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writingduhh · 6 months

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Chuckle Sammy || Falling Asleep In His Lap (HC)

(In this HC you fall asleep on their lap at a party / get together)

Leave me some detailed or vague fic requests or HC ideas plz I’m all out and I need some inspiration 😭😭😭

❥ Jschlatt:

▷ The second he notices you’re asleep he goes protection mode.

▷ He won't allow anyone within a 5-foot radius of you, fearing that their presence might wake you.

▷ He knows how hard you’ve been working lately and insists that you catch up on sleep, even if it’s at a party.

▷ Whenever someone close to you makes an obnoxiously loud noise, he'll respond with a stern glare and a finger to his lips.

▷ He tenderly traces soothing shapes on your back or arms with his fingertips.

▷ Definitely takes this opportunity to take some silly pictures. Using Snapchat filters or just terrible angles and lighting

▷ He will take some wholesome pictures too, of course. Spamming his snapchat story with your face.

▷ As the night progresses, and people get louder he makes the call to head home.

▷ He doesn't bother waking you up; instead, he simply scoops you up in his arms, carefully carrying you out to the car.

▷ On the drive home, he ensures the car stays at the perfect temperature, keeps the music volume low, and skillfully navigates around any potholes.

▷ Once home he takes it upon himself to get you ready and into bed.

Once home, he takes it upon himself to get you ready for bed. Carrying you inside from the car, he softly lays you down on your shared bed, while he rummages around the closet to find one of his hoodies for you to wear. Gently he’ll change you out of your party outfit and into his oversized hoodie, possibly waking you up in the process.

“Hm? Where are we?” You mumble very confused by the chnage in surroundings.

“Shh we’re home now toots, let’s finish getting you ready for bed.”

You easily complied as he instructed you to lift your arms, then he pulled his hoodie over you.

"There we go," he says, his voice now deeper as he too was growing tired.

Together you both cuddled up together in your bed, falling asleep nearly instantly.

❥ Ted:

▷ Once he realizes you’re asleep he goes full mom mode.

▷ He'll take care to delicately adjust you, making sure you’re comfortable and preventing you from waking up sore.

▷ Looks around for a blanket. If he can’t find one he’ll use the jacket/button up off his own back to keep you warm.

▷ I can see him being the type to still mingling around at the party as you sleep on the couch but he’s never more than a few feet away from you, constantly looking over and checking in

▷ If he's not up and mingling with other partygoers, he's right by your side, talking casually to those closest to him, running his hands through your hair, and tracing your face as you lay on his legs.

▷ As the night winds down and people start to leave, he'll softly wake you, ensuring you're okay and offering a refreshing glass of water.

"Y/n, come on, it's time to go," Ted softly spoke, gently rubbing your shoulder.

"Hmm?" you grumbled, slowly sitting up from where you lay on the couch.

"It's getting late, hun. We should probably get going," he explained, offering you his extended hand.

Slowly, you grabbed his hand and rose to your feet, resting your body against his.

He let out a soft laugh before saying, "Would my tired baby like a piggyback ride?”

You nodded, rubbing your eyes. Swiftly, he bent down, allowing you to climb up onto him before securing your legs with his arms. Sleepily, you laid your head against his shoulder, the subtle movement of his walking occasionally swaying your tired head.

▷ Once to the car he softly places you in the passenger seat, buckling your seatbelt before placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

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rabbitsrams · 9 months

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ted fingering you while he’s recording chuckle sandwich <3

nsfw under the cut, minors dni. 18+ only.

you decided that you wanted to keep ted company while he recorded another episode of chuckle sandwich with schlatt and tucker. off camera, of course.

what started off as you sitting in a chair evolved into you laying over ted’s lap. he pans the camera upward in the middle of recording just so you couldn’t be seen, all while his long fingers thrust in and out of your hole.

he’s talking to schlatt like all’s normal, like he isn’t making you see stars and getting hard from hearing you and feeling you.

you know you have to keep quiet so his microphone doesn’t pick up your noises. and you’re trying, honestly. but when ted’s finger hits that spot right where you want it, you can’t help it. he starts laughing loudly to mask the sound of you coming all over his fingers.

and when he’s all done with the recording and off the call, he’s dragging you to the couch so he could fuck you into next tuesday.

#ted nivison x reader #ted nivison x you #ted nivison smut #ted nivison fanfiction #ted nivison imagine #ted nivison fic #hey have some smut before i go see barbie

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nvmadic · 9 months

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i saw an instagram reel about this and IM REELING THINKING ABOUT IT WITH BEST FRIEND TED.

– you're in high school and it's right after the first time you were really hurt by a guy you'd liked since forever. the boy had tried to take your first kiss without asking and then called you something mean for pulling away and telling him no. so of course, you'd ran to your best friend about it because he was the only person you could trust to tell about it, and he makes you a promise.

”you know y/n, if nothing happens for you or me by the time we're eighteen, you can have all my firsts.” you blink at him a moment and laugh, ”what? all of them?” his eyes never leave yours. ”all of them. i trust you with them.”

then your eighteenth birthday rolls around and ted comes to find you towards the end of the party. ”well you're eighteen. i'm eighteen. remind me, have you given away your first kiss yet?” he smiles, placing his cup of water down on the counter. you blush almost sheepishly, you knew what he was referring to because it hadn't left your mind once since he first said it. ”no teddy, i haven't.” now his smile turns into a smirk and he offers his hand out to you.

without thinking, you place your hand in his and he pulls you closer, moving your hand over his shoulder which moves your chest flush against his. he leans in, but not close enough to be within kissing distance. ”y/n, would you let me take your first of firsts if i give you my first of firsts?” you slowly nod and let your eyes flutter shut as he presses his lips against yours.

the next year on your nineteenth birthday, it's just a small get together with friends, but just like last time, he waits until the party is almost over to say anything. ”y/n, would you let me take your second of firsts if i give you my second of firsts?” despite knowing what he's referring to, you have no clue what he's talking about, at least until everyone is shuffling out of your apartment except for him. with a smile, he walks you slowly back to the sofa and presses his lips against yours, hand moving down to your thigh. for awhile, you just move around the sofa, kissing each other and groping around your legs and his shoulder before he pulls away, leaving you confused.

on your twentieth birthday, you almost forget about the question because you went out for a birthday dinner. but as per his new routine, he waited until you were alone in your apartment to ask you the question. ”y/n, would you let me take your third of firsts if i give you my third of firsts?” the question itself makes you a little hazy because now there's no doubt about what's happening and you nod at him the same way you did two years prior. ”this time sweetheart,” the nickname is new it rolls off his tongue perfectly and it makes you blush, ”i need you to give me a clear yes.” swallowing hard, you whisper out, ”yes teddy.”

