#slimecicle fanfiction

[shroommush]

Slimecicle arcade fanfic, what do you mean? I'm not animating anything :)

[showf4lls]

ʚ ― first snow ; slimecicle

info! fluff, minific / gender neutral reader

cw! no CWs

request! "Since you’re wanting slimecicle asks- how bout an x reader of spending a snow day with him?? Cute cuddles while watching a movie or something, but Charlie being the lovable goof he is would be so cute!!"

notes! reader is a lil bit whimsical in this, in that they're really in love with winter and the holidays. sorry if that's not you! it's not really me either, but i though it was a cute idea so i ran with it. also i feel like i don't usually write charlie this fluffy this is so wild

it was abnormally early for you to be showing up at charlie's place on a tuesday, but you couldn't find it in yourself to worry too much as you stood on his doorstep with a scarf wrapped up to your nose. you grinned beneath the scarf, trying not to stare too much at the powdery snow that littered his front yard. your breath came out in puffs from behind your scarf as you waited for him to come open the door. finally, it swung open. charlie grinned on the other side of it. "so the first snow, huh?"

you grinned back, cheeks aching as you shuffled into the warmth of his home. "the first snow, charlie! how exciting is that?" you exclaimed, clutching your bag in your gloved hands. you could barely contain your excitement as you kicked off your snow boots in the entryway.

"i know!" he agreed, holding your elbow so you wouldn't lose balance. he waited patiently as you shrugged off all of your layers until you were just down to your cozies. "so the first snow extravaganza begins! i know you said you had some ideas. what've you got?"

beaming, you reached into your bag and pulled out a box of mix. "cookies and a movie?" you asked, feigning uncertainty.

charlie clapped his hands together, delighted at the idea. "that's a wonderful idea. look at you, all big-brained," he praised, taking the box mix from you.

you rolled your eyes as you followed him into the kitchen. considering that the mix came out of a box, it didn't take very long to whip up the dough and get them in the oven. once they were on the rack and a timer had been set, you and charlie started setting up camp on the couch. you fluffed the pillows, gathered snacks, and piled blankets onto the couch together, waiting for the timer. you were just opening the curtains, making sure there would be a way for you to watch the falling snow during the movie, when the timer went off.

"i'll get it!" charlie yelled, dropping the blanket he was unfolding in favor of racing to the kitchen.

"you just want the first good cookie!" you called after him, unable to hide your fond smile.

"i'll bring you one too!"

a few moments later, charlie emerged from the kitchen, one cookie held between his teeth. another, he carried on a napkin like a silver platter. he bowed dramatically, presenting it to you as you sat comfily beneath the blankets. "for you, beloved," he said, smiling up at you.

you smiled softly, resisting the urge to roll your eyes. "thank you, good sir," you replied coyly, humoring his little act.

he watched intently as you bit into it. the chocolate chips melted on your tongue. the temperature was just perfect -- warm without being hot enough to burn you. you smiled up at him. "it's gooey in the middle," you said through a mouthful.

charlie fist pumped, whispering a quiet but victorious "yes" to himself. "good, i know that's how you like them."

you laughed softly, taking another bite. "well, thank you. that was very thoughtful of you."

he leaned down, giving you a quick kiss. "of course. no big deal. i like them better this way anyways. otherwise they come out crunchy, and no one likes crunchy cookies."

another laugh as you finished off the cookie and pulled the blanket closer to yourself. "yeah, alright," you said lightly. "now what do you feel like watching?"

"how would you feel about the grinch right now?" he asked, shuffling under the blankets with you.

you nodded. "i think i could do that right now. the version with jim carrey, right?"

"of course," charlie replied, already looking for the movie on some streaming service. "we don't talk about the other one in this house."

you giggled. "right. sorry, my bad."

charlie bumped your shoulder reassuringly as he scrolled through a search. a few minutes later, the beginning of the film was playing on your tv screen. it was nice, being like this with him. the perfect circumstances of the day, you with no work today and him with nothing planned, conveniently enough. "so far away," he mumbled, pulling you against his chest and slumping backwards against the arm rest.

"'m right here, love," you assured him, settling against his front. you reached for a pillow, hugging it against your chest as you leaned your head against him.

the rise and fall of his chest was comforting, almost making you feel sleepy with the safety of it. charlie yawned behind you and you rubbed soothingly at his arm. "this is really nice, charlie."

he smiled sleepily down at you, giving you a quick squeeze. "really?"

you hummed an affirmative, leaning your cheek against his shoulder. the angle was a little awkward, but the affection of it felt right. "really," you promised. "thank you. for this."

"of course," he said, voice soft yet full of certainty. he leaned forward to kiss the crown of your head, thumb tracing light shapes into the skin of your forearm. "anything for you."

[espresso-lessdepresso]

i1.2

fluff pt. 2/2, pt.1/2 here

The orange and red hues of the morning sunrise had blended into the clear crystal blue sky. The sun was much higher, its harsh rays broken by the fluffy clouds which spilt across the sky. The TV in your hotel room read 9:30 am. With a sun covered by a perfectly shaped cloud, the forecast for the day showed a slight drop in temperature, making the summer day pleasant for an outing. 

As promising as the day was for a beautiful outing with the perfect weather, you were very much reluctant to get out of bed. Jet lag was the cause of this. Add on the party that took place last night and how all your friends were adamant to stay up as long as possible- you were very sleepy, to say the least. If it weren't for your lovely lovely boyfriend, who you considered to be the human equivalent and or embodiment of a golden retriever puppy, you would have wasted (in his opinion) a perfect day. You would argue that spending the day cocooned in silky soft blankets was not a waste, but you did not have the energy for it. Saying no to your boyfriend was also a whole challenge in itself. 

That morning, you had quite literally rolled out of bed. 

It started with a very wide awake Charlie coaxing you to wake up, "Come oooon~ Wakey, Wakey~" Then he had begun to tug on the covers when you tried to pull them over your head. Your mistake had been trying to then go on the offence and attempt to tangle Charlie underneath your blankets. The room was filled with the sound of you two giggling before you abruptly stopped, replacing your joyful giggles with nervous and frightful yelps as he decided to overpower you. Soon enough, you were wrestling for your life (and dear blanket) against Charlie who decided to use his full strength on you. With one sweeping strong pull, he had unrolled you from the blanket -cartoon style- and you went rolling over the edge of the bed. 

A very unceremonial thud followed suit.

