Thinking about how Charlie would beg you to let him use your thighs. He'd swear he wouldn't put it in, but when he came, he would shove the tip between your lips, coating your folds in his cum.
okay, hai!! request forrr clay face fucking reader 🫶 i think about it much much too often n id luvv for u to maybe write something on it. im sorry if this is a little broad, im not good at sending in requests 😓
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I'm so sorry this took so long! I was in a total creative rut, but I hope you like it!
(As always, my requests are open. I do both sexes, any gender, with any Rory Culkin characters)
//non gendered reader//
It had been a long day, and struggling to get your keys in the lock was almost too much to handle, but when you opened the door, you could hear the TV playing.
Clay was home.
You feel a small flicker of relief that's quickly blown out when you walk into the living room.
Clay was curled up in a ball, his knees pulled up to his chest, and his hair hung in his face as he chewed at the skin around his nails.
"Clay?" You ask cautiously as you walk into the room. His head turns quickly as he watches you in the doorway.
"Baby, are you okay? What's going on?" You say as you step closer to him, dropping your bag next to the couch. He was strung out and jittery. Something was obviously bothering him, but he just shook his head.
"Just watching a show," His voice was flat but shaky. There was something eating him alive, but you know he'd rather die than talk about it.
You walk over, crouching in front of him and resting your hands and chin on his bent knee.
"Talk to me baby, please," you almost pout as you tilt your head.
He rolls his eyes at your attempt to ease his tension, but he doesn't speak.
You let out a fake sigh, your hands sliding up and down either side of his thigh.
"You might feel better if you talk about it," Your hand ghosts over the groin area of his sweat pants, and he looks down at you. "Can I make you feel better, Clay?"
You hear a whine strain against his throat, but he doesn't let it escape his mouth. He nods his head as he spreads his thighs to make room for your body.
"Yeah...yeah I would like that," He replies as he places both feet on either side of your body.
No matter what state he was in, Clay would never turn down a blow job.
You lean forward, your face nuzzling against his cock as you already feel it start to harden against your lips.
He lets out a shallow moan, his hips shifting as he adjusts himself on the couch.
"Fuck," He whispers as your saliva soaks into his sweatpants, the wet fabric hot against him.
You hook your fingers into his waistband and boxers and pull them down just enough for his election to slide out.
Immediately you press your face against him, your lips slide up the side of his shaft and back down again.
"Fuck that feels good..." He mutters before he sucks air through his clenched teeth.
One of his hands fists the fabric of the cushion as he pulls your hair out of your face with the other.
Already, his hips are rocking forward as he impatiently pushes his swollen tip against your cheek.
You look up at him through your lashes as you slide your tongue across his tip. His body twitches as his mouth drops open in a small gasp.
You feel the hand in your hair tighten as he pushes his tip against your lips.
"C'mon baby, open up," He commands as his brows knit together. You barley part your lips before he's pushing into them, his cock filling your mouth.
"There you go, that's it...so good," He rolls his head back with a whine. Clay wastes no time and pushes you to take him deeper and deeper until you gag. Your hand reaches up to grip his base, where you can't quite reach with your mouth.
He uses your hair to push and pull you back and forth, his grip tightening as you hollow your cheeks and suck around him.
"I've been thinking about you all day," His voice is raspy as you look up at him. His lips are parted as a moan rolls off his tongue. His brows are curled up as you keep eye contact and try to take him deeper.
You let him control your speed, but he keeps forcing you to take more than you're ready for, and you gag.
His movments slow but don't stop. His other hand caresses your cheek as his hips lift off the couch slightly.
"You're okay, you're okay," He coos. "Breath through your nose, yeah?"
You take a shuddering sniffling inhale through your nose before he starts to push you down again.
A smile tugs at the corner of his lip as he tilts his head and looks down at you.
"Just like that...Fuck" His head hits the back of the couch before his cock is shoved to the back of your throat once more.
Your hands shoot up and grab at his inner thighs before he does it again.
Tears break past your lashes and drip down your cheeks from the strain. Your gaze lifts up to his, and he groans.
"You look so good like this," He huffs as his teeth pull at his lip.
Your eyes look up to meet his. They're half lidded and dark. The purplish circles encase his eyes from lack of sleep. Withdrawals
The sound of your mouth sucking against him pops as you pull back too far. You feel his grip tighten in your hair slightly before taking him in again.
He lets out a frustrated huff.
Your eyes flutter closed at the sound, his little whimpers like music to your ears.
Clay's legs twitch slightly as your hand moves up along with your mouth.
"So good to me, baby." His breath is getting raspy as you feel his fingers tense against your scalp.
You whine at the feeling, and before you realize it, he's pulling your head back. You look up at him with a confused look as he squirms his hips, his body sliding down the couch just a bit.
"Put your hands on the floor for me," He groans as he pulls your hair into a tight pony tail with his hand.
You do as he asks, your hands and knees pressed against the ground as they support your weight.
You feel the pressure of him pushing your head down, and as you open your mouth to lick his tip his hips push up, shoving his cock down your throat in one thrust.
The sharp gasp you release is smothered by him fucking your mouth.
His hips lift off the couch as he forces himself deeper into your throat, a stuttered breath rolling off his lips and tickling your face.
He lets his body go slack and move down, before lifting again and slamming back into you.
You can feel your breath stopping as he hits deeper each time, your eyes water as you try to swallow around him.
It doesn't take long before he's hammering against the back of your mouth as he holds your head in place.
The pressure of his hands almost gives you a headache as he stops you from moving or pulling away.
Saliva drips from your mouth, his hands tightening in your hair, and everything becomes too much.
You gag and pull back, but Clay lets out a long, drawn-out whine.
"Please, please, I'm so close,"
His desperation is like a punch to your gut, and you stop trying to move back.
His movements become ragged, and sudden until his hands push your head down, his body leaning forward as he cradles youd head and cums down your throat.
His cock squirts thick hot liquid as it twitches inside your mouth.
"So good...fuck it's so good," He whimpers, his chest heaving as he catches his breath.
You squirm in his lap, the lack of oxygen making your brain feel fuzzy before he pulls away.
Your throat burns as you take a deep breath and cough before cleaning the spit from your chin. You sit back on your calves as you look up at Clay. His hair is a mess, tangled and draped in his heated face.
His hands run through your hair as his eyes meet yours.
"I've had a very stressful day," He replies with a long exhale.
OH MY GOD. This one completely got away from me and turned into just absolute filth. Thank you for the inspo Anon!