he takes his time, getting your shirts off and getting back into your bedroom. kissing you and getting your riled up by letting his hands float over where you need him most. discarding the rest of your clothes and reminding you to tell him to stop if it gets to be too much. sliding the condom on and taking his sweet time opening you up with his fingers. there was even a time you could've sworn you heard him mutter ”m'so glad it's you..” under his breath, but you couldn't be sure with how dizzy you were on his cock.

on your twenty-first birthday, you're out with a group of friends at a bar. ted knew drinking might be the only first you would share with a group and he was fine with it, mumbling in your ear, ”congratulations on your fourth first sweetheart.”

by the time your twenty-second birthday rolled around, ted had acquired a new friend, schlatt, who was happy to provide him with another first you could have.

as per routine, everyone left and it was just the two of you. ”y/n, honey,” god you were going to die if he kept using those stupid petnames. ”would you let me take your fifth of firsts if i give you my fifth of firsts?” you tilted your head at him. ”well uhm, what is it?” from his jacket he pulled out a plastic bag and after about ten seconds of staring, you realised what it was. ”ted, is that even legal?” you'd asked, although you didn't really care, you were just nervous. he laughed, ”in this state, yes.”

before you knew it, you were sitting on your couch with him again. the same couch you'd had your first makeout session with, the same couch your shirts had been discarded on before you lost your virginity, and now the same couch you were getting ready to smoke on. and while ted messed with the wrapper, you realised it had all been with the same guy, and no matter how hard you tried to convince yourself you'd only ever be best friends, the last few years had proved otherwise. as ted lifted the rolled cannabis up to your lips, you realised that this was something you didn't want to end after all of your firsts were gone.

THAT ENDED UP BEING WAYYY LONGER THAN I MEANT IT TO BE BUT WHATEVER. (might have to make it a fic now who knows)

saint? hello? to just casually drop this in my inbox and to bless me yet again? please kiss me you gorgeous human being. this is so cute i want this tattooed on the inside of my eyelids so i can read it whilst i sleep.

#screaming withou the s #i love this so much #yall are so fuckin smart #saint #asks #ted nivison x reader #ted nivison #ted nivison hcs #ted nivison headcanons #ted nivison fluff #ted nivision smut #ted nivison imagine #ted nivison fic

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pray4saint · 8 months

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invisible string

masterlist & descrip. pg. 13+. established relationship. bf!ted. soulmates but on accident, kinda. song inspired fic. fake locations used in story. swearing. playful use of 'whore' and/or 'bitch' referring to reader's friend. use of 'y/n' and 'f/n' for friend's name.

a/n. i'm a swiftie so inspired by invisible string by taylor swift, tags: @slxtmeri

”i'll be back in ten, alright?” you nod and your boyfriend kisses the top of your head before leaving your apartment and shooting you a smile on his way out the door. you'd completely forgotten about the fact that you were on the phone and they had to clear their throat to get your attention again. ”sorry– were you saying something?” you say with a sniffle at the end of your sentence. ”yeah but now i'm on something else.”

ted had gone out to get you more tissues and cough drops and more frozen pizzas because in the last week you'd come down with a cold and despite how much you told him he didn't have to go to the store, he did. he was just that boyfriend.

”right okay, what is it?” you ask, snuggling back down into the sofa, blanket pulled right up to your chin. ”okay your boyfriend ted, he looks like that one guy from uh,” they snapped their fingers a few times as if trying to order the memory back to mind. ”two-ish years ago, remember? at the lynx lounge-bar?” the air you exhaled came out almost as a laugh. ”first of all, how do you remember that?.. and second, you'd have to show me a picture 'cause i don't remember it.” they scoffed, before sliding out of the call to find it. ”give me like five minutes.” you used your hands to push yourself off the couch, ”while you're doing that, i'm gonna go make tea.”

”okay."

”aha! i fooouuund it! y/n!” you your phone up from the counter, shaking your head at your friend. ”yes? did you find it?” that question comes out a little more sarcastic than you intended but this was one of your close friends, it didn't really matter. ”yeah, i found more than one. they're sending right now.” your lips form into a little 'o', and you tap out of the facetime call to open your text messages.

to say you were surprised was an understatement. it was ted in the photos with you. one with your head buried into his shoulder while he struggles to hold you up. another at a booth with you sitting on his lap, surrounded by your at-the-time large group of friends and one or two of his. your jaw seemed to drop farther after each picture. the third was horribly shot, with you and ted laughing while trying to dance. then the fourth was actually a video, music blasted but still you could hear your own giggles into ted's arm and shoulder and neck as he jumped around to the song with you on his back. you guys were wasted wasted. ”oh my god.” you let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding in. ”that is him. at least, it looks like him. uh,” glancing up at the time, ted should be home any minute, you smile. ”how did you remember that, damn.” your question isn't rhetoric but it's still a statement and you tap back into the call to see your friend, muted, laughing their ass off. ”unmute yourself you whore.” again, they burst into a fit of laughter but this time you can hear all of it. ”i'm hanging up.” you say and they put a hand up in defense, ”wait–” wheezing. ”WAIT BITCH,” a cough and attempt to catch a breath. ”does he know?” you smile, sniffling, trying to bite back the laughs that want so badly to escape. ”he will when he gets home, and when he does i'm hanging up on you–” your eyes flick up to the turning of the door handle and you wave at your phone. ”bye bitch.” the last thing you hear is a cut-off gasp before you end the call.

”hey teddy,” you coo, tossing your phone onto the other end of the couch, pulling the blankets snug around your middle. ”hi sweetheart. you alright?” it never failed to amaze you how often ted would ask if you were alright. ”yeah, just got off the phone with f/n.” you smile as he marches over to you, leaning down for a quick kiss before continuing on to set the bag of goods on the table. ”oh, anything interesting?” he wasn't even looking at you, he was moving items from the table to the cabinets but he was still invested in what was happening despite having only been gone for ten minutes. ”yeah actually,” you start to trail off, thinking about the right words to say. unfortunately, nothing comes of your short contemplation so you just blurt it out. ”do you remember being at the lynx lounge-bar approximately two years ago?..” your voice dies out at how specific the question sounds as you say it. ted's head turns to you and his face is scrunched up in confusion. he sets the last item down on the counter and steps closer to the back of the couch, leaning over you. ”maybe. why?”

maybe you did sound a little crazy to him, because what reason would you have for bringing up something he barely remembered? ”just something f/n mentioned is all.” you didn't smile, although your voice gave away how excited you were. ”okay y/n what's going on? am i about to get sniped or ambushed?” despite his serious-ish tone, you knew he was joking. still, you rolled your eyes at him, and reached across the couch for your phone. ”i was there that night.” you voiced, opening the photos that f/n had sent you. ”and you're never gonna believe this teddy, we,” you looked back up from your phone at him and gestured between the two of you with your index finger, ”were there together.” you turn your phone to face him with a smile on your face.

