please i need him so bad its genuinely unhealthy😖😫
a/n: thank you for this anon. i will be thinking about this for a while. i hope you enjoy! i wanted to try my hand at writing sub!charlie, i hope thats alright!
cw: sub!charlie, gn!reader but they have some thicc thighs, slight begging, one instance of hair pulling, calling charlie a slut
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charlie’s been known to whine when he gets needy. you’re used to it by now. you’d be doing something important and he comes in blubbering about how much he needs you. in today’s case, you’re sitting at your desk writing an important work email. your mind is completely focused on getting this out in time that you don’t hear the door creak open.
“baby?” charlie’s voice is just above a whisper as he stands in the doorway.
you don’t hear him, continuing to clack away at the keyboard.
“baby,” charlie tries, this time his voice a bit louder.
“yes love?” you ask, not taking your eyes from the computer.
“need you,” charlie’s voice comes out way needier than he expects it to.
“i’m busy, sweetie.” you reply, pausing to take a look at him.
charlie’s cheeks are flushed and there’s a sheen of sweat on his forehead, some of his hair sticking to it. he looks desperate and pathetic, just how you like him. you weren’t particularly dominant or submissive before your relationship, but hearing how whimpery charlie got when you two fucked, it was hard not to dominate him.
“i-i’ll be quick, promise,” charlie pleads. “you don’t even have to stop working.”
“i’m listening,” you say, crossing your arms on your chest.
him bargaining when needy is nothing new. he gets desperate and dumb and can only think about you. he thinks with his cock sometimes, but you wouldn’t have him any other way.
“i could fuck your thighs,” charlie continues. “you have that standing desk too so you don’t even have to stop working. please, baby.”
you turn to your desk and charlie deflates slightly. but as he sees it slowly raise up, he can’t help the grin that breaks out on his face. you stand up, tugging your pants down. charlie’s eyes nearly bug out of his head at the sight of your ass. he’ll never get over how good it looks.
“get lube baby.” you order, turning back to the computer.
you smile to yourself as you hear charlie scramble to his room. he comes back quickly, breathing heavily as he uncaps the lube. you don’t need to look at him to know that his hands are shaking. you turn around to help, only to find charlie with his pants around his ankles and cock at attention. you can’t help but laugh at him.
“baby, you look pathetic,” you say, running a hand through his hair.
charlie leans into your touch, cock twitching.
“let me help,” you add, taking the lube from his hands.
you’re quick to apply lube to your thighs, right at the spot that he usually grinds against. you don’t touch his cock mainly because of the fact that he might cum from the touch alone. you turn back to the computer with a smile.
you don’t say anything, knowing that charlie is shaking in need and waiting for the okay to jump your bones. he’s breathing heavily, fingers twitching as he looks at your thighs. he fucking loves your thighs.
“go ahead, angel,” you say with a smile.
soon, charlie’s hard cock is sliding effortlessly between your thighs. you focus on the email that you’re drafting, occasionally flexing your thigh muscles to make him whimper. he’s whining away, balls slapping against your thighs. you finish the email haphazardly, sending it along to a coworker before turning your attention to the boy between your thighs.
“hang on,” you say, reaching back and stopping charlie’s movements. “let me turn around so i can see you.”
you turn around quickly, placing his cock between your thighs again. he watches where you two are connected before you cup his jaw and force him to look at you. his eyes are glassy and he’s flushed.
“so good for me,” you praise. “that feel good?”
charlie nods quickly, some hair falling in his face.
“so good,” he blubbers. “feels s’ good.”
you tug on his hair, making him let out a pathetic noise. he loves being manhandled like this, especially when he’s only allowed to fuck your thighs. it places him beneath you, and he absolutely loves it.
“pl-please,” he whines, voice wavering. “please let me cum for you.”
“you’re already about to cum?” you tsk. “let me hear how desperate you are.”
charlie lets out a mewl, shivering as you lean down and bite at his neck. “please (y/n), please let me coat your thighs,” he begs. “i’ll leave you alone for the rest of the day, please just let me feel good for you.”
you look at him and his eyes are wet. a sign that he’s truly at the brink. you don’t want to be too mean to your boy, so you nod.
“go ahead, charlie,” you whisper against his ear. “make a mess for me.”
with one pathetic wail, charlie cums. thick white ropes shoot out and land on your floor as charlie holds onto your shoulders for dear life. he slumps against you as his thrusts slow, his breath against your neck.
“th-thank you,” he whispers. “thank you.”
“you’re welcome, my slut,” you smile, running a hand through his hair.
charlie clings to you for a moment as you kiss him gently. he loves you so, so much, and even if he isn’t going to say so with his softening cock between your thighs, he’ll make sure to whisper it to you later that evening.
“oh and baby,” you continue, making charlie look up at you. “you’re gonna need to clean up that mess you made, so go ahead and do that.”
you make your way to the bathroom, knowing that charlie will make that area spotless as you shower.
Description: Set in the world of The Last Of Us, Ashley DuPont has been surviving on her own for six years now, and she has felt no need for a traveling partner. None, whatsoever… until a certain blue-eyed damsel in distress needs some assistance in the Protection department.
Disclaimer: This story is a multi-chapter explicit fic set in a zombie apocalypse. There will be gore, eventual NSFW content, as well as mentions of rape and SA (no graphic depictions). Read at your own discretion. MINORS DNI.