"Holy shit!" Charlie was heavying and laughing because of this whole ridiculous situation. His eyes were shut in crescent shapes and he struggled with wheezing so hard. "Are you okay?" From the floor, you saw the apples of his cheeks turn bright red as he leaned over the bed to check on you. The corners of your lips turned upwards. You would have given him hell at that moment if he wasn't such a ray of sunshine. 

"Ah, fuck you." You hissed, not actually meaning the words. 

"You know what, that's fair." He replied, still coming down from the laughter.

There was this warm heartfelt moment that hummed between you two, one that often makes you forgive all his foolish and teasing behaviour. Truly, be anyone else instead of him and you would lock them in the bathroom for hours on end and throw away the keys.

Charlie helped you up, pulling you into a hug. The look on your face was still stunned but not displeased. He pushed back the hairs that had circled around your face and forehead and pressed his lips to the crown of your head. One could guess that this was both an act of love or an attempt to calm down his partner who somehow always seemed to prefer sleep over everything. Almost everything. Smiling into the kiss, you let him usher you into the bathroom to get ready for the day.

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A short while later, you stepped out of the bathroom, the smell of body wash and shampoo following you. The taste of mint lingered in your mouth as you changed out of your nightwear into something more appropriate for an outing- knowing Charlie, you assumed that it would be some type of outing. The sound of shuffling and clinking silverware could be heard. You were then met with the sweet and savoury fragrance of what you could only conclude to be breakfast. Your hair was still a little damp as you walked over to find Charlie. His broad back was facing you as he finished setting up the morning meal. 

There was a circular coffee table with two chairs around it. They faced the floor-length windows of the hotel, giving one the view of the entire hotel and the parks and forests that were adjacent to it. Charlie had fully pulled back the heavy and let the sun light up the room. Birds would occasionally perch on the ledge or swirl outside, speeding off to where they needed to be. Back to the food, the table had plated fruits and bowls for oats and yogurt, eggs and toast and other breakfast items that fit to your and Charlie's liking.

As you sat beside him, he hands you your cup of coffee and the smell of it makes you smile with satisfaction. Both you and Charlie would fall into a comfortable silence, eating your breakfast and sipping your morning drink. The silly and playful moments were like the highlights of your relationship with Charlie. But moments like these, quiet breakfasts and enjoying each other's company without even having to speak a word, you would not trade it for the world. This was intimate and domestic. So calm yet still so full of love. He knew how much sugar you liked in your drink and you knew he would drop everything for some yogurt. 

He loved yogurt, a lot...Sometimes it made you worry...

Truly, no one could have guessed that only minutes ago, the gentle and innocent-looking man next to you had terrorized you to get out of your blanket cocoon. 

"So, I was thinking..." Charlie started after taking a sip, "How about we go on a little date?"

"A date?" You repeated, pleasantly surprised which was evident by the small smile that spread across your face. "I would love to." Leaning over, you placed a pack on his cheek to which he happily hummed. Then a thought struck you, like an arrow out the dark. You knew your boyfriend well enough to ask, "And where might this date take place?"

A nervous chuckle came out of Charlie as he brought a spoon full of oats and yogurt to his mouth. A tight grin plastered across his face as he ate another spoonful instead of answering your question.

You squinted at him, “Charlie?” The tone of your voice dropping made his posture curl inwards slightly towards his bowl. 

“You’re going to love it.” He blurted out, clearly avoiding the question when you placed your hand on his shoulder and pulled him towards yourself. He really hoped you would not ask him that. With the way you kept squinting at him, he tried to ease his way out of this situation by giving you a very sweet-dairy-and-oats--flavoured kiss.

“Charlie...” You repeated with an inkling of knowing what direction this conversation was going to go if he was going to answer along the lines of what you were thinking. 

He twisted in his seat a bit as he finally tried to answer, “So...think like a picnic...a few miles out and thenlikealittlehikeupasmallmountain."

You didn't catch the string of words that spewed out of Charlie's mouth but you did catch, "A hike?" 

An exasperated breath huffed out of you, as though the jet lag came back and hit you for the second time. You were not the least athletic person, but you were definitely not on par with your boyfriend, who starts his morning with a five-kilometre run daily. You were also not one to go on hikes, seeing as you spent most of your day stuck sitting at your desk completing work and staring at a screen. The last time Charlie mentioned that he wanted to go on a little walk, you were left with legs that felt like rubber and could feel your heart beating at your throat.

Green eyes like the forest searched your face in an effort to decipher what you were thinking. He watched your lips form a pout, doing very little to hide your displeasure. “But listen to me first!” He stared again, an amused grin playing on his face “Hear me out-”

“No!” You cried out, falling back on your chair as if already defeated by the mere thought. “The last time you said that, I couldn't feel my legs!” 

“But- But it’s a beautiful trail, and there’s an spot for watching deers-” 

“Are you willing to lose me just for a hike?” You challenged him, still having a pout on your lips and your eyebrows knit together.

“Are you telling me you would lose against a hike?” He countered, letting out an airy laugh. 

“Chaaaaarlieeee...” You slumped against his shoulder, face pressing against the collar of his shirt. You felt his arm move to hug you, rubbing your shoulder as he did. Even though you protested and threw somewhat of a fit, both of you knew you would come around. He felt the sigh-your breath blowing just below his jaw and on his neck. You peered up at him, almost mad at the fact that you both were aware of how brittle your resistance was against him, or how you couldn’t say no to such a ray of sunshine. “That hike better be worth it.” 

Charlie then spoke, his voice softer now because your protests had come to an end. He went on to describe the hiking trail in an effort to pique your interest. As he did, his eyes green eyes, sometimes blue when he stood against the sky- they glittered with eagerness and glee. And in his excitement, you found your own joy. After a short drive, the hike would start once you crossed a well-worn bridge which hung over a waterfall that descended into a river. Along the river, the trail ventured into a thick but easy-to-navigate forest. The lush greenery would be in full bloom for the summer weather, with leaves basking in the sun and the small unorganized clusters of flowers spreading a sweet earthy scent into the air. Daylight would break into the shadows from the canopy of trees and shine on the dirt and stone path. You began to visualize the scene as he spoke, almost able to smell the heavy earth atmosphere and hear the ambience of birds chirping and leaves rustling. Charlie tilted his head, almost touching his nose to your forehead, "And imagine, what if....we.... held hands?" 

