(it feels so good to be back with a rory fixation !! hai besties β€οΈ minors do NOT interact. NSFW content ahead)
Euronymous -
Euro is very clingy. He HAS to have his hands on you somehow in public. He is always playing with your pussy whenever he is bored. He needs everyone around him to know you are his. Even if you were just at a restaurant eating dinner, his two middle fingers will slide into your panties. He likes watching you try to stay composed. It's a sick game to him.
He is a very strict dom
Knife kink
He likes to degrade you, calling you every name in the book. (His aftercare is pretty sweet, though.)
Has a hunter/prey dynamic kink. Euro organized sessions where he will give you a couple of minutes before running and hiding around the house. If he finds you, he fucks you. The animalistic thrill of being found by him is like no other and you feel strangely more connected to him.
The sounds of him calling your name out and taunting you. He lets you think you got away, knowing where you were the entire time.
Will fuck the attitude out of you (even if you didnt mean it, he would still put you in our place)
Jack Thurlow -
He loves torturing you. He will keep you in the same spot for hours, his face between your legs and his tongue deep in your sloppy cunt. He loves having you fall apart and get so blissed out and babble nonsense.
He is a whore for slow sex, he loves to savor you
Since he has an office job, that means lots of phone sex! Calling him when you are at home, he can always tell in the way you sound that you need him.
Keeping him company under his desk while he works on his computer during late nights.
He has a breeding kink. After cumming inside of you, he will pull out and start fucking his cum back into you with his fingers.
Will talk you through your orgasm. Lots of, βI know, babydoll, let it go fβmeβ¦β βThatβs it, sweetheart, just like thatβ¦β The look of hunger he gets whenever he makes you cum.
One night he went through your laptop and found out youβd been looking at sex toys. He bought you one or two, wrapping it up as a present for you. He only gave one warning when you opened them, βYou are only allowed to play with them when Iβm watching.β
Loves car sex. He is obsessed with fingering you while he drives. He likes taking road trips just for this reason.
Charlie -
He is the best kisser. He will make out with you for hours before even thinking about taking your clothes off (he is also not very experienced, so just being able to be close to you makes him cum in his boxers)
He is an obsessed, possessive freak. Before dating, he used to peer into your windows and watch you fall asleep (he was addicted to watching you change, and catching you with your fingers in your pussy made his night.)
HE LOVED PERIOD SEX!! He has a blood kink cos he is ghostface duhh
He is a switch
He is a soft dom, and lives for your pleasure. So if you are a pillow princess, good news !! He can spend the entire night between your legs, and will get off just being able to taste you.
But he loves being under you too. He has a HUGE mommy kink, and got all shy whenever he confessed to you.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
β Live Streamingβ Interactive Chatβ Private Showsβ HD Qualityβ Free Actions
Free to watch β’ No registration required β’ HD streaming
Rory Culkin Masterlist π΄± Main Masterlist π΄± Taglist π΄± Reading List π΄± Pinned Post π΄± Moodboard side-Blog
A/N: Follow-up to a request I got. Y'all can find the Euro/Pelle/Faust version here
Euronymous
If it was just the two of you in your shared apartment (as opposed to his bunk at Helvete), and Γystein found you curled up, napping in bed, he'd chuckle under his breath and nestle himself behind you. He'd get himself situated, spooning you and burying his face in the back of your neck. This fucker absolutely loves cuddling and he'd end up wrapped around you so tightly that when you wake up, you won't be able to get out of bed until he wakes up and is convinced to let you go after some grumbling and whining.
Ollie Sway - The Song of Sway Lake
If Ollie came home and found you napping, especially if you were wearing one of his shirts, he would just die. He'd crawl into bed with you so eagerly that he'd probably wake you up while trying to get cuddled up to you, then shush you and tell you to go back to sleep, pulling you into his chest while apologizing for waking you up.
Clyde - Electrick Children
If Clyde found you napping in his bed during the day, I think he'd stand guard by the door to make sure that nobody wakes you up. His 'apartment' really isn't the quietest place with the most considerate tenants, so he'd be worried about someone bursting in and waking you up, especially if you really needed the sleep.