”what? there's no way.” he got up close to the back of the couch to look at your phone screen. his eyes seemed to have been lost in the pixels. ”that is you, right?” you ask, pointing to the man in the picture who is most obviously your boyfriend. ”yeah, i just, wow. talk about fate.” he smiles, eyes still on the photo. ”almost like an invisible string, huh?” he asks, standing up and moving to stand behind you, hands on your shoulders. ”yeah, like an invisible string.” you mutter as he leans over, placing a small kiss atop your head. ”and y'know y/n, if the universe wanted us to be together so badly, we should make sure it's forever right?” he asks, and watches as you straighten your back and turn around where you're sat. ”oh?” you already knew what this was about, all your friends knew, your family knew, his audience knew how badly he wanted to marry you. ”just a heads up sweetheart.” he headed back for the kitchen to get you more medicine to take.

pray4saint© do not copy, translate or repost my work without my express permission.

#pray4saint #s.ted #ted nivison #ted nivison x reader #ted nivison fluff #chuckle sandwich x reader #chuckle sandwich fluff #ted nivison fic #ted nivison fanfiction

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sillybabybear · 4 months

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𝔥𝔞𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔡

🍓 tw // eensie weensie slight death mention

💐 ChuckleTrio // tagged with 🥪༘ ChuckleWriting

🍧 reader details // gn minor reader, child of 🥪!Ted

You were the child of the once infamous Ted Nivison, and despite his violent reputation, you had no qualms with this. Your father and mother treated you well and gave you a good life. Your childhood was fairly normal and honestly idyllic. You knew of your father's past being a dark one which he didn't discuss, and that was fine by you. All you knew was that once he was bad, but now? He was a fantasic father. And you loved him all the same. As far back as your memory would allow, though, you'd never been alone. In dreams and in daily life, an unfamiliar face would show itself, seemingly accompanying you constantly. Your father, at your young age, wrote this off as an imaginary friend.

"Why, kids your age have imaginary friends all the time, kiddo! It's nothing to worry about! Does he have a name?" Your response, sounding more lighthearted now that you'd been assured of your normalcy, was "Charlie! He says his name is Charlie!!"

The familiar name sent a subtle shiver down Ted's spine, but he hid it from you. That night, he texted Schlatt, who was on a similar, reformed path.

"Hey Schlatt..?" he quickly typed, requesting to call, slightly frantic. He'd been keeping this down all day, yet he had a sneaking suspicion there was more to this. Schlatt disagreed, reassuring him, "Ted, it's nothin'. Yer just paranoid. Charlie's been gone for years now. 's a common name, yeah? Its not like he's hauntin' yer kid or somethin'!" Ted heard this comforting rationalization and agreed, and the two mostly never spoke of the ordeal beyond a passing mention as an in-joke.

Charlie, though? He had other plans. All of a sudden, the imaginary friend went from primary school, to elementary. Then, Middle. And...high school. You were also painfully aware of how unusual such a thing was. And so you never mentioned it to you parents, or friends, or...anybody.

"Y/N!" Charlie exclaimed, turning to face you. The light of your laptop was bright against his face. Your eyes shifted from the heavy textbook in front of you to look and see what had him calling for you, and you questioned if he had found anything useful. Hey, this may be odd, but he helped you with homework, so you're not complaining!

"Yeah, check it out." He said, highlighting a specific paragraph. You thanked him and took notes, marking the website for future reference. "No problem, kid! What can I say, im the best in the business."

"Sweetie, Dinner's ready!" Called a blissfully unaware Ted from the kitchen, prompting you to stand up.

"Sorry Charlie, I gotta go." you said, and he responded with a begrudging sigh. "Okay, okay...I'll see you in a bit, then."

"See you, Charles!" And with that, you were off to Dinner, leaving Charlie to think over his current dilemma which he always found his mind wandering to when he was left unattended.

Would he ever be able to pass on..?

Hey, if you read this far, thanks bunches! I dont really write on tumblr, this is my first time! I hope it turned out okay, and sorry for the length, i dunno how to do them fancy cut off things i see other folks doin!! If you have any (polite) tips on writing or formatting, please let me know!! have a nice day/night, ya'll! (also i may do a sequel if i feel the need/its requested)

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unlust-fvck · 10 months

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"please get off my lap." "but you're so much prettier from this angle."

with chuckle sammy + will (and dreamy weamy if not its ok)

i had so much fun writing this :’) i went OVERBOARD.

schlatt- it was one of those normal work days for him; editing and playing the same clip over and over again until he deemed it perfect. you, on the other hand, found this pointless and decided to go bother him.

“jayyyyyy”

he wouldn’t even move, knowing your exact objective. he’d just let out one of those disappointed parental sighs. you’d peer into the room and quietly patter into the once spare bedroom that was now schlatt’s streaming/editing/whatever-else room. as you walked up behind him, you placed both of your palms firmly onto his shoulders and nuzzled your cheek into his, now longer, hair. inhaling deeply, you pressed a kiss to the crown of his head.

“i’m busy.”

he knew he couldn’t keep you off for long after you let out a pitiful whine. schlatt let out a sigh as his eyes fluttered closed and spun around in his chair to face you. he stared at you with an inquisitive look. you smiled, knowing you had gotten your way as your eyes flickered down to his lap, then back up to his. he shook his head.

“toots, i’m busy.”

he could repeat it until the end of time as you climbed into his lap. he gave in reluctantly as one arm wrapped around the small of your back to keep you steady. as he attempted to finish his video, you whined impatiently as you played with the neckline of his t-shirt.

“can you please get off my lap? you’re distracting me.”

“but you’re so much prettier from this angle”

he couldn’t argue with that.

charlie- as you got ready for bed, you could hear charlie humming to himself in the bedroom. just as you had finished brushing your teeth, you trotted into the bedroom and sat on the bed. you observed charlie as he tidied up the room, still humming to himself. as he laid down beside you, the humming ceased and his head plopped into your lap, his arms behind his head. you chuckled and pressed a lingering kiss to the center of his forehead. when you pulled away, you found him gazing at you. his eyes were so full of love; an adoring grin gracing his lips.

“char, you’ve got to get your head out of my lap, it’s bed time.”

he just continued to look at you as he formulated the perfect thing to say.

“but you look so pretty from this angle- n-not that you don’t look pretty all the time, im just saying that-“

you shut him up with a kiss.

ted- ted was all about domestic moments with you; everything from cooking dinners to going on dates that gave him butterflies though you had been together for years. tonight was movie night, yet you had other plans. instead of watching the movie that ted was very much interested in, you were gazing at him. the way his nose sloped down and was so cute. the way his eyes gleamed in the light of the television. he was perfect. just as you were bathing in his features, you didn’t realize how close you had gotten to him; your face inches away from his cheek. you pressed a small kiss to it and crawled into his lap for better access. before you could go any further, ted chuckled and tried to push you away, his view obstructed.

“honey pot, i can’t see. you’ve got to get off.”

you pouted and stood your ground as you pressed lingering kisses all along his face and down his neck.

“you.” kiss “just.” kiss “look.” kiss “so.” kiss “pretty.” kiss “from here.”

ted smiled and chuckled breathlessly, before taking his glasses off and sliding them onto the table. he laid down and pulled you with him as he pressed a firm kiss to your lips.

he really didn’t care if he missed the movie.

wilbur- will was a sunday morning enjoyer. he’d have his old battered book in one hand and the other drawing mindless shapes across your half asleep figure in bed. just as he was about to flip the page with his hand on you, you whined and pulled it back down. he looked at you for a moment, piecing your features together, before showing a gentle smile and placing his book down on the bed.

“s’wrong, love?”

his voice was sweet and like caramel; dripping from his lips ever-so gently. you could just melt as his hand continued moving across your collarbones and shoulders mindlessly. you huffed and nodded your head to his lap.

“i’m almost done with this chapter, not now, alright?”

you let out a whine in protest as he chuckled quietly and picked his book back up, the movements on your chest growing lazy. you knew you could push him. you scooted your head into his lap, gazing up at him from underneath his book. your eyes shined like stars; he was beautiful. wilbur let out a lighthearted sigh as he set his book down once again;

“darling, d’ya mind getting your head off my lap?”

you just shook your head, your eyes flickering to his slightly parted lips, then back up to his caramel eyes.

“you look much prettier from down here”

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showf4lls · 4 months

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ɞ ― make a home in you; chuckle sandwich

cw + info! fluff, headcanons / no CWs

includes! ted nivison + charlie slimecicle + jschlatt

dedication! @ivyinnit

notes! i’m currently trying to get over a breakup and am kind of struggling w yearning atmo so this request (while old) was kind of perfect thank you for dropping into my askbox, ivy!! little update: it’s been so long since i’ve received this request, i know. it should’ve been easy to get it out quickly, but school absolutely melted me this semester. i know that ivy’s deactivated now, but in the case that she comes across it, i hope you enjoy beloved <3

TED

⎼ y’all schedule out laundry days together. it’s cute as fuck okok

⎼ forehead and cheek kisses while you’re on your way out the door

⎼ if he wakes up before you, he makes your morning drink of choice just the way you like it! though, he prefers to sleep in with you

⎼ if you don’t have any important plans for the day and you’ve set alarms just for the sake of waking up at a certain time, he turns them all off before you wake up. he wants to give you an opportunity to rest as much as you need to; your body will wake up when it’s ready

⎼ brunch dates! while you guys prefer to sleep in together, you alternate between sleeping in and waking up at a reasonable hour depending on your plans. ted really likes taking you out to brunch and just walking around window shopping with you after

⎼ if either of you are going somewhere important, the other will help them get ready and run through a mental checklist with them before they go in order to make sure the person leaving has absolutely everything they need

⎼ y’all are constantly doing bits. it’s kind of confusing for your friends, but neither of you care much because you’re just having a great time

⎼ ted is an absolute gentleman always, not just in the honeymoon phase. constantly opening doors for you, helping you put your sweater on when you’re leaving the house, opening the car door for you. stuff like that

⎼ he rubber ducks for you a lot. just sits down near you and listens, letting you work out your issues by talking it out without feeling awkward about it

⎼ he’s just overall a great listener and very in-tune with your needs. only gives advice and input when you ask for it, but he always makes an effort to validate your feelings. holds you when you need him to and steps back when he senses that you need space. also really good at problem solving and helping out when you get overwhelmed or have sensory overload

– when you have bad days, he has a tendency to go above and beyond. he cooks dinner for you, makes sure your comfy clothes are all washed and clean, and generally just makes sure you have to do as little as possible so that you have the proper space to calm down

CHARLIE

– you guys have rapid fire joke contests together, usually late at night when you’re sitting on kitchen counters, snacking. you go back and forth until either the two of you are laughing so hard that it would be physically impossible to keep going, or someone can’t come up with a joke fast enough

– you try to stay on the sleep cycle but you both tend to get a little out of whack every once in a while, so you have these phases of going to sleep at a decent hour and then going to sleep when the sun is about to come up

– as such, you guys have these phases of making spontaneous runs to the grocery store or gas station to get snacks, usually cereal for some reason. you get whatever you want and charlie never lets you pay for any of it. on the later nights, you guys sometimes experiment with new flavors of things or weird snack combinations

– he has a thing about always making sure you’re warm enough. you’re a little chilly? he’s pulling his sweater off and pulling it over your head. once you’re all comfy and settled, he’s on his way to turn on the heater. your feet are cold? he’s running to get you a pair of fuzzy socks and a blanket in case your legs are cold too. even when you’re about to leave the house -- it’s colder than 50 outside? he’s scrambling around the house, gathering gloves and scarves and beanies for you to take with you in case you get cold, even if they don’t match. no other options but you’re still cold? mans is wrapping himself around you, trying to use his body heat to warm you up himself. he hates when you’re chilly and uncomfortable :[

– brings you home little presents all the time. literally anything that remind him of you. you have a collection of buttons and keychains that he’s seen while walking through shops. he also steals cool props from videos and projects to give to you. you have a little collection going

– loves pda all the time, but not always cuddling (which can sound confusing, but let me explain). he likes casual pda with you around the house, whether it be you resting your feet in his lap while you both lounge across the couch, sitting on the floor and leaning back on his legs while you watch a movie, him putting a hand on the small of your back while he moves around/behind you, holding onto your hand until you’ve walked out of reach, gently pressing his knuckles into your back while you’re laying on the other side of the bed and facing away from him. likes to be touching you when he can be but in little ways that aren’t super overwhelming (mostly because i feel like you’d both be too fidgety to just cuddle)