Word Count: 3,284
A/N: AAAA it’s out finally!!! i hope you guys like this! i’m realizing i should have specified that this fic is mostly sfw with eventual smut sorry guys😭 and sorry for the ugly formatting too, i’m still learning tumblr mechanics as this is the first time i’m posting work anywhere other than AO3 lol.
Chapter 1 : Hunger
To be frank, Ashley had never thought of herself as a very ethical or otherwise righteous person.
Or even a good person, really.
Ashley was ruthless. She’d been that way since she was young. Raised by an ex-soldier-boy with a twisted savior complex; forged by his teachings… born into a world that’d been utterly eviscerated long before she entered it, and would likely remain that way long after she was gone. Kill or be killed, eat or be eaten; be the dog that consumes, not the cannibalized pup. That was what she’d been taught ever since she was old enough to comprehend language.
Her body count—in only the most lethal sense of the term—had to’ve been in the hundreds, not including infected, and she wasn’t even thirty. She’d killed her first fellow human at seven years old, with a knife no less, when the asshole had tried to stick his hand down her pants while she was sleeping. It was the first time her father had said he was proud of her.
All that to say, Ashley was a ruthless killing machine, who trusted no one and who traveled strictly alone now that her old man had kicked the proverbial bucket.
But the scene playing out in front of her… it had her questioning things.
A group of humans—non-infected’s—were all taking turns chasing someone around a large building which used to be some kind of industrial shop. It was a twisted game of cat and mouse. Ashley had seen this group before… had the misfortune of having run into them a couple times. They were idiots who liked to play with their prey and take in the ones who proved resilient. Those who didn’t were typically slaughtered in violent, and often painful ways. She’d already taken a third of their group out before they finally threw up the white flag and stopped their pursuit. Hence, she supposed, why they were actively trying to torture this sweet looking guy who’d only wanted food.
Ashley was perched precariously on the rafters, staring down at the scene, battling internally on what the hell she should do. On the one hand, she wanted to leave these assholes to their own devices and let them do whatever the hell they wanted… but on the other… she wanted revenge for the slowly-healing stab wound in her thigh, and taking away these assholes’ prey was enticing.
But when she saw tears in the victim’s eyes, it surprised her how immediately she came to a decision. She was going to save this pathetic motherfucker even if it meant taking another knife to her good leg.
Ashley silently scrambled over the rafters to find a good, hidden vantage point, then loaded her bow. With an eye always kept on the victim, she drew back the string and fired on the nearest hunter, pinning his head to the wall behind him. Blood and brain matter covering ugly dark blue paint, jaw slack, body limp and hanging from the arrow. Ashley loaded the second one right as she saw the victim of the chase drop and slide behind some kind of counter. A terrible hiding place.
She launched another arrow into the skull of a woman that came sprinting around the corner. The hidden victim peaked his head out just in time to see it, then immediately ducked back behind the counter. Ashley counted twelve more hunters… she only had ten arrows, minus the two she’d just launched. If she could somehow grab those, and get back up to the rafters..? No, that’d take too long.
“Tyler’s dead!” A man’s voice yelled. “Who the fuck let him get a bow?!”
“He doesn’t have one!” Another man replied. “You think we’re dumb enough to leave a long range fucking weapon where he could find it?!”
“Then who the fuck shot Tyler with a fucking bow and arrow?!” The first man replied, sounding even more outraged now. Ashley made sure she stayed hidden, string drawn just in case. She resisted the urge to free an arrow and shoot one of them in the middle of their sentence, just to scare them, but she knew it gave the victim a better chance if she stayed hidden… much to her internal disappointment.
“I don’t fucking know! Start searching the goddamn area, and Ryan, make sure that little starving freak doesn’t get away!”
Ashley watched the group scatter, except for one man who seemed to be watching the counter with his rifle. No one else was watching him. Christ, were they amateurs?
Well… it was good news for her, at least.
She surveyed her surroundings to find a place she could drop from without hitting anything on the way down. There was a large open space where the building’s roof had caved in, just five feet behind the asshole with the rifle… honestly, it couldn’t have been more perfect. While Ashley adored hand-to-hand combat and confrontations, any situation that required stealth was where she could truly shine. Despite her body being almost entirely muscle, the muscle was lean and she knew how to carry herself to be lighter than a feather. She was light on her feet, gentle with her hands and downright fucking vicious when she had the upper hand and no one to protect but herself.
Once she was sure the coast was clear, Ashley fastened the bow to her back and drew a knife. She scooted to the very edge and dropped down silently... she ignored the searing wave of pain that vibrated throughout her right leg from that stupid stab wound.
Keeping her head on a swivel, Ashley tip-toed up behind the gunner and pounced. Knife to the jugular, hand over his mouth, forcing him to choke on his own blood. She thrusted her fist forward, knife tearing his throat wide open, and waited to drop him until his body went limp. She wiped the knife on her uninjured thigh and cautiously stepped forward, looking to see no one else within eye or earshot. Seriously… fucking amateurs.
Ashley padded over to the counter and leaned around to see him, the victim, curled up on the floor. He was staring at her like she’d just slaughtered his first born child; Ashley fought back a laugh. She simply held one finger over her lips and held her hand out to him.
“What the f-“ he started, but she emphasized the finger on her lips.
“Do you want to survive or not?” She hissed, and he barely hesitated. He lunged, taking her hand firmly in his own, and she yanked him toward her. “Follow me and do everything I say if you want to live.”
