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wait you guys have kind of convinced me to make my medplay ghostface ethan coded
don't worry freaks i'll find a way

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ok guys two new ideas
1. charlie walker minimal film rewrite turned smut in which the reader takes the role of kirby and charlie actually gets what he wants
2. ethan landry tutoring concept in which he's close to failing a class (idk if it'll be econ yet) and reader offers to tutor him and things get freak nasty !!
ok guys goodnight
new charlie walker smut idea...
i'm like if katherine plumber from newsies was a 21st century smut writer
i think the hardest part about writing fanfic for me is trying to keep the reader's description as vague as possible.
i'm not trying to pull any "crystal blue orbs and long flowing blonde locks" bullshit
so i get worried that my writing seems choppy because there's a lot of visualization and imagery i leave out
but it's a good writing exercise since i want to get better at imagery especially if i want to write a book

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y'know i really love the scene where charlie walker is tied to a chair and his mouth is taped shut...
i'm gonna write smut about that...
i so badly want to write a book
but i think i need to get my shit together with the fanfics i write before that
maybe take a creative writing class or something
i am like a puppy eagerly waiting my the door and wagging my tail for the kinktober 2026 release
i am going
to write a ghostface smut with medplay
but who to write it about?
decisions decisions...
i will be keeping ghostface ambiguous because the imagination is an amazing thing
i am going
to write a ghostface smut with medplay
but who to write it about?
decisions decisions...

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βΛΰΏ pairing: charlie walker x fem! reader
βΛΰΏ NSFW !! you are in control of the content you consume, read contents carefully
βΛΰΏ contents: sub! charlie, dom! reader, insomnia, pretty vanilla, handjob, non ghostface au, charlie is stupid, very fluffy, lots of consent, love confessions, dialogue heavy (i'm sorry), lowercase intended, a little aftercare,
βΛΰΏ alternative title: charlie walker's wholesome handjob
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charlie walker is what you could call a self-proclaimed insomniac. his sleep schedule was simply terrible. the world was simply quieter during the wee hours of the night; less overwhelming.
he'd stay up well past midnight versed in the latest films he rented from redbox. or, if not that, staring a hole into his computer writing a deep analysis about the film he just watched.
tonight had been especially bad. the alarm clock on his messy bedside table red 2:17 am. not that that was particularly late for him, but the previous night's sleep had been a mere four hours, and day sleeping simply wasn't in him. needless to say, he was exhausted.
it was the kind of exhaustion that prevents you from falling asleep at all. it was too quiet, his bed no longer comfortable. it was nearly enough to make him shed frustration tears. with a heavy sigh, he reaches for his phone. it was laughable to think anyone would be up at this hour. he sifts through his contacts.
robbie was out of town for the weekend and he wasn't close enough to anyone else in film club to bother them. he scrolls past acquaintances and old crushes he wouldn't dare call at such a late hour. but then he reaches your contact. you had been his friend since your kindergarten days. you always shared fruit snacks with him, chose to be his project buddy time and time again. and as you grew up, he was half shocked you didn't leave him behind for cooler, more popular friends. in his mind you were perfect for it. you were pretty, you got along with anyone, you were everything he wasn't. but you still came back to him anyway. you sat with him during lunch hour, invited him to hang out with your cool new friends. there was always a fluttery feeling in his stomach when you were around, but he shoved it far, far down. you were his childhood friend, he's not supposed to want you like that.
even so, he dials your number. it rings, and rings, and rings. just before he can hang up, though, you pick up the phone.
"char?" you begin sleepily, "why're you calling me this late?"
"i... i'm sorry i just- fuck- i can't sleep." he apologizes, hoping you won't be too mad at him.
"you feeling okay? are you sick?" you ask. the soft concern in your voice makes him want to sob.
"i'm just... overtired, maybe? i've been trying to go to sleep, but i can't. i need company."
"do you want to come over? my mom's out for the weekend with her boyfriend, so you can stay the night if you want." you offer.