(As always my requests are open. I do both sexes, any gender, with any Rory Culkin characters)
/Fem reader/
•Charlie wouldn't say he was a virgin by choice. There was just a lack of desire to lose it. He didn't see the point in pursuing someone just for sex so he left it at that.
•Don't get him wrong, that didn't mean he doesn't want to. He was horny all the damn time. But he sort of got used to it, being pent up all day and then jerking off until he came 2-3 times that night.
•He never sought anyone out for their sex appeal. He didn't care what anyone really looked like in the porn he watched or looked at anyone with lust or need.
•Until you.
•It was one of those unpredictably hot autumn days. The ones where the mornings are so cold you can feel it in your bones, but the afternoons are sticky, and you want to peel your skin off.
•You knew it was going to get humid when you excitedly dug your favorite knit sweater out from your closet, but you couldn't resist. Halloween was so close, and you were ready for that fun, cozy feeling.
•But as the day crept on, you regretted your decision. By the time you made it to after school cinema club (one of the few classrooms without AC) you couldn't take it anymore and decided since school was over, there was no harm in you just wearing a tank top.
•You felt the instant relief of chills over your sweaty skin. You felt like you had been suffocating all day and could finally breathe. You let out a satisfied sigh through your nose and continued to listen to Robbie talk about finale girl syndrome or whatever he was on about.
•But Charlie felt anything but relief, his hands twitched as they gripped the edge of the teachers desk he leaned against. He crossed one leg in front of the other, his cock growing hard against his jeans as he stood in front of his peers. Your cleavage on full display as you rested your chest against the table.
•He couldn't focus, his mind overcome with images of your nipple rolling between his pointer finger and thumb. He imagined the sharp gasp you'd take before he pressed your soft tits together and slide his lubed cock between them.
•He thought about how hot your skin would feel, how your mouth would drop open as he came across your chest, smearing his dick against your breasts while beads of cum dripped down you.
•It didn't take long for him to become obsessed with you. Following you around, using every excuse to talk to you. Watching you get ready for bed.
•With your constant interaction, eventually, you two developed a friendship, and before you knew it, you fell hard for the outgoing nerd. Little by little, you tried making your attraction for him obvious, but he never reciprocated.
•One night, you decided to invite him over for a movie night. It was just before Halloween, and you were tired of dropping hints that he wasn't picking up.
•Charlie of course, said yes, jumping at the opportunity to watch his favorite horror movies. The fact that it was with the girl he couldn't stop fantasizing about made it all the better.
•You had seen Stab a million times, but you were still captivated by Charlie's excitement and little facts he'd spew.
•But you were starting to get restless. You weren't even at the halfway point before you decided to place your hand on his upper thigh. You could feel his body tense next to yours, but you kept going when he didn't push your hand away.
•As your palm brushed over his clothed groin, you feel his dick pulse, already painfully hard against your hand.
•"A-ahh fuck..." He whispered as his eyes closed and his head fell against the back of the couch. You watch as his palms open and squeeze shut, desperately trying to keep himself from thrusting up into your hand.
•"You're so hard, Charlie," you say in a mocking tone, teasing him as you continue to touch him. His hips squirm beneath your grasp, needy for more friction.
•"Yeah, yeah I...fuck I'm sorry," He groans before pulling his plush bottom lip between his teeth. You giggle at his apology, soaking in his reaction.
•"Would you like some help?" You ask with a smirk. Charlie is only able to look at you with a slightly confused look before you're leaning over his lap, pulling at his belt before opening the front of his jeans.
•You hear him take a deep breath as his cock pushes against his underwear, the tip turning the light gray fabric a darker hue. You pull back the waist band to reveal his leaking tip. Before he has time to even process what you're doing, your lips are wrapping around him.
•Charlie jolts with a choked breath. He didn't expect your mouth to feel so warm. His hands instantly pull your hair out of your face so he can watch as you sink down his shaft, taking him deeper and deeper.
•His hips lift off the couch slightly to meet the back of your throat before he mutters a quick "sorry" and tries to keep his body still.
•His chest falls quickly with each breath he takes, your cheeks hollowing out around him as your tongue pushes against the bottom of his cock. He looks down at you with fascination as he watches you move up and down.
•Charlie let's out a stuttered groan as he feels your tongue swirl around his head before you take him deeper into your throat again.
•"f-fuck!" He moans through clenched teeth. His free hand runs through his own hair, gripping at his scalp tightly. He wished he wasn't so sensitive, wished he had more experience, so that familiar knot in his stomach wasn't approaching as fast, but it was.
•His hips start to push into your mouth again, his tip hitting the back of your throat and then some. You slowed the bobbing of your neck as he pushed past your lips. He chases the rhythm you created and starts to thrust a bit quicker.
•Both of his hands slide through your hair as he holds your head in place as he fucks himself into your mouth.
•He tilts his head, watching as your lips slide up and down his cock, your tits almost spilling out of your shirt as they squish against his thigh. The sight drives him insane, his breath quickening as he feels his release.
•"Wait...wait hold on i...stop I don't wanna cum yet," He struggles as he tries to pull your head away but you don't budge. You take him deeper, your throat convulsing as you swallow around him and he's done for.
•His body rocks forward, his hands grapsing your head as he thrusts up into your mouth and spills down your throat. Your nails dig into his denim covered thighs as you take every last drop.
•You sit up again, wiping the droll from your lips and chin as you look at his flushed face.
•"Shit I'm sorry I, it all happened so fast," He huffs as he looks at you apologetically.
•"It's okay Charlie, most guys don't last that long, or even for more than one round," you try to reassure. Suddenly, his hands are on your shoulders, and he's pushing your back into the couch and crawling between your spreads legs.
•"I-I can go another round...i.. just, you gotta give me a minute," He says a little out of breath. You chuckle at his enthusiasm.
•His eyes wander down your body. He uses one hand to hold himself up while the other starts to grope your covered breast.
•"I-is this okay?" He asks quietly, as if being too direct will scare you away.
•You bite your lip and smile at his cautiousness. "You can do more than that if you want,"
•The second those words leave your mouth, Charlie hooks his finger into the front of your low collared shirt and pulls it down, taking the front of your bra with it until you spill out over the top. His hand immediately grabs your breast, squishing it in his hand as he leans down and takes the other into his mouth.
•He moans louder than you at the sensation. You're softer than he could have ever imagined, his tongue lapping at your perked nipple.
•You can already feel that he's hard again, his hips rocking his exposed cock against the rough fabric of your shorts.
•His fingers grab and squeeze your tits as his tongue rolls around your nipple. Your body arches up into his as the feeling shoots straight to your core.
