#bloodlustr

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very geeked, very high, very thinking about ted nivison.

you’re so sleepy and relaxed from cuddling with him in bed. he was ontop of you, his hips betwen your thighs while he held your face and murmured soft whispers and praises as you looked at him with slow blinks and dilated eyes as you hear him go on about you to you.

he was putting you to sleep, thumb rumbing across your cheek hypnotically. your warm amber light provided and calming atmosphere which caused you to be even sleepier. you softly protest as he gently starts to actually put you to sleep, your hands grasp around his wrists very gently and loosely.

“mh...don’t–...i need to brush my teeth,” you murmured sleepily, pushing your hips up against his, prompting him to move off of you. you whined slightly from the loss of the comfortable weight against you.

you stand up, hobbling. he watches, amused and gets up to come to your side to steady you. he guides you to the bathroom. you can barely keep your heads up and your eyes open.

“here, hun.” he hums, coming to stand behind you. his left hand comes to cup underneath your chin, you feel the cold yet soothing rings against your heated skin. he takes the toothbrush from your hand and gently helps you through it as you lean your head back against his chest.

cute huh 🥹

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pranking ted and jshlatt (separate) by telling him a man did your brazilian wax

wait i like this one guys

-`✮´- lower case implied

schlatt ☙

“hey, baby.” you greet sweetly with a kiss on his cheek. “i got the full treatment.” you giggle and hand him his credit card back. he tucks it into his wallet and gives you a soft peck, his hand on your lower back.

“yeah? how’d it feel?” he smiles, thumb rubbing circles on the small of your back. his sweetness is making you have second thoughts on pranking him. you follow through with it anyway.

“yeah, he did it pretty good. he was pretty gentle.” you stress the importance of pronouns while talking to him about the person who did your wax treatment. really, it was a woman named gina, she was all sweet and shy, looked like she was going to cry when you winced the first time.

“sorry, who?” he pauses. his smile is gone. he looks at you with a seriousness that you haven’t really ever seen before.

“oh, you know. the guy who did my waxing. his name was kristoff.” you made up some name on the spot, you smile, feigning innocence. “something wrong?”

he doesn’t even try to hide it. he straight up goes “yeah. there is. couldn’t you deny his service or something? requested someone else? you’re telling me someone else had their hands on your pretty little cunt? on MY pretty little cunt?”

“uhm, yeah.” you shrug. “it's whatever. he did good.” you hum.

...

well, it WAS whatever til he had you pinned down on the bed while hammering his dick inside you. hard. fast. punishing. watching you push at his chest and whine into the crook of his shoulder while he rearranged your guts was overwhelming. it feels like your brains were turning into soup.

“he did good? huh? he did good touching you? what, did it feel good too?” he grunts, banging into you. you can barely form words anymore, let alone SEE. your vision was all blurry, all you were focused on was the big man fucking into your sobbing cunt. it felt like it was damn near tearing you open.

“is he doing as good as i am? do you think he’ll ever get to be inside you like this?” he mutters through gritted teeth, taking a fistful of your hair into his big hand.

“n...no.” you managed to answer weakly. your cries were pathetic and breathless as he began to work you up into an orgasm. your thighs quiver, cunt leaking.

“why do you think that is, hm?” he looks down at you.

“because i’m yours...” you let out the most helpless little whine as he keeps pummeling into you. he kisses the side of your face, the corner of your mouth, the gentle curve of your eye. his pace slows dramatically, and now it’s as if he’s making love to you. he soothingly rubs his thumb over a bite mark on your shoulder.

“all i needed to hear. none of that attitude. that was easy, wasn’t it princess?” he coos, pushing your hair out of your face as he maintains his steady deep pace inside.

“uh...it was a girl named gina by the way.” you admitted with a grin. “you shoulda seen your face.”

“my face? god, look at yours!” he scoffs playfully. “eyes rolled back, mouth open, face red—”

“okay i get it!” you huff, laying back down, he shoots you a cocky grin, making you roll your eyes.

GUYS I NEEDED TO PUSH THIS FIC BECAUSE I HAVEN’T PROVIDED IN DAAAAAAYS.

im sorry guys the ted part is in my drafts, i will add it soon <3.