You couldn’t help but mirror his wide-eyed expression as if he had just said the most scandalous of words. Looking at his face, his soft hair swooped, his eyes never dull and cheeks carrying his smile lines, an unexpected feeling of overwhelming love washed over you, like that of the rushing waterfall he described. Charlie went through such great lengths, long flight hours, mismatched schedules and video calls at the most ungodly hours of the night. All for you. 

Without a word, your love pushed your lips into his, soft and plump. Butterflies went off in your stomach as his hand gently came up to hold your jaw. This giddy feeling was one you could never get used to, no matter how many times you embraced him in a kiss. The taste of fruity yogurt made you smile. “You’re carrying me back. All the way back.” 

“Of course.”

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[spacecadettt]

in all the fear about gillions possible Bad Situation™ i totally forgor that i posted a new work. updates will be very slow but i'm so passionate about this one hehe

[k9povnd]

Hello Islanders, please acquire your translating device immediately.

help me afford top surgery!!

[poraphia]

“PDA: Public Displays of Affection”

pairing • secret relationship!wilbur x reader 1448 words • 9.1.23 containing • secret relationship, sorry boys production, immense affection my masterlist ~! ღ mrs. mania ღ on Tumblr

“We’re about to film a new Sorry video. Want to give me a good luck kiss first?”

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There’s one thing about Tom Simons that everybody knows the moment you click on one of his videos.

Some viewers may find him annoying at first,

And frankly, it’s not like he’s wrong.

After Wilbur and I started dating we came to an agreement to keep our relationship a secret. There were a multitude of reasons for this. For one, we wanted to enjoy the relationship for ourselves and because of Wilbur’s music and streaming career, it would have been impossible to relish in such when there are hundreds of thousands of eyes on you. This leads to our next reason. Most of Wilbur’s friends are streamers, vloggers, gamers, you name it. That being said, most of the time we find cameras on us already. So, in order to keep up with our special secret, we tell our friends that we’re not dating so that it’s a much easier job keeping it on the down low.

So what happens when a younger boy who considers himself Wilbur’s brother constantly sees a woman constantly with Wilbur? Well, you’ll see for yourself.

I’m known to be Wilbur’s co-filmer and editor in his fanbase, meaning that even if we weren’t dating, I had to be constantly around him to help out with video planning and creating a digital diary as he was on tour. This week his friends were all coming to Brighton to shoot Chapter 2 for their Sorry! improv group.

It was the morning of, and I was met by the familiar, warming embrace of his arms slithering around my body. I scoot back a little bit, feeling his heartbeat steadily beat against my back. “Hey, are you awake?” He groggled out in a raspy morning face. I hummed in response, taking one of his hands to kiss the center of his palm. He pulled me closer to his chest as the fabric beneath us crinkled.

“I’m so sleepy…” I mumbled. With his hand, Wilbur smoothed my cheek, caressing my skin. I melted in his touch.

“I know, but we have to get up soon, darling,” He whispered. Gently, with his arm still wrapped around me, he sat us up in the bed. The morning sun peaked through the slightly open blinds, decorating our skin with streaks of light. He buried his face into the crook of my neck as the drowsiness slowly drained from me. His arms kept firmly around my torso, holding me as close as he could. Once we felt ready to get out of bed, we walked into the kitchen as I prepared a quick breakfast for the both of us.

“Do you want strawberry parfait for breakfast, my love?” I asked, looking inside the fridge.

“Yes, please.” He smiled. I nodded before grabbing the container of syrupy strawberries and Greek yogurt. Wilbur went inside the pantry to find the box of graham crackers. After he finished crushing them, he noticed me standing on my tippy toes to reach for the two glasses on the highest shelf. With a cheeky smirk, he walked behind me and lifted me up by the waist, earning a slight eep of surprise. Nonetheless, I was able to reach the glasses before he placed me back down with my feet touching the cold tile floor. I turned around, awarding him with a quick peck on the chin, before continuing on making our breakfast.

Sometimes, it was painful keeping this a secret, but I think it’s what makes moments like these more special.

Once we finished our breakfast and got dressed, we met up with the rest of the guys at a park in Brighton. Today’s film idea was to run a hotdog van of some kind, but instead, call them burgers. Honestly, don’t ask me, it was the guys’ idea. Most of the guys carpooled to the location, whereas Wilbur and I decided to take our own car. After some time walking to the park, we were both ambushed by Tommy and Charlie, who were already flopping around in hotdog costumes.

“WILBUR! (Y/N)! MY FRIENDS!” Tommy exclaimed, hugging the two of us. Wilbur pulled Tommy to the side, almost putting him in a headlock as they shared their own brotherly love. I hugged Charlie before stepping back to examine his outfit.

“You look… Meaty. You been working out?” I joked. He grinned before flexing one of his arms.

“Ah, so you’ve noticed my meaty and tender gains I see! I’ve been working on these babies just for this exact moment.” He said pridefully. Charlie flexed one of his muscles before kissing his bicep. I rolled my eyes before we both trailed back to the rest of the group. I greeted the rest of the team and even hugged Kristen to catch up with her since we last saw each other. Tommy and Wilbur then ran up to the group promptly as Russ explained exactly how the food truck was going to work. After some careful instructions, the film crew, which involved me, were told who was to record what. Per usual, I was directed to film Wilbur’s shenanigans.

“Alright, is everyone ready?” Russ asked, looking up from his clipboard. Everyone exclaimed their noises of agreement. I looked over to Will, who I noticed was patting down his pockets for something.

“Will, you okay?” Phil asked as he adjusted the scarf around his neck.

“Yeah, I just— I think I left my wallet. Uhh (y/n) can you come with me? It’s probably in the car.” He said, looking over to me.

“Oh— Yeah, sure.” I handed my camera to Russ in the meantime before walking with Wilbur to the car. I kept my hands in my pockets in the meantime to resist the urge to walk with fingers intertwined. It was far too dangerous now.

Once we made it to the car, I reached into my pocket to unlock it, but in return Wilbur just stood there, smiling at me. I tilted my head, a bit confused.

“Weren’t you going to go look for your wallet?” I asked. Instead, Will leaned on the car, smiling down at me with his chef’s hat a bit lopsided and his arms crossed.

“I actually did have my wallet. I just wanted to have a good luck kiss before we started filming.” He smiled. I rolled my eyes before grabbing him by the shirt collar so that he was now at my height.

“You know you can be annoying sometimes.” I scoffed, but a wide smile was plastered all over my face.

“I know. I just miss you.”

