropes of cum spurting from his tip.

You let out a moan of exhaustion, before taking a seat again in his lap, now drenched with your mutual fluids.

Charlie’s tight grip on your hip and back didn’t release, in fact, he fell forward into the crook of your neck.

You threaded your hands in his hair, silently promising him that you were here, you weren’t going anywhere.

“Do you wanna… Shower or something?” He mumbled softly into your sweat-drenched suit.

You snickered, before pressing a kiss to his head and nodding.

Yeah, that was exactly what you needed…

[kotiaz]

I wanna feel this man's tongue THROB on my clit

[boylover6002]

Hide and Seek

Someone’s calling you. Someone’s outside your door. Someone’s in your house. All you can do is run.

Gender neutral reader.

Warnings: Smut, CNC/dubcon, chasing, death threats, knife, stalking.

Probably poorly edited (i’m tired lol), sorry!

Tags: @tree-nuts-stuff @teslasucks37 @rentaldarling @slmcclsgirl

Vrrr. Vrrr.

Where the hell was your phone?

VRRR. VRRR. VRRR.

“Okay, I get it!”

You draped your towel over your head, rubbing at your hair. Droplets collected on your neck as you stepped out of the steamy bathroom.

Who’s calling on a Friday night, anyway?

You’d left your phone on the kitchen counter, next to the microwave popcorn bag, so you’d remember to make it.

Once you had tossed it in the microwave, you checked your missed callls 5 already, all 5 minutes apart, beginning from just before you got in the shower. And all of them from the same unknown number. No voicemails.

You had to stop yourself from throwing your phone when it suddenly erupted into vibrations, just as the kernels began to pop.

“Hello, who is this?” You asked, more than a twinge of anger in your voice.

“Sorry, did I make you mad?” The voice on the other end sounded amused, low and sweet, causing you to lose the little nerve you had.

“I- sorry, um. I just saw the missed calls, and—“

“Yeahhh, I really had to talk to you.”

“Right. May I ask who this is?”

“You may not.”

“Oh.” You sucked your teeth. “Okay, well, if you have nothing more to say, then nice talking to you.”

“Wait, don’t hang up. Let’s have a little fun.”

With those words, realization hit you. You checked the area code of the number. It matched yours, meaning more than likely, someone was fucking with you.

“Listen, if this is about that video from last year, you can go fuck yourself. I don’t need another asshole trying to make a fool of me.”

“No, no, I swear, that’s not it.”

“Really? You just decided to call me for ‘some fun?’ Thought you’d see if you could get your own little video to share with your friends?”

“I would never—“

“I am so sick of losers like you calling me up. Sick of being the goddamn town tramp. Goodbye.”

“I don’t even know what video you’re talking about!”

You hung up the second the words left his mouth. So much for a peaceful night. As you poured your popcorn into a bowl, you considered blocking the number, but something was holding you back. Maybe he was being honest.

It didn’t matter. You couldn’t afford to further damage your reputation, so whatever kind of “fun” he wanted to have, you’d take no part in it. He could find someone else to grind against his screen to. All you had to do was put it out of your head. 

Unless he called again. Which he did, not twenty minutes later. The first thing he said when you picked up was, “I’m so sorry, baby.”

You should be angry. You should be furious that some guy you didn’t even know was calling you “baby.” But you weren’t. You found yourself sitting on the couch, munching your popcorn, explaining what happened to him. The DVD case sat open on top of the player.

“I thought I could trust him. I loved him. And then he posted it on his fucking Instagram and sent it to all his friends, so they could get off on it, too. The whole town has seen me.”

“He deserves nothing but pain and suffering for what he did to you, gaining your trust just to betray you.”

“Thank you.” You sniffled a bit, wiping the last of your tears on your sleeve. “You called me just to comfort me about this?”

“No, but I don’t mind.”

“No, it’s okay, why did you call?”

“You sure you’re okay?”

“Yes.” You cleared your throat and sat up. “What is it?”

“Well, I thought you’d be interested in psychic powers.”

“You are not.”

“Should I prove it?”

“Um, sure?” You chewed another kernel. “How?”

“Using my special abilities, I can tell that you’re eating popcorn right now.”

“Nice try,” you giggled. “You can hear the crunching.”

“Okay, well, how about this? I can tell what pajamas you’re wearing.”

“Oh yeah? What do you think, lacy black lingerie?”

“Of course not, they’re obviously pink.”

You looked down at your cozy sweatshirt. “Right, of course.”