"no- i couldn't- i can't ask that of you. y'know i, uh, i won't bother you anymore." he stammers.
"char, babe. come over. i don't mind. if it'll help at all, i want you here." you insist.
"okay, um, i'll be there in fifteen."
"take your time, i'll get some extra blankets and pillows for you. drive extra safe, 'kay?"
"mhm, i will, bye-bye."
"bye, char." you hang up the phone.
suddenly, his heart is beating one hundred times a minute. he'd never been invited over to a girl's house. he inhales deeply. you're just friends, you have been for a long time. you don't like him like that, you're only trying to help. with shaking hands, he packs a simple overnight back. toothbrush and toothpaste, pajamas, underwear, socks, anything he can remember. he takes his phone and keys from the bedside table, and walks down the stairs and out the front door.
the drive to your house is short and quiet. he fights back frustrated, tired tears the whole way there. and the suburban streets of woodsboro aren't exactly well lit, either. just charlie, his headlights, and a prayer to not fall asleep at the wheel.
thankfully, though, the drive was only a mere ten minutes. he parked his car a bit carelessly at the curbβ the front right wheel a bit too far away from the curb and the back right wheel up to the sidewalk.
hauling his backpack onto his shoulder, he walks up the steps to your front door. his hand hovers over the doorbell, hesitant to press it. what kind of man bothers a girl this late at night? even so, he presses it. the familiar jingle of your doorbell echoes inside your house, and it makes him cringe. thankfully you were the only one home; had your mom been home too he would've gotten an earful.
the doorbell jolts you from your partial daze. you jog to the alarm system set up in the downstairs hall closet and disarm it. you fumble with the front door locks but manage to get it open.
"char, hi. come in." you place a hand on his lower back, guiding him into your house.
"thank you for, uh, letting me come over and stuff." he thanks.
"it's really fine, i don't mind." you reassure, rubbing your eyes tiredly.
"m'sorry again for waking you up," he apologizes, the tiredness in your eyes making him feel even guiltier.
"stop apologizing, charlie. it's okay." you reassure again, a bit firmer this time. you take his backpack from him and bring him upstairs.
"there's a guest room at the end of the hall if you want to sleep there." you offer.
"oh, uh, okay. but um, i was wondering if maybe we could just, i don't know, hang out.. for a bit?" he asks.
"hang out?" you ask, no hint of mocking in your voice, just wanting simple clarification.
"y'know i just thought that maybe talking would tire me out?" he says, his voice barely audible.
you tilt your head to the side in acknowledgement, your hand following the tilt of your head as it turns the handle of your door to open. you flop down onto your bed, setting his backpack next to you. charlie, however, hovers beside it, as if too nervous to be in your room at all.
"you know where the bathroom is if you wanna put your pajamas on." you suggest.
"right, good idea, uh," he begins digging through his bag for the pajamas he packed. he pulls out some blue plaid bottoms and a worn stab t-shirt. he leaves your room for the bathroom just across the hall.
the harsh light of the bathroom makes his lack of sleep impossibly more obvious. the bags under his eyes were heavy and dark. he looked half dead. he rubs at his eyes aggressively, trying to look more awake. it's to no avail, though. now his eyes are red, too. he sighs heavily and leaves the bathroom.
you give a sympathetic pout to his tired expression and pull the covers next to you down.
"i, uh, i shouldn't-" he stammers. sharing your bed felt too intimate, something he didn't deserve.
"charlie walker," you begin, "i've known you since we were five. i promise i don't bite. come lay with me."
he goes to protest again, but the words stop in his throat. he bites his tongue and climbs into bed with you. but, he still keeps an awkward distance. he's rigid, almost hanging off the edge of the bed. you wrap an arm around him and pull him into you.
"don't act so afraid of me," you chuckle. he stiffens, but your soft caresses on his back relax him. he rests his head on your chest, looking straight ahead.
"how's your mom?" he asks suddenly.
"she's fine. she's not working as late which is nice."