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DUDEEEEE i am SO OBSESSED WITH UR WRITING im trying so hard not to spam like 💔💔

i had a pretty epic idea, charlie accidentally eating a box of aphrodisiac chocolates that schlatt was saving/ maybe gave him for a prank??? and anyway charlie freaks out and you genuinely want to help him calm down but it’s taking everything in him to not push u against the nearest wall.. which he does

this thought has been plaguing my mind for centuries 🫩

THIS WILL BE GETTING THE COMMUNITY WET

IT IS OKAY TO SPAM LIKE (a follow would be nice while you’re there. (◍•ᴗ•◍))🙏🙏

-`✮´- lower case implied

“hey, hey charlie. c’mere,” schlatt ushers to him. charlie looks over at schlatt, who’s currently streaming. he was just passionately talking to you about pokemon, hands waving, his movements all exaggerated.

schlatt had a good mouthful of something, he calls over again, “yeah, come over here. leave er’ alone for a sec.” whatever he had in his mouth was close to spilling out so he cupped a hand under his chin.

charlie gets closer, chat blowing up at his presence. “hey charlie, try this.” he gives charlie a good handful of heart shaped chocolates. he looks at them, inspecting their shape and wondering where they came from.

“what are these?” he laughs, looking for the container they might’ve came in. “what are these, what the hell? and why do you have like twenty in your mouth?”

schlatt laughs, trying to close his mouth around the chocolates. to save me some time, im just going to make it like he’s talking normally. he responds to charlie, “fuckin’ just put em’ all in your mouth. c’mon.”

charlie laughs, “what the fuck. what is this chat?” he asks, holding one of the chocolates up to the camera.

“no—, nothing. it’s nothing!” he has charlie sit down. “just do it, pussy. i did it!”

charlie hesitates a moment. he bites his lip, he looks over to you and sees you laughing, knowing you’re getting a kick out of this. he takes a handful of them into his mouth and it quickly becomes a race to see who can finish them the fastest.

nobody but schlatt and the chat had any idea that the chocolates that charlie had were aphrodisiacs. meanwhile schlatt just had lindts. charlie gagged at the last few, didn’t spit them out but went and drank a reaaaaall big glass of water.

“hey, go check up on him.” schlatt, coughs, spitting some chocolate out into the bin under his desk. you get up and reluctantly follow. you check up on him. you padded into the kitchen softly and spoke, “you okay?” holding back a giggle.

“yeah, yeah. i’m fine. i won.” he flashes a pretty smile.

thirty minutes later, you and charlie were sitting on the couch watching some stupid fucking movie that ted gave you on dvd. he keeps shifting his hips and moving, it was driving you crazy because no matter how he would sit, ten seconds later he would get all antsy.

“charlie quit moving.” you huff, sitting a bit away. he flashes a sheepish smile.

“ugh, i just can’t get comfortable on this couch.” he lied through his teeth. the couch was quite soft and comfortable. but paired with a dull, throbbing ache between your thighs, it started to get annoying.

you sat up and went to go grab something, charlie followed, unbeknownst to you. he grabs your hips, his fingers dig into your plushy hips. (fucking HANDLES) his thick arms then wrap around your waist entirely. “fuck, m’ sorry. i’m sorry, baby.”

“ah- charlie, what? baby? what’s gotten into— oh.” you seen a box with sensual looking packaging. it says fucking ‘SEX chocolates’.

charlie presses firm, desperate kisses to the curve of your neck, alternating between licking and nipping the skin there. he breathes you in deeply. he murmurs apologies, he slowly gets you to walk towards the nearest wall.

“u-up. up, please. put your legs around my waist, mkay? i’ll hold you, pretty.” he whines almost, his hands go to your ass, fingers splaying out. he holds you as promised. and then presses your back to the wall behind you.

he needs to relieve himself desperately, so you let it happen. he humps into your core desperately.

“mgh, tell me it’s okay. tell me i can..” he huffs, hands desperately groping handfuls of you. anywhere he can reach.

“please...please just- do what you want with me.” you respond breathlessly, the firm rubbing of his tented jeans against your sensitive core through your soft thin shorts is heightening your need for him. tenfold.

his breath hitches as he reaches down and tugs the leg of your shorts to one side, reaching in again and pulling your panties aside.

“pretty...sooo fucking pretty.” he gasps at your cunt. he rubs his fingers through your swollen pussy folds and sucks at his fingers afterwards, greedily. he tugs the waistband underneath his balls. it’s throbbing and pink. the veins are very prominent.

the moment he’s inside, he’s fucking your cunt like crazy, desperate gasps and moans escape his lips as he tries to relieve that ache. his cock continuously swells and your cunt feels full and sticky. he pumps his length repeatedly into your insides.