•"I need you baby...want you to fuck me so bad," You moan in his ear. His movements come to a stop as he looks up at you, spit coating his pink lips.
•"i-ive never uh..."
•He's too embarrassed to say it. His body almost delates at the idea of you being turned off and calling it quits from his lack of experience. He seems genuinely confused when you shake your head and smile.
•"I didn't ask that Charlie, I said I want you to fuck me," You almost command as you reach down, pulling your shorts off of one leg. Charlie's eyes quickly drift down to your soaking panties before letting out a soft breath.
•He sits up until he's on his knees between your thighs. He pushes his hair back from his face as he watches you push the fabric down your thighs. His eyes are latched onto your dripping cunt as he reaches forward to help you take them off.
•"You can touch me Charlie, you don't have to be so scared,"
•His eyes drift up towards yours before going back down to the task in front of him. He scoots down the couch until he's almost on his stomach, his face between your knees.
•You feel Charlie's hands on the back of your thighs where they meet your ass before his thumbs slide against your slit, pulling your lips open. The sensation causes you to squirm so he does it again, his digits sliding against your labia, spreading you open and observing your most sensitive area before you feel his breath against your clit. You take in a shuddering breath before the tip of his tongue gently licks against you.
•Instant waves of pleasure wash over your body, and you let out a small yelp. Charlie looks back up at you before leaning forward and doing it again, this time applying more pressure. Your body sinks into the couch as your legs spread more.
•He takes this as a good sign and pushes his faces fully against you, his tongue lapping up and down your pussy. You hear him groan as his eyes flutter closed, the taste of you melting across his tongue.
•Charlie wasn't stupid. He had watched plenty of porn and knew what giving head was. He had just never experienced it. You didn't taste like strawberries or flowers like those shitty romance movies would say. You tasted like you, and that made him want more.
•Your hand quickly tangled in his hair, pulling his face up just a little higher as he swirled his tongue around you. He was eating you like a man starved, all those weeks of jerking off to the thought of you finally coming to fruition.
•He moved his hands from spreading you open to wrapping around your thighs and pulling you against his face. With this new leverage he pulled your hips onto his knees, your cunt angled toward his face before he dipped his tongue lower.
•"OH! Fuck," you whine as you bite your lip, not expecting this level of aggression.
•He just wanted to taste more of you but bumped his nose against your clit. You gasped before letting out a strained moan so he did it again, and again. His tongue burying itself inside you, fucking your entrance as he moved his face back and forth, his nose grinding against you.
•Your legs tensed, and you started to shake as praises and begs fell from your lips. You let out a loud whimper as he pulled his face away.
•His chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath. He ignored your cries as he pulled you more into his lap.
•Your knees were bent and pushed towards your chest as he drug his fingers up a down your slit.
•"Taste so fucking good baby, fuck" He groaned as your juices dripped from his chin. His eyes were half lidded as he looked at you, a thick blush spreading across his face and ears. He pushed his fingers against your entrance, sliding his two middle fingers in at once. You yelped in surprise and cried out his name.
•"Is that good baby?" He asked, concerned by your sudden reaction. Once you chuckled and nodded, he started to pump his fingers in and out.
•"Could have you fuck my face all day, wanna taste this all the fucking time," He rambled before pressing his tongue against you again.
•Your body was almost convusling at this point, his tongue mixing with the curve of his fingers quickly bringing you to orgasm.
•"Please Charlie, please I'm gonna cum!" You whimper and he keeps his pace steady as he brings you over the edge.
•H-holy shit I, I can feel it," He says mostly to himself as you cry out and clench around him. Your cum soaks his hand and starts to drip down your bent torso. Charlie removes his fingers before burying his face in you again.
•"ah! I-its too much!" You moan as you grab his hair but he doesn't relent. His tongue laps at you as he savors the taste of your cum. You can feel his hard cock pressing into your lower back
•Cum and saliva connect strands from your pussy to his face as he pulls back again. He hugs your hips with his arms as he looks down at you.
•"W-was that okay?" He asks a little nervously.
•"Never had head like that before..." You pant. You both breathe heavily for a moment as you catch your breath, but Charlie's dick is still pressing into you, and you chuckle. "Do you think you're up for another round yet?" You ask as you bite your lip again.
•He pushes his hair out of his face as he looks down at you. "It's okay, we don't have to if- I mean if you don't want to that's okay i"
•You wiggle your hips until his cock presses against your ass. "I wouldn't ask if I wasn't okay," You reassure.
•He takes a breath before his eyes fall to his lap. He grabs your legs a little tighter as he sits up, pushing his tip between your thighs and against your clit. You gasp at the sensation before he pulls back and rolls his hips forward again, savoring the feeling of the slick heat between your legs.
•"Oh god...fuck you're so warm...can I put it in? Please...please let me put it in. " He inhales through clenched teeth.
•"Charlie please.." You whine before he pulls back again. He presses the back of your thighs against his chest and puts your legs over his shoulder before slowly sinking into you. His mouth drops open, and he whimpers, the feeling of him stretching your walls almost too much to handle.
•"Fuck...so good feels so good..." He hisses as he pulls out and pushes forward again.
•He's not scream queen massive, but he's decently sized and thicker than most. Your thighs tremble as you feel him push deeper and deeper until he finally bottoms out. He lets out a low moan and stays still for a moment, savoring the feeling.
•You clench around him, your body adjusting to the stretch as his eyes slowly open as he looks down at you. His gaze is half lidded, and his lips are parted as he releases a shuddering breath.
•He pulls back, letting his head almost slip from your cunt before sinking back in again. You both moan at the feeling as he repeats his actions. His head rests against your calf before he kisses and bites your leg.
•"Charlie!" You inhale sharply. His hands spread your legs before he pushes his body down against yours, the new angle shifting him deeper. You cry out before wrapping your arms around his shoulders and fisting your hands in his hair.
•His hips slam against yours and your legs twitch. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, his fluffy hair tickling your face, and he whimpers. The sound long and drawn out.
•His arms snake between your back and the cushion before holding you tight to his chest and starts to hammer into you.
•"Fuck!" You gasp as the wet sounds of skin hitting skin full your tiny living room.
•"it's okay, you're okay, baby...you feel so good, so good for me," He whines as he hugs you tighter.
•"Charlie...Charlie you can slow down," You try to breathe, but his grip feels suffocating.
•"Mine...you're all mine, no one else's." He rambles as his lips latch onto your neck. "So perfect, so soft," He groans as he thrusts.
•Charlie was getting lost in the feeling of you. His head was fuzzy like he wasn't all there.
