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[heaurtbeatings]

MAYBE WE’LL LOVE IT

Marriage is a difficult thing to decide on .. or, you finally say yes

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

AUTHORS NOTE & MORE . .

sighs dreamily. oh how i love the idea getting married. might write the wedding.. be prepared who knows!

You had rejected the reality of marriage, at least for yourself. The idea of getting asked the big question, the venue and planning, walking down the aisle while staring into the eyes of the love of your life with a crowd of eyes watching. It was all so loving and peaceful, but you had settled on the fact that it was not your destiny. It was something that felt right to ignore until you had finally met someone who had you contemplating what your heart truly wanted.

“You know how I feel about this. I mean, like—“ you breathed out, running a hand through your hair as you stared up at Schlatt. It wasn’t uncommon that you spent late nights, or early mornings, in bed talking about your doubts with moving forward with him. Schlatt was an amazingly good listener, which surprised you at first with how gruff his persona was to outsiders, but it made you fall more in love with the sides of himself he chose to share with you. “Okay, but what if we do it and then I fall out of love.. Or you want to travel and work and do more, and I don’t want the same?”

“Then we figure it out.” He whispered as he placed a firm kiss to the top of your head. “You haven’t gotten that bored of me yet, right? So we figure it out.” He watched as you thought, smiling to himself as you shifted to hold his hand in yours. Imagining picking out wedding bands, carving out initials into the inside of them, exchanging rings at the altar. It all made your stomach burst into butterflies.

“But with me? Are you sure? There are so—“ you sighed softly as Schlatt silenced you with a shake of his head. He knew you as if he was connected to your heart, as if you two shared a brain. You knew he found it amusing when you kept going back and forth with yourself, trying to make sense of it all when you already knew what you wanted. It was his special skill: reading you like a book.

“This is big. I mean super duper big.” You spoke.

And I want big with you, toots.” He replied, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. “Whaddya’ say? Gonna be my missus or what?”

“Oh yeah?” You asked in a flirtatious tone, laughing as you leaned in to lay on top of his chest. You could feel his body jitter as he chuckled, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “Yeah.” He said with a smile as big as ever as he took in your flushed face. “You know I got more than enough money to get you a big ass diamond if that’s whatcha’ want.”

“You’ve got such a way with words, y’know that?” You choked out through your laughter. Schlatt was it; you knew he was, and you knew what it meant. No more rejection, no more doubt, and no more running from the reality of what your heart chose.

“Okay..” you paused, settling in on the reality of what you were agreeing to. “Okay, yeah.” You watched as Schlatt eyed you in confusion.

He sat up on his elbows, nodding as he looked at you with surprise when he pieced together what you said. “Yeah?” He asked, mildly unsure if you were trying to trick him or if you had finally figured it out.

“How many times do I have to say it? Yes, I’ll do it with you.” You muttered, leaning in to kiss him. “I’ll marry you, dummy.”

[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, HINTS OF CNC

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.