“g-god..m’ stirring your fuckin’ guts...ya hear that?” he moans, drool trickling down one side of his mouth. he presses his face into your neck where your neck meets your shoulder. he takes big deep breaths of you, breathing in your scent.

your cunt gets increasingly sloppier around his cock, all your stirred fluids create a frothy milky ring around his thick base, arousal sticking to his soft patch of hair down there, some on his belly. he hoists you higher up the wall occasionally to keep going.

schlatt literally had to go mute in order to keep himself from getting banned. you both are so loud and fucking like rabbits, jesus fuck, even he’s sick of those erotic sounds. he looks into the camera, giving them all a knowing, sheepish grin.

schlatt eventually has to yell at you guys to move it to the bedroom, without pulling out he pushes you into the bedroom right by the wall and goes at you, pressing your thighs as wide as they can go. “fu-hh..ckk!!! your pussy’s s’good baby. ohh you’re so fucking wet!!” he grunts, kissing your collarbone messily.

you can’t even muster a reply, just taking it, your body being pushed up the bed, the headboard banging against the wall from the sheer force of his thrusts. his fingers dig into your hips so firmly that they bruise and leave small crescents from his fingernails.

there’s a puddle of fluids beneath you, you claw at the sheets, he’s insatiable under the influence of the aphrodisiac. he goes at you for quite a while and cums. a warm thick load shooting deep inside you. thick ropes of semen.

he pants and grunts as he releases all he has into you, the warmth and the full sensation causes you to orgasm as well. from holding back his release for so long, it got all hot and thick. you’re not complaining though.

your thighs tremble as you deal with the aftershocks of the intense sex. he pets you, his hands running along your body and your hair and his fingers rubbing your cheeks sweetly. “sorry, baby. sorry, my baby. i went too hard.” he murmurs, kissing the bruises repeatedly.

“you’re— hah...fuck...” you’re breathless and whiney. “do it again.”

LOL HI GUYS SORRY THIS WAS OWED TO YOU YESTERDAY I WAS SO BUSY.

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can you pretty pls about how the boys would treat you/help you out on the readers period and or during her ovulation phase. It’s a weird request ik but im lowkey curious. Thank uuu!

NO. NOTHING IS TOO WEIRD

unless it is weird, but this doesn’t count as weird

ANYWAYS thank u for this request i think it’s so cuteeeee

conveniently im on my period HERE U GO!

ted ᥫ᭡

❥ he’s already always so freaking sweet with you so he has to up his game when you get your period.

❥ he actually tracks it for you, so two or three days prior he’ll tell you.

❥ “honey, how’re you feeling? your periods in a few days.” he’ll say while you’re both lounging on the couch, watching a movie.

❥ keenly observing you. like he’s staring down at your features trying to gauge your mood. he wants to know if you feel anything. he takes this very seriously.

❥ he’ll go multiple round to multiple stores in order to get you your every fucking craving. “baby, love, i’m going to the store. wanna come with me so you can pick out what you like?”

❥ BOOM! day of your period. he’s fucking ready, bro. if you bled on the sheets, he helps you change first thing. he thinks it’s so cute when you’re all sleepy and apologetic.

❥ “sweet giiiirrrlll...you did nothing wrong, okay? nothing at all.” he murmurs, pressing soooo many kisses into your hair while pulling your panties up. he boils some water for the water bottle pack and has you lay on the couch with a fluffy thick blanket with a movie playing. he gives you the snacks you picked out the day prior and leaves you alone for a bit to go clean the sheets.

❥ does literally everything for you. like literally EVERYTHING. he acts as if since blood is coming out of your pussy, you suddenly can’t walk or hold things, or do anything. it’s annoyingly sweet.

❥ “want more, sweet pea?” he murmurs, ushering to the small bowl of chips you just finished. his fingers are running through your hair, he pets you like cat. “i can make you something too, if you’d like.”

charlie ᥫ᭡

❥ he’s gonna fucking cry bro.

❥ it’s like “me when i find out that women have periods” except he’s actually crying.

❥ he has no clue, like even being an adult man, no clue how this works, so you’ll get bombarded with questions EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.

❥ “when will you get better?” “how long does this last?” “what if you die from blood loss?”

❥ so everytime you ask him for something or to do something he’s running to go get it. poor guys rushing all over just to satisfy your needs.

❥ stays by your side 24/7. by the way he acts, it’s like he’s the one with the period. he’s literally laying on top of you, concerned as fuck like if he lets go of you for a second you’ll die or vanish.

❥ if you wake up to a puddle of blood underneath you freaks the fuck out. not even in a grossed out way, but because he genuinely can’t fathom that that much blood came out of you and you’re still fine. it freaks him out but he obviously helps you clean up and everything.

❥ understands your needs eventually (like wdym you don’t need to go to the emergency room??) and will happily just sit around and watch movies with you all day.

schlatt ᥫ᭡

❥ he’s pretty good with the basics of how the female human body works and fully expects your periods. he’s just kind of an idiot with it too.

❥ (for tampon freaks) he doesn’t know how tampons work, because what if you put it in the wrong hole? and doesn’t it hurt?

❥ (for pad mains) he has NO clue how the sizes work on pads. so he pretty much just buys the most comfortable looking or big enough sizes because he’s scared of you yelling at him for getting the wrong one. yes you’ll yell at him. no this isn’t a head canon. it’s canon.