•That day from cinema club plays in his mind. He was distracted that whole hour, wondering what it would feel like to take your breast in his mouth and hear you whimper as he bit down on your nipple. You got caught up talking to one of your friends and forgot your sweater on the desk. He told Robbie he would catch up with him later, that he needed to do a few things first.
•He bit his cuticles until they bled, until he couldn't hear the sounds of foot steps and fading chatter anymore. He fought with himself, told himself he was disgusting for what he was going to do, but he did it anyway. He walked over, grabbing the sweater and leaned against the desk again. He paused for a moment before bringing the fabric up to his face, inhaling deeply as his other hand made quick work of his belt. He grabbed his aching cock tightly as he started to stroke it.
•The pent up energy from having a raging hard on and the smell of your perfume and the image of your perfect tits pushed up on the desk had him spill his seed onto the soft fabric. The gratification was gone instantly after he realized the mess he had made. That night, he took your sweater home and washed it, making sure to take good care of it before it had a chance to stain. He would never forget that smell.
•That smell that engulfed every fiber of his being as he nuzzled against your neck and pounded into you mercilessly.
•You could feel his muscles shaking as he held his weight above you. His breathing started to become uneven and small whines fell from his lips. His behavior was almost animalistic.
•He shifted his weight to one arm as his hand slid between your sweating bodies, his thumb sliding between your folds and rubbing circles around your clit.
•"ah!" You yelp as your hands twist in his hair. You hear him whimper against you before his teeth sink into your shoulder causing you to cry out again.
•He would bite and suck on your shoulder before swirling his tongue around the wounded area and repeating the action over and over.
•The feeling became unbearable, and you pull his hair hard until he lifts his head. His mouth hung open as he moaned lewdly, his eyes screwed shut at the feeling.
•"You're close again...i-i can feel it," He whines before his tongue swipes across his bottom lip. "Please, please cum on me....wanna feel you cum,"
•He leans his head down, taking your nipple between his teeth and swirling his tongue over the nub. Every touch, every sensation was like a pull in your stomach.
•His thumb swipes over you a few more times before your muscles tighten, and you feel the snap.
•You clench around him as you cum, letting out strained moans as he continues to pound into you. You body goes slightly limp against the couch but he doesn't stop.
•"Charlie.." You huff as you try to take in a full breath.
•"I-i know, I know," He whines as he presses his face against your neck again. "So close baby, please,"
•His arms slip under your back again as he hugs you against him and slams into you. Your arms wrap around his neck, and your nails dig into his back, and suddenly he stops.
•His moan is almost like a sob, his legs trembling and cock twitching as heat explodes in your stomach. His body thrusts forward slightly as he pumps you full of cum, his grip almost crushing as he fills you up.
•You both lay there for a moment, panting and trying to gather yourselves before he slowly sits up. He grabs the base of his cock and watches as he slides out of you.
•As your walls try to clench around him, you feel his cum drip out of you. You watch as he stares at your used hole before he reaches forward swipes his finger up your slit and pushes his cum back into you.
•"S-stop its...it's too much," You groan as you try to close your legs. He pulls his hand away but keeps your legs spread open.
•"Sorry, You just look so good," He smiles as a thick blush creeps across his face again.
•His eyes never leave your body, completely taken with how red your pussy became from his abuse, the urge to kiss and lick your sensitive areas overtaking him.
•"Can we do it again?"
Aaahhhh sorry for any mistakes and for how long it took to post. As always requests are open for any Rory Culking characters!
•Charlie has always been perverted. He just knew how to hide it.
•You had been friends with Robbie first, which Charlie pushed for you two to become closer because he knew it would give him the opportunity to be around you and create common ground.
•The most he had been able to get from you was when you so graciously stood next to his desk as you talked to one of your friends that sat next to him. With your back to him, the bottom of your skirt caught on the edge of his desk.
•"God that skirt is so fucking short, how has she not been dressed coded yet," He thinks to himself before slipping his pen under the hem of your skirt and lifting it until he saw the bottom of your ass where it met the top of your thighs. "Wouldn't tell her to cover up either if it meant I could look at that cute little ass, fucking pervs,"
•After Charlie squirmed his way into your friendship with Robbie, suggesting all three of you work on school projects or the occasional hang out at the mall, you felt comfortable around him and even enjoyed all of you doing stuff together.
•Which is why you didn't think twice when he suggested they used your house to work on the physics presentation.
•"If not, it's okay. Robbies Dad works from home, and my internet can barely handle one laptop, let alone three. We can always use the library, but everyone else probably has that same idea,"
•Of course you accepted. After starting the project at your place and mostly messing around for an hour, Charlie left to use the restroom. You told him which door down the hall was the right one, and he left the dining room with a small thanks and a smile.
•He wasn't actually using the restroom but sneaking into your room to snatch a pair of used panties out of your hamper.
•He slid into your room and quickly grabbed them, knowing exactly where to look.
•Just because your window faces your backyard doesn't mean no one's looking.
•After a few more hours and little work getting done, you all called it a night. When Charlie got home, he collapsed on his bed, pulling the balled up fabric from his pocket, holding it up to his face as he inhaled deeply and grabbed his aching cock with his other hand.
•He scrambled to open the front of his jeans before wrapping the used underwear around his shaft, his leaking tip soaking precum into the gusset as he jerked himself off. The thought of your pussy pressing against the same fabric he was using sent him over the edge and he drenched the panties in his cum. They were absolutely ruined, but it was fine. He could always get another pair.
•Eventually your friendship grew, and you would sometimes hang out with just him without Robbie.
•Charlie's favorite thing was to watch horror movies. His favorite was the first Stab, so when he put it on for the millionth time, you dozed off a little more than halfway through, just like you did the last few times you watched it.
•Charlie waited a bit before his fingers started to rub circles across the top of your thigh. When you had no reaction, he moved a little higher, still nothing.
•He completely disregarded the movie as he looked down at your baggy shorts. His fingers gently pushed up the thin fabric until he could see the front of your panties.
•"God it's almost stupid how easy you are. Who wears something like this when they're hanging out with a friend?" He thinks to himself.
•When your unaware body has no reaction to his advances, he presses his pointer finger against your slit, rubbing up and down until the fabric becomes dark and slick with pre cum.
•You squirm a little at the touch but don't show any signs of waking, so Charlie lets his other hand fall to his buldge and begins to slowly undo his pants.
•His cock is hot and twitching as he removes it from his underwear and starts to stroke it. He spits into his palm and jerks himself off as he feels the slippery wetness beneath the fabric of your underwear.
•Charlie always edged himself before you hung out, so the feeling of your juices against his fingers drove him crazy. He relaxed his head against the back of the couch and watched as your brows furrow in pleasure.