I placed a quick peck on his lips, but before I could pull away, Wilbur held me gently by the neck to keep me in place. Slowly, I felt my body melting by the touch of his soft lips as butterflies danced on my skin. I wrapped my arms around his neck, moving me closer to him. Tiny droplets soon started to drizzle down on us, but we weren’t leaving each other's lips anytime soon. That was until someone caught us.

“Wilbur? (y/n)? Guys it’s starting to rain and— OH MY GOD!”

We both immediately pushed each other away, only to meet with the shocked face of Tommy standing paralyzed in his hot dog outfit.

“OH MY GOD YOU GUYS ARE DATING! I KNEW IT. I FUCKING KNEW IT—”

“I— Uh— Tommy—!” I was rendered speechless as the poor boy rapidly glanced at the both of us. Wilbur ended up breaking the standstill as he walked up to Tommy, placing two hands firmly at his shoulders.

“Yes, me and (y/n) are dating.” He said firmly. “You’re not going to tell anyone, my boiled hotdog boy, alright?” All Tommy could do was nod in response, his mouth still open ajar. Wilbur patted him on the back before heading in the direction of the food truck. I jogged over to Tommy, shaking his shoulder a bit to snap him out of his thoughts. He turned to look at me, a hand running through his hair. I shrugged, a half-apologetic smile on my face before we both walked back to the park.

“To be fair, the reason I was so shocked was because last month I tried to set you two up on a date.” Tommy mentioned nonchalantly, playing with his fingers as he walked.

I chuckled a little bit. “That’s kind of funny—” until the realization hit. “WAIT HUH?”

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a / n ~ thought this was cute so I jotted it down like a couple mins before waking up lolol. Reblogs and likes are super appreciated mwahh

[dylandotwhat]

Fuck it, I update tomorrow anyways, here's the link to my fic: I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep ('Cause everything is never as it seems) !!

Here's also a drawing I did for it, think of it as a sort of title screen:

[nimbus-bugs]

“Just know that I lost my daughter once, and I will not lose her again. So if I do, I will go on a warpath the likes of which no man, woman, or huevo has ever seen. Do you understand that?”

Mariana blinks in surprise, then leans back more and takes his hands off of Charlie. He finds, strangely, that he misses the warmth. “Yo entiendo.”

Burn You to Ash - Chapter 3 by @widowofshor

[sannylity]

You know what?

I want a multi-chaptered QSMP fic of the whole server feeling guilty and regretful for how poorly they treated Slimeriana.

After Etoiles revealed that Tilin and Juanaflippa died from a sweeping edge bug, I want nothing more than for Slimeriana to have their grudge and resentful arc over everyone. I don’t even care if it stirs clear from the current character development of Charlie. But I want them finding out about the bug being the last straw because they’ve been taking everyone’s shit for too long.

I want Foolish feeling shitty for his unnecessary casual jokes bringing up Juanaflippa to Charlie, I want him to feel guilty for always insulting Charlie and as well as Mariana during the funeral.

I want Roier to feel awful for how he kept mocking and joking about Juana to Mariana, for how he slandered his name to Charlie at the wedding when he’s supposed to be a friend to Mariana.

I want BBH to be guilty over how manipulative he was to Charlie for suggesting to sacrifice Mariana for Juanaflippa’s life when he didn’t even know they could work together to bring her back. For having a huge hand on villainizing Charlie to the french so he is only seen as a cold murderer.

I want everyone to feel and know that they had a hand on why Slimeriana moved and isolated far away from them. Like, how everyone consoled Phil for misclicking Tallulah but was awful to both Charlie and Mariana about it. I want them to feel bad for laughing at Charlie being shot by Foolish displayed in the museum.

I just want the satisfaction of how justified Slimeriana could be to be upset and angry at everyone. They deserve a little treat for everyone trying to make amends to them when the damage is already done. That’s it. That’s the prompt.

[spookitapes]

faking an orgasm w/ chuckle sandwich (100 followers special)

summary | rip that pussy fr. you fake an orgasm and must pay the prices for ur actions bro. praying ur coochie survives tbh...

pairing |  jschlatt x fem!reader , ted nivision x fem!reader, charlie slimecicle x fem!reader

warnings/cw | smut, overstimulation, edging, doggy style, fingering, rough sex, humiliation, degradation, fucking while on ft, bathroom sex, spanking, mean!ted, sucking balls bc I'm nasty, male masturbation, panties used as binds, orgasm denial, etc.

word count | 4k

!! 18+ MINORS DNI !!

a/n: sorry this is late guys i had some family emergencies !! buuut it's finally here !! i was gonna make it longer, but ill make up for it with more soon :))) hope you ennjooyyy !! (AND AGAIN THANK YOU FOR 100 AHHHH)

not proofread, sorry for any mistakes !!

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↳˗ˏˋ jschlatt ˊˎ˗ ↴

the clock on the living room shelf reads 3:15am. you can barely make it out from your current position; face smushed into the couch cushions with your ass in the air. schlatt's got a hand on your back, forcing the arch deeper as he watches himself disappear into your pussy.

"please go f-faster !"

"only after you cum for me, doll..you know the deal."

there's a hint of a smile in his tone, and it pisses you off. he's been gone for 3 1/2 weeks and this is how he treats you when he gets back? you always make fun of him for being impatient...but now he's proving you wrong in the cruelest of ways. he surprised you a week earlier than planned, snuck up on you while you took your morning shower. you were so lost in your own world you didn't notice the door reopening & closing, or the sound of his clothes hitting the floor..you definitely didn't notice the sound of the shower door, because it made your heart fall out of your ass when you felt arms wrap around your naked waist.

"it's just me, sweetheart," rung out in that deep ny accent you're become accustomed to.

you turned around in his arms, swatting attacks on his chest. your smile shining even as you tried to hold up the annoyed front. he looked at you with so much love and admiration it almost made you feel bad as you went to scold him, "what the hell, jay! you scar-"

but he cut you off with a passionate kiss. weeks worth of missing you all wrapped up into it. from the way he traced figure 8's on your hip, to the other hand that left to cradle your face..you could feel it all pouring out of him. but the second your arms wrapped around his neck to deepen it, he pulled away with that signature 'up to no good' smirk of his plastered on that mother fucking face.

"come on, babe. we gotta hurry so you can open your early gifts."

so he kissed your forehead and continued the shower like normal..he let you wash his hair like always and even let you do your skin routine on him. he made breakfast with you while wearing matching face masks, and after you ate he made you open the gifts he got you while away...well most of them.

and when you tried to show him your thanks in the form of getting on your knees...he stopped you. "I wasn't suppose to be back for a whole other week," that stupid ass smirk returned to his face. "so you can be good girl and wait...can't ya, honey? you can prove to me you deserve your last gift, right?"

the mention of another gift caught you off guard, you tilted your head at him from between his legs with confusion written all over your face.

