I'm Mel, I use he/they pronouns (ftm pride), I'm 19 (I'm an aries >:]) and I'm also Polish! (I want to move away so bad istg).
My current obsessions are Schlatt, Charlie Slimecicle, Ted Nivison, Wendigoon (respectfully), Stardew Valley (HARVEY MY BELOVED), Persona 3, GRAVITY FALLS and more!
DNI:
MINORS!!!!
WSS and SSS
Dream stans 🤡
basic dni
I WON'T write:
any bodily fluids (scat, piss, vomit, etc)
rape
incest
cnc
ageplay
weird age gaps
anything nsfw with minors
cc x cc (i specialize in x reader :p)
I will write for:
Schlatt (my beloved)
Ted Nivison
Our favourite gunker Charlie Slimecicle
Harvey (Stardew Valley) (THERE'S TOO LITTLE CONTENT OF HIM ISTG)
more to be added ig
Masterlist:
Do I Wanna Know? (Schlatt x ftm!reader, angst, confessions, song fic, hurt/comfort)
He ray on my man till I lum (Charlie x implied ftm!reader, smut, piv, blowjobs both receiving, out of place confessions, friends to lovers)
KINKTOBER 2025:
Day one (Charlie x gn!reader, established relationship, masturbation, orgasm control, established Dom/sub motives)
I've made it my mission to be known by everyone on Tumblr. And I mean EVERYONE. No account will go without this post, I want to make it to the dead poets society fandom all the way to the ninjago fandom. Everyone will reblog this, and if they don't I will die a failure.
i just bought the best kind of grapes from a local vineyard and i can’t even gush about them specifically online bc they’re only grown in my region and i don’t want to dox myself. but they’re so delicious. i could eat them all day every day. they are on another level of grape. fuck
HI GUYS IM ALIVE <3 turns out im sick again LMAO (literally had a two week break but we ballin) ANYWAY here's my thursday special written and posted on saturday :D
Ted Nivison x gn!reader, kidnapping, cumming untouched, voice kink, bondage
1200 words
Enjoy!! <3
You let out a long, warm breath of exhaustion, as you left your workplace. The stress of the end of the week rippling through your body in waves as you begin walking to your flat. You long for a shower, a steamy one, hoping that it would in fact soothe the strain placed on your muscles.
You turn into the alleyway you know like the back of your hand, the darkness relaxing your eyes as the harsh lamps of the streets cast dim streaks of light into the otherwise unlit shortcut. Your thoughts begin to drift as you imagine washing off the whole week and just hitting your bed and passing out into a dreamless state. You’re so delved into your brain’s inner workings, that you don’t even notice unsymmetrical footsteps trailing behind you.
As you are about to walk out of the alley and back onto the main street, your vision is suddenly cut off and you notice a heavy hand pressing against your mouth. Your immediate reaction is to thrash in their hold, but as you do, you notice that the other hand is holding your arms pressed neatly against your body, rendering you unable to escape.
As your thoughts begin to flee from your head, your eyes suddenly weighing more than the world itself, you notice a handkerchief pressed firmly to your mouth and nose, a characteristically sweet smell overwhelming your senses.
You wake up in a cold room, a bright light almost blinding you as you wake up. Your eyes take a minute to adjust, but as they do, you begin to notice the walls around you. Dark concrete spreading in your sight as if for miles, your mind blinded in a sharp panic when you realise you’re tied to a chair in the middle of the seeming basement.
Try as you may to escape your confines, you’re inexplicably bound very tightly and expertly to the piece of furniture, your struggles rendered useless. Before you’d even have a moment to regain your consciousness you hear a door open behind you and you try to scream, only to find out that you’re gagged by a piece of cloth. The chair scrapes on the floor, making you stop, your ears ringing from the noise, making you completely hopeless.
“I suppose you’ve woken up, huh?”
A voice rings out, echoing throughout the room in waves, your head hurting bluntly as your vision vibrates with the noise. The stranger sounds rich in baritone, their voice smooth and yet sharp, light and somewhat pointed, as if accusing you of some unspoken truth.
You try your hardest to shout, beg for release from your confines, but to no avail. The stranger in turn laughs, the sound reverberating through your body, landing right in your core, as tears begin to fill your eyes. Your kidnapper dims the light above you and begins to walk in your direction, the sound of their shoes clicking against the concrete filling you with dread.