The victim nodded once, and Ashley took that fleeting moment just to look at him. Light brown hair, watery blue eyes behind a pair of glasses. While he wasn’t particularly thin, he did look rather pale and sickly. He needed food and clean water, but… he was also well-groomed. She could tell just by looking at him that if he was alone now, he hadn’t been for very long. He used to belong to a group. Did he get separated from them?
These were questions she could ask later. For now, she needed to focus on getting him the fuck out of this place.
Ashley drew her bow once more, then turned to the stranger behind her. “Stay here for a second.” She sprinted silently back to where she shot the first guy and wrenched her arrow from his head, then did the same with the woman, and hauled ass back to square one. “You’re damn lucky I scoped this place out before I came inside to see who the hell was making all that noise.”
“Why are you helping me?” The stranger asked, and his voice was so quiet she had to strain just to hear it. Oh well; it was better than being too loud.
“Because I’ve run into these assholes before and I’d do just about anything to ruin their fucking day,” she replied simply, even though a part of her knew she was lying… if only a little.
“Oh. Fair enough.“
Ashley loaded her bow string with a dirty arrow and kept it there, walking slowly through the building. She whispered over her shoulder, “There’s a back room we can get into and lock once we’re in there, with its own door up to the roof. There’s a fire escape ladder on the side of the building. How weak are you?”
“Uh…” the stranger winced. “I’ll suck it up.”
Ashley let loose a puff of breath through her nose, almost a laugh but not quite; “Good.”
Voices surrounded them. “Nothing here!” and “Keep fucking looking!” Strings of loud curse words and disgusting vitriol. With every abrupt shout, Ashley noticed the stranger behind her flinch violently. She fought the urge to hold his hand; not only did she need both hands, but she was also a bit horrified by the urge itself. What the hell had gotten into her? Feeling the need to comfort a pathetic dumbass who got himself stuck in a shitty situation… she must’ve really lost it this time.
Eventually, they got to the back room. Ashley turned the knob and pushed it open slowly. She stepped aside, letting the stranger in first, then followed behind and shut the door as quietly as she could.
Ashley moved quickly, pushing the roof access door open and sprinting up the steps. When she noticed her Damsel in Distress start to lag behind, she grabbed his wrist and yanked him up faster. “If you want to survive, you need to fucking move it.”
“I’m sorry,” the stranger whimpered, holding onto her wrist now, like a lifeline. “I haven’t eaten in days, I…”
“If you move your ass and we both survive, I’ll make you an actual hot meal,” she whispered angrily, hoping the promise would fuel him. It seemed to work well enough; the stranger gripped her a little harder and she didn’t have to pull as much.
Once they got to the roof, she was thankful to see it empty. The sun was setting now, casting an orange glow to the scene. Ashley ran along the edge of the roof, surveying the perimeter… only to find the majority of the group were all still inside and with just two pairs of assholes guarding the building’s only ground-level exits. Neither of which were on the same side as the ladder. Idiots.
She reached into the small bag on her back and grabbed one of two unopened bottles of vodka.
“What the hell are you gonna do with that?” The pretty brunette stranger stared at her incredulously. Ashley just rolled her eyes and grabbed a balled up piece of cloth, unwrapping it to reveal a lighter. “Oh… I don’t really know what I expected.”
Ashley unscrewed the top to the bottle and shoved the rag inside, then tiptoed over to the edge on the opposite side of the ladder. She turned to him and spoke firmly, “You go watch the other two fucks. When I drop this, I’m immediately gonna hit the floor so they can’t see me. You’re gonna look over the edge to see if the other assholes come over here to check what’s going on. If they do, give me a thumbs up. We’ll fucking book it to the ladder, then make a beeline for the trees and drop into the bushes. There, we’ll wait until we have a good opening to run as fast as we can. Got it?”
“Got it,” the stranger nodded. He was about to make his way to his position, when he paused. “Wait. What’s your name?”
“Why?” Ashley glared.
“Just in case we die here. I… I’d like to not feel so alone when I do,” he replied.
For a moment, Ashley stared at him, analyzing his expression. His explanation sounded like some cheesy sad bullshit, but his expression was dead serious… the fear in his icy blue eyes made her heart lurch. He was being genuine. Had she been wrong? How long had he been alone? As long as she had, maybe?
“Ashley,” she replied after a pause of her own. “You?”
“Charlie,” he answered, and she watched as the muscles in his face softened. “Thank you.”
Ashley nodded. The name suited him.
They took their positions over the edges of the roof. With a lighter in hand and molotov ready, Ashley took a deep breath in preparation.
The two men standing in front of the shop’s entrance were kicking a rock back and forth. They were mumbling to each other, half in normal speak, and half in military jargon. Because of course they were ex-military…
“When are they gonna be finished?” One of the men grumbled to the other. “At some point they’re gonna need to get their fangs out. I’m tired of chasing after these pathetic assholes.”
“We need more like that spit-fire we hit last time,” the other man replied, and Ashley sneered. They were talking about her. “She was a fuckin’ bitch, but she was hot. I’m still mad we couldn’t get close enough to have our fun with her. You seriously don’t want a piece of that ass?”
Yeah, Ashley was gonna savor the smell of their burning bodies.
“Negative. I like my bitches submissive.”
Those were some interesting last words…
Ashley lit the end of the cloth and dropped the bottle behind the two assholes, directly between them. She watched the bottle explode over the two men, glass shattering and flames spreading across their arms and faces. She hit the deck and looked over to Charlie; he turned to look at her, then gave a thumbs up.