"if it's not your cock I don't want it," comes out with a pout trailing on your lips.

a hand grabbed you, cheeks smushed together as he dragged your faces together. "trust me when I tell you I won't touch you for a whole goddamn month if you don't listen, understood? you think a week is bad, doll? let's try 4."

you whined out a pitiful noise before nodding in agreement. the hand quickly moved down to your throat. "don't push your luck, y/n. now..I said are.we.understood?" he let his grip tighten around your throat after each word, that fuzzy feeling clouding your head.

"y-yeah jay, I understand!"

.........

you made it all of 3 days into the 7 before you caved..coming to him dressed in nothing but the pretty chiffon slip he gifted you from his trip, begging for a truce. so he smiled at you and said he'd fuck you how you like...all you had to do is let him have his way with you for 4 orgasms. since you couldn't wait the remaining days like he wanted, he'd just make you wish you had...

the first orgasm was fast; he didn't waste any time sliding your see thru dress up your thighs to bury his tongue between them. he ate you like a man starved– messy and loud as he sucked every drop that left your sweet pussy.

the second wasn't too far behind the first. schlatt didn't give you time to recover as he shoved two of his fingers inside you before sucking on your clit again. your hands tangled in his hair, back arching and toes curling.

it took him all of 5 minutes to have you cumming again for the third time. adding another finger and grinding it into your spot while leaving open mouth kisses on your body. sucking on your neglected nipples thru the sheer fabric, his palm stimulating your clit just right.

and that brings us to now– the fourth and last before you get your reward, but schlatt's not playing fair. he's edging you at such a slow pace there are tears streaming down your face. it feels like he's been at it for hours. slowly slipping in and out of your pussy, pulling out and giving you a pussy job when he feels you're too close.

you're frustrations are at an all time high...so you do something you've never thought about with schlatt. you start breathing harder, thrashing around a little, and you put on your best performance...so full of yourself and so confident he won't notice.

as soon as your done, you're feigning exhaustion as you lower your hips down to the soft texture of the couch. schlatt leans his body down onto yours, his chest against your back. a hand comes up to run through your hair, and you let yourself lean into its comfort.

until it turns into his fingers digging into your scalp and pulling your head back so he's right against your ear, "you know the funniest thing just happened, honey. you made all that racket, but I didn't feel my pussy tighten up like she does when she cums."

your apology shortly dies on your tongue, because schlatt's pulling out of you and landing spanks to your pussy in an instant. he flips you over, and with a hand tightly on your throat he's bullying his cock back into you. he isn't holding back this time though— ohhhh no. you wanna spoil his fun ? you wanna be a brat ? fine he's just gonna fuck you till your pussy can't cream on him anymore.

"funny to think you're always calling me the impatient one, but now you're the one that can't wait 4 more days to get this pussy played with, huh angel?"

when the last load of jonny’s cum is bullied into your cunt the sun rise is shining in thru the windows, basking you both in a warm amber glow. you both find comfort in the cosy ambiance that settles around you.

and you're both panting, trying to catch your breaths from the pipe he just laid when a sinister smirk crosses your face, "soooooo…can I have my gift now?"

schlatt let's out an airy laugh before he lands a playful slap to your ass, pulling you closer to him before leaving a kiss to your forehead.

"absolutely not. you're waiting the 4 damn days, and I don't wanna hear no lip about it neither."

“buuuut baaaaabbbbyyy i- oOOOOUUUUCCHHHH !!”

you’re grabbing at your forehead and kicking your legs out defensively towards your boyfriend because of the flick he just gave you. he’s obviously finding it amusing, rolling away from your line of reach while tears fill his eyes from laughing so hard.

“goddamn you got a thick ass cranium, babe! my fucking finger hurts so bad!”

(bonus)

unlike you, he actually holds out until the last day. schlatt's super excited though, considering the importance of the date. he couldn't sleep at all the night before, so he wakes you up with breakfast in bed..a box on the tray with a necklace inside.

"happy anniversary, doll. now you'll have a piece of me even when I'm away."

↳˗ˏˋ ted ˊˎ˗ ↴

when ted came up behind you as you did you’re makeup, the last thing you expected was to be bent over the bathroom counter taking back shots. you both needed to be heading out the door 5 minutes ago, but your boyfriend got too distracted by your costume. so now he’s balls deep fully dressed as austin powers while he has your top pulled down so he can see your tits bouncing.

“we-we’re gonna be l-laaaaate!” you’re whining while making eye contact with him thru the mirror.

you're trying so hard to not mess up your makeup, only having had your lips left to do...but now your wig’s not set, your outfits not ready anymore, and you're gonna have to cover up the hickeys he’s leaving on your neck. to say you’re stressed out would be an understatement.

“baby, you know schlatt doesn’t start anything on time. i bet no one’s even there yet, okay ? now stop worrying that pretty little head and let me make you feel good.”

as if on cue there’s a ding from your phone, a message from the big man himself asking when you think you two will be arriving since you’re bringing a good amount of the liquor.

“ignore him,” it comes out gruff as he flips your phone over so the screens no longer showing.

"b-but i still have to fin-finish getting ready!"

"and you will," the hand gripping the back of your neck forces you to look at your own reflection, "...but not until we're done, princess. now look at how pretty you are and take this dick."

your phone is vibrating now, ringing so loud it makes you jump at first. you already know it's schlatt and in that moment you start debating on the worst best? decision you've ever made. you go back and forth but when the sound of the phone dissipates followed by another text...you make up your mind. so without missing a beat, you start scrunching up your face, pushing your ass back against his thrusts, and faking the best moans you can produce. ted stops immediately, a confusing look adorning his face. he pulls out and you can feel him staring into your soul before you even rise your eyes to meet his gaze.

"....what...was that, y/n?"

"w-what do you mean? i cam dumbie," you smile up at him thru the reflection, "now let me finish getting ready, and ill suck you off while you drive."

ted's jaw drops at that, a scoff leaving his body as he shakes his head in disbelief. he's laughing soon enough, laughing so hard he falls forward to clutch his stomach.

"i know you're not calling that half-assed, theater kid performance an orgasm!"

your cheeks go red as you look away in the mirror; you can feel him staring into your soul without even looking up to meet his gaze.