“You’re a feisty one, aren’t ya? Trying to get loose, hmm?”
They taunt you as they approach, you can hear the smirk on their face as they now stand behind you, their face slightly obstructed by the light above you as the man stands tall when he circles around to stand in front of you.
You notice the glasses on his face, his eyes behind them looking fully black in the shadows, his moustache neatly trimmed and his brows firm and yet soft as they are locked in a raised state. You examine the stranger’s face as best as you can, trying to commit it to memory for when you need it later. You’d be lying to yourself if you thought this man wasn’t attractive, his jaw sharp, shaped like a diamond.
“Like what you see, right hun?”
He spoke, his breath almost hitting your face as he leaned down to speak to you, his voice humoured, how words taunting, which didn’t stop them from making your heart skip a beat against your will. You turned your head to the side, wanting to believe that if you will, you’d wake up, chalking it all up to be just some silly exhaustion fueled nightmare.
The universe seemed to be against you, when the man grabbed your chin and made you look him dead in the eyes, his face mere inches away from yours.
“Listen, if you’re nice, I’m gonna be nice, alright? I’m Ted, by the way, just so you know who’s gonna be keepin’ you here like a nice little pet”
He smiled wickedly before you, his fingers burning your skin as if they were made with fire itself, the cool of his rings just intensifying the sensation as your thighs twitch against each other. The action did not go unnoticed by “Ted” as his eyes drifted down your body, your work outfit still tight against you, now cutting into your skin, courtesy of the ropes.
“Someone’s getting excited, how nice. Think you could cum just like this? My words doing all the work while I admire my beautiful catch?”
His sentences cut into your mind, your head already empty as you try to rut against the chair, your survival instincts taking a far away backseat, or just straight up running out of the fire exit of your skull. You dumbly nod your head, trying to convey your message with limited movements, not wanting his hand to move away.
And yet it does, as “Ted” pulls up another chair, a few feet in front of you and sits down on it, watching you with his head propped up on his hand, his chin popping out, making him look almost like a puppy.
“Will you behave yourself? Cum only when I tell you to? Be a good little pet for me, hm?”
He asked, his voice leaving no room for discussion, his eyes shining in the dim lighting of the room. Once again, your body moved without your permission, your head nodding, your insides on fire like you might erupt in flames in just a few moments.
The back and forth between you two continued for what seemed like hours, his voice bringing you closer and closer to your edge, your mind blissed out in the worst way possible, as you succumbed to the wishes of the man before you.
“Are you close, hun?”
He queried, his eyes completely swollen up by his pupils, his face monotone, not betraying any emotion he could be laced with. Your head nodded furiously, the cloth in your mouth completely soaked with your spit, as you moaned against it, your peak rapidly approaching.
“Ted” stood up from his chair, his hands coming up to meet behind your head as he loosened the gag, letting it slip from your mouth, as your ragged moans picked up in intensity.
“That better, ain’t it darling?”
You screamed out a moan in response, his voice pooling in your lower stomach like a warm tea, spreading like a wildfire through your whole being, shaking it from your very core.
“Cum then, sweetheart, for me. Go on”
He instructed, your body immediately responding. You began convulsing, full body shivers licking at your skin from the inside, your whole being rutting against the chair as you settle into a delicious state of mind, for a brief moment forgetting about your current predicament.
You were harshly brought back to reality as your captor spoke to you, his eyes burning into your soul.
i just bought the best kind of grapes from a local vineyard and i can’t even gush about them specifically online bc they’re only grown in my region and i don’t want to dox myself. but they’re so delicious. i could eat them all day every day. they are on another level of grape. fuck
hi guys sad news (for me at least) unfortunately today's and tomorrow's kinktober prompts will be posted on Saturday as it is half past nine (cest) and I just got home from uni and work and I have no strength to write whatsoever and yeah
again I'm really sorry about this but life always finds a way to suck out all the joy I can get from it 💔💔
Reminder to everyone to stay safe out there, there are terrible people who we need to watch out for, and if anyone of these people try to interact with you reminder that this site has bullied people off before and even though it won’t get rid of them everywhere at least we could take one hunting ground away from these monsters
day two of kinktober is underway! siri, play “pornstar” by nessa barrett. 🎥
WARNINGS: 18+ ONLY || fem!Reader || SW!Reader x SW!Charlie || choking
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Charlie had you on your stomach, large hands pressing your hips into the mattress.