With that, they took off to the opposite end of the building. Charlie went first, then Ashley followed, dropping down as fast as they could. Charlie may’ve been weak, but he was fast, at least. Once they hit the ground, Ashley sprinted past him, grabbing his hand and dragging him along behind her. She’d be damned if she lost him after she just fucking saved his life… that would’ve been a fucking waste of her time.
Once they were past the tree line, Ashley turned to see no one. She continued running at an angle, knowing exactly how to get to her shelter from here. She just had to play it safe, make sure they were far enough into the brush that those assholes wouldn’t see them…
“Are we far enough away?” Charlie asked, keeping his voice quiet as they reached a depth to where they could barely see the building anymore. It was getting dark, but she could handle the dark; a flashlight would only give away their position.
“Yes,” Ashley nodded. “They shouldn’t be able to see us anymore… and it’s getting dark. Just keep following me.”
“Okay,” Charlie replied. “I don’t think I said thank you yet.”
“No. But it’s not necessary,” she muttered quietly, holding a branch aside for Charlie to grab and walk past. “So what’s your deal? How did you run into them? I heard them talking about you looking for food.”
“I’ve been sort of holed up in one place for a while,” Charlie explained. He scooted past the branch and then gently let it go. “I sort of got separated from my group a month ago, and I was injured… it’s a long story. I don’t really know how to survive on my own because I’ve always had my group, and I wasn’t one of the foragers or hunters. I’m a decent scavenger, but… everywhere I look recently has been picked clean. I saw that group and thought I recognized one of them.”
“Yikes,” Ashley sighed, “that’s an ugly mistake to make… I’m glad I found you when I did.”
“Yeah.” Charlie nodded solemnly, playing with his fingertips like they were suddenly the most interesting thing in the world. “I have no idea what I’m gonna do now.”
Ashley thought for a moment. She couldn’t possibly tell him to stay with her… she was always on the move, and she had no idea where he was going. Or if he even wanted to go anywhere. Could she even handle another person staying with her? Another mouth to feed, another person to protect?
Yes, she could. But did she want to…?
“What about your group? Are you gonna try and find them?” She asked simply, looking over at Charlie, whose expression was saddened.
“We had an agreement,” he began. “If one or more of us ever got separated from the group, we’d all keep moving… try to keep to the same designated paths and hope we bump into each other on the way. Or meet each other there.”
“And this goal place is…?” Ashley questioned further as she vaulted over a fallen tree.
Charlie followed suit, moving at a slower pace but still with finesse that told her he was no stranger to navigating forests. “It’s a commune down in Wyoming. Apparently they have electricity, food, a whole society down there without the military overrunning everything.”
Ashley frowned. She’d never heard of this mysterious commune… but then again, she supposed she didn’t have people to hear about it from. She’d been alone for such a long time. It had been a while since the last time she saw a place with actual electricity, and most of the ones she had seen were completely militarized. This commune sounded too good to be true. And Charlie’d barely lasted a month, staying in one place, before he got picked out by a group of hunters. If this commune was really out there, Charlie would probably die before he could even get close...
At the very least, Ashley would let herself consider accompanying him to his destination. After all, she’d just saved him. It’d be a waste if she just left him to die now. For fuck’s sake. She couldn’t believe she was considering this… but the way he looked at her, the acceptance of death in his eyes. It sparked something within her, a protective urge, and as much as she desired to carve it out and throw it away, she couldn’t bring herself to.
Suddenly, she remembered what he’d said earlier. He was injured.
“How badly were you injured?” She asked, and Charlie took in a deep breath.
“Almost on the brink of bleeding out,” he said. “My group got attacked by a horde and I ended up trying to climb out a broken window. The glass was thicker than I thought it was and when I stumbled, it stabbed clean through my side. Barely managed to stitch it up myself with a first aid kit.”
Ashley stared at him for a brief moment before she focused her gaze forward again, keeping her eyes on where she was walking.
“Well, color me impressed,” she shrugged. “Not everyone has the balls to stitch themselves up from a wound like that. Are the stitches still in?”
“Yeah. I don’t know how long they’re supposed to be in there,” he replied and Ashley bit the corner of her lip. Damnit.
“Once I get you some food, I’ll take them out for you,” she replied. “Stitches should only be in for less than two weeks.”
Charlie was playing with his hands again as he walked beside her, keeping pace despite his weakness. “Thank you,” he said quietly, and Ashley met his blue eyes. It was getting dark enough that she wouldn’t be able to see them anymore soon…
“You’re welcome,” she said. “It’s getting dark now. Stay close, okay?”
Summary; You’re going to show Charlie just how special he is.
Contents; P in V, slightly degrading words, praise, slight mommy/momma kink, unprotected sex, handcuffs used, reader uses she/her pronouns, baby/baby boy used by reader a ton, Charlie has a slight pain kink, overstimulation, slightly mean reader, black girl reader.
Charlie was feeling down, Y/n was just such a pretty girl. The way her hair flows, her pretty white teeth flashing anybody who made her giggle.
Her soft, light brown skin. It felt like silk against his fingertips. Oh, how bad he loved Y/n.
He didn’t know why she liked him, he was so basic, an insane nerd, just a boy weirdly obsessed with horror movies. Although thats the exact reason why she was so obsessed with Charlie.