"and her new boyfriend?"
"lot better than the last one. did i tell you that she broke up with her last one 'cause he tried to get her to sell the house?"
he looks up at you, "really?"
"mhm. she wanted us to move in with him. but he has a small, messy apartment. we'd barely fit. well, that wasn't the only reasonβhe was pretty shittyβbut that was kind of the last straw."
"damn, uh, i'm sorry about that." he apologizes.
"nothing to be sorry about. how's your family been?" you ask.
"oh, uh, same old same old. dad's on work trips a lot and mom's working night shifts now. don't see them all that much anymore."
your gaze softens, "oh- i'm so sorry char."
"nothing to be sorry about," he lets out an empty chuckle, copying your previous line, "but i've learned that i shouldn't live alone. i don't remember the last time i had a real dinner."
"you know, you could always just come over here for dinner." you offer.
"i... i could?"
"why not? you're always welcome over here, you know this."
he doesn't say anything, but he nuzzles into your warmth.
"are you feeling tired yet?" you ask, your voice a loud whisper. he shakes his head.
"y'know what? and sorry if this is too forward, but i read somewhere that the chemicals released in your brain after an orgasm can make you fall asleep faster." you mention.
"and why are you bringing this up?" his voice is quieter than usual.
"i don't know, have you ever thought about jerking off to go to sleep?"
"i-i guess not,"
"now don't freak out, but what if i helped you?"
"help me like how?" he asks, his voice incredibly quiet now.
"help you like give you a handjob." you deadpan. by this point he was red up to his ears. he doesn't say anything.
"hey, it's just an idea. no hard feelings if you aren't up for it." you reassure.
"i just... i don't want you to feel obligated to help me like that, it feels wrong..."
"i wouldn't be offering if i wasn't willing to do it."
"if you're sure then um... i guess we can try."
you give him a look, "i'm being serious, charlie. if you don't want to we don't have to. no maybe, no 'i guess', no 'sure'."
"i- i want to," he says, firmly this time, "i promise, i want to."
you kiss the top of his head, much to his surprise, "just close your eyes. i'll take care of you, 'kay?"
he nods, his body relaxing, albeit just a bit. you can feel his arousal through his pajama bottoms.
you reach over to your bedside table and open the drawer. in it, buried beneath some lavender pillow spray, loose cords, and gifted bookmarks sits a small bottle of lube. sample sized. he almost wants to laugh.
"where'd you get that?" he asks.
"got it as a freebie during a college tour. with condoms and shit." you open the cap and squeeze a bit on your hands. he shimmies his pants and boxers down just enough for his hard cock to spring out. he's about 6 inches, and fairly skinny.
"still okay?" you ask.
"mhm," he hums, looking up at you with pleading eyes.
your lubed hand softly cups the tip of his cock. his eyes squeeze shut, mouth falling open in pleasure. he lets out a choked whimper.
you start your pace slow and measured, pumping up and down the shaft with precision.
"feel good?"
he nods shakily, "c-can i kiss you?"
you lift his chin with your knuckle, bringing his lips to yours. the kiss is gentle, just more than a peck. you give a light suck to his bottom lip before pulling away.
"can i tell you something?" you begin.
"ngh- uh-huh," he whines.
"i've liked you for a long time."
"r-really?" nothing had ever been quite as shocking to him as this. in his mind you were always way far out of his league. he could never have pictured you feeling any more for him than as an old friend.
"mhm. you were always so sweet and considerate. and you're so cute when you ramble about all your movies. i could listen to you talk all day." your hand's pace quickens just a bit.
"why didn't ngh- you say anything?" he asks, his eyes teary now.
"i didn't want to scare you away. i really like having you as a friend, and i didn't want to risk losing it if you didn't feel the same way." you confess, thumb lightly squeezing his cock as your hand pumps up and down.
"c-can i tell you something now?" he continues, his hand gripping at the fabric of your t-shirt.
"mhm," you hum.