– some of your most domestic moments are spent in the kitchen, usually cooking dinner together. it’s light and warm and it feels so much like home that you sometimes find yourself questioning if it’s all real. he’s right there to tell you it is. but back to dinner. he loves cooking for you, and you love cooking for him. it’s all laughter and winding down from work days and gentle hugs and swaying together as he hums for you

SCHLATT

– it’s a little hard to find domestic moments with schlatt off the top of your head, but they’re there when you look for them. they’re quiet, but they’re ever present

– he sleeps a lot, meaning that you usually wake up before him. if he’s sleeping light enough to hear you get up, he’ll roll over, half asleep, wrap his arms around your middle, and pull you back into his chest, mumbling a groggy “ten more minutes, babe. i’ll be up then, jus’ ten more minutes.” it’s never just ten more minutes

– he picks you up and carries you around a lot. not in the typical way. if he thinks you’re working yourself too hard, he’ll grab you from your desk and throw you over his shoulder, dropping you onto the couch and forcing you to watch a movie with him. or you’ll be sleepily making yourself a snack in the kitchen and he’ll grab you from behind, just wrapping his arms around your middle and picking you up. he carries you, complaining and squirming, the whole way to your room and tells you it’s nap time

– you guys have a lot of nap dates. it’s an easy, sweet block of time for you guys to spend together, hazy and together while napping on and off. if one of you wakes up, you get to fondly watch the other nap until you fall asleep again. watch the easy rise and fall of their chest, run a hand through their hair, trace gentle patterns on their skin, play with their fingers, listen to the beating of your heart

– you do the dishes together. you wash and schlatt dries. sometimes you get into towel fights or start flicking water at each other with your fingers

– schlatt follows you out of bed when you get up in the middle of the night. he’d never admit it, but he has a hard time sleeping without you. he hates waking up to a cold bed. so when the clock blinks 3:17 and he feels around to find nothing beside him, even if your side of the bed is still warm, he huffs and gets up. pads through the house with puffy, tired eyes until he finds you. wraps his arms around you from behind and rests his chin on your head. “what are you doin’ outta bed?” he never waits for your response, just starts ushering you back to your room

– really likes seeing you in his clothes, again, not that he would ever admit it. he’ll purposely “forget” to do your laundry so that you have to start wearing his hoodies, tee shirts, sweats, etc. it just gives him the warm fuzzies, seeing you be so comfortable and cozy in his clothes

– hangs on you a lot on days when there’s nothing to do. he’s pretty idle about it, too, kind of like a character accessory. sometimes you just have to go around the house doing your stuff with this big man hanging off of you because you don’t have the heart to tell him to leave you alone for an hour or two to get your work done

#✩; yours truly #mcyt x reader #dsmp x reader #dream smp x reader #ted nivison x reader #slimecicle x reader #charlie slimecicle x reader #schlatt x reader #jschlatt x reader #chuckle sandwich fic #ted nivison fluff #ted nivison headcanons #slimecicle fluff #charlie slimecicle fluff #charlie slimecicle fic #schlatt fluff #jschlatt fluff #chuckle sandwich x reader

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phxntomsdusk · 3 months

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chuckle sandwich!!! It can be romantic or platonic I don’t mind but just some fun with Chuckle Sandwich. Maybe ganging up on a guest for the show in a stupid bit or smth?

Playground insults - Chuckle Sandwich x GN!Reader

summary: just you throwing little kid insults at the boys

warnings: swearing, jschlatt threatening to kill you- (joke of course)

tags: @ax-y10 , @joviepog , @pheliiaa , @idontreallyexistyet , @rqvii , @haunted-headset , @average-vibe , @ivvees-blog , @vibestillaxxx (ask to be added!)

word count: 225

Being on the podcast always ended with chaos, especially today. You had been in a particular mood, dishing random and stupid insults at everyone whenever you got the chance.

“And then he-“ You quickly cut off Schlatt as he was talking, a small smile on your lips. “Who?” He looked at you with a confused expression, about to answer before you spoke again. “Asked.”

Charlie let out an annoyed sigh, sounding like a tired dad as he shook his head and placed it on the table. Ted held back a laugh. And Schlatt looked like he was about to kill you.

“Say that shit again, I’ll put a bullet through your head.” He held up a finger gun, pretending to shoot you. You knew he was only joking (or at least you hoped), but you still put up a scared act.

“Oh, no! Don’t kill me!” You covered your face, before peering through your fingers and laughed to yourself. “Maybe death would be nice.. wouldn’t have to see that thing you call a beard.”

Ted and Charlie looked at you as if you were insane, while Jschlatt got up with an offended expression, stepping off camera and shouted very loudly. “What the fuck?! Who invited them?!”

Ted looked over at him with a raised brow, before clicking his tongue. “You did, Schlatt. You invited them.”

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harvsboy · 2 months

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serenity (ted nivison x gn!reader)

masterlist || hub

a/n; first blurb/fic thingy here!! honestly it started as a blurb but- I guess it's more of a fic? hell if I know. if I have a word count accessible I literally won't count something as complete unless it's at least 1k words (hence why I work out of tumblr drafts cause otherwise I'd never write) requests are OPEN!!!!

summary; reader has a meltdown and ted uses his magic to comfort them <3

cw; vague description of a meltdown, panic, one kiss, fluff!!!! with a mild hurt build up, petnames, painfully short I can't think of it any longer, lowercase intended :3

tags; @riverwritez @titishq @asterjaxx @luv4luci (send an ask to be added!)

having a meltdown and Ted just picking you up and holding you to his chest. you cry and shake but when you're calmed down a bit he sits you closer to his knees and holds your face, thumbs rubbing your cheeks. tears wiped away with one sift motion, a lingering soft kiss to your forehead is placed.

"what happened, hun?" he'll ask, eyebrows drawn together and eyes glancing over the frames of his glasses.

you whimper and hide your face in his shoulder, wanting to disappear and become one with him. he sighs, nose nuzzling into the crook of your neck. soft kisses placed amidst your skin as his hands press on your back; fingertips rubbing over your shirt.

"do you want to talk or a distraction?" you shrug and he gives you a few more moments of silence and affection, feeling your body relax in his hold; the tension dissipates quicker than it came. he asks again, and you answer with distraction.