•He couldn't stop the thoughts of pulling your underwear to the side and ramming his cock into your poor unprepared pussy. He craved the sounds of your pained gasp as your eyes snapped open and watched as he hammers into you, your walls painfully accepting his intrusion as you grab at his flannel and hair, desperate for an anchor to reality.
•He jolts slightly before pulling his hand from between your legs and shoving his soaked fingers into his mouth, getting lost in the taste of your slick melting onto his tongue, his cum pouring down his hand and onto his pale stomach.
•After cleaning himself up in your bathroom, he sneaks into your room to grab another pair of panties, knowing he'd have to be back for the ones you have on now later.
Also, I'm thinking about doing one of Charlie leaning more into being Ghostface and becoming more violent with the reader, what's are yalls thoughts?
Sooo i was thinking of literally any character rory plays just face fucking you like gagging and tears and when I say BRUTALLY face fucking you I mean BRUTALLY😍
OKAY SO the first thing that popped into my mind was Jack having a really bad day and coming home to you and deciding the best way to release his stress is to absolutely abuse your throat so here we go!
/Fem reader/
Cw for: Choking, hitting, degrading, slight non con
It was late, a little later than expected when you heard the front door open and slam shut. You jumped slightly at the noise, scared if it was actually Jack or not until you heard him coming up the stairs.
When he opened the bedroom door, you gave him a sweet smile and greeted him, but he didn't reciprocate. His hair was slightly tangled and poofy, the way it got when he would run his hands through it and tug at the roots from stress. His eyes seemed sunken, and his face remained emotionless.
"Jack?" You tried to get his attention as you swung your legs over the edge of the bed and faced him.
"Everything okay?"
He didn't respond at first. He just shook his head like he didn't want to hear the feeble attempts at small talk and ran his hand through his hair, pushing it away from his face as he looked at the floor.
You sit for a moment, watching as his steady breaths move his tense shoulders up and down. You want to know what's wrong, but you're also worried you'll make it worse. His mood swings were almost impossible to navigate, and no matter what you did, you almost always felt like it was your fault.
"Is there anything I can do, baby?" You ask, almost desperate to get a response from him.
He's still for a moment, almost like he's contemplating his next words before he drops his hand to his side and looks at you.
"Yeah, yeah there's something you can do,"
He finally speaks before his hand grabs the back of your neck firmly and pulls you off of the bed and onto the floor with a loud thump. You let out a shocked gasp as your knees hit the old tattered carpet around your bed. You can feel the hard wood underneath pressing into your bones.
You turn your face to look up at him as he pulls you closer to his groin. His hand tightens in your hair as he grinds your mouth against his rough jeans. You whimper as he looks down at you, his expression still blank as his hard cock presses against your lips.
"How about we put that pretty little mouth of yours to good use, hmm?" He asks as his grip tightens slightly.
This isn't how you expected tonight to go, but you weren't going to protest. You knew how he was when he got in these moods, and a deep twisted part of you loved that he wanted you to make him feel better.
He was going to be rough, and it was going to hurt, but you didn't care at that point. Him fucking your face until you were a crying sobbing mess was better than him wordlessly baracading himself in his studio all night, and leaving you to sleep alone while he sulked.
You nod against his crotch as you part your lips and run your tongue across the coarse fabric.
Jack wastes no time as he pulls your head back and holds it against the edge of the bed by your hair, and uses his other hand to open his belt and pull his pants and boxers down just enough to release his aching cock.
He grips his base tightly as he presses his leaking head against your lips. You can feel him pulse against you already, his tip red and swollen as his hips rock against you.
"Open," He demands. No tenderness or sweet coaxing words.
Your lips part, and he shoves past them roughly. You have no time to adjust as his girth stretches the corners of your lips painfully. You whimper, but he doesn't stop.
His head drops, and his hair hangs in front of his face. His eyes are screwed tightly shut as he pushes deeper and deeper. You can feel his grip in your hair tighten as his other hand snakes under your jaw, and he presses his finger into your cheeks on either side to keep your mouth open.
Tears already fill your eyes as you feel him push against the back of your throat. He stops for a moment, his hand shaking as he grips your jaw before he pulls back and then slides his hips forward again.
You try to take a deep breath through your nose, but he's already cutting off your air and pushing down your throat again.
You try to relax. You know if you tense, it'll make it worse, but it's difficult as you feel your nose press against his lower stomach. The hair at the base of his shaft presses against your nose, and you look up at him tearfully.
Jacks lips are parted as he lets out a small groan. His eyes are open as he stares down at your mouth. His face is still void of any emotion besides the slight furrow to his brow.
You feel him pull back again, almost pulling out fully before slamming back against your tightening muscles.
You gag at the sudden abuse, and you try to pull away. Jacks hand releases your jaw, and you feel a hard smack against your cheek.
It's quick and painful. If it wasn't for the stinging heat in your cheek, you could convince yourself it didn't actually happen.
You look up at him, your wide, teary eyes desperate for forgiveness as he grabs your jaw again.
"Stay still," Is all he says before he forces himself into your throat again.
He starts to pick up a rhythm with his thrusts. Each time he pulls back, you try to suck air through your nose before he's choking you again.
As much as you try, you can't stop yourself from gagging. Tears are pouring down your cheeks, and your sinuses are starting to drip. It becomes increasingly harder to breathe, and you place your hands against his thighs to stop him from going too deep.
He uses your head to rock it back and forth, still forcing you to go deeper. You keep your jaw slack and try to force yourself to swallow, but it makes you gag again, and you try to push his legs back.
You hear a slight huff leave his lips before he smacks your hands away and takes a step forward. You try to protest, but his hand runs through the front of your hair as he holds your head back against the bed. His nails scrapping against your scalp send shivers down spine.
Jack releases your jaw and uses his hand to brace his weight on the mattress as he lifts his right leg and places his knee against the edge of the bed.
You feel his thigh press against your cheek, the seam of his jeans digging painfully into your cheek as he thrusts into your mouth.
You let out a cry that's muffled from his cock forcing its way down your tensing throat. His pace becomes relentless as he starts shoving you all the way down to the base.
"Is it really that fucking hard to just sit still?" He groans as he thrusts into your mouth again.
You gag around him, your vision blurred as you reach up and grab his thighs once more, but you don't push him away. You claw at the fabric, but he doesn't relent.
You can feel your saliva dripping down your chin and neck, soaking the front of your shirt as you groan and choke on Jack's cock.
Tears soak your hairline as he runs his hands through your roots and looks down at you.