“look at me, baby.”

but you don’t..you’re too shy now that he knows the truth.

“y/n.”

he’s turning you around now, but your eyes are trained on they bathroom tiles below you. refusing to meet his eyes as he calls your name again. next thing you know a hand is lightly gripping your chin to tilt it up towards him.

“just look at me, love. swear i’m not mad.”

so you take a deep breath before looking up, pouty lips and puppy dog eyes in full affect.

“stop looking at me like that.”

“like what ?”

“like that.”

you furrow your brows and lightly slap him on the chest before attempting to turn back around. but ted’s arms are wrapping around you, your naked chest pressed to his clothed one. he notices your nipples are sensitive as you shiver from the contact as they brush against his costume. at this he picks you up to set you on the counter.

“i think i need to teach you a lesson, baby.”

you whine at this, voice annoyed as you once again try to tell him you need to get ready. but ted’s spanking your inner thigh to get you to shut up, his voice deepening for what he says next.

“what’s rule one, princess?”

your thighs clench around his hand even though it’d take him less than 5 seconds to overpower you and force them back open again. you curse as the involuntary needy tone leaves you and flows thru the air, sounding breathless as you go to answer him.

“…n-no..no back talking.”

“mhmm,” he’s pushing your legs apart and sliding his fingers closer to your center, “and what are you doing?”

a frown spreads across your face, “..i-i’m talking back..”

“so what should i do, y/n?” he’s rubbing circles on your clit at this point, making you feel all fuzzy.

“y-you should punish me, teddy.”

he’s groaning out at the nickname, fingers moving to push inside of you at a rough pace. you can hear the sound of ted’s fingers fucking you and his palm smacking your clit from how good he’s giving it to you. you start squirming around from the feeling, so overwhelmed since you didn’t expect to be this sensitive from not actually cumming earlier. but his free arm is wrapping around your hips to keep you still as he starts pressing kisses to your jaw, bound to add to the mess of marks he’s already left there. you’re sweating at this point, clawing at your boyfriend's shoulders as he moans into your neck.

“you're gonna cum on my fingers, cum on my dick, then we're leaving. you can fix your shit in the car since you're in such a hurry, princess."

you're moaning out at that, getting tighter at how rude his tone is. ted's been rough with you plenty of times. he's your dom for christ's sake, but...he's never been this mean.

(and you're mclovin it)

"aww you like that? felt you clenchin on me, baby," you can feel his smile against your skin.

you're nodding your head, too busy moaning to find words. the orgasm building in your stomach is coming faster than you realized.

'i-i'm gonna cuuuum!"

"go ahead, cum all over my fingers like the slut you are."

the orgasm rips thru your body at the permission, your noises being silenced as ted gives you a passionate kiss while he helps you ride it out. as soon as your body calms down he's pulling you off the counter,

"ohh shit, i got you love!"

he catches you on your shaky legs, kissing your nose before spinning you around. you're finally met with your reflection once again, ted's cock lining up with your entrance as one of his hands intertwines with yours. he slides in slowly, bottoming out with a groan. he stays still for a few minutes just to tease you..and it works. so you start pushing back against him, wiggling your ass for extra measure. he's landing a light slap to your ass with his free hand, a smirk on his lips as he starts slamming into you. but soon enough your phone's going off again, schlatt's face filling up your screen for the second time tonight.

"answer it."

"w-what?"

"answer it, princess. let's see how good your poker face is."

your free hand scrambles to grab your phone, bending over a little so ted's out of the frame and your tits aren't on screen.

"what the fuck is taking you bastards so long?" comes blaring through your speakers.

"s-sorry we're gonna head o-out soon!" you try to say it normally, but with the way ted's filling you up, it's nearly impossible.

schlatt's drowning in confusion, but then ted makes a mistake...he thursts in balls deep, a loud clap followed by your moans you can't hold back.

"t-teddy!" your brows are scrunching up and your toes curling as your boyfriend keeps the new pace, your grip loosening so schlatt gets an eye full of your tits bouncing with his best friend behind you. schlatt goes quiet, memorized by the sight on his phone.

"show big guy how you cream for me, love...and make sure he sees your pretty face when you cum."

your eyes roll into the back of your head when his fingers find your clit, cum so much it starts running down his dick and staining his pants. he fucks you through your orgasm, holding your overstimulated body up as he starts back up.

"almost done, baby. gonna cum in your cunt first though," he's bringing your still-conjoined hands to his mouth, pressing a kiss to the back of yours. he starts jackhammering his hips as your whines get louder. "w-want your cum, teddy! g-give it to me-- please baby. need it!"

ted slams into you one last time, stopping balls deep as you shiver from him pressing against your g spot juuuust right. he lets out a deep groan as he empties inside of you, pulling your head back to reconnect your lips as his hands wrap around your waist.

(bonus)

silence ensues as your breathing regulates, falling into the comfort of his embrace...until your ears pick up on a familiar accent,

"holy.fucking.shit."

↳˗ˏˋ charlie ˊˎ˗ ↴

you and charlie are having a movie night at his place, the half-eaten popcorn bowl abandoned on the coffee table beside an empty bag of gummy bears. the sun setting and your full belly are a bad combo as your eyelids grow heavier as the seconds tick by. you're about to pass out when you feel him move behind you, hips pressing into yours as he yawns. you let out a loud whine, cockwarming him now backfiring as it makes you start to throb around him.

"don't tell me you were about to fall asleep," his voice startles you so you jump a little. making your predicament worse as it makes his dick hits a spot deep within you, moaning out as you press your thighs together. "s-shut up!"

he just laughs at that, wrapping his arms around you to pull you flush against his chest. you grip his forearms, feeling him somehow sink even deeper into you. "stooop baby..this isn't fair!"

you look over your shoulder, giving him a sad look to guilt trip him. it seems to work because he's pulling out to quickly slam back in, hands going to strip you of his oversized hoodie you have on. (the ONLY thing you have on btw)

charlie's a sweetheart, always treating you like a queen in and out of the bedroom. but you notice the dark look in his eye sometimes, the way he gets lost in his head and will start pounding into you. you know he's holding back, can sense it every time your intimate...and you crave to know what's going thru his head in those moments. so you do the only thing you know charlie will hate. you two specifically spoke about faking orgasms the first time you has sex.

