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[heaurtbeatings]

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.

[heaurtbeatings]

FAVOURITE TEDDIES

You’ve started to wonder why Jambo and Soup are disappearing at night.. Or, absolutely not inspired by the cutest tweet ever..

259 WORDS - GN READER - FLUFF , NO CWS! ★ ׂ .

AUTHORS NOTE & MORE :

this is such an unbelievably cute thought.. sigh, firm girldad schlatt believer. so sorry that this in super short :\ i’m nervous to post for the first time $&&#! but enjoy nonetheless! btw this is more of a cat fic..

　 · 　Ever since you and Schlatt came home from the hospital with your bundle of joy, your doe eyed daughter, the cats have been infatuated with her.

　 · 　Instantly, Jambo and Soup became her shadow. Whatever she went off to do, the duo were trailing closely behind her. From the second that she learnt how to walk to when she started forming understandable sentences and gave them their very first nicknames, the two would act as if they were her personal guards.

　 · 　Schlatt loved that they were so attentive towards his little girl, so much so that he considered them to be her knights in shining armour — or fluff in this case.

　 · 　It wasn’t soon after her third birthday that you began to notice them missing from their beds during the night. As your relationship with Schlatt lengthened, you noticed that he kept the cat beds right beside his own, so it started to seem strange of them to begin disappearing each night.

　 · 　You decided to bring it up with Schlatt. Obviously worried that something was out of the ordinary, the first thing you wanted to do was to make sure that they were showing signs if something bad was arising.

　 · 　“It’s probably the baby, Sweets.” Was the first thing Schlatt said. “D’ya want me to check her nanny cam?”

　 · 　And, of course, what do you see as you both watch through her bedtime recordings? Your baby girl has both of the cats in her bed: Jambo asleep on her pillow, right above her head, and Soup cradled in her arms.