"You don't listen. You never listen. No one... no one ever fucking listens," He grunts as he continues. You can feel him twitching in your throat as he spills his anger. You knows it's not because of you, but his words create a strange tension in your chest that causes the tears to pour faster.
His movements are rough, almost hateful, and animalistic as he loses regard for your well-being and comfort.
You gag once more. This time is worse than the last, and your body reacts without warning. You try to pull away from him again, but you feel his hand on your cheek.
Your eyes look up at him as he touches you, but the second you make eye contact, he pulls his hand away and smacks you again.
You whine and close your eyes, and when you open them, he smacks you again.
Your sobs are still muffled around him. Unable to cry or protest against his abuse.
"All you have to do is take it and you can't even do that right," He groans as he lifts the hand that's holding his weight, and slides it between his thighs, and wraps it around your throat.
You take in a broken, stuttering inhale through your stuffy nose as you feel the pressure. He doesn't choke you, but he applies pressure to the front of your neck, pushing your esophagus in so he can feel his cock sliding in and out of your throat.
"This is what you wanted, isn't it?" He asks as he pushes against your throat a little harder. "You wanna make me feel better?"
He looks down at you, waiting for any type of reaction so you give a small nod, as much movement as you can manage.
"Then let me use your worthless holes and stop fucking complaining,"
You can't deny it. His words turn you on so much it's painful. You squirm beneath him in a desperate attempt to feel any friction against your own jeans.
You yelp as he slams against your throat again.
Your jaw aches, and the corners of your mouth burn from stretching around him. His hand snakes to the back of your head, lifting it away from the mattress and forcing it against his groin.
At the slightly bent angle, he completely cuts off your air when he pushes all the way back. You start to panic, smacking his leg to get his attention, but he doesn't stop.
You try to pull away again, and he brings his hand up from your throat. You flinch, expecting to feel the familiar sting across your cheek, and you close your eyes in anticipation.
They quickly shoot open as you feel Jack's fingers pinch your nose closed, cutting off your breathing completely.
"You wish you listened now, huh?" He groans through clenched teeth before he bites his lip, trying to contain his sadistic smile.
You look up at him fearfully, but he shows no sign of mercy. His thrusts become more sporadic and vigorous.
"There you go, baby, that's it...that's it doll," He grunts against you.
The pressure starts to build up around your temples, and your body begins to panic. You claw at his thighs, and your feet start kicking against the floor as you try to create any kind of distance between your bodies, but it's useless.
He pushes all the way in, smashing your nose against his groin as the convulsing of your throat causes him to reach his orgasm.
The hand that's holding your hair tightens and shakes as you feel his cock swell in your throat and pulse as hot cums squirts into your mouth. He's so deep you don't even taste it, but you can feel it.
He stays there until every last drop is gone, and the pressure in your head makes you feel like you're going to pass out.
When Jack pulls away, you suck air into your lungs so quickly it burns. You cough and gag against the sensation as your chest heaves.
After a few deep breaths, you rest your weight against the bed and look up at him as you pant.
He releases you to tuck his cock back into his boxers before he gently places his hand against your cheek again.
Your lips are parted. Swollen and puffy red as you look up at him once more. His thumb circles your cheek in a silent "You okay?" And you nod. Neither of you exchanged a word as he buttons his jeans and helps you lay in bed.
He lays next to you, his arms wrapping around you as his face presses into the back of your neck.
"You're so good to me," He says quietly against your ear.
Fun fact, this was gonna be Euronymous, but I couldn't get it right, and Jack is just so angry, so it fits better. Sorry for any errors, and as always, requests are open🖤
I was thinking about something with danny begging to be touched as you tease him like tears streaming down his face and whining type shit also calling you momma (Pleasee and if you do decide to do this then thank you so so muchh🫶)
Ahhhh I love this so much!
/Fem reader/
Danny has always been the type that's too embarrassed to beg. You really have to rile him up to get him to verbalize exactly what he wants.
After a long, stressful day at work, you have him sitting on the bed, clothes off and his knees spread as he grips the sheets next to his thighs. His hips lift off the bed as he twitches, the feeling of the low frequency vibe you're pressing against the underside of his tip too much for his sensitive body to handle but still not enough.
"Please...please it's too much. I-I don't need the toy,"
He whimpers, whining like a puppy as he bites his lip and looks at you through his teary lashes. You ignore his pleas as his grip tightens against the balled up fabric, his knuckles turning white as he tries to push his leaking tip against your hand.
"I don't want the toy...just wanna feel you, please,"
You almost feel bad for him but you just can't get enough of the way his voice cracks when he thinks he's at his limit.
"What do you wanna feel baby?"
You ask, watching as his eyes avert your gaze, a cherry red blush blossoming across his sunken cheeks. He bites his lip as he tries to hold back his cries, too embarrassed to tell you what he wants.
"I can't....please I need to feel you. I-I need you to touch me. Please let me oh god i"
His eyes are focused on his red swollen tip as you press the vibe against it harder.
You watch as his head falls back, hitting the headboard lightly as his mouth hangs open. His brows knitting together as he tries to force any sound to escape his lips.
"Please!" He yelps, "Momma please I can't take it!"
As he lifts his head you see the dam has finally broken. Long streams of hot tears slide down his temples, soaking into his hair line. You watch as they change direction, slipping down his cheeks as his red puffy eyes look to you for mercy.
He let's out a choked sob as you turn off the vibrator, laying it on the bed next to you.
"Okay baby, okay,"
You hush as you lay next to him and tug at his hip, a silent command to get on top. He obeys, sitting up and positioning himself between your legs. His tip smearing droplets of cum across his stomach.
Your body scoots down the bed slightly, your hands lifting away from your belt as you wait for Danny to take the hint.
He leans forward, his hands frantically pulling at the leather as he nudges up your shirt with his nose, his lips leaving wet kisses across your lower stomach just above your waistband.
"T-Thank you Momma, thank you,"
He sobs, a shuddering breath burning his throat as he starts to pull your tight jeans down your legs and tosses them to the floor. He kisses the silky fabric against your pussy before making quick work of doing the same to your underwear.
His eyes fixate between your legs, watching as your lips glisten with wetness, just from teasing him.
As he positions his body between your thighs, you plant your hand firmly across his bare chest, keeping him from pushing forward. He looks at you, his eyes large and teary. His mouth slightly open as a desperate expression twists his face.
"You can grind against me, but don't put it in yet," You smile.
Danny's face contorts, but all he does is mutter a disappointed "okay" before pressing his tip between your folds.
The sensation forces a moan to rip through his chest, his hands grip the underside of your thighs as his throbbing cock slides against your slick heat.
