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i am writing somerhing 😈 MMMEEOOOWWW!! 🐕🐕🐕🐕🐮🐮🐮🐮🐰🐰🐰🐰🐰

miaw👽🐶👾🛸🛸🐾🛸

RED HELLO

miiiaaauuuu 🦄🦄🦄🦄🦄🦄🦄

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mmaaaoooowwwwwwww 🐯🐯🐯🐭🐭🐭🐭🦆🦆🦆🦆🦆🦆

miaw👽🐶👾🛸🛸🐾🛸

RED HELLO

miiiaaauuuu 🦄🦄🦄🦄🦄🦄🦄

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miaw👽🐶👾🛸🛸🐾🛸

RED HELLO

miiiaaauuuu 🦄🦄🦄🦄🦄🦄🦄

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thieep

go to thieep lil bro

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GIVE IN TO HIM

Charlie loves it when you give in to him.. Or, porn with no plot with the cutest guy..

342 WORDS - FEM! READER - SMUT, MAYBE DUBCON?

AUTHOR NOTES & MORE . .

minors do not interact. i’m not responsible for your media consumption! ( ★ ) this is a loot shorter ‘n tamer than i initially imagined but it is written. most likely going to rewrite this in the future when i actually remember how to write sex.. scratches head

Charlie, who has his hands traveling down your shirt, his breath hot on your neck as he speaks to you in such a condescending tone, his face in the crook of your neck as he does so.

“Not gonna make a sound, yeah? Gonna be so.. so good...”

Charlie, who slips his fingers under the waistband of your jeans, groping you through your panties as if you were a toy — palming the fat of your pussy. He watches you as you wince at the sting of him pushing his fingers in you, cooing at you while giving you a second of mercy before messing with your spongy walls with the tips of his middle and index fingers.

“You’re such an angel.. such a sweet girl, taking this so well.”

His voice is harsh, while the words he uses reminds you of how much he cares about you; how what he’s doing is for your own good. He knows you love it when he forces you to give in to him.

Charlie, who won’t hesitate to remind you that he is oh so much stronger than you and that he won’t stop until you give him what he wants. He wraps his arm around your neck, placing you in a headlock, kissing you roughly — his spit making a mess on your face.

Charlie, who mocks you when you tell him you can’t cum again. Charlie, who doesn’t care what your body says because right now he’s in charge, right now your body listens to him only.

“Can’t cum on my fingers no more? Maybe if I put my dick in you, d’ya think you’ll be able to gimme what I want, huh? What d’you say, gonna cum on my cock?”

Charlie, who fucks you with no remorse. He grabs a handful of your hair from the crown of your head and pulls you up gently, sloppily kissing you with care that is the complete opposite of the pace of his hips, slamming into you over and over until you’re practically sobbing from overstimulation.

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ths just reminded me of the charlie green fic i completely abandoned. sorry to the two ppl in my inbox who were excited abt it

still thinking about charlie's beast boy costume and just thinking abt like. going to a party w him and at some point your friends cant find either of you until you stumble out of a closet with him and he's got missing patches of green paint along his jaw and neck meanwhile you have green paint all over your mouth and neck and hands

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instagram – jschlatt

pairing: jschlatt x (fem)reader  summary: random and short jschlatt social media au post genre: fluff

liked by jschlatt, tommyinnit, and 2.3k others

youruser: big guy won't like this but happy anniversary lover ♡

view all 239 comments

jschlatt: Delete this.

↳ youruser: no

↳ jschlatt: Okay.

user1: schlatt being a softie is insane to me

↳ user2: bro bought her a fucking car wym

tommyinnit: get this off my screen thanks

↳ youruser: be nice

↳ tommyinnit: okay, only because you are nice to me, not because i like you or schlatt or anything

↳ youruser: thx

tednivison: wow happy anniversary! miss u guys

↳ youruser: miss u more teddy !!!!!

↳ tednivison: please come see me again

↳ youruser: gotta ask jschlatt for that bud

↳ jschlatt: No.