Charlie Walker - Scream 4
If anyone on this list is gonna watch you sleep, it's gonna be Charlie. I can totally see him pulling up a chair and watching for a while before eventually crawling under the blankets with you. He can't help himself. You just look so soft and vulnerable when you're asleep, and he rarely gets to see you looking so peaceful.
Danny Cooper - Intruders
Danny Boy would melt if he saw you curled up, taking a midday nap in his bed. I think he'd just let you sleep and check on you every few minutes, poking his head in to make sure you're still sleeping soundly while he quietly wanders around the apartment cleaning up and getting a little snack ready for you when you wake up.
Jack Thurlow - Jack Goes Home
I think that if you're dating and living with Jack, you're probably really used to falling asleep alone and waking up with him next to you. I think he'd be considerate about not waking you up and would just drape an arm over your waist if he wanted to sleep too.
Mike - 5lbs of Pressure
I can picture the way that Mikey's breath would hitch in his throat if he found you sleeping in his bed. Mostly, it's the cutest thing he's ever seen, but he's also glad that you feel safe enough in his room to just fall asleep like that. He'd be tripping over himself to get next to you and lie there listening to your peaceful, soft breathing while looking up at the ceiling with a goofy smile on his face.
Gabriel - Gabriel (2014)
Sweet boy Gabe would be so careful not to wake you up. He'd probably spend a good few minutes pacing, trying to decide whether or not he should risk waking you up by getting into bed with you. He wants to. Of course, he does, more than anything, but he'd overthink it for sure. If he did decide to risk it, he'd move so slowly and carefully that it would probably take him an hour to settle.
The house was dark, besides the few floral scented candles placed intentionally all around, whatever you two were eating sat left on the kitchen counter, wine bottle near empty. How you found yourself tangled together was a blur, of sharing secrets, laughter and soon soft spoken words.
Jack lay back on the vintage couch, his head propped up by the arm rest, his hands snaked around your thighs and back to your ass. He had his eyes knit shut as if opening them to the sight before him would kill him. You kept moving your hips, your hands cupped at his tear stained cheeks, wiping away a stray that trailed down the soft pink of his skin.
''Jack...I want to see your eyes...please?''
You cooed, biting back a moan when you finally got to see those grey-blue crystals. His lower lip slot between his teeth, eyebrows furrowed when he trailed his sight down, gasping at the near filthy sight of his cock slipping into you, letting out a moan when your hips lifted again- much slower this time.- seeing the webs of slick connect you two.
''I don- I can't...fuck, you're so perfect.''
He practically sobbed, his arm thrown over to cover his eyes as more tears came flowing. The sight of you on top of him, in his shirt, your heat devouring him whole each time your hips plant down against his. It was too much for him.
He cried, pulling you down to lay on his chest, kissing the side of your head over and over while he thrust up into you, hissing at how you began to squeeze around his length. You were drunk on the way he moaned your name, the way his cock twitched after every whine of his name, the way his hands tried to find purchase on your skin, trying to ground himself amidst the storm of pleasure. Professing his adoration over and over.
summary - jack thurlow was your drug dealer, and you found some other way to pay him for your drugs since you'd ran out of cash
word count - 3.7k
themes include - afab, dom!jack, sub!female reader, fingering, spit, slapping, mentions of drug use/purchasing of drugs, p in v, cum eating, multiple orgasms, hair pulling, degradation - use of the word slut/whore, (i think that's all??)
here you stood again for the second time this week, waiting impatiently on jack's porch.
"jack!" you whined, knocking on his door harder than usual.
the door swung open, and jack appeared with a cigarette between his plump lips. his gaze narrowed slightly as he saw you, a lazy grin spreading onto his face. taking the cigarette away from his lips, he cocked his head to the side. "back again? startin' to think you might have a thing for me or something."
you sighed a breath of relief as he opened the door, shaking your head at his comment. "no...i just uh...do you have an eighth?" you asked, your eyes watching him hopefully.
he looked at you quizzically before nodding his head slowly, widening the door so you could step inside.
you shut the door behind yourself then followed him upstairs to his room where he kept his drugs. he pushed open his bedroom door, tossing his cigarette out of the window and sitting himself down on his bed as he reached down for a large tin box.