“Just kidding. Gray sweatshirt and blue silk shorts.”

The breath left your throat. 

“What.”

“They look cute on you.”

Only your eyes moved, darting around the room for any explanation, any except that one.

“Who are you? Answer me this time.”

“So glad you asked. I am… outside your door.” His tone never lost that amused hint, and it was growing stronger now. “Now, will you have fun with me?”

“Wha, what do you want?!”

“Here’s what’s gonna happen, baby.” His breath was slow and heavy. “You’re gonna put down your phone and leave out the back door. Those woods behind your house look fun, why don’t you run in there? Pick a good hiding spot, and I’ll come find you.”

“You want to play fucking hide and seek?”

“No, definitely not. That game’s a little too PG for me. We’re going for R here, doll. Hide and… hm. Fuck or kill? Guess we’ll find out! You ready?”

“I’ll call the cops!”

“That would be a huge mistake. By the time they arrived, you’d already be dead, and I’m not afraid to go back to jail. Besides, I’m already inside, and getting closer as we speak.”

Were the stairs actually creaking, or was it your fear creating noises? Was that really breathing you heard somewhere in the next room?

“Are you ready, baby? Ten, nine—“

The phone hit the floor with a thud, and you darted for the glass door in the kitchen. You ate up time struggling to open it, and didn’t bother closing it behind you. After throwing yourself down the deck stairs, you raced into the woods, the cool night air going straight through your shorts. 

You were grateful to be wearing socks, at least. The ground was littered with sharp rocks, roots, and twigs. You desperately searched for a hiding place, heartbeat pounding in your ears, and dove into an overgrown bush.

You waited, barely breathing, for countless seconds. Maybe he wasn’t there. Maybe it was all some sick joke. Maybe you could go home.

The crackling sound of sticks snapping echoed not too far away. Maybe thirty feet from your bush. You held your breath and tried not to pee your pants.

“Baby, are you close? I can smell your fear, and it smells so good.”

From your obscured view you could just make out the form of a man, broad shoulders and chest, holding something that glinted in the moonlight. A knife.

“Come out, come out, wherever you are…Is that too cliché?” He giggled to himself. As he got closer, you saw the cheap ghostface mask he was wearing, and the tent in his jeans. “Isn’t this fun, doll?”

He stopped. Turned his head in your direction. And spoke. “Hold still, and this won’t hurt a bit.”

Obviously, you took off running.

But you had barely gotten twenty feet away when you felt his hands brushing your sides, reaching out to grab you. You stumbled over a root, and they seized your hips, yanking you back.

You fell directly into his embrace, and he wrapped his powerful arms around you to keep you there. Squeezing you into a hug with his knife at your throat, he cheered, “I win! I win! Yayyy!”

“Let me GO— Arrgh!” He fell face first towards the ground, trapping you between him and the earth. His breath had become more ragged and needy now, and his voice came out muffled. “Time to get my prize.” One hand went to his fly, the other still gripped the knife, forearm pinned into the ground beside your head.

“I said LET ME FUCKING GO!” You squirmed and thrashed, desperately trying to free yourself. The man stopped fidgeting with his zipper, and looked into your face. “You want to be free?”

He stood up unexpectedly, backed away, and you slowly got to your feet.

“Go on, you can leave.”

You didn’t. You stood there, biting your lip, feeling the urge in your groin beg you to stay.

“See, I knew it.” He sauntered forward, until his face was inches from yours. “You want this just as much as I do.” Another step forward.

You danced with him, backing up in time with his advance, until your back was against a thick oak. He reached up to caress your face. “I’m so glad, baby.”

His hands began working on first his, then your pants, untying the drawstring and yanking down your shorts and underwear. He lifted you up until your weight was supported by his hips, arms, and the tree, and slowly pushed his tip inside you.

“Wh-what’s your name?” You managed to get out.

“Charlie.” His breathing heavied. “Moan it for me, baby.”

“Mmfh, Charlie…” Your head fell back as he began to thrust into you, picking up speed and force with each.

“I saw that video baby. It made me sick to think you’d allow scum like that man to see you at your most vulnerable.”

He was pounding into you now. You swore the tree’s leaves were shaking, and not just from the wind.

“But I fell in love with you. You’re beautiful, you know that. And I’ve been keeping an eye on you for months now. You’re such a sweetheart… fuck.”

He was getting close, but not as quickly as you were. You felt your orgasm building up from your hole into your abdomen, filling you with pure need. “Charlie, my god, Charlie!”