“Good girl baby, fuck.” he moaned as he looked at you through the viewfinder. you two were filming some content for Charlie’s secret OF account. it’s something he started for fun a few months ago after helping you with yours.
“Yes. Yes- god. Keep makin’ that face, princess.” he pounded into you within an inch of your life. the sounds pouring out of you were fittingly pornographic.
he leaned over you to grab the camera, being extra careful to keep his face out of the frame. flipping it around to get a POV shot of his hips slamming into the meat of your ass, making sure to capture the addictive way your skin ripples with each thrust.
“P-please ple-ase!” you had no idea what you were begging for but Charlie seemed to give you exactly what you needed. he leaned down again to place the camera back in front of you.
he hooked his toned bicep around your throat just tight enough to make you dizzy and flip that switch in your brain to turn it off.
okay so this one is hella short but I just really wanted to warm up before the whole month so here it is 🫶
Charlie x gn!reader, masturbation, kinda orgasm control mentioned, 300 words (short and sweet, almost like me)
Charlie sat on the bed, his arm already going numb from the unending abuse he underwent himself. He kept in mind your instructions, no cumming unless you were home and you were here to do it and he tried so hard, he wanted to be such a good boy for you while you were at work, but he was just too worked up, he couldn’t bear the thought of his hand staying away from his member for any longer.
So instead, he kept tugging, mixing old precum with new, stroking once gently then harshly, trying to give himself different kinds of stimuli, but still not cumming. He wouldn’t break the rules, he would be a good boy for you, he would behave himself.
But then he thought about how soft your body was, how it glowed in the moonlight or how big your pupils would get when you stroked him, how you swallowed back the saliva that filled your mouth every time you’d hold his weight in your palms and he got lost in you.
Charlie got lost in how you’d tease him, control the pace, ask him to beg oh so prettily, how you genuinely loved the pained pleasured look on his face, how he could not decipher whether he wanted you to stop or to keep going. He got lost in how your lips twisted in this evil grin he both despised and anticipated to no end when he got close, how you would prolong his climb to the edge and next thing he knew, he was cumming all over your hands, your lips swollen from biting on them already darting down to clean up his mess.
As Charlie opened his eyes he realized that he had, indeed, cum all over his hand. He was sure you’d notice the changed sheets. He was sure, he thought, and ready for his punishment.
okay so this one is hella short but I just really wanted to warm up before the whole month so here it is 🫶
Charlie x gn!reader, masturbation, kinda orgasm control mentioned, 300 words (short and sweet, almost like me)
Charlie sat on the bed, his arm already going numb from the unending abuse he underwent himself. He kept in mind your instructions, no cumming unless you were home and you were here to do it and he tried so hard, he wanted to be such a good boy for you while you were at work, but he was just too worked up, he couldn’t bear the thought of his hand staying away from his member for any longer.
So instead, he kept tugging, mixing old precum with new, stroking once gently then harshly, trying to give himself different kinds of stimuli, but still not cumming. He wouldn’t break the rules, he would be a good boy for you, he would behave himself.
But then he thought about how soft your body was, how it glowed in the moonlight or how big your pupils would get when you stroked him, how you swallowed back the saliva that filled your mouth every time you’d hold his weight in your palms and he got lost in you.
Charlie got lost in how you’d tease him, control the pace, ask him to beg oh so prettily, how you genuinely loved the pained pleasured look on his face, how he could not decipher whether he wanted you to stop or to keep going. He got lost in how your lips twisted in this evil grin he both despised and anticipated to no end when he got close, how you would prolong his climb to the edge and next thing he knew, he was cumming all over your hands, your lips swollen from biting on them already darting down to clean up his mess.
As Charlie opened his eyes he realized that he had, indeed, cum all over his hand. He was sure you’d notice the changed sheets. He was sure, he thought, and ready for his punishment.
anyway! life's been crazy and uni just started BUT i WILL be participating in kinktober this year because I've really been missing writing and had absolutely no motivation but we'll be going at it nonetheless!! I'll be using this lovely prompt list (obviously i won't write some things due to my own boundaries but i will try to get out of my comfort zone with things like omorashi) most of my writings will be like 2/3 prompts from each day and i WILL TRY MY GODDAMN BEST TO DO WHAT I DO BEST:
