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UGH IM ON MY JANDS AND LNEES EGGING FOR MORE

i am begging on my knees for more lunchclub/younger schlatt like how u did in ur xreader chuckle series 😖😖😖😖 it was saurrrrr good

pretend i didn't get this ask literally months ago. sorry but only kinda

fuckleweek canon between puppy love and belly of the beast, probs

It's not like you were expecting it to be anything more than a one time thing, because that would have been insane. What you'd done was already past deranged, so thinking that it would happen again and you'd continue to evade the consequences hanging over your head like a sword of Damocles was...

Well.

It should have been enough to dissuade you from doing it again.

Judging by the fact that you were currently feeling your knees get rugburned like hell as teenaged hips slammed into your own over and over.

"Ghhck--" You heard a groan get bit back and you pull forward, turning back from your position on your elbows to look back at Schlatt, his face and neck burning hot and the hem of his shirt in his mouth.

"Better not be cumming so soon." You grinned, sticking the tip of your tongue out between your teeth. "It's only been a minute."

"I--" He couldn't meet your eyes, turning his head away. "I haven't--"

"You haven't gotten off since you were over last, huh?" You pulled off of him more and moved your hand back to prevent Schlatt from fucking into you, leaving only his tip inside of your cunt as you swayed your hips back and forth. "You're pent up. Your hand isn't nearly as good as my pussy, is it?"

He shook his head, gripping at your hips with those dainty fingers he had. "God, no, not even close. Please, god please can I keep fucking you, holy shit--" "Only if you promise to keep going until I come, no matter how many times you do."

"Deal." He barely let your last word leave your mouth before overpowering your faint resistance and plunging back into your hole, his first orgasm of many overtaking him moments later.

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hope you enjoyeddddd <33333

uhhh incest anon here (INSANE thing to be recognised for lmao) sorry to seem pushy about it :( but fic when ? TAKE ALL THE TIME YOU NEED I PROMISE IM NOT TRYING TO RUSH!!!

I'm so fucking sorry I haven't even started it 😭

I'm thinking of ideas every now and then but school and those missing assignments are in the way

IN SO SORRY POOKIE I LOVE YOUR IDEA AND WILL GET TO IT EVENTUALLY

YUMMY YUMMY YUMMY

IM SO SORRY THIS IS 4 HOURS LATE

KINKTOBER DAY 14

CUCKING

LET'S GO LET'S GO LET'S GO, WE'RE L A T E

schlatt - brother!charlie x reader

ties you to the bed and calls charlie over

under the pretense of a “game night”

sits in a chair next to the bed, holding a vibe to your clit

camera pointed at you both

you ask him what he’s doing

“just waiting” he says nonchalantly, changing the angle on your clit

you jump at a knock on the door

“ah! he’s here! :D” he said excitedly and went to get the door

leaving the vibe resting on your precious bud

schlatt had his hands over charlie’s eyes and guides him into the room

“what’s that sound, schlatt, i’m scared” charlie only half joked

schlatt removed his hands from over your little brother’s eyes

“surprise, pipsqueak”

you're still moaning and whimpering and writhing, but now even more desperate after seeing charlie

charlie, eyes wide, mouth open, cock HARD

schlatt pushes him into the room, charlie stumbling over himself and landing directly on the bed between your legs

splutters and scrambles to get away, but schlatt was standing behind him

“cmon pipsqueak, ain't got all day” he shoved charlie's shoulder closer to the bed

your younger brother moved the vibe off of your cunt, offering you only a second of relief before his mouth replaced the wand

ted -

you two were in new york (NOO YAWK) for another chain video

having stopped by schlatt's place to hang out a bit before leaving to the next state

he had been bragging about you nonstop to schlatt and finally decided it was time for schlatt to get a chance

watching with a glass of whiskey in the corner of the room

schlatt pounding into you

youd cum more times than your fucked out brain could count

ted was lazily stroking himself as he watched, taking occasional pictures and videos

charlie -

schlatt was at his limit with how hot charlie had gotten

and you desperately needed charlie to realize how nice you were being to him 🥺

so you called in schlatt to teach your boyfriend the joys of say gex

you almost cream your pants at the rough and frenzied kiss schlatt initiated with the older man

cooing and soothing charlie as he got ruined right in front of you

schlatt, of course, calls him pipsqueak and you toots

I WROTE THIS IN THE WAITING ROOM OF THE HOSPITAL

Can you send him over to me

He can show me his awesome lasso skills 😔

i have this reoccurring dream of Jschlatt as a cowboy and he keeps on flirting with me and showing off his awesome lasso skills

I'm so prepped...