The boy was just so different from what she was used to. Men always wanted her to submit, even though that’s not how she saw fit. She liked seeing them squirm, pout, beg. It made that familiar feeling pool in the pit of her stomach.
Y/n had never admitted it though, but he knew. Charlie always knew what she wanted, it’s like he could read her mind.
Both of them were sitting down on the couch in Charlie’s living room. She was straddling him, while the boy softly sobbed in her chest.
“Baby, Shh. Please tell me what’s wrong.” Her soft words only helped him a little bit, the girl knew she was wrong, but Y/n couldn’t help but feel a heartbeat as she watched him cry.
Looking back up at her with teary eyes, he shuffled while his hands stayed tight on her waist.
Y/n dressed up to see her boyfriend, she almost always did. Soft black curls in her hair, a white cropped tank top, and an oh so tiny mini skirt.
Underneath, a matching set was shown. It was Charlie’s favourite color on her, soft blue. He could see it through his glazed over eyes, it wasn’t his fault when his dick jumped.
Tilting his head up by his chin when he shamelessly looked down, her brows furrowed, “You gone tell me baby? Or am I going to have to make you?” Her voice came out condescending, a fake pout landing on her face.
He whined, the poor boy whined, “Please.” Raising a brow she huffed, “Please what Charlie?” Hating when she called him Charlie, he huffed.
“I.. I just don’t know why you like me. You know you could have anybody, but you chose me. It just doesn’t seem real.” She knew he was gonna keep talking so she hushed him up.
Y/n pulled her shirt off, it was slow but fast. The girl knew the minute he saw her lift a bit of her clothing off his eyes would widen, biting down on his lip.
Clicking her tongue, she frowned, “Little Charlie, I know I could have anybody. The thing is, I only want you.” Y/n could feel his dick twitch below his jeans, the bulge pressing against her clothed cunt.
“Y-You do?” He sighed, trying to hold in his whimpers. His girlfriend nodded her head sweetly, but there was a hint of teasing in her actions.
“Of course I do baby! You’re just so… wow. I love you baby, you know I do. You also know how upset you make me when you doubt me. Don’t you charchar?”
Charlie nodded, licking his lips that ran dry, “Words make me happy baby, you know this.”
“I know, m’sorry.” Patting his cheek twice, she smiled. That pretty little smile that made his stomach turn. His eyes never came up to meet hers, stuck on the blue laid out covering her chest.
“Can you take it off? Please.” She knew what he was talking about, oh but how cute is he when he begs.
“Take what off? So vague baby boy.” The way his grip tightened on her waist, she knew her baby was getting needy.
Every time he tried to kiss her she moved her face, only adding on to how bad he wanted his momma.
“Please take your bra off mommy, I won’t doubt you ever again.” Giggling, she leaned in cutting the gap off between the two.
They were made for each other, Charlie loved the way she tasted. Y/n smirked into the kiss when he opened his mouth for her, letting her tongue explore.
When she pulled away for air, she didn’t think before biting his lip while pulling away. Softly chuckling when her poor baby whines loudly.
“Y/n please, p-please.” The way he looked up at her with those sad eyes, he was so cute.
His dried tears, with his plump pink lips.
“Only cause I want to.” She unclipped her bra strap, letting it fall before tossing it beside them.
He could feel himself get close, the familiar feeling in his stomach, the way he could almost see white.
“I’ma cum, can I cum? Oh fuck, please please.”
Y/n guided his mouth towards her nipple, letting out a sigh when he immediately got to work. Licking, sucking, softly biting.
“I just love your mouth baby, nobody else makes me feel the way you do. You’re so good to me.” He didn’t hide the moans and whimpers falling from his lips.
The boy knew just how much she liked to hear him, every noise he made. They only got louder once she grounded her clothes cunt on his sensitive cock.
“No.. no, stop. I’m gonna cum too fast please, you know I’m gonna cum fast.” Even the tight grip on her hips didn’t stop how fast she moved, she threw her head back trying to keep the small amount of pleasure she got going.
The way he begged made her happy, could even make her cum. It just wasn’t enough, that was until she felt herself clench around nothing when a warm liquid made its way to the tip of his pants.
“Oh shit, Im sorry. Mommy please, I’m sorry.” She scoffed, she didn’t remember giving him permission.
He looked like he was fucked dumb, even though she barely touched him.
“Wow.. and here I was thinking you were good.”
He instantly felt like crying, he didn’t wanna disappoint her, “I-I can go another round, I’ll be good for you, please I can take it.”
His hands fell to his sides, sniffling quietly. So when a whine escaped from his lips Y/n looked up, her eyes lighting up when she saw her boy with tears in his eyes.
“Crying cause you’re a bad boy? Oh, I’m so sad Charlie.” Clicking her tongue she shuffled off his lap, standing up and looking down on her pretty boy.
Hair ruffled, cheeks coated with blush. Cute, yes he is.
“I’ll be good, c’mon mommy let me show you,” She pushed his hands down when he tried to lift them to pull her towards him, “No Charlie, let me show you.”
The boy below her nodded his head, he just wanted to be good. So when Y/n got on her knees and unbuckled his jeans, he pulled his hips up so she could take both his boxers and jeans off easier.
His tears have been dried, but they started pooling again when she scratched his thighs with her sharp french white tips.
“Mm, It hurts Y/n.” Her eyes met his as she massaged where she scratched. Her wetness growing when she saw how red the marks were.
“You want me to st—No! No, please please don’t stop, fuck please.” She ignored the interruption, a small smirk growing on her face.
Charlie loved the way her lips looked, all plump and juicy. He loved when she let him cum on her lips.
She could see right through him, exactly what he wanted, “You wanna nut again on mommy’s lips baby? Let her taste you?” He frantically nodded, his breathing growing heavier just thinking about.
“Mommy likes words baby, you know this.” Wetting his lips, Charlie felt like he was on cloud 9, “Yes fuck, please oh please.”
He hadn’t even been touched yet, already begging for relief. The boy hadn’t even gone soft, standing hard and tall for his only girl.
When her cold hand came in contact with his hot needy cock, he couldn’t help but feel more tears trailing down.
“Why you being such a crybaby?” Her question went unanswered as her hand only stroked his tip, “I-I can’t go much longer, so close.”
“That doesn’t answer my question CharChar, you want me to put back on my bra?”
“No! Don’t do that t-to me, I’m good. Aren’t I being good?” She couldn’t help but shake her head, trying to keep her laugh in but failing.
“S’mean.” Her ears perked up, “Mean? I’m mean? I’m touching you right now aren’t I? Tell me again whose mean.” The squeeze on his tip along with the way her nipples were coated in spit, his spit. It was all just too much, it and her words made his stomach turn.
“M’close, mm fuck I’m close. C-Cumming, oh shit I’m cumming!” Y/n milked him through his high, moving up closer to make his wish come true. She didn’t lick her lips until he came to, his eyes glazed over just watching her.
He tasted so good, everything about Charlie was so amazing, it was crazy he doubted the way she felt about him.
“You wanna kiss baby?” His whole body shuddered when she kept going. It hurt so good, he would truly do anything for her, anything she asked.
Nodding, he let her take control. She always took control, another thing she was obsessed with.
Y/n’s lips slightly moved more experienced then his, he was a good kisser. Although when she was stroking him at the pace she was, he couldn’t help but fall behind. Mumbling straight nothings against her lips.
Didn’t even wanna breathe, chasing the feeling of her plump lips against his, “W-Wait, shit.” She hummed, accepting his question.
“Wanna taste you again.” Y/n shrugged, her lips wrapping around his tip making him jolt up, almost putting his whole length in her mouth. She didn’t mind, loved when he was eager.
“Sorry, I’m sorry pretty.” Humming around his cock, a whine escaped from him, it was painful, but he liked it. Oh, how bad he loved it.
“I’m gonna cum again, can I in you? Wanna make mommy feel good.” She smiled, nodding. Y/n knew he would nut so quickly, but then she would just use him. Use him for her pleasure.
“Take your shirt off baby.” He wiped his tears away, doing exactly as she asked. Charlie was a pretty fraile boy, but Y/n liked it. How pale he was, how fast she could mark him.
She was gonna slowly pull off her skirt, but he stopped her. Looking up at her with his big blue eyes.
“Can you keep it on?” Y/n pulled her panties down, locking eyes with him, “Magic word?” He couldn’t speak when she got back to straddling him, ignoring his needy cock and kissing on his neck.
“C’mon, don’t be a pussy. What’s the magic word Charlie.” He hated when she called him Charlie, only did when she was upset.
“Please mommy, keep it on?” Her giggle made his heart beat so fast, she always laughed during sex. It made it not so awkward, just cause Charlie was always nervous.
She didn’t want him to be too loud, so when she brought him in for a kiss it was only to muffle the loud groan that left his lips when she slowly sunk down his length.
When she sat down at the bottom, she let him adjust to the feeling of her suffocating his worn out cock.
“C-Can you move now? Please move, I don’t know how long I’ll last. I’m sorry.”
“Mm, don’t be baby boy. I love you okay? Only you.”
He nodded his head fast, not able to reply. It got worse when she started moving, her movements being so fast and so meaningful.
“Fuck Fuck Fuck! Im so close.” He pouted, Charlie was always loud. Too loud sometimes, they got a knock on the front door once.
So when she covered his mouth with her hand, it wasn’t exactly to shut him up, just muffle it.
She kept her movements as she talked to him, he loved when she talked to him. Y/n didn’t need him to answer, just needed him to listen.
“I love you CharChar, only you. Nobody makes me, fuck. Nobody makes me as happy as you do. My forever boy, don’t need nobody else but you baby boy.” He whimpered against her hand, the feeling of hot tears seeping onto her palm.
A loud moan escaped her lips when she felt him shoot up into her, “You’re such a good boy, my good boy. I just, shit, I love you baby.”
Her climax was approaching and that’s when she went faster. Knowing he was probably crying due to the pain, she wanted to reach it as fast as possible.
“Ima cum, oh fuck Ima cum!” He twitched inside her when he heard her moan his name as her liquid coated his dick. Every time she clenched around him he sobbed, the pain and pleasure mixing.
Ok so this thot has been in my head since you asked if Charlie's hands were tied from the photos I sent you: imagine you riding him while he has his hands tied so you can't touch you. You're on top of him and he's more vocal when you ride hom
sub!charlie anyone?
idk the underlying reason he’s in this position but he’d be just so whiny and just wants to touch you.
maybe he’s been away and broke the one rule of not touching himself?