"Mmmhh feels so good Momma," He slurs, his eyes fluttering closed as he whines.
Precum smears between your folds as he repeatedly grinds his cock against your swelling clit, your moans motivating him to continue.
"Thought about you all day, couldn't stop thinking about this" He huffs, his eyes screwing shut.
"Awe baby," You hum. "What did you think about?"
He whimpers again, his head falling to the side as he tries to find his words, or gather the courage to say them.
"Thought about pleasing you M-Momma,"
He pulls his bottom lip betwen his teeth again, knowing that that's not enough for you, knowing you'll tell him to keep going.
"Thought about the f-feeling of you, around my cock," He whines.
"What a naughty boy, day dreaming about such sinful things when you should be doing your job," You chuckle as you watch his lip quiver.
"A-always thinking about you Momma...wanna be buried in you all the time," He pules, proding against your over sensitive bud.
His thrusts become a bit more frantic. You watch as his eyes are glued between your legs, watching his tip slip in and out of your lips. His whines pour from his lips like it's the only sound he knows how to make and his hips stutter against yours. You can tell he's already reaching his release.
"C-can I put it in....please?" He mewls, his brown curls a tangled mess in front of his eyes.
"Not yet baby."
Your response only earns a drawn out groan as his grip on your thighs tightens. His hips stop pushing until he comes to a complete stop against you.
"Why'd you stop? I didn't tell you to stop," You scold as you look up at him, your brows furrowing in confusion.
"I-i can't im....I'm gonna cum,"
His response makes you smile, that thick blush creeping down his neck as he speaks. He's so overestimated from the vibe and now this.
"I didn't tell you to stop," You repeat.
"Momma please...it'so good, i don't wanna cum yet,"
He begs as he looks at you, your expression unwavering. He exhales a short breath as he starts to rock against you again, a mess of praises falling from your lips as he ruts against your cunt.
"Oh....oh god i-im cumming i-" He stutters as he spills his hot cum across your mound. He pants hard, his orgasm hitting him like a truck as you praise him for being such a good boy and listening.
"Now put it in," you say gently "All the way to the base, but don't move,"
He lets out a muffled groan but releases his grip on your legs and presses his hands against the mattress on either side of you, holding up his weight as he watches between your legs. His long hair tickles your stomach as his head hangs between his shoulders.
He pulls his hips back, before pushing against your hole, his cock spreading your pulsing walls until he bottoms out.
"M'so warm Momma so...oh feel'so good,"
He hums as he buries his head against your shoulder. You can still feel his cock, painfully hard and twitching inside you. Your fingers comb through his messy hair as you coo him.
His legs tense, and his fingers glide over your sides gently as he resists the urge to move. The restraint is killing him, but he wants to be good for you so badly.
You can hear him breathing heavily against your ear, his chest heaving as he desperately tries to stay still. His mouth hangs open as he pants and whimpers strain against his vocal cords. You stay like this for a moment before he finally breaks.
"Please, please can I move now?" He whines "Please Momma I can't take it anymore, please let me fuck you,"
You can hear his voice falter through clenched teeth as you hush him.
"It's okay baby, you're okay. You can move now okay?"
The second the words leave your mouth, Danny pulls back and slams into you.
A strangled moan is forced from your lungs as he ruts into you, his arms wrapping around your midsection as he holds you close to his body, relentlessly thrusting into you.
"Thank you...thank you Momma thank you!"
He sobs against your shoulder as he plants kisses against your heated skin. His hand reaching between your legs, rubbing between your folds.
You gasp as he immediately presses against your clit, giving it vigorous attention.
"Want you to feel good too Momma, wanna make you cum," He whimpers.
He continues to ram himself into your abused cunt, the sound of skin hitting skin filling the room. His face nuzzles against your neck as he whines, panting like a puppy as he fills you with his cock.
His thumb rubs circles against your clit as he presses against that sweet spot deep inside. Your head tilts back, pressing against the pillow. You feel his weight shift slightly as he pushes up your shirt before grabbing the edge of your bra and yanking it down.
You gasp as your tits are exposed to the cold air, your nipples almost painfully hard.
Before you even have time to react his lips are around your swollen bud, sucking and bitting at the sensitive flesh.
"Love you so much....you'make me feel so good...so fucking good,"
His tongue laps at your nipple before he trails his kisses to the top of your breast and starts to suck a bruise into your skin. Your hand tangles in his hair, pulling as you feel his teeth biting down against you.
He whines, releasing his bite as his lets you tip his head back. His lips are puffy and red, and his eyes half lidded as he hisses through clenched teeth.
"M'sorry...I'm sorry I'll be gentle...I'll be gentle i promise!,"
As your grip lightens, his lips attach to your nipple once again.
His thumb continues to stimulate you as he uses his other four fingers to push against your lower abdomen, forcing the top of your uterus to push down against his cock.
"Fuck Danny ah!" You cry out, the weight making you feel him grind against your G-spot harder.
"I can feel me moving inside you," He drools "mmh can feel how deep I am,"
The combined sensation of his tongue, his fingers and his cock starts sending you closer to the edge, your insides fluttering with your building pleasure.
"Are you gonna cum Momma?" He whimpers, feeling your walls clenching around him. "Want'chu to cum on my cock, wanna make you feel good Momma please,"
His desperate pleas cause your orgasm to hit you full force, your hips jolting as you cry out and clench around him.
His nails dig into your sides as he thrusts harder against you. His moans getting louder and louder.
"I-i can't stop I'm sorry I'm sorry ah!"
Just as you're about to tell him to take it easy, he bites down on your nipple, hard. His hips slam against your thighs and he stops moving, burying himself as deep as he can.
You can feel tears dripping onto your chest as he sobs against you. Heat spreads across your stomach as he fills you with his cum, his cock twitching as he paints your inner walls until it drips out around his base.
"So good....thank you Momma t-thank you"
God doing requests makes writing so much easier thank you for the inspo!!! I hope you like it and apologizes if there's typos!🖤
•This man has such an incel mentality it's not even funny. He literally stabbed a girl for not paying attention to him
•He would never force anything on you outright, but if you said you weren't in the mood, he'd try to convince you. He'd nuzzle his face against your neck, kissing your soft skin and whispering in your ear
"Baby please, it's been a week. You can't keep doing this to me"
•He'd grab your hand and press it against the front of his jeans, his cock painfully hard as he rubs your hand up and down his clothed cock
"Just a few minutes I promise, you don't even have to do anything."