"i've liked you for- fuck- for a really long time," he copies your own confession. he always had a habit of mimicking you, "but uh, i was always ngh- too scared to tell you."
you plant a soft kiss to the top of his head, making his shoulders rise to his ears.
"suppose there's no need to hide it anymore, is there?" you tease, circling your thumb over the tip of his cock.
"p-please," he whines, body shuddering in pleasure.
"you're lasting long, baby. didn't take you for the type." you rib.
"what ah- what does that mean?" he sobs. his hips thrust up into your hand, his body reacting completely on its own.
"shh, i'm just teasing you." you half-heartedly chuckle. you loved him, yes, but that didn't mean he wasn't fun to taunt every now and then.
his back arches, a sliver of his exposed tummy grazing your knuckles. your unoccupied hand cards through his messy hair, pulling little strands away from his watery eyes.
"ngh- need t'cum... c-can i? please?" his eyes are wide and pleading, a few tears escaping to his cheeks.
you reach over to your bedside table again and take a couple tissues into your hands. you cup the tissues over his throbbing tip.
"there, we'll keep you nice and clean. we'd hate for you to get all messy before bedtime."
with a few more whines and whimpers he cums; thin, translucent ropes of semen shooting onto the wad of tissues covering the tip of his cock.
"shh, there we go. i've got you, char char. shh." you hush, guiding him through his orgasm. his eyes were heavy and half lidded, the spell of sleep slowly taking him.
"you did so good, baby," you plant a kiss to the spot between his eyebrows. the now soiled wad of tissues crumples in your hand as you toss it into a nearby trash can, nearly missing but finding its way in.
you find that sweet spot between his brows again, this time with your thumb, rubbing softly up and down and up and down again.
"i think it's time we go to bed, yeah?" you whisper. looking down at his face, you're quick to realize that he's already succumbed to the soft blanket of sleep.
you gather the top of the bedcovers in your hands and pull it towards you, draping it over charlie's shoulders.
"goodnight, sweet boy." you murmur, placing one last kiss to his head.
and a good night it was.
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guys they took scream 4 off of prime but it's okay i got it on dvd (with screams 1-3) the day is saved. i also fear i'm entering a bit of a rory culkin phase,, i just watched intruders and jack goes home and today i will be watching gabriel yahoo!! anywho i promise i'm trying to crank out my other drafts but i am struggling. dw though they'll be published soon.
working on a new charlie walker smut and it is so, so sweet
sorry guys i'm a sucker for soft sex
at the func but i'm dying to go home and write charlie walker smut
good evening
rewatched scream 4 instead of doing laundry
now i want to write a non ghostface charlie walker smut
in which he's an insomniac and gets fucked to sleep, loosely inspired by an ao3 fic i'm deep into rn
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βΛΰΏ pairing: ethan landry x fem! reader
βΛΰΏ NSFW !! you're in control of the content you consume, read contents carefully
βΛΰΏ contents: puppy play, sub! pup! ethan, dom! reader, praise, shoe riding/dry humping, collars, leashes, mommy kink, ethan is very loved, very gentle sex, cowgirl, nipple sucking, subspace, lots of consent, unprotected sex, cum used as lube
βΛΰΏ extra notes: sorry if ethan seems out of character. but no one is ever in character with a collar around their neck and a tail plug in their ass (there is no tail plug in this fic)
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everyone knew ethan landry as a goody-goody, maybe a bit of a recluse, but overall a sweet guy.
but no one knew this quite like you did. he was your puppy, your sweetest boy; never disobeyed your rules and lived to please you.
you had been away all weekβon a girls trip, you told himβand he had missed you so badly. for what's a puppy without his owner? he remembers vividly what you told him before you left.
no touching himself while you're gone.
and he was a good boy. he'd never disobey his owner. he spent his days inside your apartment, snuggled up in your plush bedding never daring to do anything more.
you'd finally gotten back from your 3 hour car ride home, lethargic but excited to see your ethan again. with a grunt, you lug your suitcase from the lobby, down the hall, and to your door. it's times like these that you're thankful for living on the bottom story. you swipe your keycard and push the door open.