"eighth you said?" he murmured, glancing up at you briefly.
you stood idly by the door, nodding at his words. "if that's okay, yeah.."
he looked back down at the box, shoving the gear into a small clear bag for you. "$30", he said, placing the box back under his bed and looking up at you expectantly.
your hands fumbled with the pockets of your sweatpants, your face falling slightly as you came to the realisation. fuck..
you gave him a small nervous glance, an anxious laugh slipping past your lips as you pulled out a couple of coins. "do you think i um... i can give you the money in a couple of days?" you asked, eyes meeting his again.
jack huffed a laugh, leaning back slightly on his bed. "you know i don't do that shit" he murmured, toying with your bag of gear between his fingers. "you pay me now, or you get nothing".
your teeth clamped down on your bottom lip, looking down at the coins in your hands. "come on jack, you know i'll give it to you eventually.." you say.
his head tilted to the side, an almost smug grin on his face. he shook his head slowly, his wavy strands of hair framing his face perfectly in the dim light of his room. "i can't have one rule for one, and one rule for another can i?"
you sighed, deciding you should just come back when you had the money. but before you could even voice your exit, jack spoke.
"there's another way you can pay though, if you know what i mean.." he murmured, sitting up slightly on his bed.
your head tilted to the side a little, before you realised what he actually meant. your throat tightened suddenly and you shook your head. "no that's okay... i'll just- i'll come back when i have enough" you say, turning towards his door.
jack shot up off his bed before you even had the chance to turn around fully, his hand catching your shoulder. he slowly turned you back around to him, the smell of weed, alcohol and a faint cologne lingering on his body. you hesitantly met his gaze as he pulled you back into his room, his voice a hushed murmur as he spoke. "you don't want the weed?"
you felt your back being pressed against his bedroom door as he used you to shut it, trapping you inside. your heart rated fastened as you stared up at his face. "well yeah.."
"so pay me.." he murmured, his other hand moving up to brush some of your hair away from your neck. his thumb traced the soft skin of your throat down to your collarbones.
a shaky exhale left your nose as he leaned down, almost as if he was breathing in the faint smell of shampoo from your hair. he could sense your hesitation, making the excitement build up in his chest and maybe elsewhere. "oh come on.." he half laughed, one hand coming up to trace your lip with his thumb. "could wrap these pretty lips around something else that isn't a joint for once.." he murmured, his thumb pressing into your mouth.
that action was enough to send flutters to your abdomen, your pussy clenching around nothing. you moved your head to the side, brushing his thumb away so you could speak - his hand falling to hold your jaw instead. "promise you'll give it to me?" you asked him.
he grinned slightly, his eyes falling to your lips as you spoke. "course i will". he pressed you up a little harder against the door, sliding a knee between your thighs as he manoeuvred your face with his hand. "pretty.." he murmured as he looked at the different angles on your face, before he leaned down and pressed his lips against yours.
your hands trembled as you placed them on his shoulders, his mouth salvaging yours. he groaned slightly as you touched him, pressing his knee harder between your thighs. your body shivered in his grip. you didn't want to seem awkward, but you were just always so nervous around him...
with the grip he had on your jaw, he tilted your head to the side and began trailing hot kisses down the soft skin of your throat.
a small whimper left your lips, pulling your head back from his grasp so you could speak. "jack, i've never.." your voice trailing off as his lips reached your collarbone.
he paused, straightening up again and looking at you with parted lips. he grinned, eyebrows furrowing. "you're a virgin?" he murmured.
you nodded, hands still on his shoulders.
he stood still for a moment, like he didn't expect you to be before shrugging nonchalantly. "so? i'll be gentle i promise," he said, then dipping his head back down into the crook of your neck.
you wanted to believe him, but the weird glint in his eyes as his mind conjured up a number of different filthy ideas of what he wanted to do to you said otherwise.
before you could even try and gather your thoughts, his hands were on your waist and tugging you over to his bed. he sat down on it, looking up at you as he kept his hands on your waist. his eyes slowly and shamelessly ran over your body.