❥ every fucking chocolate bar. every fucking chip bag. every fucking ice cream. he doesn’t have time to worry about specifics. and he quite frankly doesn’t care. he’ll just get anything you slightly mention.

❥ at home he’s not teasing you for once. he’s like a butler.

❥ “hey princess, need me to heat that up for you?” he’d be reffering your heat pack. “do you want more, hun?” referring to the bowl of whatever snack was in it. “wanna watch a movie, sweetheart?”

❥ he’s so fricken sweet. he’s ignored his friends and interests for a week just for you. like he’s completely cut it off. he won’t even go do anything else even if you’re sleeping. he’s gonna hold you.

THANK YOUUU FOR THIS REQUEST, CURRENTLY OVULATING ❤

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Getting into a fight and make up sex

Ted n

TED SMUT AGAIN YAY

YES OKAY YES YES YES.

-`✮´- lower case implied

you just had a heated fight with your boyfriend. your frustration was through the roof with him, fists clenched, fingernails digging into your palms, jaw tight, your eyes watering. you’re beyond pissed and he is too. all this yelling back and forth is stressing you the fuck out. you feel like sitting down but you don’t want it to seem like you gave up.

"YEAH! that’s fucking why i-" he pauses and swallows his words down just as quickly as they were previously spilling out. you looked so upset, face scrunched and hands balled into fists into your sides. he approaches you like approaching a skittish animal. he frowns as he looks over you and studies your body language.

"oh you sweet thing." he sighs deeply, his hands reach up to cradle your face. your cheeks are heated. he uses the pads of his thumbs to rub down your soft skin. "i’m sorry, honey. i’m sorry. i didn’t mean it, baby. you know that..." he coos softly and pulls you into his chest.

he sits at the edge of the bed and pulls your hips between his thighs and rubs his thumbs over your hip bones soothingly, through the delicate pink fabric of your nightgown. he stares up at you gently, a soft, calmer expression has taken his previously angry one. he notices tears threatening to spill down your cheeks. how you avoid eye contact.

"how can i make my baby feel better? my poor sweet girl...my darling...you know you’re my darling, right?" his thumbs reach up to brush under your eyes softly. whispers of his skin tickle your bottom lashes. he kissed the corner of your mouth gently, his hands then shift to your lower back to pull you on top of him as he lays back.

"what’ll make my sweet baby feel better, hm?"

that’s how you ended up with your thighs hitched over his hips, his thick, heavy cock sitting deep within your sopping cunt as he fucked into you like he wanted to fuse you both together. he's breathless, a bit whiney, his teeth gritted. his voice comes out all hissy but so sweet nonetheless.

"h-honey, ohhh my pretty baby, you know i love you sooo much, yeah? yeah, my sweet baby?" he leans over you, the cool metal of his rings feel soothing on the bottoms of your plushy thighs. he huffs and whines against your neck, beneath your ear. he kisses the skin there repeatedly as you let out little mewls of pleasure, your insides getting rearranged.

"please forgive me, darling. please. pleaaaseeee. s’ all i want. all i want from you," he pants, he presses his hips deep, his thrusts eventually turn into humping and rutting as he pleasures you both. your walls flutter. he can feel every ridge within you quiver in delight.

his cock kisses your g-spot, dragging against it deliciously as he works an orgasm out of you. he moves his hands to your hips, letting his fingers sink into your softness. he let's your thighs rest on his forearms as he resumes his deep pumps inside you.

"c’mon, sweetpea, you’re not that mad at me are you?" he practically whimpers, his head falls over, kissing your belly as it quivers from the way he's rearranging your guts.

he kisses down your jaw as he whines. pressing his face into your soft skin. he cums deep inside your warm cunny. his hips stutter, he keeps thrusting, he needs to get an orgasm out of you. his hand comes to rest on your mound, his thumb stroking your swollen pink clit as he slides in and out of your cunt with slick noises.

"please baby, please cum for me. please sweet thing..." he mumbles, kissing your nose gently, he finally works an orgasm out of you. you grip the bed sheets tightly til your knuckles turn white, your knees knock together, your cunt gushing and fluttering around his length that’s so deeply jammed inside you. you squeal loudly.

"hold onto me, baby. c’mon. s’ okay, i’m here." he prompts, seeing the way you clutch the sheets. he let's your fingernails dig into his forearms, even if it starts to draw blood.

"i- fuck..i forgive you, love." you whine, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck, you apologize as well, pressing sloppy wet kisses into his neck gently, tasting the sweat there. you run your fingers through his thick locks, tugging gently as you both lay there panting.

"fuckin’ love you so much, baby. okay? i love you so damn much it fucking hurts." he squeezes you tightly in one of his signature bear hugs.

"mghh, love you too..." you mumbled blissfully.