"eth? i'm home!" you call, practically abandoning your luggage in the living room. you get no response back, but you don't think much of it. you venture into your room, figuring you might find him there. sure enough you did, snuggled up under your covers, holding tightly to a pillow spritzed with your perfume.
you couldn't quite bring yourself to wake him up. how could you when he looked so peaceful? you approach him and place a few light kisses on his cheek.
he stirs, letting out soft whimpers.
"hi, my baby." you greet, carding your fingers through his curls.
"mama," he whines, immediately leaning into your touch.
"i missed you so much, eth," you kiss his temple, "were you a good boy f'me?"
"mhm... was so good, mama. followed all the rules."
"always my sweet boy," you place a soft kiss on his forehead, "i've gotta do some work on my laptop. i'll be in the dining room, 'kay? sleep a little while longer."
"okay, mama," he mumbles. you gently pet his neck, concealed by a baby blue collar, then leave the room shutting the door behind you.
he obeys, his body quickly succumbing once again to sleep. but only about 20 minutes later does he emerge from your room. he walks to you groggily, rubbing at his eyes. he kneels down and rests his head on your lap; his favorite place to be.
"need you, mommy..." he whines, slightly grinding his erection against you.
"no, baby, i'm not done working."
"but mama..." he cries, shoving his face into your thigh.
you can't help but feel a little bad for him. he had been so good all week and just missed you so much. you look at him sympathetically.
"i'll make you a deal," he perks up; if he had a tail it'd be wagging, "you can get off, but mommy's not gonna help you. you can ride my boot, then when you're done, you'll go into the bedroom and get ready for me, 'kay?"
his face instantly lights up; he's very easy to please. he positions his legs on either side of your foot, his hard on resting on the vamp. but, ever the good pup, he doesn't move. he looks up at you with hopeful, begging eyes, chin resting on your knee.
"such a patient puppy." you praise, gently carding your hair through his curls.
"please, mama... need to feel good..." he begs. it's hard to resist his puppy eyes.
"you can play, honey. you have permission."
"thank you, mama..." he slowly begins grinding on your covered foot, relishing in the feeling of friction against his aching erection.
his movements aren't hurried. they're slow, wholistic in a way, as if he wants to savor every moment of the pleasure he feels.
you continue to work, but are only able to commit half of your concentration to what sits in front of you, your mind wandering to the feeling of your sweet puppy pleasuring himself on you. one of his hands grips softly at your thigh and the other clasps over his mouth. he's trying so hard to be quiet for you, to not disturb your hard work.
he can feel himself inching closer and closer to his climax. his ruts became faster and sloppier as he chased his high.
"are you close, puppy?"
he nods fervently, "pl-please... please let me cum..."
"cum for me, baby. such a good boy." you praise, now turning all your attention to him, scratching his scalp.
he cums nearly exactly on command, as if possessed by your words. he whines as sticky white semen coats the inside of his boxers. his arms wrap around your waist, burying his head into your tummy.
"do you need more, honey?" he simply nods, words now too much for his muddled brain to handle.
"c'mon baby, mommy will take care of you." you gently lift him up to meet your eyes, but his gaze remains cast down. you cup his cheek, and he melts into your touch.
you lift him into your arms and carry him to your bedroom, trying not to struggle under his weight. despite his shy demeanor, he's a rather buff and heavy guy. not easy to carry. nevertheless, you ease him down onto the plush mattress, the new weight causing the bedding to wrinkle beneath him.
"do you want your leash, baby?" you ask, gently stroking your thumb back and forth on his cheek.
he simply nods, his head too far up in the clouds to form words. you let go of him temporarilyβmuch to his dismayβto grab a baby blue leash from the dresser. you hold down the clasp and attach it to his collar.