"strip" he said simply, hands dropping from your body and into his lap.
your heart was pounding against your ribcage as you looked down at him, lips still wet with his saliva. "jack.." you murmured hesitantly. you did not imagine your first time being like this, and with jack of all people.
he shook his head, picking up your bag of weed and swinging it gently in front of you. "you want the weed, don't you?" he said.
your eyes flickered between his awfully hot face and your drugs, sighing to yourself. your hands grabbed the hem of your shirt, tugging it up and over your head, letting it fall on the floor.
jack bit his lip as he watched you, eyes immediately dropping to the exposed skin of your torso. he threw your bag of drugs on his nightstand, a slight smile forming on his face. "good...do it slower, wanna see you.."
you shivered again at the tone of his voice, feeling the damp in your panties growing embarrassingly by the second. you hooked your fingers into the waistband of your sweatpants and slowly, at his request, let them fall down to your ankles. you stepped out of them, eyes looking at jack.
his lips parted as he watched you, semi-hard already in his boxers. "those too" he murmured, watching as you paused and nodding towards your underwear.
you swallowed, your throat feeling dry. one hand reached behind you to unclasp your bra and let it slide down your arms until it was on the floor with the rest of your clothes.
jack inhaled a sharp breath as you revealed your tits to him, licking his lips as he watched you like a man starved. without giving you the chance to take your panties off, he tugged you by your arm onto his lap.
a quiet noise left your throat and he immediately crashed his lips onto yours. the kiss was wetter than the first, more desperate and messy.
one of jacks hands wormed their way up to your hair and tugged your head back, making you wince. "shh.." he whispered, pressing his lips against the hot skin of your neck and nipping at it.
meanwhile his other hand slid over your tits, rubbing his thumb around each of your nipples. he groped your ass soon after, grinding you into him a couple of times.
he moved quickly, shifting the two of you so you were underneath him - your head on his cushions. he was still kissing you, his tongue practically down your throat as his hands were all over you all at once. you couldn't help the moan that fell past your lips as his rough hands cupped your tits again.
he leaned back on his ankles at the sound, taking the time to look down at you. his eyes slowly slid down to your thighs, grazing his hands over them. he glanced up at your flustered face as he began pushing them open. "didn't take you for such a slut...giving your virginity to your dealer for some drugs?" he spoke lowly.
'oh that was hot..' you thought, his degrading comments doing nothing but making your pussy drip even more against the fabric of your panties. "shut the fuck up.." you spoke back, earning a small laugh from him.
he nudged your hips, guiding you to lift them up so he could pull your panties down your thighs. your cheeks were completely flushed as he did, completely bare in front of him now whilst he stayed fully clothed.
he held your panties up on his forefinger, like he was holding up a trophy. that was until he spotted the glistening damp. his cock twitched at the sight, eyes moving to you again. "seriously? i haven't even touched you yet" he spoke, before shoving them into the back pocket of his jeans.
his attention was finally on you again, slipping out of his shirt and throwing it carelessly on the floor. he leaned over you again, one hand beside your head to hold him up and the other on your throat.
he kissed you again, sliding one finger down your body until his hand reached between your thighs. but he didn't touch you fully yet, purposely teasing you. he used the same finger to trail around your inner thighs, not giving you exactly what you needed.