He slowed a bit, savoring the feeling of your walls tightening around him.

“You’re perfection, doll. And no one, hnngh, will ever hurt you again. God, fuck, FUCK!”

He came inside you, leaving you limp and warm in the chilly air. It filled you up, hot and fast, the heat spreading through your body deliciously.

He pulled out slowly, panting, still holding you. You let yourself fall against his chest, and his hands slid up your thighs until he could support you without the tree.

“I’ll take you home, doll.”

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[mikaeljn]

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[hiswhitehair]

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the first time you saw ‘the hot dad next door’, you didn't know he was a dad at all. he looked young, maybe a few years older than you, not that you would have minded if he was any older. he was carrying different boxes into the house right opposite to yours, a friend by his side.

he had messy hair and blue glasses, a plain, cream colored sweater rested across his shoulder, and he looked, for lack of a better word, extremely fucking broad.

you were instantly drawn in, he was exactly your type. you knew you had to find out more about him. So, you decided to be a nice neighbour and bake him a box of cookies. you searched for a good recipe to follow, spending the afternoon scooping sugar and kneading dough.

as the cookies cooled on your counter, you decided to dress up. well, it was more changing out of your messy pajamas and putting on a bit of perfume, but you called that enough. 

you knocked on his door early in the evening, smoothing down your shirt with one hand as you clutched the tupperware box in the other. you were expecting him to open the door, so when a little girl with light brown pigtails and blue eyes opened the door, it was safe to say you were shocked.

“hello, is that the pizza?” , the little girl asked, glancing up at the box in your hand. “oh sweetheart, i’m sorry, no- uhm, is your dad ho-”, you were interrupted by a figure stepping into the hallway by the door. “who is it- oh hi!”, his cheery voice called out as you glanced up, looking at his looming figure.

he was wearing a different shirt now, more casual, comfortable. he gave you a questioning tilt of his head as he scooped up his daughter- or the sweet little girl you assumed was his daughter- into his arms. “right! sorry, i’m your neighbour. i noticed you moving in this morning and i thought i’d introduce myself with a few cookies!” , you held out the bowl to him, plastering a sweet smile across your face.

“oh, thank you! that’s nice of you. my name’s charlie, and you?”  “oh, i’m Y/N-”

“dad, can i have some now?” ,the little girl reached out for the bowl of cookies in her dad’s hands. “think you can put a few on a plate yourself, sweetheart? i’ll finish talking to our new neighbour here.” the girl nodded, and charlie placed her gently on the ground, handing her the box of cookies, watching fondly as she padded down the main hallway and further into the house. 

“your daughter’s cute” , you commented and he chuckled. “yeah, she’s the sweetest. it’s been just us for a while now, so i cherish her to death”. oh?  “what about her mother?” , fuck. “s-sorry, honestly, i didn’t mean to prod at your personal life, i-”

“it's totally fine! its a common question, really!” “still, i let it slip and if you dont wanna answer-”

“its all good! we.. separated, uhm- a few years ago when she was still a baby. i’ve had her with me since, but she visits her mom on the weekends.”  “that’s nice, she really is sweet, looks just like you too.”

“hopefully that's a compliment!” , he joked.

“Oh trust me, it is.” , you didn’t.

the both of you chuckled, his hand moved to the doorframe, and he had no right to look that good while doing it. the prominent muscles in his forearms flexed as he lent against it, he looked so casual and it was making you drool. he was nice, funny and kind and hot.

“i’ll uh, i’ll see you around!” , you said,pointing over your shoulder to your house. “I live right by there, feel free to pop by if you need anything.”  

“yeah, ‘course. it was nice meeting you.” “you too.”

the house was quiet, eerily so, as charlie stepped in. he was still in his suit, pressed and stained with the scent of the cheap coffee at his office. he had to wear it today, something about an important meeting he told you about over the phone. you weren’t listening, to busy imagining the sight that was charlie in a suit.

and now you were finally going to be able to see just what you had been imagining all day.

charlie toed off his tight black loafers by your door, letting his bag fall from his shoulder next to the hall closet as he stepped further into the threshold of your home. he’d expected you to be sitting on the couch with a show on, or in the kitchen grabbing a late night snack, but you weren’t.

he loosened his tie as he cautiously stepped up the stairs, cringing slightly when he stepped over one of the creakier stairs. now, he was curious. if you weren’t downstairs, you had to be upstairs in your bedroom. you were probably asleep, work had run a bit late,  right

a soft noise pierced through the sound of his feet padding against the material of your floors. it was muffled but loud enough for him to hear it from the landing of your stairs just by your room. the door was cracked open, ever so slightly, creaking as he pushed it open.

there you were, spread out against your bed. sheets wrinkled and blankets messily sprawled out beneath your bare body. he leant against the doorframe, eyes fixated where your fingers worked against your core. your free hand came up to gently muffle the noises slipping out of your mouth.

tugged his tie lower and unbuttoned the first few button of his clean, white dress shirt. you only noticed his presence when he walked further into the room, looming over you from the foot of the bed. 