"just be honest with me, i need to learn your body and what you like. don't gotta pretend with me, y/n. never with me, okay?"

you know he's got a dom in him somewhere, so you do what you have to to see if you can bring it out. as he squeezes your newly uncovered tits you start your plan with loud moans pouring from your mouth. you do the poorest job of faking it, making sure to give your worst performance possible. you feel charlie freeze up behind you, his arms loosening from around you.

"ch-charlie?" your voice shakes as you call out to him, "why'd you stop, baby?"

before you know it he's pulling out of your pussy, forcing you off the couch and onto your knees. "you know exactly why. don't act fucking dumb," his eyes are set into a glare as he spits the words at you. your hands go to grab his cock, thinking he wants to use your throat. but he's slapping your hands away before going to grab your panties off the floor, using them to bind your hands behind your back.

"now you're gonna fucking sit there and let me cum on that pretty face like the slut you are," he's standing in front of you now, towering over your naked frame on the floor. your sitting on your knees, bound and so wet it's driving you insane. your boyfriend's muscles are flexing as he pumps his cock, red angry tip leaking precum profusely.

you start squirming, trying to get some pleasure from pressing your thighs together as you watch him in all his glory. he thankfully doesn't notice for a few minutes, too lost in his new mindset he's finally opening up. but when he does he's kicking your legs apart, free hand going to your hair to bring your attention up to him, "so goddamn needy but you're not cumming tonight, baby."

you whine at that, opening your mouth to talk back but you're cut off by charlie shoving his balls into your mouth. your brain melts as your tongue massages him, eyes going hazy as you slip into sub space. there's drool running down your chin, switching between his balls as he starts letting out some whines of his own.

"keep fucking sucking," he's quickening his pace now. the air in the room reeking of sex as charlie's chest starts heaving, cheeks growing red as he nears closer to his orgasm. you do your best to make it the best you can without your hands, pussy leaking all over the floor from the sight above you.

"oooh fuuuuuccckkk," he's forcing your head to stay choking on his balls as he pumps himself to the edge. your eyes are rolling into the back of your skull from the grip in your hair, moaning out at the feeling. he's whimpering as ropes of his cum paint your face, the vibrations finally sending him into nirvana. he releases your hair, petting your head as he leans down to untie your wrists.

"you okay, baby? did i go too far? fuck I'm so sor-" you cut him off with a kiss. silencing his doubts as you burst into a smile, pulling away to smirk at him as you reflect on what just happened.

"my plan totally worked!"

his mouth falls open at your confession, completely caught off guard by your sneaky ass games.

"i knew you couldn't have been that bad of an actor! no way that was your best fake orgasm!" he's smiling at you as he brings your wrists to his mouth, leaving kisses against the red marks.

"obviously! i could definitely fool you if I wanted," a scream leaves your lips as soon as the sentence leaves your mouth. charlie doesn't hesitate to throw you over his shoulder as he lands a playful slap on your ass.

"yeah sure, cupcake," your view of the floor is flipped as your boyfriend tosses you onto his bed. "now lay back and let me show you why you don't ever have to fake an orgasm again...even if it was only to set me off. "

"i don't know…it got us what we both wanted, right?" there's a light in your eyes as you say it, giggles flowing thru you effortlessly.

"oh you're trouble," he's lowering himself against your body, smile never leaving his face.

"yeah…but that's why you like me so much."

"yeah.. it is you fucking psycho."

(bonus)

"cooome on, baby," it's moaned into your overstimulated pussy, charlie devouring you from underneath. he's been between your thighs for an hour now, with this last round leading him to sweet-talk you into sitting on his face. your juices are running down his face and chest, hands tangled in his hair. you two lock eyes as your stomach starts twisting up for the fifth time tonight. there's a smugness to his voice as your legs start shaking around his head, "yeaaahh this one's real, huh honey?"

[tiny-crecher]

The genloss surgery scene from Charlie’s perspective, inspired by this post I made.

HEAVY HEAVY HEAVY gore warning like. seriously.

you can also read it on ao3

It was the smell of antiseptic that hit him first.

Charlie’s mind was fuzzy. His body felt heavy. And cold. Very cold. He didn’t have the strength to open his eyes yet, but he could tell he was lying flat on… something. It wasn’t very comfortable.

The second thing Charlie was aware of were voices. Two of them, one directly to his left, one a little father and more artificial-sounding. A recording, perhaps?

He shifted his head, letting a sliver of light seep through his eyelids. It was dim and greenish and awful. He could vaguely see movement from the left.

A surgical glove snapped. Charlie’s eyes shot open.

He found himself in what appeared to be a hospital room, a dingy fluorescent light casting a yellow-green hue over everything. He was in an old hospital gown, with a pale blue sheet covering the majority of his body.

It was then that he realized he was laid out on an operating table.

Charlie looked up at his surgeon.

He’d seen that damned mask before.

The surgeon themself seemed rather young. Maybe a teen still? They were at least younger than Charlie.

“I don’t want to do this… oh god.”

It was when they started pulling the sheet back to expose Charlie’s bare stomach that he started to fully grasp the situation.

The kid turned to their left and started rummaging through a box of surgical tools.

Oh fuck.

Oh fuck.

“I’m so sorry. I need to- I need to live. You don’t understand I need to live.”

Charlie knew the game. He knew that no one won. He knew that he’d been though it before. He knew he hadn’t been the first. Clearly he hadn’t been the last, either. But this kid… maybe they could be. Maybe they could be the one to stop this cycle.

So Charlie came to a conclusion. He had to endure whatever torment that awaited him in order to give this teen a fighting chance.

A pair of rusted scissors glinted in the light.

Charlie braced.

The teen plunged the scissors into his abdomen, and Charlie screamed. The pain was immediate, a searing fire starting from his center and rippling outwards in waves upon waves of torment. Every part of him screeched in protest and agony as the scissors dug even deeper, tearing upwards through flesh and muscle and sinew. His vision blurred, the room beginning to swirl into a nightmarish, distorted haze. He was vaguely aware of the sweat that was clinging to him, starting to mix with the tears that were streaming down his face.

This needs to happen.

And it kept fucking going.

Fingers dug into his skin and began to pull, shoving aside skin and fat until Charlie had a wonderful view of his entire digestive tract. The teen’s hands dove even deeper, starting to wrap around his intestines and slowly stringing them out.

This needs to happen.

Charlie convulsed, crying out with each twist and tug. He could feel blood beginning to drip down his hands from where his fingernails were digging into his palms. His body was but a stage for this twisted performance.

This needs to happen.