"jack, please.." you murmured against his lips, one of your hands touching the warm skin of his torso.
he pulled back his head slightly, breath mingling with yours. "what was that?" he murmured, so obviously trying to rile you up. he trailed his finger down your left inner thigh, so so close to your pussy.
you released a shaky breath through your nose, hips involuntarily bucking up into nothing. "please.."
he could definitely get addicted to this. he didn't kiss you again yet, his eyes gauging your reaction as he finally glided one finger down the slit of your dripping pussy.
one of your hands reached down to grab his wrist, already overly sensitive. "oh fuck.." you whispered as he slid his finger back up.
his cock twitched under the fabric of his clothes, pushing your hand away from his wrist. "no touching" he spoke against your ear, tapping his finger against your clit with barely any pressure. your hips bucked against his finger, lips parting at the sensation.
he dragged two fingers along your slit, then brought his hand up over your face to make you look at the glistening juices which coated his fingers. "look at that.." he cooed teasingly.
his words had your pussy clenching around nothing, feeling helpless. he pushed his forefinger and ring finger between your lips. "suck them," he murmured, watching as your lips wrapped around them. "mm good, a good whore.."
you moaned around his fingers embarrassingly. he removed them from your mouth, taking a moment to look down at your spit coating them before he placed them back on your dripping pussy. his two fingers began a slow pace around your clit which had you writhing in seconds. small pleas and whimpers as well as the lewd, wet sounds from between your thighs filled his room.
his slow pace didn't last very long, his fingers moving faster in a rhythmic pattern against you. you bit down on your bottom lip, back arching into his touch. "mmf, f-fuck.. jack," you whined.
he looked down at your face, his eyes dropping briefly to your pussy, as he stayed leant over you. "close already? pathetic,". he moved his fingers down, probing at your hole. "you want this?" he murmured, moving his head down towards the crook of your neck. you nodded your head, one of your hands reaching for his hair. "please" you whispered.
he bit down on your neck as he pushed his fingers inside of you. the walls of your pussy began to sting at his relentless pace. the mix of pain and pleasure had you writhing beneath him. "s-slower! please!" you whined.
he only bit you harder, lapping his tongue at the marks he'd left afterwards. your thighs tightened around his hand, desperate for both a release and for him to slow down - you weren't sure anymore.
but just as you thought you could get close to a release, he stopped.
you gasped as he pulled his fingers out of you, both in relief and disappointment.
he lifted up away from your neck, holding your eye contact as he sucked his fingers. this again had you clenching around nothing, flutters in your lower abdomen.
he finally leaned back fully, his hands roughly pulling at his belt. "gonna fuck you like the dirty little slut you are," he murmured. he practically ripped his jeans off his legs, kneeling over you in just his boxers.
your eyes dropped to his cock which was straining against the thin fabric. you weren't sure under the dim light, but you were sure you could see the tip of him leaking. when you looked back up at his face, he had a grin plastered on his lips like he knew exactly what you were thinking.
"nervous?" he asked, grabbing your wrist and making you feel him over the fabric.
you swallowed, a quiet moan leaving your lips as you felt him. 'there was no way he'd fit..?' you thought to yourself. "maybe," you replied quietly.
his hands were on your shoulders, pushing you back down against his bed. "good,". he removed his boxers, finally freeing his aching cock.
he shifted between your legs, his hands on either of your thighs and pushing them apart. his lips parted at the sight of you, your pussy dripping onto his bedsheets. he leaned down for a moment, spitting on your pussy - not that it needed it anyway and then used the tip of his cock to spread it around.
you whimpered at the contact, hands gripping the sheets in anticipation beside you. "you're gonna take it.." he murmured, tapping his tip against your clit. "aren't you? you fucking whore?"
you moaned at his words, your heart thrumming against your ribs so hard it almost hurt. your hips bucked up against him. "yes.." you whispered.
"good," he said. he pumped his cock a couple of times, groaning quietly under his breath as he lined himself up. he glanced up at your face for a moment as he slowly began pushing himself inside of you.
"oh fuck.." he mumbled, lips parting as his eyes slid down to watch himself entering you. you gasped at the stretch, eyes squeezing shut at the unfamiliarity.
he pushed himself fully inside, releasing a shaky exhale as he held himself still for a moment. he began pulling his hips back, then thrusting forwards again - rocking into you.
you bit down on your bottom lip as you whimpered. jack leaned forwards over you, one hand still keeping your thighs spread. "shh, its okay.. just take it,". his hips began thrusting into you faster now, quickly getting lost in the feeling of your pussy.