HI GUYS HELLO UM THIS WAS KINDA RUSHED I LOVE THIS ONE

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IM BACKKK. Can you pretty please write HC’s about reader coming out of a bad relationship (like the ex-bf/partner couldn’t do a thing or didn’t treat reader right) and when reader now is in a relationship w/ the boys they treat reader with what they see as basic in a relationship but to reader something amazing? I just thought of this lol. THANK YOU!

p.s. ur my fav writer on tumblr so keep being u! Luv ya!

FAVORITE WRITER?!?! WHAT HAVE I DONE TO DESERVE SUCH A TITLE

this will also have a mix of just general dating hcs.

great request considering that i just broke up with my boyfriend lol, he couldn’t provide BASIC COMMUNICATION i know i deserve better, and before i spent a 600$ plane ticket on some guy that doesn’t acknowledge my presence unless he needs something, i had to GO

TRIGGER WARNING: mentions of the word st☆rve. (i know it’s not trigger for most, but it’s triggering for some. better to be considerate.)

i love the idea of boyfriends vs carnival games

sorry for my mini hiatus some bad things are afoot, DO NOT WORRY, nothing too bad. i got this.

ted ও (we all know he’s a feminist + he’s just a caring person in general.)

ପ you haven’t told ted a single thing about your ex, he’s never given you an opportunity. and it’d be weird to mention anything out of the blue. but in your head you make a mini compare and contrast everytime he ever does anything. like hold your hand without prompting or opening doors for you. you shocked, mesmerized, and think: “why hasn’t this happened to me before if it’s so simple and easy?”

ପ “watch out, honey, there’s a puddle. c’mere.” ted hums and lifts you up into his arms so he can walk over the puddle. he knows how much you adore those shoes and hate it if you got them wet. and in general, he wants to be sweet to you. his sweet baby. you look at him, “you didn’t have to—” you began but he cut you off, “you always say that, hun. just let me, okay?”

ପ he opens the door for you at the car, and you look at him for a good few seconds before he gently ushers for you to get in. “you look so shocked,” he laughs. “i just opened the door, love.” he begins to wonder how badly your previous relationship lacked in the bare minimum.

ପ he’s making dinner in the kitchen, you quietly creep in and tap his shoulder, careful not to startle him. “can you leave out the ingredients, i want to make something too.” you asked gently. he looks at you, temporarily pausing his stirring. “no, baby. i made this for you too. unless you don’t like pasta? want me to make something else?” he resumes stirring while looking at you expectant. “uh...no..i just thought you didn’t make it for me.” you said sheepishly, averting your gaze. “heyy, i’m not an asshole. of course i made it for you, too. m’ not gonna starve my baby.”

ପ you and ted were out at the mall. he insisted on taking your bags so you let him. you felt a bit guilty but focused on buying a cute sweater you saw here once. you pick it up and hold it to your chest. “you look so pretty, honey.” he coos, tilting his head to admire his darling little partner. he takes it up to the counter, ignoring your soft protests for him to not pay for it but let you pay for it. he swipes his care before you can even get your wallet out. “nope. no. i don’t wanna hear it. and no, it’s not too much.” he takes the bag as the cashier hands it to him.

ପ most definitely carries you if you’re wearing fancy shoes and your feet are all sore. hell, he’ll even put on the damn shoes so you can wear his. he doesn’t care. even if it’s heels.

ପ will easily win you any prize you slightly glance at, at the carnival (unlike schlatt, which you’ll see later.) you go home with so many large stuffed animal prizes, there’s barely any room for you left in the car/truck. (me and him have matching trucks 🥳)

ପ so attentive. like insanely attentive. the brief mention of your interests sends him into a research spiral. he pauses whatever he’s doing and just looks and listens. it makes you feel so special.

charlie ও (guys i think he’s really good in the culinary field.)

ପ you’ve told him before you were in a relationship about your ex. he was incredibly determined to make you feel better that night you fell asleep crying in his arms.

ପ when you’re dating, every morning he makes breakfast. not some regular ass breakfast either. no. he’ll make blueberry souffle pancakes with vanilla ice cream. (don’t judge, i make it). he’ll even wake up earlier than that to make some fruit filled pastries. and even after doing all that he’ll still ask you if you need anything else, if you want him to make more.

ପ he always always always makes sure you eat enough. he’ll make just about anything and everything. a slight mention of a food you like and BAM he’s in the kitchen cooking that shit up.

ପ at carnivals, he’s not very good at most games but he’s reallll good at those games where you have to knock blocks over or shooting down the targets or throwing darts at moving balloons. he tries his absolute best and if it gets even the shadow of a smile on your face he’ll be happy.