"good, hunnybunch," he hums, he rocks you side to side in his lap. he hums a soft tune before he reaches over by the coffee table, grabbing the remote in his hand. the TV gets turned on and he sets you beside him, tucked into his side as you calm down a bit more. you glance up at him, chin on his chest as he rubs up and down your back, fingertips circling shapes.

he's scrolling through Netflix, probably on a search for your comfort show, something to distract you and help you stay grounded. things have been rough lately, and he just wants to make things easier on you.

he looked so soft from where you were, serene and comforting. his glasses perched gently on his nose, falling slightly. hair dampened from his shower, but styled in the bit of a swoop he always has. he looks so.. relaxed. you curl up into him, arms wrapped around his middle and leg tossed over his lap. you want to be one with him, and close isn't close enough.

Ted laughs as he feels you press closer to him, "are you okay, my love?" a kiss is placed at the crown of your head, his lips linger and a hum reverberates through you. you sigh, gripping his sides, bunching up the fabric of his shirt in your balled up hands.

you shrug, "better," then press your cheek to his shoulder. his arm wraps around your waist, pulling you closer as he turns on your favorite show; adjusting the volume and pulling a blanket up over you both.

"I love you," a gentle whisper into your hair, and your body relaxes even further. you feel content, and happy, entirely happy with where you lie.

his hand rubs up your back, resting right in the middle of your spine as you reach up, fingertips on his jaw as you bring him into a soft and sweet kiss.

"I love you too."

#aidan writes.#aidan blurbs.#aidan fics.#ted nivison fluff #ted nivison x reader #ted nivison #ted nivison x you #ted nivison x y/n #ted nivison x gn!reader #ted nivison hurt/comfort

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slxtmeri · 10 months

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hello mootie <3

can I have some ted nsfw hc's PLEASE IM SO DOWN BAD FOR THIS MAN AND FOR WHAT

YES YES OFC U CAN LOVE

i am on my knees for him

- HANDS. HANDS. HANDS. how many times can i say it. he loves to choke you, his hand wrapped around your throat does unbelievable things to him.

- loves it when you're on your knees. can't explain it, he just loves having that power over you.

- missionary is his favorite position, with your legs thrown over his shoulders. it feels more intimate to him. cowgirl is a close second.

- normally gives in and lets you come without too much teasing, but he LOVES to overstimulate you. forcing you to take what he's giving you until he runs out of stamina

- don't come at me but. i can't shake the feeling that he'd want to tie you up. hands tied to the headboard of your bed, completely at his mercy.

- this isn't that nsfw but in addition to choking, he likes to grab your jaw and force you to look at him. eye contact would be so intense lord have mercy

#i actually need ted fics so bad #drop some in my inbox pls #MAX <333 #ted nivison smut #ted nivison #ted nivison headcanons #ted nivison x reader #moots!

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catn4pp · 2 months

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Hi Kat, can you please write about maybe Ted giving you his house key <3 like so you can come over whenever

House Keys | Ted x Reader

an: this is such a cute idea !! the trust he has in you UGHH 💔

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It was a brisk autumn evening when Ted nervously fumbled with his house keys, his heart pounding louder than the rustling leaves outside. He stood in front of you, awkward tension palpable in the air as he held out the small silver key.

"Um, so, uh, here," Ted stuttered, offering you his house key. "You can, like, come over whenever. If you want. I mean, only if you want to."

You blinked, taken aback by his sudden offer. Ted was usually confident and easygoing, but tonight he seemed different, almost vulnerable. Your heart fluttered at the thought of being entrusted with something so personal.

"Wow, Ted," you replied, accepting the key with a shy smile. "I'd love to. thank you”

Ted's face lit up with relief, a small grin tugging at the corners of his lips. "Cool, cool," he said, rubbing the back of his neck. "Just, uh, let me know when you want to come by… Or don't. You know, whatever works for you."

As you slipped the key into your pocket, you couldn't help but feel a surge of warmth at the thought of having unrestricted access to Ted's home. It was a gesture that spoke volumes, a silent invitation into his world.

In the following days, you found yourself drawn to Ted's house more often than not, each visit easing the awkward tension between you. Whether it was lounging on his couch watching movies or cooking dinner together in his kitchen, every moment spent in his company felt like a glimpse into something deeper.

Eventually, as the days turned into weeks, the awkward tension melted away, replaced by a newfound comfort and familiarity. Ted's house key became a symbol of trust and affection, a silent promise of endless possibilities.

And as you stood in Ted's kitchen one evening, sharing a laugh over a burnt batch of cookies, you realized that you had found something truly special—a connection that transcended words, sealed with a simple key.

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#katt’s fics #chuckle sandwich #chuckle sandwhich x reader #ted nivision x reader #ted nivison fluff

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writingduhh · 6 months

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Chuckle Sandwich || Shopping With Him (HC)

I had this idea while talking to my absolute bestie babe @lvrj4mie 😩 ILYSM

Im also taking requests or just any suggestions or ideas!! Thanks for reading!

❥ Jschlatt:

▷ Would rather die than go shopping… He only goes because he loves you.

▷ Holds all your bags and items you pick.

▷ Definitely will pull some skimpy or revealing clothing off the clothing rack, suggesting you try it on for him.

▷ Trying to encourage him to get outside his comfort zone (Only wearing shorts and sweatshirts 😭)

▷ After some time passes he actually begins to enjoy himself. Well, he enjoys spending quality time with you.

▷ I can see him sharing random yet entertaining stories with you as you walk around from store to store.

▷ He absolutely insists on treating you to at least one thing. Whether it’s a new pair of pants, some new shoes, or even just a pretzel from the cafeteria.

▷ Having to stop his impulse buying of stupid or useless things.

“Y/n look!” Schlatts voice calls, catching the attention of a passersby or two.

“Shh. What is it?” You playfully hush, walking over to where he stood, investigating the shelves.

Suddenly he pulled out the most ridiculous looking monkey replica (the golden ball monkey lmao

“What is THAT?!”

“It’s a beautiful golden balled monkey.” He grins, happily showing off his find.

Together you both shared a laugh. Assuming he’d put the item down you began to walk over to the next shop. To your surprise he didn’t follow you. Turning around you saw him motioning towards the register as he stood in kind.

“Jay, what are you doing? That’s expensive for such a silly thing.”

“Don’t worry y/n, we’re rich!” He jokingly responds (he would say this)

“Schlatt, are you seriously going to buy it? What are you going to do with it?”

“I’ll take him everywhere with me! I’ll tuck him into bed and kiss him goodnight.” He excitedly explains.

You can’t help but smile as you let out a small sigh.

“If you really want it, go for it.”

▷ He definitely makes sure you stop at the cafeteria for some lunch or just to taste test some snacks.