one of your hands fell onto his shoulder, pressing your nails into the skin and leaving faint crescent marks. he moaned quietly, his eyes moving to watch as your tits bounced with every thrust. he moved his head down, sucking on one of your nipples and tracing his tongue around it. you moaned at the feeling, bringing up one of your own hands to cover your mouth - embarrassed at how loud you were being.
he lifted his head back up, his hips not faltering even once. you felt yourself getting closer, your pussy tightening around his cock and your chest arching up into his. he pressed two fingers into your mouth again, giving you something to suck on so you'd stay quiet. "noisy little slut.." he murmured, using his free hand to lift your hips higher. "you getting close already?"
you gasped at the new angle, his cock slamming into you at a deeper angle now. your drool dripped down his fingers, nails digging hard into the skin of his shoulder. your thighs trembled as you did nothing but take everything he was giving you.
he forced his fingers deeper, making you choke on them. you moved your head to the side, tears in your eyes as you pushed his fingers out of your mouth. with a teasing grin he surprising let you, but only replacing it by rubbing your clit.
your lips parted in a silent moan, on the verge of an orgasm. your eyes closed - voice nothing above a whisper. "fuck, fuck, fuck.."
he let you cum on his cock, your whole body trembling as it came over you. you whined his name as your thighs wrapped around his waist. "good..good, that's it," he cooed
jack felt his cock twitching inside of you at the sight, but he wanted to draw this out for just a little longer.
he pulled out of you, making you think he was giving you the merciful release of a break - of course he didn't. he turned you over so that you were laying flat on your stomach, your face buried inside the pillows. at least now your moans weren't as loud..
you whimpered, knowing exactly what he was doing. he moaned to himself at the sight of you, dragging his hands down your back and cupping your ass cheeks. he raised one of his hands, slapping your right cheek with just enough pressure to have you whining and leave a stinging mark.
jack bit down on his bottom lip as he spread your cheeks with his thumbs, looking down at your leaking hole. after a couple of moments, he lined himself up again and thrusted into you roughly.
his hands gripped your waist as he dragged his cock in and out of your walls, more moans and filthy words falling from his lips.
your hands gripped the sheets underneath you at the new position, tears brimming your eyes at the overwhelming sensations all over your body.
he slapped your ass again before he grabbed both of your wrists and pinned them against your back. "jack.." you whimpered. his other hand grabbed a fistful of your hair to pull you upright, your back against his chest.
your ass slapped against his skin, feeling a second orgasm brewing as jack too grew close. his lips tickled the skin of your ear as he spoke. "what's wrong? too much for the whore?" he spoke.
you clenched your pussy around him at his words, your hands clenching into fists behind your back.
"too bad," he whispered. "just- oh fuck... fucking take it," he murmured.
he let go of your hair so that his hand could grip your throat instead, restricting your breathing just right. you couldn't take anymore, a second orgasm washing over you. you were whining and whimpering uncontrollably, drool threatening to drip from your lips as he continued to fuck you.
he groaned against your ear as your pussy spasmed around his cock for the second time, feeling his lower abdomen begin to tighten.
he let go of your body, letting you collapse forwards onto the plush of his bed. his hands gripped your waist and he let his eyes fall shut. he was whispering your name, gripping your skin so hard that it would definitely leave marks as he got himself as close to his orgasm as he could.
after a few more rough thrusts, he pulled out and jerked himself off. he moaned quietly, his hot cum spurting onto your ass cheeks. "holy shit.." he murmured.
you released a sigh of relief, your body spent and slightly aching. with a quiet groan you turned over on to your back, eyes looking up at him.
he was still hovering over you, cum dripping from his knuckles. he paused for a moment as you met his gaze, removing his hand from his cock and bringing his knuckles towards your lips.
if you weren't so exhausted after your two orgasms you would've told him to fuck off. instead you parted your lips, licking the cum off his hand and swallowing. his cock pulsed a little at the sight.
eventually he lay down next to you, pulling you into his chest. his hand combed through your hair as you both caught your breath. after a few quiet minutes he broke the silence.