↳ tednivison: fuck you

user3: wait this is so cute :(

thetuckerkeane: Congratulations you two!

↳ youruser: thanks tucker :D

user4: bf pics of schlatt..... what alternate universe is this

wes10: YAY ANNIVERSARY!!!!!

↳ youruser: YAY WESTON!!!!!

user5: two of the nine pictures including a cat is so schlatt coded

slmccl: very cool

↳ youruser: ur cool

user6: ikea date.. god get married already

↳ user7: like we're all waiting at this point im gna put a ring on it before him

↳ youruser: LOL enough schlatt slander please

user8: this is changing my perception of him wdym he's like in love

↳ user9: parasocial headass.

user10: how long have they even been dating

↳ youruser: this is our 4 years!

↳ user10: omg hi queen

user11: four years is crazy

↳ user12: the fact that we've only known for the past few months he's been dating is crazy

↳ user9: parasocial headass.

result of my scrolling on pinterest :3 tried to make this funny silly but idk i feel like schlatt wouldnt be so open and lovely dovey irl so didnt do too much

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#representation

tabinity is real we are the new dnf. everyone make tiktok compilations

MAKE EM!!!!!!!!!

ly wifey 😘🥰

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tabinity is real we are the new dnf. everyone make tiktok compilations

MAKE EM!!!!!!!!!

ly wifey 😘🥰

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tabinity is real we are the new dnf. everyone make tiktok compilations

MAKE EM!!!!!!!!!

ly wifey 😘🥰

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okay but imagine the winter dates with schlatt:

★ he takes you on a drive to look at the christmas lights, and the two of you end up driving up and down the street for an hour because you can’t agree on the best house

★ he takes you out to play in the snow, and you both make snow angels, build snowmen, and have a snowball fight until you’re too tired and cold to keep going. then, he brings you inside and starts a fire, getting you a glass of hot chocolate

★ he makes gift shopping actually fun

★ he’s not the best at decorating, but no way in hell you’ll put up that tree alone. he’s going his best to put up the ordainments, but it’s… not the best. but he seems so proud that you don’t have the heart to say no. it’s the experience that counts anyways, right?

★ it’s a similar situation when you decorate gingerbread houses- all of his twitter agrees that you definitely won.

★ he always knows the perfect gifts for you. it’s like he can read your mind, always knowing exactly what you want the most. opening presents together is the best

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basically

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NON-freaks dni. This is a freaks only zone

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amoeba

me and my moots are the funniest ppl alive

we cant spell

we have limited vocabulary that mainly consists of gleep gloop and goop (with the occasional goo and goobie)

were all(?) gay which makes us inevitably funnier

and we watch slimecicle (self explanatory)

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look who’s back ;P

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ baseball player!schlatt x physiotherapist!reader, mentions of injuries, a lot of bickering, not proofread. english is not my first language.

“Where is he?!” You borderline scream as you enter the locker room, the sea of (luckily clothed, save for a couple shirtless ones) players turning their heads over to where you and the nurses stood at the door.

To your right, you heard the unmistakable and ever so insufferable sound of a gravel, low chuckle. Your head whipped in its direction, fire burning behind your dilated pupils as your eyes found his. Standing by the entrance to the showers (mistake number one, not supposed to put any weight on his left leg), a damp towel thrown over his shoulder and another one wrapped around his hips (mistake number two, no full body showers, no wetting the bandage), the dirty uniform he wore previously carelessly laid on the ground next to his feet (mistake number three, absolutely no playing for the next three months).

Mother. Fucker.

“You gotta be shitting me!” This time you screamed. The room erupted in laughter, but you didn’t find anything about this situation funny.

With a heavy sigh you looked over your shoulders, head nodding once, the silent signal for the nurses to go get him, and so they did, walking over to the man with the wheelchair he hated so much.

Schlatt stumbled backwards, the back of his knee hitting the wooden bench behind him and almost knocking him onto his ass. “Hey! What’s this about?”