“ch-charlie”, your glossy eyes raked over his body, taking him in. a dark black blazer rested across his broad shoulders, still as wide as the first day you saw him. you watched as he tugged it off, the white shirt below enhanced all the muscles in his arms. “now, now  don’t stop? i was enjoying the show.”,  your fingers flew back to your core, rubbing against your clit fervorously.

his dress pants tightened around his waist as he filled them out. his hands, god those hands, finally pulled off his tie and he tossed it aside along with his shirt. you watched in awe as he climbed up the bed, dark eyes dragging over your body like he would never see it again, like he was trying to memorise every part of you.

you barely noticed him tugging off his belt with his other hand, letting it fall to the floor as he leaned down and pulled you into a kiss. “what’s the occasion baby?”, he hummed, lips trailing down to place messy kisses along your neck, leaving marks in his wake.  “i’m free this weekend too, neither of us have any work to do. mh, thought we’d start the weekend with a, uh- bang.”, he chuckled gently into you. “that so, baby?”

he pulled away gently, tugging off the rest of his clothes before diving back into kissing you, letting himself roam over the tops of your breasts. your back arching off the mattress as his tongue worked expertly against your nipples, circling them before taking them into the warm suction of his mouth. 

“mmph, daddy, fuck that feels good”,  well that was new for the both of you. charlie glanced up at you through hooded eyelids, your own fluttering and lips parted slightly to let out those sinful noises. he tugged your fingers away from your core, grabbing your hips and gently letting you grind against his thigh, that angle was just right. you had completely given up on trying to muffle yourself, letting moans slip out and echo against the warm walls of your bedroom. 

“yeah baby? like when daddy helps you out, huh?” ,he whispered in a low voice. you whimpered out a small yes, words bracketed by moans and whimpers. god, he was loving this,  

he felt your hands grab gently onto locks of his hair and tug. “i want more”, you said, dragging him back up to your lips. “yeah sweetheart?”, one hand held himself up beside your hand and the other came down to pump himself. he groaned quietly into your neck and circled your entrance with his tip. “d-don’t tease daddy, please?” .

“why would i do that, baby? you were playing with yourself without daddy’s permission, i really should punish you.”  “n-no, please daddy, i-i really didn’t mean to- please”, your voice sounded broken and he could feel his facade crack as he looked up into your watery eyes. “d-daddy, i promise i- agh!”, he cut off your rambling with a harsh push of himself inside your walls. he let himself revel in the feeling for just a moment, you were warm, softly pulsing around you, coating his cock with a layer of slick. “ what was that, baby?”, he asked mockingly, words punctuated with soft thrusts. “i- mmh- i won’t do it again, please, need more! please, i promise- hng- fuck!”

“not without daddy’s permission? you’ll ask like a good girl, yeah?”  

“yeah, yeah! i’ll be a good girl for you daddy, please let me cum- ha- please!”, he watched you fall apart beneath him. hand moving from your hips down to grab your thighs, pushing them into your chest in one easy movement. the new angle made him feel even deeper and you swore you could feel him bruise your cervix. your fingers slipped down to rub at your clit, motons slippery and soaking your fingers gently.

“d-daddy, ‘m close. please- let me cum- mmph!” , he cut off your moans with a kiss. “cum for me, sweetheart.”

as if his words set off a trigger, the band inside of you snapped. your whole body relaxing before your body burned with white, hot pleasure. he followed soon after, sweet moans filling your ears as he filled you with his cum. with a few final thrusts he finished riding out your high, letting your thighs fall back to bracketing his body as he held himself above you with shaky arms.

he let himself collapse beside you after a moment, dragging you to snuggle into his chest gently. strong arms held you close and your sweaty bodies practically melted into each other in exhaustion. just as your eyes fell shut, his voice pierced through the comfortable silence between the both of you.

“guess we both like the whole ‘daddy’ thing, huh?

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