"are you okay?" he asked, glancing down so he could see your face.
you nodded a little, looking up idly at his ceiling. "mhm..are you?"
a small huff of air, seemingly a laugh, left his lips as he grinned. "never better" he murmured.
he shifted slightly, grabbing something off his windowsill. you glanced up at the sound of a lighter, only to be greeted by the sight of him sparking up a joint. "a little extra for you,".
you smiled a little as he offered it to you, taking it from his fingers.
maybe giving your virginity to a drug dealer wasn't so bad after all..
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
β Live Streamingβ Interactive Chatβ Private Showsβ HD Qualityβ Free Actions
Free to watch β’ No registration required β’ HD streaming
iβd love a prompt abt the reader goes to a party with charlie, kirby, robbie, jill & olivia and she gets rlly drunk. charlie has had a crush on her for YEARS so he immediately starts taking care of her and being his super shy & sweet self <33
ugh i just love him so much <3
thank u! <3
ππ‘π¬π§πππ‘π β¦ ββ charlie walker π₯.
warnings / content: none! tooth-rotting fluff, mentions of alcohol, throwing up, charlie being an absolute dork, sweet lover boy yearning, a little bit of angst...
notes: I KNOW YOU SAID PROMPT BUT... i got carried away sorry... </3 thank you for this request ! so excited to write this + i hope you enjoy ... i love charlie so much my silly, silly lover boy. & maybe a part 2 ?? :0
his hand rested on the cool wood of the bathroom door, a relieved sigh leaving his lips as his eyes landed on you slouched against the bathtub.
"there you are."
charlie let his arm drop from the door as he approached you - your bleary eyes flicking up slowly to meet the familiar face with a dazed but welcome expression.
"charrr... hiii!" you slurred - waving at him with a soft smile - watching the way he crouched next to you with a flash of concern on his features but his usual stupidly cute lop-sided smile brushed against his lips when he saw that you were alright.
even as you were now - drunk on the bathroom floor, barely able to even form a coherent sentence without giggling - his throat suddenly felt dry... you were beautiful.
your hair was a little messy - strands sticking to your forehead and cheeks, lips still glossed and pretty from when kirby and olivia had helped you put some make-up on earlier during the night (though some of it had rubbed off on the various cups you sipped on during the party), and your outfit was gorgeous as always - hugging every single curve on your body in a way that was almost lethal and charlie had to fight every instinct in his body not to stare.
"yeah, well, just wanted to check up on you." he said. realising it sounded a little corny, a soft pink dusted his cheeks and he quickly added- "and- and, uh, robbie still won't stop flirting with olivia... it's painful to watch so i went looking for an escape."
"still?" you asked, baffled.
even before they entered the house party, robbie was planning all sorts of advances on olivia who looked nothing more than displeased at the idea and spent the entire night running away and avoiding the poor boy. charlie dramatically rubbed his temples at the thought and shook his head, "still. i mean seriously - he won't give up! kirby's too busy keeping an eye on jill to make sure she doesn't do anything stupid so i was left on babysitting duty."
honestly, you were beginning to feel a little lonely sat up here on your own but it was better than being downstairs with all the noise when you were this drunk. you hardly even remembered how you ended up this bad but you were happy that charlie was here to update you on the situation. he was always like that.
his eyes followed you wherever you went. effortlessly. you were the first thing in the room he looked for - if you weren't there, he would search for you. with you, it was easy. as easy as breathing - he could watch you, talk to you, be with you for days and still be fascinated with every little thing that you did. since the very beginning of the year, up until now, charlie had always always noticed you - starting off only as a distant admirer until he was lucky enough that you were introduced to him through jill and now he was closer to you than ever. closer to you than he had even imagined. he cherished every moment he had - no matter how small - the moment your fingers brushed slightly when you passed him a hand-out in class... or even when your eyes met for only a brief few seconds in the hallways - all of it, he recorded in his memory to replay to himself on those lonely nights in his bed, imagining the warmth of your body next to his.
he craved you so badly sometimes that it felt almost nauseous.
to feel his fingers graze the soft skin on your upper arm, tracing a line to your jaw - to feel his lips against your knuckles, your cheekbones, your forehead - to feel you curled up with your head on his chest, his fingers in your hair, rubbing soothing circles on your scalp until sleep took the both of you peacefully in the night. sometimes, he would squeeze his pillow against him - imagining it was your soft body he was embracing and he would close his eyes and imagine the way you would look at him. one day, he told himself, one day you would look at him with that bewitching gaze and tell him that you loved him and wanted him and needed him as badly as he needed you.
but, for now, this was the best he could have.