Tucker I love you but I swear to god if you make a tumblr episode I will commit atrocities the likes of man couldn’t imagine.

I'm joining 🩵

im not privating shit until i see evidence

+ the episodes are filmed a week in advance, were too late if it is happening.

ANYWAY ILL STAY ON THE FRONTLINES AND KEEP YALL PROTECTED 😛

What if I feel like being freaky in public.. 🤭😏👀

not to alarm anyone but Chuckle Sandwich may be making a tumblr episode. hide your freak shit, make your blog only viewable by people with an account, do whatever you need to do because Tucker might be browsing these tags for content for the episode 😬

You can never post too much cnc or dubcon or intox 🧍🏻‍♀️

I need more

I am frothing at the mouth for all the intox and cnc fics lately oh my godddd

Your writing is amazing and has been hitting so hard lately

oh my god thank you i was worried i was posting too much intox/cnc/dubcon shit so this healed me a bit i cannot stop myself from writing it auuugh

BARK BARK BARK I NEED MY MAN OF GOD

MY GOOD CHRISTIAN MAN UGH

priest schlatt I beg

we're not gonna talk about how long this took me to get to

happy national clergy appreciation day (in the u.s.) !! sorry if this sucks i was raised southern baptist and even then i sucked at christianity there's a reason i practice witchcraft now lol

hanging your head low as you ducked into the confessional wouldn't save you. sure, there was no one around to see you, but knowing that god had witnessed what you had done was reason enough to try and hide from the world as much as you could. but still you tucked yourself away into the corner of the booth, clutching your purse in your trembling hands.

religion was a something of a sore spot for you; growing up in a hyper-christian family was one way to ensure you didn't feel comfortable in a house of worship. you had always viewed god as an inevitable outcome, a fact that awaited you whenever you happened to reach the end of your journey here on earth. once you graduated high school and locked yourself into a four year program at a catholic college one state over, you came to realize that the reason you couldn't stand your religion wasn't because of overbearing relatives. no, it was the very idea of god himself. you found him sadistic, an egotistical prick who had nothing better to do than let horrible things happen to his creations. maybe it was true that most of the teachings you had heard were lost on you, that you didn't even make an effort to understand the lessons passed down for thousands of years. but so what? nobody had ever made an effort to understand you or what you were going through, why should you waste your energy extending that courtesy to a church that obviously didn't care about you?

but you know who did make you feel understood? the guys you had dated in the three years since you arrived at this prison. at least, for a few weeks, in the beginning. the first one was fine. he was the one who convinced you virginity was an outdated concept- which you still agreed with to this day, you decided. he was surprisingly "woke" about the whole religion thing, which was what drew you to him in the first place.

"my parents made me study here too," he sympathized. "i totally wish i could've gone on a mission trip instead of getting a degree. like, college will be here in a few years! those impoverished people might not, y'know? i just feel like god is totally calling me to go serve. like, 'troy, man, go feed those guys! tell them how cool i am!'" he stopped tossing a miniature foam basketball against your bedroom wall for a moment to look at you.

you smiled weakly at his sentiments and glanced up from your laptop to nod. "totally, troy."

turns out, (unsurprisingly) troy was a fucking douche. he stayed around just long enough to get into your pants a couple times, but then you caught him with the girl who lived in the dorm across from you, so he had to go. nobody ever found out who stole his clothes from the men's showers, but the videos of him streaking down the hallways while he ran to his room were sent around campus for months after that.

guys two and three were more painful than troy; you had actually grown attached to them. guy two lasted almost a year, and three was only a few months, but he felt special. and the half dozen guys you slept with while trying to get over them just added to the tally of sins you were keeping subconsciously.

so when your grades started to slip from depression in the winter of your junior year, and your counselor called you to her office for an appointment, it was no surprise that her words got under your skin as easily as they did. how could they not? getting students to go to church was part of her job. she was concerned that your grades were slipping because she hadn't seen you at mass in a long time, and the absence of the lord will do that to a young girl, you know.

so later that night, after drinking by yourself at a bar a few miles from the school, you stumbled into the church on campus and slunk into the confessional. realizing that the wooden box was incredibly uncomfortable, you winced and pulled off your heels, rubbing your feet gently as you waited to be listened to.

you shrieked quietly when a small lattice window on the wall next to you slid open. "oh, fuck... sorry! um, it's my turn, right?... yeah, i think so. okay, so, um. bless me father for i have... sinned? it's been, like," you paused as you counted back the time on your fingers. "almost two years since my last confession. oh, jeez, that makes me sound awful." you were hiccupping as you rambled, and you could have sworn you heard the faintest exhale of amusement if you weren't plastered.