ପ one afternoon you’re cleaning up around the house, he’s busy making a video. he pauses temporarily and sees you mopping. he would take on the task but you’re about to finish up so he picks up the task on doing the laundry. “charlie- you don’t have to...you’re busy.” you watch him as he lifts up the laundry basket. “no, baby. it’s no trouble. make sure you take a minute when you’re done mopping, okay?” he gives you a gentle peck on the cheek.

ପ packs all your things the night before work. and especially loves laying out pretty outfits for you. if you forgot your lunch you most certainly will not be receiving dog food. (pls get the reference.)

ପ definitely will swap shoes with you if you’re wearing heels. he thinks it’s silly and cute. and also the most romantic thing ever.

ପ loves it when you do his makeup. he adores it so much that it surprises you, your ex NEVER let you lay a hand on their face to do their makeup. considering the fact that it was washable always confused you. he’ll literally stream or make a video with it on.

ପ “charlie, can we do this please?” you give him puppy dog eyes while showing him some silly tiktok couples trend. he watches it a few times before looking at you, "yeah, let's do it!!” he says cheerfully. he fucking loves matching your energy.

ପ when his friends make plans he always asks to invite you. “can my girlfriend/boyfriend/partner come?” if it’s a no, it increases his chances of not going. but if it’s a yes, he’ll happily burst into your room to tell you. but if it’s a no and he still really wants to go he let’s you know to feel free to text him whenever you want. (the boys react to spicy pictures headcanons next?)

schlatt ও (spoils you like crazy.)

ପ “hey pretty baby, want me to get that for ya?” he murmurs as you’re lifting something heavy. he takes into his arms and carries it wherever you need him to. “i got it, babe, i got it.” he takes any other heavy item. he adores seeing the shock on your face. it graces him with a strong feeling of satisfaction that he’s doing better than your ex.

ପ “you’re driving me nuts, darlin’ how many times do i have to tell ya that i’ll pay for it?” he scolds gently, he pays for clothes you just slightly glanced at. he carries all of them.

ପ lets you swatch makeup on his arm at makeup stores. “hmm, probably not that shade...maybe this one?” you say softly to yourself for umpteenth time before searching another shade of another product. he stands there, arm held out.

ପ you’re his passenger princess. he puts pillows, blankets, drinks, snacks. everything you may need in the passenger seat. he even lets you pick the music.

ପ every time you’re at a carnival he always gets a biiiiig deposit of cash. he literally bribes the fucking carnies into getting you the biggest and best prize out there. he loves watching the looks on other couple’s faces.

ପ he can only cook select things but he doesn’t sit around and watch you cook, he’ll help you stir or mix something or get your ingredients. whatever you need, he’s on standby.

ପ he lets you do his makeup to. you want to see if you can do a specific look you saw on pinterest and he lets you. lashes, lipstick, eyeshadow and all. he knows when you want to do this, when you plop down on his lap and put the makeup bag on his stomach. you look for the inspo and show it to him. “can i do this one on you, please?” you asked sweetly. he looks at the screen, “do whatever you want baby. go crazy.”

ପ weekly date nights. like literally weekly. fancy restaurant every friday. and on your anniversary or birthday, or whatever event that’s important to you, he takes you for a trip to go travel. your choice or his surprise. he loved the look of shock on your face when you said it’s halfway to your guys’ anniversary and he blindfolded you and took you to hawaii.

ପ i feel like he’s the type of guy to try something before he buys it. not to save money, just to be cocky if he pulls it off. you show him a bookshelf and he grins, “i can make that.” he scoffs and gets up, driving to the nearest home depot to buy supplies. when he ends up failing, you’ll hear a deep sigh from the garage: “yeahhh just order it, baby.” but if succeeds he’ll talk about it 24/7. “you remember that bookshelf i made you? pretty impressive huh?” he hums, pressing kisses to your jaw.

ପ i’m sorry but he gets scared when there’s a spider too. you call him from the next room over, “baby! baby there’s a spider!” you squeal. he goes over to check it out. he screams. high pitched. “what the fuck? babe, kill that thing!” he gets behind you.

ପ you’re about to go out with your friends to the mall or outlets and grab your bag. he hands you his credit card. “i don’t wanna see any charge on your card. you got that, hun?” he grins, handing it to you. you are left shocked when he closes the door with a big ol’ cocky smile and your friend’s car pulls up.

THANK YOUUUU SO MUCH FOR THIS REQUEST I HAD SO MUCH FUN WRITING THIS. WE’RE SO BACK.

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hi can i request some charlie cuddling hcs? with arms like those i feel like hes a damn good cuddler

YES. YES YES FREAKING YES.

OKAY SFW-ISH ?? CHARLIE CUTIE HEADCANNONS

* all gender neutral reader - besides just one !

-`✮´- lower case implied

დ he prefers holding you against his chest with his hand tangled in your hair and the other against your back and pulling you to him. he thinks it’s more intimate this way.

