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i graduated cosmetology school today and we glitter gel-ed my hair

it took an hour to get out and there's still glitter

this is hell but at least it was cute

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i neead to bite him

HNGHHHH I CAME

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if any of yall find cute accessories for hearing aids, send me the link please 🙏 im getting new ones soon but they're so boringgggg

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I LOVE YOU RED, DONT DIE

I BOUT DIED OH MY GOD EVERYONE TELL ME YOU LOVE ME I SAW THE FUCKIN LIGHT JESUS IS THAT YOU

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myup

meep

moop

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meep

moop

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I'm not a girl but HOLY MOLY

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LOVE that new post about Schlatt with a thicker/chubby person, but what about my boy Ted? I could see him with a bigger person maybe?? Or I’m just delulu lmao

anon you arent delulu because im absolutely CONVINCED that man would be so happy with a bigger girl mhm yes thank you

also im so glad you liked it!! i promise full oneshots and shit coming soon its just easier to get these little drabbles out quick while im so busy lol

nsfw

- ok im sticking with the ted loves dressing you up hc

- you dont usually wear tight-fitting clothes, maybe they make you a little uncomfortable

- TOO BAD

- because hes gonna get you the tiniest little skirt and top and make you wear them while he admires you and tells you over and over again how pretty you are for him

- literally makes you give him a fashion show with all the outfits he bought you

- but hes also always willing to give up one of his tshirts for you to wear

- he just prefers to be able to see as much of you as possible because he thinks you have the nicest body in the world

- also its easier for him to touch you without sweats and a hoodie in the way

- and trust me this man never wants to stop touching you

- and ugh face sitting

- weve already established that schlatt wants you to crush his head between your thighs

- ted wants to suffocate

- his big arms wrapped around your hips, holding you down against him as he laps up your pussy like a man starved

- lovesss overstimulating you that way

- doesnt even do it on purpose he just loves eating you out and suddenly youve finished 3 times already, babbling for him to stop because you cant take any more

- obviously hes not gonna stop

- “jus’ one more honey, you can give me one more”

- “‘s too much? i know baby, i know”

- “be a good girl and come all over my tongue for me honey”

- probably prefers you to ride him

- helping you bounce on his cock when you get tired UGH

- like youre scared he wont be able to lift you up because youre ‘too heavy’ or whatever but hes doing it with EASE

- all you can do is grab onto his chest for stability as hes pounding into you at an unrelenting pace

- oh oh and morning sex

- youre all sleepy and warm in his arms and his hairs all messed up and hes still got his morning voice as he pushes into you so slowly

- “takin’ me so well, honey. such a good girl for daddy”

- all the while his hands are settled at your waist, gently squeezing at your soft body as he groans in pure bliss

- he literally cannot get enough of you

- talks you through it 100%

- he wants to make you as comfortable as possible so hes praising you for everything you do

- “fuck, you look so cute like this honey”

- “you gonna be a good girl and let daddy finish inside?”

- ugh and the aftercare

- hes kissing you all over

- telling you over and over again how pretty you are <3

think i wrote more on this one than i did for schlatts but i genuinely cant stop thinking about ted mb guys

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Reblog if you’re grateful for your commenters <3

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today i wrote zero words! but i did think about my story twice in passing. that probably counts for something

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getting a blow job by schlatt!!!😢

im so sorry if this is shit, im trying to get back into my groove

let's go

very confident on the outside, but inexperienced

there are too many (or just enough) teeth involved

got way over his head

Tried to deepthroat you and keep it for a second

failed and came up choking

“fuck bro, why are you so big” as he’s wiping the drool from his mouth

but his half lidded eyes and blown out pupils gave him away, he looked absolutely desperate for more

so he kept trying

when he was finally comfortable, he bobbed his head slowly, figuring out his breathing

he stopped, reaching to put your hand on his head, locking your fingers in it

you started by gently moving him up and down on the tip

after a few moments of aggravatingly slow movements, the brunet held his hand over yours and pushed and pulled with more force, and deeper than you thought he would be able to take today

whines stays completely silent when you try to pull out before you cum

REALLY wants to swallow, show you how good he is at sucking dick, and how easy it was

oh my lord this took forever for so little

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Maybe Charlie taking his straight best friend's virginity? too submissive reader please

Mhmm, well.. it would happen at some point.