❥ Ted:

▷ Such a gentleman. He holds all the doors open for you, holds your bags, offers to pay (even though you politely refuse)

▷ He’s Low-key quite fashionable. He’d be helping you pick out trendy clothes and even help you put together cute outfits

▷ Always suggesting things for you to try on. He loves to see you happy and confident in the new clothes.

▷ Enjoys trying things on himself as well. He’d definitely throw in a crazy outfit just to get your reaction.

▷ Definitely takes this opportunity to use the Photo Booth or at least get some cute and funny pictures with the two of you

▷ I can honestly see him being the type who enjoys people watching.

▷ You sit in the cafeteria together sharing some food as you watch people walk past, making up little stories about their lives.

“Ok ok, what about him?” Ted questions, motioning towards the passerby.

“Uh, I think he is currently in a big fight with his partner. He’s definitely trying to find them a gift or something… I’m not very good at the game. You go. ” You reply.

“I thought it was a great story. Hmm ok that dude right there. He’s actually undercover right now. He’s an fbi agent called… 770. There is a huge heist going on right now in the store below us.” He seriously remarks.

“Why are you so good at this game.” You playfully sigh.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get it eventually.” He chuckles, placing a kiss in the back of your hand.

▷ Makes you do a try on haul the second you get home, mixing and mating every possible outfit

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rabbitsrams · 2 months

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soft dom ted smut, celebrating a birthday? a milestone? streamer award win? anything just celebratory sex

YESSS NONIE i love this!! my birthday is in three weeks so it will be bday theme hehe

nsfw under the cut, minors dni!! 18+ only.

teddy is absolutely the kind of guy to surprise you on your birthday. sprinkles rose petals all over the house leading to the bedroom where he's lying on the bed in nothing but boxers.

"lemme take care of you, angel. it is your birthday after all."

takes your clothes off for you, touches you all over. wants to make you feel sooo good <3

kisses all over you and takes note of your favorite spots, making sure to give more attention to those spots.

"yeah, you like that?"

gives you soul-sucking head im so serious

i think i've said this before but ted seems like the king of pussy eating like he is sooo attentive and gets all the right spots and stuff like omg. eats you out like it's his last meal (also bonus his glasses fog up after being between your legs)

as for partners w/ a cock it's the same!! worships ur dick smmmm <3

goes for as many rounds as you want, ik u said soft dom but ted is also def a service dom as well <3 mans lives to make u feel good especially on your birthday

makes sure you come before he does

PRAISES YOU SOOOOO MUCH, (EVEN MORE THAN NORMAL)

"you're so pretty bouncing on my cock."

"that-a-girl/boy... make yourself feel good f'me."

"good girl/boy" (sooo much of that omfg i need)

and of course, aftercare is the sweetest <3 draws you a bath with your favorite salts/scents/bath bomb/etc.

birthday sex with ted is your fav birthday gift <333

#ted nivison x reader #ted nivision smut #ted nivison fanfic #ted nivison imagine #ted nivison fic #ted nivison x you #ted nivison x y/n #ted nivison fanfiction

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schlatt-love-bot · 2 months

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Chuckle Diner (Prologue)

so, i've been a little influenced by my current obsession with bistro huddy on tiktok as well as a few ideas i've seen floating around here on tumblr of executive chef!schlatt x hostess!reader, and thus chuckle diner was born. this is simply the prologue—the first chapter i'm hoping to post some time this weekend!! enjoy, and let me know your thoughts below~

Moving to a new city was never easy, especially when you just up and left your old life behind. Fresh starts were exciting to you—you enjoy the thrill of meeting new people, making new connections, and the idea of starting over again—but no one warned you before you left your small town two states over how hard it would be to adjust to life when you had little to no money left in your savings.

“I don’t know, man. I just thought things would click for me when I left home. I thought the puzzle pieces would start fitting into place, that life would get easier.” You sighed, sipping the last few drops of your drink before putting the empty glass back on the bar and turning to the patron beside you.

“Well, I think you’re just not putting in the effort to make things better. Have you even considered starting to look for any jobs around here, (Y/N)? I can’t keep supplying you with free drinks forever.” Charlie let out a chuckle before signaling to the bar tender to serve you both one more drink and then to give him his tab. Charlie was one of the first people you met in this small town, at this exact bar where you two sat now. He was one of the only people in the place to go out of his way to talk to you—and not just outright flirt with you like the other fine specimens in the joint had done. Needless to say the two of you hit it off, and you’ve made a pact with him to meet at the bar at least once a week to check in and see how one another is doing.

“Well…I haven’t exactly started…it’s just hard! I’m not really qualified for much, I just barely graduated high school, and I never went off to college…” Your voice trailed off, while Charlie shook his head.

“You know, this diner down the way is actually looking to hire, I’m a regular there since a couple of my other friends work there. Maybe you can apply there!” He says, a glimmer of hope in his eyes as you take a moment to consider his proposal.

“A diner Charlie? Really? I’m not fit to be in the kitchen, and I’m not the most coordinated person in the world so being a server is definitely out.” You said, looking at him with disappointment.

“Good thing for you the position they're looking to fill is for a hostess, and they’re in desperate need. Swing by tomorrow morning and I can guarantee you’ll be getting yourself a job.” He says, finding a pen and a scrap piece of paper on the edge of the bar to write down the location of this diner before sliding it over to you, finishing his drink, and leaving you to ponder.

Chuckle Diner, you read in your mind. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to give it a chance in the morning.

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prologue complete! let me know what y'all think!! i'm really excited about the potential this series has!

#schlatt #jschlatt #jschlatt x reader #schlatt x reader #jschlatt x you #schlatt fanfic #schlatt fic #schlatt x y/n #schlatt x you #jschlatt x y/n #chuckle sandwich #chuckle sandwich x reader #charlie slimecicle #ted nivison #ted nivision x reader

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cynicaltirade · 8 months

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pretty please more ted plushophilia but inside it. your writing is so good. love love love. -🍒

:33 < For you 🍒 anon, as my first anon, anything! Words can not ever express the amount of joy writing Ted brings me. Fair warning - this one is dark in tone but not in actual subject matter, but there are trigger warnings so please check those out. To skip anything included in the TW, please skip to paragraph 13!

:33 < I think it shows that I'm more use to writing SFW slow burns rather then smut lmfaooo. Anyways, I tried my best and that's all that matters!!!

How to sleep 202 (Plushophiliac Ted Nivison ep 2)

:33 < Part 1 - not a mandatory read to understand, but if you want full context, check it out!