“You’re late for your physical therapy session. Y’know, the place you should’ve been instead of in the field, disobeying my direct orders!?”

He scoffed. “Can I at least put some clothes on? Or you want me to go like this, doc?”

I’m gonna kill this bitch, you thought.

But, instead of jumping on him like a hungry lioness and taking a piece of his jugular off with your own teeth, you just inhaled deeply, holding the oxygen in your lungs for a couple of seconds before letting go.

“Just bring the clothes,” you said calmly, “we’ll help you put them on in the clinic. Can’t risk you putting any more weight on your feet.”

Out of excuses, Schlatt reluctantly sat down on the wheelchair. Huffing and puffing his way out.

“I can’t believe you did that!” You slammed the door to your office open, the wood plank hitting against the wall and making everything on it shake.

Schlatt, who now had a shirt on and had taken control of his own wheelchair, rolled his eyes as he rolled himself in. “You’re so dramatic. It was just a light practice, I didn’t even-“

“Dramatic?!” You did a 180°, twirling like a ballerina to angrily face him. “Schlatt, you’re 100% my responsibility. If you keep disregarding what I tell you, you won’t get any better, and if you don’t get any better the higher ups are gonna blame me for that! I could lose my job!”

Schlatt kept looking up at you with a blank expression, and it was your time to roll your eyes. “Dunno why I’m telling you any of that, it’s not like you care anyways.”

You walk over behind your desk, opening the top drawer and taking some new bandages to replace Schlatt’s damp one, while he takes the moment you weren’t looking to get up, quickly throwing the towel around his hip to the floor and putting his underwear on.

“You’re not gonna lose your job.” He grunted, sitting back down on the wheelchair.

“Sure buddy,” you scoffed, closing back the drawer, “because when they ask you why haven’t you recovered you’ll tell them that’s it’s ‘cause you didn’t listen to me.”

“You think I’m that much of a douchebag I’ll just throw you under the bus like that?”

You crouched down in front of him, placing his feet on top of your knee, fingers working skillfully as you undid the bandage, careful as to not hurt him in the process.

“You’re not a douchebag, Schlatt,” you sighed, “I just know where your priorities lie. And I don’t blame you, I’d do the same if I had the talent you do… and the salary.”

With yours eyes still fixated on changing the bandage on his sprained ankle, you heard him scoff. “My priorities? Yeah, right.” He leaned in, hand cupping your chin and lifting your head up, your eyes meeting his. “Maybe you should let me take you out for a couple drinks, show you where my priorities really lie.”

To say that his offer took you by surprise would be an overstatement. Ever since you started working with the Yankees, Schlatt has always flirted with you, just for fun (and you always send him on some HR visits, y’know, just for fun), but this is the first time he’s ever gotten this close to you, touching you while he talks with that smooth voice of his, that stupid grin plastered on his face. The bastard knows what he’s doing, and he knows he’s good at it.

You placed his feet back on the floor with little care, making him wince, and got up, your thighs burning a bit.

“You haven’t seen miss Anderson this month, have you?”

“Oh c’mon, toots,” he chuckled, “you can’t pretend you don’t like the attention forever. Just give me one night, you won’t regret it, I swear.”

You looked down at him, arms crossed over your chest. It’s not a matter of liking the attention, it’s more of a matter of not hating it. Or at least that’s what you’ve been trying to convince yourself.

“I’ll call Nelson to come help you put your pants.” You say after awhile of silence, making your way over to the door.

Schlatt lets out a breathy laugh. “Just so you know, I won’t let it go until you say yes!” He screamed as you walked away, leaving him by himself in your office.

You shook your head, a dumb little smile on your face.

I really hope you don’t.

aaaand scene 🎬 !! it took me three whole days to write this lmao, what can i say? i’m just that good at procrastinating 🤪

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REJOICE!!!

i’m writing the sex

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here have these dumbasses i drew at work

why does charlie look like that kill me