No big plot, just sex. A lot of internalized homophobia.

Tw; slurs (fag, queer, slut)

M/n = reader

Charlie Slimecicle x Male! Reader

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

He was crazy for this, his body aching for more. He didn't even think about this before. They were both straight, no way of liking each other or feeling this close. But, even with the difference of agreement, they end up here. Charlie is on top, fucking him from behind. They bed seems small, his knees shaking while he tries to stay in a good position. He's powerful, his hole twitching with the big cock inside him. M/n buries his face on his pillow, biting it so he doesn't make any loud noise. He could hide himself, he wasn't a fag, just a guy who weirdly liked his best friend. The bottom, how did he end up being the bottom between them? He didn't know what to do, sure, he was feeling good, he was about to cum anyway. He just didn't want it to be like this, not with a man.. not with Charlie. He moans against the tissue of his pillow, rolling his hips to the air, his cock hitting his prostate. He closes his eyes, a tear falling from his eyes. It was too good to handle.

"You're so good.. so tight." Charlie whimpers, he wanted to slap him, to make M/n his. Instead, he stays giving him compliments. It's already weird enough to be fucking his best friend, even worse, taking his virginity after two glasses of wine. It was like a drug to them, an excuse to do whatever they always felt like doing but never had the courage enough. He didn't want to make things even worse, he would love to be called petnames by him, maybe daddy or babe. He grabs his hair, taking his face out of the pillow. "Mate.. are you okay? Is everything fine? Can I keep going?" He's gentle, and I guess that's the worst part. He was too good for him, a piece of a perfect frame. His face softens, and M/n could see a smile with the corner of his eyes.

M/n nods, not saying a word about this. His body was feeling pleasure, his mind was feeling guilty, and his soul was feeling corrupted. He pulls back his waist, fighting with him for dominance. His cock wasn't soft, he was hard, the most hard he ever felt. He uses his hand to touch himself, looking at the bed. His strokes are lazy, he can barely do anything with Charlie fucking him like a slut. His fingers are too tired, yet, he keeps touching his cock. He feels good like this, like if he had control over the act they are doing. His eyes roll, his dick jumping when the man hits his prostate one more time. He doesn't want to cum, but his body does. He wanted to keep it cool, play pretend he didn't enjoy it. It would be a lie. He loved this. While they are having the first time, he was already thinking about fucking him in the weekend.

Charlie didn't seem bothered by it. It must be because he's on top. If he was the bottom, he would be going as crazy as M/n. He was close to cumming, using M/n like a toy was making him want more and more. His large hands grabbed his hips and forced him on place. The way he looks from behind, his ass, his back, his neck.. it's everything too perfect. He was a queer. He admitted it. Just for his friends, not for the public. He didn't mind having sex with guys at all. It was just part of his life he kept as a secret for a while, and the guy he is fucking would surely keep a secret too if he didn't want to be called out as gay. Besides that, they are good friends. Always travel together and make plans to go out almost every week.

He couldn't hold it anymore. He came inside of him, no condom, just his large dick inside of his tight hole. He takes his cock out of him, watching as the cum drips from him. M/n cums as well, as soon as he feels the urge to freedom. His cum isn't as much as Charlie, just a little wet spot on the bed. Even being stimulated a lot, he didn't come much. He would probably enjoy more to be the top, to use Charlie's body as he wishes. He picks him up, strong as always. He puts him to the other side of the bed so he can clean the place. He takes off the blankets and the bed sheets. Charlie is a gentleman. When he finishes doing everything, even cleaning M/n, he lays in the bed with him, his arms wrapped around his torso while he nuzzles against his neck from behind. His voice soft as he praises him for being so good.

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The holy trinity of please rail me photos

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What the hell is this image. He looks like he's shapeshifting while unhinging his jaw

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Could you write a hc fic w heavy dirty talk, penetration, and complete objectification. Like charlie using you as a literal fleshlight. Rough as fuck. Thanks 💕

CW: NSFW below the cut (MDNI), Dirty talk, objectification, dubcon/free use, barely somnophilia, like one line of angst, afab!reader (could maybe be gender neutral?), Dom!Charlie, tearing clothes

A/N: Hehehehhee *rubs hands together like mosquito once again* After I’d already finished writing this I realized there was supposed to be dirty talk so if it feels randomly plopped in that’s why 💀

Charlie Slimecicle x Reader

Objectification Hcs

You have no idea what was going on with Charlie.

Usually he was pretty open with you or you could easily tell what he was thinking when something was wrong.

But this was different, you’d never seen him more stressed.

Charlie had been practically locking himself in his office every day for hours, editing his Baldur’s Gate video all day every day.

He knew this would happen, he’d warned you when they first started recording that this would be a big upload, but you’d figured he’d been exaggerating.

But this was even worse than what he described.

He’d turned the LEDs in his room red in hopes to help him be more productive, or at least that’s what he said they were for.

He only came out to eat, get water, use the bathroom, and collapse into bed at 2 am before getting up again at 6 am to do it all over again.

You tried to get him to eat more, making food for him when you could, but it was hard to manage your own job along with his health.

One of the more memorable times he’d came out was around noon when you had been making food to bring to him for lunch.

He’d managed to shamble out of his office, eyes heavy and limbs tired.

“Hey, Char…” You cooed, not looking away from the cutting board as you placed the knife in the sink. “I made you some lunch, if you want it.”

He stalked toward you as you continued to make him a sandwich, putting the finishing touches on it before you heard him unbuckling his belt.

“Char?” You got only a glimpse of him leering over your shoulder before his hands pushed you back against the counter, bending you slightly over it and untying your sweatpants.

You could barely think before he was pushing himself inside you and began to rock back and forth, murmuring to himself about sound levels and syncing them to the music, before seeming to remember where he was.

“I fuckin’ love you…” He whispered into your shoulder as he rutted inside you.

You had to steady yourself on the kitchen counter, despite him holding your hips in place as he pulled you back on his cock.

“Oh, yeah baby…” Charlie’s voice was breathy and low, lost in pleasure completely.

His hips stuttered as he came, pumping his load in you at a speed you’d never seen him achieve before.

Charlie sighed contently, slipping out of you and fixing his pants as you wobbled on shaky legs.

He pressed a kiss to your cheek and grabbed the sandwich before walking back to his office, leaving you to clean up the mess that was currently oozing out from between your legs.

And that wasn’t all that was going on between the two of you.

You’d had to convince him to shower, only agreeing to it for 10 minutes at the most as long as you joined him.

Every single shower ended with him getting behind you and either using your thighs or mouth to get off, or pressing you against the wall and cumming inside you.

The two of you would have sex practically every other day, so you had supposed he needed to get his fix of you one way or another.

This had been going on for nearly a month and you had barely talked to him all week.

Earlier tonight, around midnight, you’d checked in on him before heading to bed.

You kissed him on the cheek and he’d barely reacted.

That made a small lump in your throat form, but you simply swallowed it and went to bed.

You’re suddenly woken up by someone turning you from your side onto your stomach.

Your heart races in confusion and slight fear for a moment, before you realize it’s just Charlie.

You spot his glasses on the nightstand, the clock next to them reading nearly 5 am.

You hear his ragged breathing in the dark, something you’ve grown familiar with.

And perhaps it’s the fact that you’re still half asleep, but you just then realize that he would usually be done editing hours ago, but you can feel the material of his jeans straddling your outer thighs.