"Cmon please, you know how hard it is for me to get myself off"
•When you finally cave, he would be relentless. He'd push in too quickly, not letting up as you gasped and begged him to give you a moment
"I know i know, It'll get better just give it a minute"
"Im sorry youre just-youre so warm i cant stop"
•His arms would wrap around you as he pounded into your poor unprepared body. Every time you'd try to protest or ask him to slow down he'd coax you all over again
"Please baby, just a little more. You feel so good, almost done okay?"
"You already made me wait so long, I can't wait anymore"
•When he would finish, he'd pull out, cumming all over your stomach before sliding down the bed, planting his lips against your abused cunt
•He's kind of a bad boyfriend, but he's gotta keep you around somehow
•He'd hush you as you whined, sliding his tongue up and down your slit, borderline making out with your swollen clit
•The warmth from his mouth would almost numb the soreness, and the cramping pain that would pulse against your bruised cervix. Your legs would tremble from the hot sensation and the previous abuse
•His hands would tighten around your hips as you began to lift your back off the bed, and press harder against his sloppy face. You can feel him chuckle against you as you start to reach your release, your hands finding his brown curly locks.
•He'd pull away just as you almost cum, making you spill a fountain of "No"s and "Please"s
•Begging, just like he wanted you to, because that means it was your idea after all
"What's the matter baby? I thought you weren't in the mood?"
•His fingers would push into your used hole as his tongue lapped at your clit. His eyes would be glued to your writhing body as you come undone before him.
•He'd crawl up the bed, hovering over you as you both catch your breath
"Do you feel better baby? Yeah, you did so good. Thank you for helping me feel better"
•He would help you clean up before pulling you close and running his fingers through your hair, and over your back and shoulders. He would give you little compliments that made you doubt that you weren't into it at the very beginning
"I love making you feel good, I'm glad you had a good time"
(Ahhhh nervous about using Tumblr again but i love writing here so much. Please send me some Rory characters requests. I love all your ideas🩷)
18+ content ahead, pure and absolute filth!! please don't read unless your comfortable with that!!
i just know that he's the cutest boy on the whole website, whatever it is that he might use. he has the most viewers too.
he's the same whiny boy that he always is, just so. much. more.
always using toys. dildos that stretch him out and make him wanna cry, vibrators with tons of different settings, ropes, handcuffs. anything you could think of.
but a staple in his stuff is always the lingerie, mainly the variety of different colored playboy bunny costumes.
he usual wears a plain old black one, with black fishnets too. but occasionally, just to spoil his audience, he'll where this cute light blue one with white fishnets and matching stiletto heels.
he's also very into shibari. he looks soo pretty all tied up in the red rope, around his chest and torso. sometimes he has it tied in a way around his thighs that keeps his legs held up, giving a full view of his hard cock.
something he likes to do when he has enough energy is over stimulation. of course, he does that a lot. but i mean, heavy over stimulation, if that makes sense.
^^nipple clamps, butt plug, a vibrator and cock ring on his dick. the way he whines is like no other, he's so loud and he cries. he can barely handle cumming twice, and he makes it to five times. it even gets to the point where his orgasms are completely dry.
he ends up getting super tired, but he keeps going. he barely has the strength to turn off the camera, so he just sits there, covered in his own cum as he keeps abusing his poor cock.
he cries and sobs so much, but he enjoys it even more than his viewers do. he also loves the attention he gets, he's an absolute whore for attention.
and that leads to people sending him things. new butt plugs, more fancy lingerie and all that stuff.
the stuff that fans send him is always used in videos or lives, especially if it's from a viewer who interacts with his content a lot.
he's mostly known for his dramatic reactions to different sensations, mostly because unlike most camboys and camgirls, you can just tell how real he is when he whimpers and cries.
sometimes, he likes to just lay back, get all comfortable, and fuck himself with a dildo for a little while. of course, he's always gonna be a kinky bitchboy for his audience, so it's one of them dildos that spurt out fake cum.
he's always getting filled up, he likes to challenge himself and see how much he can fit before it's too much.
ugh. and then after fucking himself with one of those dildos, you can fully see the fake cum dripping out of him and down his thighs.
when he ends a stream, he can barely even think straight. his brain is all fuzzy and he's just so fucked out. ♡
a/n: thats all for now. i feel like there was more i could've written but eh. i hope you enjoyed, bc i absolutely love sluttifying my favorite men 🫶
i think charlie is for sureeee a switch. and like i definitely think he’s always needy when he’s a sub. but like when he’s a dom omg he’s so….. like for one i can see him being a gentle soft dom/pleasure dom yk??? which like if he’s in a dom mood i think that’s what he would be most of the time tbh but i also see him being like really fucking rough too!!! like pulling ur hair a bit, degrading u and making u take it for him!!!! ahhh idk charlie is on my mind so so so bad rn lol
a/n: anon, you are speaking 👏 my 👏 language 👏. he just can't help but switch things up, he wants you in every way possible :(. this contains pretty obscene content and dialogue so.. heads up.
💟 nsfw - mdni 💟
harddom!charlie would be so mean :( and rough, too. he'd have you propped up on your knees in front of him, face shoved down into the pillows while he fucks into you from behind. one hand would be grabbing your hip so tight, the other pulling at your hair while he forces you to take him all. he'd be taunting you, too, ignoring how much you cry and squirm under him :(. saying things like, 'aw, it's too much? such a dumb slut, acting like you weren't just beggin' for it.' he'd shush your little sobs, slapping your ass and fucking into you even harder.
softdom!charlie would be so, so different. on those nights when you just needed to be close to each other, when it was all affection and romance, he would take such good care of you. he'd have you laid on your back, hands angling your hips up just right while he fucks you with heavy, slow thrusts. his eyes would be on your face, watching you fall apart under his touch, absolutely in love with the sight. he would lean down to put his lips near your ear, moaning and praising you adoringly. vulgar, possessive things like, 'fuck, you're so tight- such a perfect little cockslut, aren't you? all mine, you were just made for taking me, hm?' if you don't respond, he'll start speeding up just a little, cooing at you to answer him :(.
sub!charlie is a wholeee other story. he'd be so needy, so pliant under your touch. if you were being soft with him, he'd be so desperate, saying things like 'f-feels so good, fuck,' or 'just like that.. oh, thank you, tha- ahh.' he stumbles over his words so much, moaning and pleading for more. if you were being more rough, good lord, he's a mess. he'd be crying and begging against your shoulder while you ride him, overstimulated from filling you up over and over again. he'd whimper and whine and sob, one hand intertwined with yours while the other holds your waist meekly. his brain would shut off everything except the feeling of you ruining him, practically breaking the poor baby's mind :(.
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