ღ he spoons you SO good. he curls into the way you’re curled up, his thick arms around your middle. he loves feeling your soft tummy and how it moves when you breathe.

ღ ( FOR THE LADIES ) he loves spooning you to where his arms are higher up your middle and he’s hugging your chest. your tits would either rest on top of his arm or, against. but he wouldn’t squeeze or anything. he just loves how warm and soft they are on his arms.

ღ ADORES giving you sweet little neck kisses, definitely more on the back of your neck or on the crown of your head. he feels a lot bigger than you, it makes him happy.

ღ if you’re wearing one of his sweaters, his hands are automatically all up your shirt, his thumbs rubbing your belly. his hands will splay out and he’ll try to press you closer, like he can’t get enough of you.

ღ he always says the sweetest little things, nuzzling you sweetly and pressing kisses where he can.

ღ “pretty baby. you’re soooo fucking pretty.” “look at you, wearing my clothes. such a pretty girl/boy/thing.” “you’re so soft and warm down here/up here.” “you feel so much smaller in my arms.”

ღ his hands love to wander everywhere, it’s all innocent touches most of the time. he treats you like you’re made of glass.

ღ falls asleep with his body curled with yours, his face gently pressed into your neck. he forgets to take his glasses off so you have to slip them off for him.

ღ his arms will jolt or occasionally squeeze you a tiny bit when he’s asleep, he wants to reassure himself, even in his unconscious state, that you’re still there.

HI I HOPED YOU LIKE THESE this is kinda frreaking short

GUYS I'M GETTING TO ALL MY ASKS SOON TRUSTTTT!!

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being a brat all day & ted gets fed the FUCK up so he goes crazy on em nyeheheh

ANON I LOVE YOU KISS ME

hahyaehhshaa this is gonna be so good guys

reader written as afab but everyone is welcome to read ^^

-`✮´- lower case implied

you’re driving ted up the fucking walls today, messing with him especially while he’s busy. and he’s been losing his patience, he hates to admit. his sweet little girlfriend turned into a fucking brat, and he can't say he hates it. he has plans for when you have your little finale.

you’re wearing this tiny little outfit that drives him nuts, he’s pitched a tent as soon as you walked into his fucking room wearing it. as simple as it is, it’s like being in aphrodite’s presence herself. you’re wearing just one of his thick brown sweaters. its so soft against your bare skin underneath. beneath this you’re wearing tiny panties with little bows and ruffles on the edges.

you’ve bothered him so fucking much. especially when he’s laser focused on editing one of his videos. you sit on his lap or steal his glasses or anything to piss him the fuck off, so when you came in and jumped on his lap, his arm tightly goes around your middle to keep you there.

“nope. don’t go fucking squirming now, doll. you wanted this, didn’t you? you fuckin’ tease.” he hissed in your ear, his breath traveling down sensitive spots on your neck. he keeps you planted onto his fucking bulge and those tiny little panties you wore to tease him flipped the script on you.

“m’ sorry, teddy...” you whine out, he’s not fucking having it. he pushes his hips up into you.

“don't act all soft now, dumb slut. you’re gonna learn your fucking place.” he grunts, tightening his hold on you. he gets an idea. “matter of fact, why don’t you be a good girl for me and get the vibrator, hm?”

you whimpered fearfully in response. he only loosened his grip to let you go to the bedroom and go retrieve the toy you so dreaded to be used on you. but you fetched it for him like a good girl. like an obedient fucking puppy.

he pats his lap as soon as you enter with the toy in your hand. your face is all flushed, breathing a bit heavy and soft. he doesn’t soften one bit. you pissed him the fuck off, he doesn’t care if you start crying at this point.

you obediently hop up into his lap that earns a kiss on the cheek. he switches the vibrator on, reaching between your thighs to hook your panties aside. you whimper pathetically, your pink folds flinching away from the hypnotic buzzing sound the now intimidating wand was making.

“p-please teddy, i’m sorry. m’ sorry.” you whimpered out quietly. you squeak and flinch once he presses it into your aching soft folds. it's on the medium setting, but he presses it into you so good.

“aww, baby gonna cry? is my dummy slut gonna cry?” he mocked. he decided to shed any and all mercy he had left in him and turned the wand all the way up. pressing it hard. you squeal and squirm, tears pricking your eyes as you try pushing away from it.

as much as he loved your struggling, it was hard to keep the wand on your sensitive spots due to how slippery you were getting.

“sit still. fuckin’ sit still right now, or i’ll take you to the fucking bed.” he threatens. you, being the fucking brat you are, struggle more. you want to see what this threat makes itself out to be. you push your hips against it, unsuccessfully trying to push it off.

he switches the wand off, causing you to release a breath that you didn’t realize you were holding. he lifts you up with one arm effortlessly and pins you to the bed. he puts you down on the bed doggy style, his chest pressing down onto your back, his hand that wielded the wand presses back into your folds, the position makes you vulnerable, and you’re damn near sitting on it. he hooks his bicep around your neck making you mewl pathetically, your hands coming up to grip his arm.