Wait, why is he sitting on your thighs?

It’s then that you feel him rip the fabric of your shorts up the middle. “Charlie!”

You attempt to turn and chastise him, but his hand shoots out to press you harshly into the bed.

The breath is knocked out of your lungs as he keeps his hand in place on your lower back.

You feel him snap your panties in half at the crotch and a far back sigh of relief tickles your skin, making you shudder.

His lack of words is slightly unnerving to you, because usually even when he’s like this he’s mumbling out about how he loves you, or how good you make him feel.

But he’s practically silent, save for the ragged panting that’s leaving his mouth.

He has you completely trapped underneath him.

Completely at his mercy.

And you weren’t certain if you should do something about it.

You hear his belt clinking as he struggles to undo it with one hand, but it gets done as he undoes his fly and takes his throbbing cock out of his boxers.

Even if you wanted to stop him, it was far too fucking late now.

You moan shakily as he sinks into you, the lack of lubrication from being asleep stinging a little, but quickly replaced by a feeling of pleasure as both of his hands move to grip your waist.

Charlie, sleep deprived and delirious, holds you down as he begins setting a pace that is much too fast for your half-asleep brain to handle right now.

You hook your arms under the pillow in front of you and pull it to your face.

“Char- Augh~ Gugh!“ Shouts of pure surprise from the force he’s using fall into the pillow from your lips.

He’s like a fucking animal, drilling into you with no concern for your pleasure, just trying to get off in the most efficient way possible.

Moans are being pushed out of your chest every time he thrusts.

Charlie’s hands are pressing you into the mattress, almost making your back arch painfully, but you don’t have the ability to form the words to tell him, nor do you think he would be able to hear them.

You’d never cum in this position before with him, but the mattress is pushing back against your stomach, pressing in on the exact right place that has you seeing stars.

You shove your face into the pillow you’d been sleeping on just a few minutes ago and scream as you cum on Charlie’s cock.

Your pussy is pulsating as your juices squirt against his abdomen, trailing down your squeezed-together thighs and reaching all the way to your knees.

He must have felt it, because he finally speaks.

“Just a fucking toy for me to use…” Charlie mutters, something you had never heard from him before.

He’s never objectified you like this, always respecting you and treating you like an equal.

God, he was really fucking losing it…

“Fuck, just a hole for my dick~”

But you’d be lying if you said it didn’t turn you on.

You move what small amount you can back onto him, making his thrusts harder, deeper, reaching a place inside you he didn’t normally from other angles.

“Feels so fucking good- Using you~”

Shaking and shuddering, you struggle not to cum again, your head foggy from both your orgasm and your interruption from sleep.

In his delirium, he decides that he has to cum in you, right now.

“Gonna make you my little cumslut~”

His hands on your hips lift them off the mattress, dragging you back against him hard.

His thighs slap against yours and you feel his balls smack your clit, dripping with your fluids.

Then Charlie growls, shoving his cock as far as it will go inside you as he cums.

“Yeah, take this fucking load, baby…”

You yelp at the pressure on your cervix, feeling his cock twitch and drool as it pours into you.

He breaths in shakily, pulling out slowly and getting off of your legs.

You turn to him, your back aching as you attempt, only to see him re-buckling his belt and walking back out of the room.

Even if you wanted to go after him, there was no way you could walk.

So you simply fall back asleep, ripped clothes no longer covering you as Charlie’s cum leaks out and joins yours in a puddle beneath your knees.

You find him hours later asleep at his desk.

Somehow managing on your shaky legs to wake him and pull him back into bed with you, the two of you sleep through the day.

When he wakes up later that night, he’s apologizing profusely, originally thinking it was all just a dream before he spotted your torn underwear and shorts in the corner of the room.

You, of course, forgive him.

With conditions.

He spends the rest of the night between your legs, worshipping you and apologizing for being so selfish.

Charlie also promises to take more breaks from editing.

For his benefit and yours.