"whatever, it's too late to stop now," you sighed, crossing your legs. "i let some guys sleep with me and now i'm all unpure and like. i'm supposed to show up here a couple times every week now but i don't wanna, i don't care enough about this whole god thing to waste the rest of my college life becoming a nun. i'm already worried i wasted three years coming here instead of a school where i could have felt like myself," you trailed off.

it was quiet for a moment before a gruff voice with a new york accent asked, "how many guys?"

you snorted. "9, i think," you said with a smirk, rolling your eyes.

the man on the other side of the panel felt his face heat up as he mumbled, "jesus." you couldn't hold in your laugh at how absurd this was. this was what you deserved for coming to confess at 2 in the morning.

"i know it's been a while since i've been here and all, but i'm pretty sure that's not what you're supposed to say," you giggled.

a chuckle was heard before he answered, "sorry. you're right, it's not. tell me more, what led you to sleeping with them?" at least now he was trying.

the two of you talked for about an hour, until it no longer felt like a confession and you were sure you had fallen for this priest you couldn't even see. eventually, he tried to dismiss you without giving you your penance, but something in your gut drove you to bring it up yourself.

he stepped out of the booth first, and you hesitated for a second before following him, freezing when you saw what he looked like. tall, scary, with gorgeous brown eyes framed by aviator glasses and fluffy chops adorning his cheeks. by some miracle, he also felt immobilized by his view of you hopping out of the wooden compartment- dress disheveled, fishnets ripped, heels in one hand and your purse slung over one shoulder. you were his worst nightmare, a temptation he simply could not resist. god had just placed a vulnerable young lamb like you in his midst; who was he to deny himself of the simple pleasures his lord had provided for him?

"father? father, my penance," you waved your hand in front of his face (after a bit of trying to get his attention), which had just gone dark. his eyes now looked hungry and cold.

"hmm?" he blinked and tilted his head towards you slightly. "oh. uhm," he let out a deep exhale, as if contemplating something. "y-y'know what? just come with me," he spoke gently, taking your hand and leading you to a back room with some spare furniture scattered about.

a part of you knew what was coming, and a different part of you never could have guessed the situation you were about to find yourself in. once you were alone in the room together, he pulled you close and pressed you against a wall, letting his hot breath waft over your neck as he bent down to whisper in your ear.

"god's telling me we should make it 10 men you've been with," he murmured, voice velvet smooth as it coated your eardrums. "so you can say at least one of them was a real man of the lord, hmm, doll?"

your breath, caught in your throat, sped up as he slowly, gently, tenderly took your wrists in one of his hands, bringing them to rest above your head. "father..."

"schlatt. my name's schlatt. but that's just a courtesy, hm? stick to callin' me father." you felt him smirk against your skin as he sunk his teeth into the flesh of your neck, drawing out a frantic moan from you.

"careful with your noises, angel, there's two other guys here tonight, and if we get caught, i'm gonna have to share you," schlatt warned. he used his other free hand to pull down the top of your dress, smiling greedily at the sight of your exposed breasts. "no bra?"

"i-it didn't go with the outfit," you tried to defend yourself, but he just shushed you and fondled your chest lovingly, like he really was just appreciating one of god's creations. pathetic noises spilled from your lips as you watched him admire you, a hypnotized look on your face.

"you're so beautiful, doll. wha's your name?" he asked, glancing up at your face to meet your gaze.

you stammered out your response and he repeated it, running over the name in his mind.

"pretty," he said simply. "i'm gonna make you feel good now, okay?" it was more of a statement than a question, and you nodded with a gulp as he knelt down and slid his head under your dress. you felt your pupils dilate as you leaned your head back against the wall and let your eyes fall closed. schlatt ripped a bigger hole into your fishnets and pulled your skimpy panties to the side, licking a long stripe up your folds and tracing circles with his tongue on your clit. it was hard to keep your whorish noises contained, but clamping your hand over your mouth did a good enough job.

he ate you until you were frantically scratching at his head through the fabric of your dress as you came all over his face, sobbing from how good you felt. you didn't even know it was possible to feel this euphoric, but here this priest was to show you how. once he was satisfied, he pulled away from your cunt and rose to tower over you again. he reached into his robes and opened them enough so that his crotch was visible. you watched as he pulled out his length, stunned at the size of it, and let him pick you up and position you around his waist.