“tryin’ to fuckin’ test me huh? see if you can fucking test me again, try it again, baby. see where it’ll get you.”

he doesn’t let up on this torture, he’s making your cunt ache and your insides flutter. your pussy weeps, just like you. you’re crying and whining, thighs trembling, clear fluids pouring down your plushy thighs.

he knows your body well, knows you’re about to cum. he pull the wand away, it's sticky. strings of arousal cling to the tip of it, connecting to your pussy before they snap away from the vibrator and cling to your thighs.

“thought i’d let you cum, hm? how stupid are you?” he lets out a breathy laugh, squeezing his bicep around your neck. not enough to hurt. but enough to make your breathing even harder to keep up with. he grins, you can feel his cocky fucking grin against your ear.

“your little heart’s beating so fast. like a little rabbit.” he teases, his voice incredibly amused. he brings the vibrator back to your sobbing cunny and presses it down.

he goes on for a fucking HOUR. doesn’t let up one bit. no breaks. but for him, this hour doesn’t make up for how much you’ve been pestering him all day. not one bit.

he throws the vibrator away onto the bed. tearing your panties off cus they pissed him the fuck off all day. they’re see through from your liquids. you turn over, he lets you. because he knows he’s gonna knock the wind out of you when he turns you over again.

“fuck- ted!” you huff angrily, sitting up like you’d do something. he gives you a shit eating grin.

he flips you right back over and gets a good fistfulul of your hair to pull your head up and stuff he fabric of your ruined panties into your mouth. he then pushed your face into a pillow. he grabs a handful of your plushy hips and pulls them up towards him.

you heard the slow ‘zzziiiiiiiiiipppp’

fuck.

he’s jackhammering into your soft walls, making you feel every thick, heavy inch of his fat dick. he pummels your guts so good and it makes you so fucking dizzy. he does his favorite move and hooks your neck into his bicep from behind, punishing your guts.

“you’re so dumb on my cock, sweet baby. should’ve thought about all that shit you did to me all day, hm? ohhh i forgot, you’re just a dumb little slut, aren’t you? you just wanna be stuffed fucking full,” he grunts, pumping into you roughly. your hip is bruised from the way he's gripping it, hes slamming into your sobbing cunt so fucking harshly. it's bordering on painful.

every thrust pulls whimpers from your throat as he stretches you open again and again. He leans over you completely, pressing his chest against your back as he pounds into you from behind like an animal in heat. “empty headed little princess.” he taunts.

he slaps his hand down firmly on your ass, making it sting. you jolt from the stinging sensation. he slaps your ass rhythmically, leaving red hand prints. his rings don't help, aiding to the pleasure-pain.

“dumb slut wanna cum, huh?” he laughs breathlessly as you sob, your cunt squeezing and pulsing frantically. he stuffed you up with his length repeatedly. leaving you breathless and drooling all over your torn panties. your face scrunched up, and he pulled out. what an asshole.

he pulls the fabric from your mouth. “i’ll give you one chance. one chance to beg me properly.” you gasp out, getting a good deep breath of oxygen, drool pouring down your chin as you huff.

“please, teddy, please. ugh...fuck. please, i’ll be a good girl, i-i won’t pester you again. please let me cum please, baby.” you plead, eyes watering. you inhale sharply when he sinks back into your drooling cunt.

“cum then, baby. cum. go ahead.” he dropped the condescending tone, he resumes fucking into your g-spot at the incredible angle he has you. he’s softened up his harsh thrusts. his hand snakes down so that the pad of his fingers rub into your clit, pressing deliciously into your swollen bundle of nerves.

"FUCK-! TED, M’ CUMMING!!!” you squeal out loudly, he tightens the headlock, making your back arch and pushes into you all the way to the hilt one last time.

you both released, it felt incredible since he was holding back, his cum had time to get all warm and thick. you sigh blissfully, he sits you up so you’re on his lap, taking his full load. your head falls back against his shoulder. his fingers release your locks and rub and pet them softly.

“you’re such a good girl princess. look at the mess you made.” he murmurs, pulling out halfway to drag his fingers through your sticky folds. you only hum in response, his hands snake up to hold your soft tits beneath his sweater.

“you looked so pretty today, by the way. i was gonna tell you before you started acting up.” he giggled, kissing your neck softly. you grin,

“you owe me a new pair of panties.”

THANK YOUUUUU ANON FOR THIS REQUEST THIS WAS SO FREAKING FUN TO WRITE AAAHHHHH