His breaths were ragged, each one hurting more than the last as his heaving chest jostled his torn open stomach. Bolts of anguish radiated out from his core as the teen continued to just dig, shooting tendrils of pain through his veins and into every nerve in his body. The world was hazy and fragmented, blurring and unblurring at a rapidfire pace. The smell of antiseptic had been washed away with the scent of his own blood, metallic and nauseating.

This needs to happen. This needs to happen. This needs to happen.

Charlie shrieked and spasmed as something was ripped from him. His screams echoed against the tiled walls of the room, a desperate plea for release that only fell on deaf ears. Time itself was beginning to warp, stretching into a torturous eternity. Every fiber of his being cried out for mercy. But he knew that none would come.

“What is- what is this?”

Charlie managed to focus his eyes for a brief second on what the teen was holding. It took him a bit to actually understand what he was seeing, with his mind so fogged with pain and the object completely drenched in his own blood, but after a moment he realized:

It was a game piece, from Mousetrap. It was the missing piece of a puzzle.

Charlie would’ve sighed with relief if he could actually breathe. They got the piece. He had no idea how the fuck it got inside of him, and frankly he didn’t really want to, but they got it. They had a chance. That made it all worth it.

The kid had what they needed. But of course, they didn’t know that. So onwards they went, continuing their merciless work of ravaging through Charlie’s torso, gutting him for all the world the see. Time lost its meaning. His body was nothing but a vessel for agony. But he had to hold onto that hope. He had to hope this kid, whoever they were, would be the one to break the cycle. He just had to.

He just fucking had to.

[shroommush]

Vague spoilers for Slime-Cycle (my slimecicle vigilante fic) but look, it's the silly!!! :D

[slime-sandwhich-nom]

Why is he so dramatic bro

[espresso-lessdepresso]

i1.1

fluff

pt.1/2, pt.2/2 here

Knock knock knock.

The room was cool and your bed was pleasantly warm. It was the perfect combination for a weekend to sleep in after a hectic trip with your friends. Due to the odd number of group members, you gladly took the last room with one bed.

Knock knock knock.

The blanket covered half of your body and it felt so soft against your skin, like silky clouds. The rays of the sun seeped into your hotel room through sheer white curtains, though they did not cast their rays on you and wake you up. You thanked your past self for pulling the curtains only halfway, leaving the bed-side of your room dimly lit with the reflection of the morning sky.

Knock knock knock Knock knock knock– 

Angrily, you ripped the covers off of you and stomped over to the entrance. Opening the door, you were met with someone far too awake for your liking. 

“Good morning!” The man beamed at you, “Were you in the bathroom? You took a while.” 

Deadpan, you replied, “I was hoping that if I waited just a bit longer, the knocking would have stopped.”

Charlie gazed at you, a corner of his lip still tugged to one side. Your devilish hair and still half-asleep self was a sight to see. Not to mention how your hand had a corner of the blanket balled in a fist and dragged to the door. 

“Charlie,” You sighed “we made plans for 10. Its...” Leaning back, you read the time “6 a.m. The sun isn’t even awake yet.’

He shrugged and twisted, “I knoooowww. I just thought that...if we meet early then that would mean we get to spend more time together... before we have to catch out flights and eventually go in opposite directions.” 

You and his stupid pout, you thought. As much as you wanted to shut the door in this face, it would be a crime to do so against your sweetest Charlie. 

You open the door, “Fine.” and grab his hand. 

As you drag him into your hotel room towards the bed, Charlie smugly asked, “It’s a bit early for that, don’t you think?” 

You roll your eyes, “Shut. I am still very tempted to kick you out.”

Once the both of you are in bed, you lay under the covers and Charlie sits with his back rested against the headboard. You easily slip into slumber, all while interlocking your fingers with Charlie’s. Now, Charlie knows that he is an early bird unlike most of his friends and that he greatly contrasts the night owl that you are. And because of this contrast, his fondness for you only deepens when you spend your sleeping hours with him, despite sleep being the most precious thing to you. Well, second-most. 

.✦ . ⁺ . ✦ . ⁺ . ✦ . ⁺ . ✦ . ⁺ . ✦ . ⁺ . ✦ . ⁺ . ✦ .

After two heavenly hours of sleep, your eyes blink open to your room considerably brighter than before. The curtains were pulled all the way back but the rash rays of sunlight did not blind you as Charlie was still seated in the same position, now blocking you from the sun. 

The sun drew an... elegant silhouette of Charlie. His features were softly outlined from the furrowing of his brows to the bridge of his nose and down the rest of his figure. He held a book to his face and seemed to have read a great deal of it while you were sleeping. The entire day could have been spent studying him, but your peeking came to a stop as his eyes flickered towards you. 

Charlie tilted and that familiar smile tugged his lips. Your palms were still holding each other, though looser than before. “Waking up?” 

“Do I have any other option?”

“Not really, no. Good morning.” His lips touched your forehead and you felt his smile press against you as you wished him the same. “I ordered breakfast.” 

“When?” 

“While you were drooling on my hand and snoring loud enough to challenge a motorbike.” 

“...I’m going back to--”

“NOO!”

Pt. 2 coming soon.

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[someidiot-withadhd]

when writing, I absolutely love having characters make random animals sounds

like, slimecicle is a slime right? He’ll sound squishy or muddy sometimes and he’ll chirp and chitter. The fuckin’ little sounds that critters make,

or quackity will quack or honk when he gets mad!

and Jaiden’s screams sound like parrot sounds!!

it’s really fun

[nikaizkool]

chubby s/o hcs beanie trio, oxeyduo

Quackity

: he'd lay his head down on your stomach looking at his phone while resting his head, youd play with the hair peeking out of his beanie twirling it around your finger, giving him as little head massage.

he loves it sm i just idk. him cuddling with your stomach with his arms wrapped around your lower back with his head pressed onto your stomach

George

: hed come up behind you and squeeze your stomach tickling your sides kissing your neck down to your shoulder, lifting you up by your stomach spinning you around

Sapnap

: hed kiss you all over literally anywhere hed lay down on your thighs facing your stomach smothering his face in your stomach

Wilbur

: the height difference between you two is wild so he cant cuddle your stomach or smthng so he just lays with you, his hands behind your neck and your head in his chest sometimes he'll just lay on the floor while your on the couch and hed lay his head inbetween your thighs as you play with his curls.

Charlie

: hed literally be so giggly around you. hed sneak up on you and turn you around tickling your stomach till you were both on the ground laughing