"father, i'm scared, i don't know if it's gonna fit," you admitted guiltily. schlatt locked eyes with you while he replied.

"it's okay to be scared. but you have to do it anyways." with that, he slid into you, stretching you out more than you ever had been before. you bit onto him in an effort to keep quiet; his robes did a good job of muffling the sound. after a generous amount of time to let you get used to him, he started moving.

he was gentle at first, but gradually got rougher and rougher. there wasn't a moment where he wasn't focused on making you feel good. his eyes pierced through you as he rammed into you at a relentless pace, and the attention he was giving you didn't make you feel objectified like it did when the other guys fucked you. it made you feel divine, ethereal almost.

grunts and pants, along with the occasional squeal, were all that could be heard as he rolled his hips into you time and time again. he coaxed another orgasm out of you just with his cock, and once he felt like he had pleasured you enough, he sped up, now thrusting at a frenzied pace.

"when i tell you, you're gonna get on your knees and take me in your mouth, okay angel?" he instructed, out of breath. you nodded, eager to please.

"yes, father," you gasped as he reached deeper and deeper inside you with every thrust. schlatt's eyes rolled back slightly at the title and he went impossibly faster for a few seconds before speaking.

"n-now! now!" he ordered desperately. he set you down hurriedly and you slammed down onto your knees to take him in your mouth, letting him burrow deep into your throat before he finished with a loud groan and grabbed your hair roughly.

he remained in your throat for a moment while he caught his breath, sliding out once his chest had stopped heaving.

"there's your penance, doll. i better see you here for a 2 a.m. confession next monday as well, yeah? i think that's what the lord's callin' me to do," schlatt said as he buttoned his robes. you straightened your clothes as much as you could and looked up at him sheepishly.

"looking forward to it. but, uh, is there a back door i could leave through? because i do not want to walk through the church like this." you gestured to your outfit, tattered and wrinkled, and winced.

he chuckled and nodded. "yeah, i'll show you to it. maybe it could be our secret entrance," he joked.

"oh, of course. i'll knock three times whenever i need to be let in," you retort with a grin.

maybe coming to church wouldn't be so bad, after all.

My sexual awakening regarding incest and piss was you and mama moisty I think

if your writing is so good you make me attracted to some shit I was NOT attracted to before- you are not a writer- you are the DEVIL tempting me to sin

I HAVE TO COMPLETE THE QUAD OF PEOPLE

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@manticore-fangs

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I NEED MANTI

@manticore-fangs I BEG

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LITERALLY

Y’know what. I’m gonna say it. I’ve been silent for too long.

WHY AREN’T WE TALKING MORE ABOUT THE WHOLE “KIMMY GRANGER LIKES IT ROUGH” BIT?????? LIKE, c’mon. C’MONNNNNN SMUT WRITERS.

I need to fucking become Kimmy Granger.

I need Jschlatt.

Y’know what. I’m gonna say it. I’ve been silent for too long.

WHY AREN’T WE TALKING MORE ABOUT THE WHOLE “KIMMY GRANGER LIKES IT ROUGH” BIT?????? LIKE, c’mon. C’MONNNNNN SMUT WRITERS.

Kimmy just got fucked rough by this guy who threw her around in different positions n she had socks on I think

She giggled a lot 🤭

Y’know what. I’m gonna say it. I’ve been silent for too long.

WHY AREN’T WE TALKING MORE ABOUT THE WHOLE “KIMMY GRANGER LIKES IT ROUGH” BIT?????? LIKE, c’mon. C’MONNNNNN SMUT WRITERS.

Bestie I'm following her on ig lmaooo 😭😭

Y’know what. I’m gonna say it. I’ve been silent for too long.

WHY AREN’T WE TALKING MORE ABOUT THE WHOLE “KIMMY GRANGER LIKES IT ROUGH” BIT?????? LIKE, c’mon. C’MONNNNNN SMUT WRITERS.