"so floaty, huh? do you want more?"
he nods, giving you the sweetest puppy eyes.
you place a tender kiss to his lips as your hands move to the elastic of his boxers. wrapping two fingers underneath the waistband, you slowly ease them down his legs. he whimpers lightly, his cock springing out and slapping his tummy.
you strip yourself of your own clothing, discarding them near the laundry hamper. you climb on top of him and wrap your legs around his waist .
you cup his cheek with your hand, "still okay, baby?"
he nods, "please, mama..."
you take his cock in your hands, guiding his spent down the shaft to act as lube. but you give it a few extra pumps for good measure, rewarding you with high pitched whines from the puppy below you.
you position his cock at your entrance and slowly sink down, making it about halfway before you have to pause. prepping yourself would've been a good idea, but you were hasty, and the instant gratification was hard to pass up.
"y'feel so good inside me, baby. so big f'me."
you manage to sink all the way down, not without releasing a sharp gasp at the feeling of fullness welling up inside you.
"feel okay, puppy? okay for me to move?" you ask.
he nods, unable to muster the words. you begin slowly grinding your hips, even and paced. you take his leash into your hand, wrapping it around your hand and gripping it tightly in your palm.
you pull the leash towards you, causing his body to lift. he leans his head back as an aching whine escapes his throat. you grind deeper on his cock, your hips thrusting almost dramatically.
you can feel yourself gradually reaching your climax, but your rhythm doesn't relent. your eyes squeeze shut and your jaw falls open slightly.
"fu-uuck, mommy..." ethan cries, hands reaching up to grab your hips.
"you know the rule, honey."
"can't cum 'til mama says so..." he recites.
"such a good puppy." you praise.
you pull on his leash again as that all-too-familiar knot builds up in your core. you moan lightly, your free hand finding his chest. he whimpers at the contact, even more so when your fingers find his sensitive nipple, rolling and pinching it with practiced care.
"g'na make mommy cum, baby. y'make me feel so good."
"please cum, mama... need t'feel you..." he begs.
you climax, as if on demand, releasing a high pitched gasp from the back of your throat. you lean your body down and place a tender kiss to his forehead. he flips the two of you over without warning. with a yelp, your body flops down onto the mattress. his form lays atop yours, his head against your chest.
his lips settle a millimeter away from your breasts; he looks up at you expectantly.
"please, mama..."
"my sweet boy, always asking permission," you kiss his head, lining your nipple up to his lips. he takes you in his mouth, softly suckling. despite the vulgarity of it all, he looks so innocent like this. completely at peace in your embrace, like nothing can hurt him. he thrusts into you weakly, as if he's chasing catharsis instead of orgasm.
"i love you so much, ethan," you declare, "i'm so lucky that you're mine."
little tears well up in his eyes, but his suckling and thrusting don't relent. you take his free hand in yours and gently kiss the back of it.
"such a precious boy. my sweet puppy." you praise.
"mama," he whimpers through suckles.
"can you cum for mommy, my love?"
he sobs, "m'close, mommy!"
his thrusts turn sloppy again, filled with need. you give his hand a gentle squeeze, kissing his knuckles. he pulls out and grinds his cock against your clit. he knows better than to come inside; he's well trained.
with a quiet sob, he cums again. ropes of thick, white semen coating his lower half. he buries his face in the crook of your neck, letting out a few more soft whimpers.
"shh, you did so good f'me, baby." you praise, petting his curls. he hums into your neck, breathing deeply.
"do you still want your collar on?" you ask. it was always a toss up what he wanted after sex. he nods.
"love you, mama..." he murmurs.
"i love you too, eth, so, so much."
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hi guys sorry the ending seems kind of abrupt i literally could not think of another way to end it. and boo hiss yes i know ethan seems out of character but like is anyone ever "in character" when they're acting like a dog? didn't think so. anywho i'm still working on my quinn and charlie ones but they've been a slow go. trust me they'll be done soon.
you can say you're serving ethel cain inbred realness but that just means you sleep with no underwear on