"i... don't feel too good..." you managed to mutter out, blinking to try and clear the blur from your vision.
"huh? are you- are you okay?" his brows skewed in worry as he leaned down to watch your expression, carefully.
"yeah i- oh god."
your mind was dizzy - the lights in the bathroom were too bright and you felt your stomach churn as you quickly pressed a hand to your mouth. oh fuck.
charlie seemed to know you better than you did as he quickly reached down, his slender fingers threading through your hair and pulling it back as he ushered you carefully to the edge of the toilet. he gently pulled the loose strands at the front away from your face as you threw up in the toilet -
"oh god - i'm so sorry..." you apologised quickly in between short gasps as you felt your throat burn. "i didn't mean for you to have to babysit me as well-"
"shh, shh, shh... it's okay, i don't mind." he hummed - his free hand trailing a soft line from your shoulder to your upper back as he rubbed soothing circles against your shirt. that was the truth. charlie really didn't mind. for you, he would do anything and... being able to take care of you right now? this was all he could ask for.
"i think you drank too much," he laughed - watching as you nodded, feeling a lot better now that the alcohol was out of your system. "um.. i-... want me to.. to get you some water?" he asked.
"would you? you're so, so sweet, char. honestly..."
charlie quickly brushed off the compliment but he couldn't deny the way his heart fluttered at those words. "alright, you stay here. i'll go grab you a drink... don't move, okay?"
"don't think i can..." you teased, with a little cough as you slumped against the bath tub again.
it wasn't long before he returned with two glasses of water and sat himself down in front of you, grabbing some of the toilet roll and reaching up to wipe around your mouth - cleaning up the lipstick that smudged a little and dabbing around your eyes to clear the small tears that escaped from when you threw up. so pretty - it was unfair. nothing you did deterred him... he was so utterly obsessed and devoted to you.
"here."
he brought the glass up to your lips, the cool water calming you down as you sipped gratefully - a hand reaching up to hold the glass, placed over charlie's own hand as you closed your eyes.
he caught his bottom lip between his teeth at your touch as you finished the first glass and thanked him again -
"could you... turn the lights off? 'm sorry.. 's too bright."
"huh? oh- o-of course!" he was eager to do anything to help. he reached up and flicked the light switch, letting the warm, orange glow of the hallway shine into the bathroom. a small, maybe even a 'seflish' pang of disappointment spread in his chest when he realised he had to let go of your hand but...
you nod - feeling your head rest against his shoulder, shuffling closer to feel his warmth. you wanted to be near him, wanted to just... just get comfortable. he smelt of shampoo, cotton and a small undertone of aftershave - it felt so familiar.
he stiffened at the contact of your head on his shoulder but he couldn't help the smile that stretched on his face, his hands slowly moving up to brush some of the strands out from your face. he stayed so still afraid that if he moved, you might change your mind and pull away from him.
the feeling of being close to him was so nice - you felt so warm but ...
"thank you again... really. you're the best." you sigh - "don't know what i'd do without you..."
"it's just water," he laughed, brushing it off but ...
his chest felt warm.
this was okay. for now, this was okay.
your head was resting on his shoulder and his hand hesitantly reached towards yours - gently intertwining your fingers and when he felt you squeeze his hand, he closed his eyes to savour the feeling. he wanted to continue taking care of you - ideally, he wanted to do more for you like tuck you into bed or something but... this was okay. more than.
yes, it was just water and, yes, you're just resting your head and you're just holding his hand. but he was grateful.
his heart panged with sentiment -
you were just friends.
he knew that he would never get what he wanted. but at least, just for tonight, he got very, very close.