A/N: not gonna lie this is literally just porn with plot 😂 basically no storyline just smut, and i’m not even sorry about it (i am sorry that its not super long tho, i just didnt feel like i could add anything else?)
as i mentioned in the first one, the reader can be any age you want as long as she’s older than 22, i mentioned that she was 30 but it’s up to you
also sorry for the super awkward ending, i didnt know how to end it lol
You couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment that you and Charlie had begun to make your way into your bedroom, just like you couldn’t exactly pinpoint when you had both gotten undressed, Charlie fully and you only left in your lace panties.
All you knew was that somehow you had the boy who had been following you around with puppy eyes for months, laying on your bed, spread out, as naked as the day he was born.
And somehow you were in charge.
You’d never properly explored your desire to dominate someone before, but the way that Charlie was looking up at you with hopeful eyes, basically begging you to make a move, you figured you were about to get a very quick lesson in it.
You looked at the boy on your bed, and he pouted slightly, causing you to grin.
“Are you sure you want this?” You checked. Charlie nodded eagerly.
“I’m positive.” He confirmed.
“Okay.” You nodded, heading over to your wardrobe and grabbing out a silk scarf, spinning around with it in your hands.
Charlie’s eyes lit up.
“Yes.” He said quickly. You raised an eyebrow.
“You don’t even know what I’m gonna do with it.”
“I don’t care. Tie me up, blindfold me, gag me. I’ll be content with anything.” He begged.
“Jeez.” You muttered under your breath. What were you getting yourself into? “Okay, what would you prefer?”
Charlie hesitated for a second.
“Tie me up? Please?” His voice was quiet and you smiled, walking over to the bed and grabbing his wrists. You looped the scarf around his wrists before tying them to the post in the middle of your headboard.
“Does that feel okay?” You questioned, and he tugged experimentally before nodding.
Now was the time for the real fun. You lent down to kiss him, hesitating slightly.
“If you want me to stop at any point, just say...” You trailed off, glancing around your room. Your eyes landed on a painting of a watermelon. You turned back to Charlie.
“Just say watermelon, okay?” You told him and he nodded.
“I promise.” He said, before pushing himself up as best as he could to connect your lips with his in yet another heated kiss.
Your tongue slipped into his mouth and he moaned. Spurred on by his reaction you flung your leg over him and straddled his waist, deepening the kiss when you felt his hard dick pressed against your panties.
You grinded down onto his dick and Charlie gasped into your mouth. You pulled away slightly, grinning at how fucked he already looked.
“You like that baby?” You teased. “You want me to do that again?”
“Please.” He begged, and you repeated your actions before, watching as he threw his head back at the feeling of pleasure.
“If you keep doing that I’m gonna cum.” He warned you. You smirked, grinding into him even harder.
“Y/N.” He whimpered. You reached out to run a hand through his messy hair.
“Come on baby, cum for me.” You instructed and he released with a moan, cum coating his stomach. You swiped some up with your finger, before sucking it off as Charlie watched with wide eyes.
“Hmm you know what I want to do?” You asked, lifting your hips up. You shifted backwards slightly, positioning yourself with his thigh between your legs.
“I think I’m gonna ride this pretty thigh of yours.” You started to move your hips, your stomach fluttering at the feeling of pleasure caused by the friction and you watched as his dick began to harden again, and you almost grinned at his impressive stamina.
“I want you to.” Charlie told you, finally finding his voice again and you smiled gently as you continued to grind against his thigh.
“You’re such a good boy, letting me do what I want.” You complimented. Charlie bit his lip.
“Anything.” He said, his voice almost a whimper. You raised an eyebrow.
“Anything?” You repeated and Charlie nodded quickly.
“Take anything you want, I’m all yours.” He told you. You couldn’t believe this was the same boy who annoyed the shit out of his cast mates, and flirted with you until he was blue in the face, now a whimpering mess underneath you.
“Such a good boy.” You praised, and he blushed slightly.
“Y/N.” He whined, and you grinded down into him harder.
“Yes baby?” You asked. He hesitated.
“Could you please ride me?” He questioned, his voice small. You lent down and kissed him gently.
“Have you been a good boy?” You muttered against his lips. He nodded.
“Yes I promise I have been.” He babbled. You smiled, kissing him again.
“Then I guess I can reward you by riding you.” You agreed.
“Thank you.” He said quickly and you kissed his cheek before sitting back up.
“First things first.” You said, climbing off him to remove your panties.
“We start the scene in reverse.” He mumbled and you giggled. You pulled open your top drawer, grabbing out a condom. You tore the packet open before turning back to Charlie and grabbing his dick, rolling the condom on.
Once it was on you climbed back on top of him, kissing him again.
“You ready?” You asked. He nodded, and you slid onto his dick slowly, making sure not to hurt yourself.
Once you were fully adjusted you lifted your hips slightly before giving an experimental drop back down onto his dick.
Charlie moaned, and your stomach fluttered. There was no way you were going to last much longer if he kept making noises like that.
You lifted up again and slid back down, repeating your actions to set a steady rhythm. He lifted his head slightly and you lent down, sucking a bruise into his neck.
“So everyone knows tomorrow on set that you’re mine.” You told him, kissing the red skin gently. He whimpered.
“All yours.” He told you. You connected your lips, moaning into his mouth when you felt him slam his hips up.
“Do that again.” You demanded, and he obeyed, thrusting his hips up to match your movements. His dick hit your g-spot and you could feel your orgasm rapidly approaching.
“Right there baby.” You told him. “I’m so close.”
He thrusted again and you moaned loudly.