BUT I LOOK UP TO YOU

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YOURE NOT SCARY BTW

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SOB I DIDNT KNOW IM SO SORRY

I DIDNT KNOW IT WAS A SIDE BLOG IM SORRY PLS FORGIVE

MAMA MOISTY COLLECTED

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I NEED IT

A fanfic? In my drafts? It’s more likely than you think…

We need to collect Mama Moisty

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OLLIE WHY DID YOU REBLOG THIS AS SOON AS I MENTJONED RHE PRIEST FIC TO MY FRIEND??(

anon with the priest kink (that is your fault) and i have. i found your writing months ago, just not your tumblr. no clue what omashi is but i guess it’s hot because damn

omorashi! it's not just piss, it's specifically the humiliation of holding it until one soils themself.

tbh i think i should write a fic about it again bc i read a fic where someone got talked through the whole letting go thing and i. well i was very normal about it, obviously. tbh i should do that with emeto too. ough imagine like a party and you gotta get talked through puking your guts out in the bathroom? oughgggh

HELLO IM HERE TO SAY THAT YOUR GRAMMAR IS LARGELY YUMMY KEEP UP THE GUD WORK 👍🏻🧍🏻‍♀️

Kinktober Week 1 ; Semi-Public Sex

summary: your tutor, ted, finger-fucks you mid study sesh in the library

warnings: afab reader, degradation, size kink (if you squint), slut shaming

note: this is the first time i’ve ever written/posted smut, so criticism is welcome but i’d appreciate if you’re nice about it. also, this may be deleted if i wake up tomorrow morning and realize how bad this is, because i wrote this on my phone at like four in the morning. oh and i changed the kinktober plans. whoops

“Just like that,” Ted whispered into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. “You’re so smart.” He slid a hand under your shirt, fingers tracing shapes on the side of your torso. “Such a smart little slut. Y’like sitting on my lap in the library? I bet you’d let me bend you over the table.”

You felt your stomach ache, a rushing heat pooling at your panties. “Ted, we’re in public…”

His hand crept down from your sides to under your skirt, stroking the lacey, soaked fabric which barely covered you. “But you wanted this, didn’t you? You wanted me to find out about these, pull ‘em off?”

“Shit, Teddy, I–I have to–we’re here to, to study,” you croaked through shaky breaths. You shifted slightly, desperate for any friction.

He slowed down, fingers rubbing your panties closer to your clit. You gasped, his right hand running from your side up to your mouth. “Shh, angel, we can do both. I just need you to be quiet, okay? Can you do that for me?”

You shook your head, whispering through his rough hands, “I will. I will.”

Ted took his hand from your face, moving it to your clothed hips. “You’re gonna keep doing your work,” he pulled you closer to him, a finger sliding your panties aside to dip into your folds, “And I’m gonna take care of you.” He started slow, letting you adjust to the two fingers stretching you out. You bit the innards of your cheeks, hands both off the table gripping your thighs in an attempt to suppress the ungodly noises trapped inside of you, begging to escape. “I need you to be quiet, remember? Can’t fuck this pretty pussy of yours if we’re kicked out. Just focus on your work.” You nodded, choking down a sob as tears began to well in your eyes. “Jesus baby, your so fucking tight. All for me.”

“All–All for you,” You stammered, a faint whimper heard as you spoke. Ted’s hand moved from your waist to your wrist, moving it back to your papers. He fumbled to grab the pencil, more focused on the increasing pace he pumped in and out of you.

“Keep on writing,” He whispered into your neck, hand holding yours as you tried to solve another problem, “You can do it, I believe in you.”

Your hands shook as you did your best to scribble numbers at random, too scattered to think. More breathless mewls poured out of you, before your arms both hit the desk, your head following them. You tried to whisper your pleas, overwhelmed by pleasure. “Teddy! Oh god! I can’t—I can’t, fuck!”

“Yes you can, yes you can,” He pulled you back in with a single arm before pulling your head back up, sticking three fingers straight in your mouth. You sucked on them, tongue trying to keep them settled as he pushed them further. Ted used his thumb to apply extra pressure to your clit, overwhelming your entire being. It was all too much, and you knew it had to end soon. You felt your walls clench around him, mumbling and moaning around his fingers while he degraded you. “Just like that—fuck—just like that. Cum for me. Cum for me right here, let everyone in here hear how big of a dirty whore you are.”

His fingers left your throat, leaving you gasping for air through a pornographic moan. Next, fingers left you, slapping your drenched pussy. “Atta girl.”

fuckin love when i get a new follower and they spam like all my posts like yessss bb feed my ego with every notif ily mwahhh