“One more baby, you’re doing so good.” You praised.
He thrusted again and you felt yourself fall over the edge, cumming as he thrusted up. The feeling of your walls clenching around him was enough to send Charlie over the edge for his second orgasm.
You rode out your highs together, and then after a long kiss you lifted off him gently.
You rolled the condom off him, tying it off before tossing it into the bin next to your desk, before you turned your attention back to Charlie.
Quickly you sat back down onto the bed, untying his hands and placing gentle kisses on his slightly red wrists.
“Stay here.” You instructed, walking into your bathroom. You quickly went to the toilet, in attempt to avoid getting a UTI, before grabbing a facewasher and soaking it in warm water.
Entering your room again you approached Charlie, who still hadn’t moved on your bed, and you gently cleaned the cum off his stomach and dick.
“You okay?” You questioned softly. He nodded.
“Exhausted.” He admitted. “Come snuggle?”
You placed the damp facewasher on your desk, before climbing onto your bed next to Charlie.
“How does a quick nap before dinner sound?” You asked and he nodded sleepily, snuggling into your side. You wrapped your arms around him and pressed a soft kiss to his head.
“Goodnight Char, sweet dreams.” You whispered, but it was too late.
hey! glad to see you back. if it's alright with you, may I request some sub!charlie goodness?
SURE CAN
(I love sub!Charlie because how can anyone not love sub!Charlie)
Have some HCs for this wonderful guy
Charlie definitely acts like he’s able to shoulder the world on his own, which can be a good thing, on occasion. That being said - he needs more love and intimacy than almost anyone you’ve ever known, and you’re more than happy to give it to him
Soft kisses all over his cheekbones when he gets home from a long day at work - snaking all the way down to his neck, nibling at the soft skin there until you form little bruises to his collarbone
Spoon feeding him yogurt in the mornings when he insists he’s too busy to eat. He opens his mouth like a baby chick while you’re eating your strawberry yoghurt and waiting for the coffee to be done, and you’ll happily oblige him by giving him several scoops. You always insist he eat his own, but nope; he’s “too busy” for that
Sucking his cock in the shower as he tries to wash his hair: fisting at his locks as he tells you how much he loves you, how much he needs you - lets the water wash over you both as you greedily drink down his cum
Fucking him hard in front of a mirror; twisting his face to watch how he squirms and comes undone beneath you. Hard muscle reduced to a trembling mess as he keens, toes curling and nails digging into your back
Notes left in his jeans pockets in the mornings. Little reminders, new poems you’ve found. Just his name, sometimes, written with care to show you’re thinking of him
Meeting him at work for lunch some rare days, and taking him backstage just to make out with him. Pushing him up against a wardrobe rack and fisting his shirt, nipping his collarbone as he pants in steady breaths - cock hard in his jeans as he ruts against your thigh, whispering your name into your hair
hi there! if you're taking requests (if not, apologies), could you possibly do a thot with sub!charlie?
Always am, it’s just wether it take me 3 days or 3 months to reply 😅
Unf sub!Charlie. Yesssss ma’am I like it.
Some thots.
- Your inner mistress pays Charlie a visit once in a while. Always when Henry is away. The fun can last hours.
- Charlie is a switch. Sometimes he just needs to be dominated. Teased mercilessly, bound, gagged and blindfolded.
- The blindfold is the most torturous for him. He is a visual man. He loves watching you. Your face, your body. He has to earn his sight back.
- You love surprising him after work, in your strappy leather outfit, waiting for him. Sky high heeled boots that still don’t bring you up to his height.
- It is thrilling to watch him stop in his tracks, frozen, waiting for you to waltz over to him, like a good boy.
- He knows if he touches you he will be punished, but sometimes he can’t help himself, his large hand brushing your exposed butt cheek. You suspect he does it on purpose.
- You purr sinful words in his ear, he tries not to squirm as you straddle his lap, his erection desperately needing to be released from his trousers.
literally open to hearing any sub!charlie thoughts you have have at all times
Me: breathes
The people: HEARDYOUTHINKINGBOUTSUBCHARLIE
You're right and you should say it
I've written a thousand of these, but I'll write a thousand more
Because just imagine Charlie - tied up to the doorframe, ropes on his hands as his head hits against it with a sharp sound. The way he'd lick his lips as you unbutton his shirt; the way his eyes would widen as you'd free his cock from his jeans, springing free and throbbing with want. The way he'd struggle against the binds, blood pounding in his veins and jaw working at his tongue. The way he'd lean closer when you'd run your hands over the muscles of his chest, pushing back the fabric to admire the taut rivers of gorgeous work he's put into himself
How he'd try to stifle a gasp when you take him in your hand; soft at first, just testing the shaft as your other hand cups at his balls. He'd bite down on it, try to find presence in it. Try to breathe through his nose, even as you kiss at his collarbone and he tries, limply, to capture your lips in his
How the walls would rattle when you mounted him against the frame: the way his hotel room would shake, plants falling from the shelves when you bit down on his lip and promised him, in the way your hands lingered by tugging the fabric of his nearly torn-off shirt - that you'd be back again, somehow. To claim him all over again
But Charlie would have to be fine with these stolen pieces, for now. And maybe that'd be half the fun, in the end
All things have to come to a final act; that much he knows. Curtains draw as you undo the ropes on his wrists, and even though he's mad to kiss you endlessly - he saves it
In the hope you'll come back, and add an encore to a scattered promise