NSFW UNDER THE CUT, MINORS DNI

TW: Addiction themes, relapse themes, and a slight paranoia mention. There is no actual addiction or relapse, but it can be read that way. None are romanticized or glorified, but the author straight up just doesn't know how to write someone feeling guilty over doing something they said they wouldn't do again without it sounding like an addiction/relapse.

Contains: Plushophilia (attraction to plushies), corruption themes, the usage of "violating" but only once, shame, gooning themes, lots of shameful feelings, probably inaccurate feelings of polyester but author doesn't care

Word count: 1,450 exact!

Once again, this is the "muse" of this work!!!

It had been a couple weeks since the initial "incident". Ted wasn't exactly proud of himself for stooping so low as to fuck a stuffed animal, but the memory of how amazing it felt still haunted him. He had done some research on the topic now though, turns out it's actually a decently common paraphilia. Still, He didn't want to go down that rabbit hole. There was too much shame and, further more, what would he even do if someone somehow found out?

Maybe though, maybe it would be ok if Ted just watched plushophilia porn. It didn't feel nearly as violating to watch other people fuck stuffed animals then to do it himself. Despite living alone, he decided to lock his bedroom door and close his blinds. Maybe he was just being paranoid, but then again you could never be too safe when hiding disgraceful porn habits.

Feeling as though his privacy was secure, Ted sat down at his computer and got onto the plushophilia subreddit. It only took him a few minutes of scrolling before he was rooting around in his black pajama shorts for his dick. There were just so many utterly fascinating ways people expanded on the base desire to fuck their plushies. Some folk would cut holes in the bottoms and occasionally mouths of their plushies. Other people would even going as far as to put flesh lights in the hole, or put a strap on their plush. Both seemed so trivially easy to accomplish and like they could feel simply divine...

Still though, his ego and pride couldn't afford to fuck a plush again. No matter how nice the mental image of the plush's fur getting slicked down with precum, or how amazing it would feel to fuck into the plush like his life depended on it. No, Ted needed to just settle to porn. Although, nothing was stopping him from having "Mr Buns", as he had so affectionately named his stuffed rabbit you had given him, from watching. Just watching though. He shouldn't... no he couldn't do anything to Mr Buns, the guilt would be too immense.

Thank god the bookshelf where Ted kept Mr. Buns was just a short reach away from his computer desk, he really wasn't in the mood to get up and walk with a semihard on that he was nursing into a full erection. He went through video after video of people griding on their plushies, each one strengthening his longing to feel the soft silky fur of Mr buns again. He really shouldn't... he... hm... maybe just rutting against the plush wouldn't be too terrible, but he wouldn't make a hole.

With a deep sigh, Ted pulled the stuffed rabbit into his lap and awkwardly positioned it just over his crotch. He felt disgusted that his cock was already springing to life more so then it had when he had started. Regardless, he pushed past the feeling of shame and pulled his pants down fully. He lined his cock up with the space between the rabbit's thighs and began pushing between the once again soft fluffy fur. Thank god he had cleaned it after his last "one night stand" with it, this would feel horrible otherwise.

There it was again, that immediate jolt of pleasure shooting up his spine as soon as the fur brushed along his cock and down his stomach. Yeah, this is ok. It's ok to rub you cock against a stuffed toy that a close friend gave to you. The thought made him blush, knowing you would be utterly disgusted with him if you caught him doing this. He could ignore that for now though. One last time jerking himself off with Mr Buns, that's it. That's all he'd allow himself.

Oh, but the feeling of the fur enveloping him felt oh so nice. He rutted into the plush again, continuously fucking just the head of his cock between it's thighs since that felt the most stimulating. It didn't take long before that comforting fuzzy fog he felt last time was returning to his mind. It made the shame of the whole situation so oddly hot once again, and he sure as fuck wasn't complaining. It was so easy to slide his dick between the thighs of the stuffed rabbit over and over. It was so easy to let the weirdness of his interest go and just enjoy the feelings. It was so addicting to let his dick do all the thinking while his mind floated back into that hypnotizingly pleasant pool of pleasure. He could just turn his mind off, grind into the plush, and not even worry about how embarrassing his whines of bliss were.

There was something so sweetly overwhelming about watching others fuck their plushies while he fucked his. Still though, it made him wish for more. It felt so tantalizing to reach down between the stuffed rabbit's legs and rub along the seam. Knowing there was something so soft and untouched just inside... but he really shouldn't. Ted shouldn't ruin a gift from his friend like that. Although... if he kept Mr buns under his bed, no one would see it and therefore no one could judge him!

Yeah, yeah that's right! He was just cock drunk and wanted a hole to fuck. It wasn't because it was a stuffed animal that he was fucking that he was getting off to, no it was just a sex toy hole to fuck that's it. That's it, that's all. This is ok. He reached down and opened the drawer of his desk and rooted around for his scissors. Ted hesitated for a moment though as he was about to snip a hole between the legs of the stuffed rabbit. It was too late at this point, he might as well get it over with.

Snip

Just like that, Ted was forever differentiated from the majority of humanity. He was one of the vast minority who actually modified a stuffed animal to be fucked. At this point though, with how foggy and heavy his mind was, he didn't care. Swiftly, he rooted around his desk looking for a condom to keep the stuffing from getting in his urethra. Thank god he found one.

Ted's cheeks burned a bright red as he struggled to roll the condom on from how shaky his hands were in that moment. It wasn't his fault that his nerves were getting to him even when he was cock drunk! He felt so... naughty, dirty, improper... but all in the best way possible if that makes sense? Oh the feelings were all too confusing!

To keep his thoughts from spiraling any further, Ted grabbed the stuffed rabbit like a flesh light and quickly lined his cock up with the hole he had just snipped between the stuffed rabbit's back legs right under the tail. Without giving himself the chance for a second chance, he pushed himself into the slim tight hole and it was heaven. The soft fluffy polyester filling felt so silky smooth and thick around his cock. The feeling alone was enough to tear a groan from Ted as he bottomed out in the plush. Shame burned on his cheeks as he shuddered.

It only took him a moment to recollect himself before he started thrusting into the plush. Feeling the stuffing move to make room for him, watching the bulge form in it's little stomach every time he bottomed out, the way it fit so perfectly in his grasp... the memory was already burning its self into his mind. The fact he use to think just rutting against the fur was heavenly was idiotic compared to the reality of this.

He persisted in his purrsuit for pleasure. His cock disappearing deep into the soft fluffy stuffing being a memory that would permanently seared into his memory. Little bits and pieces of stuffing came out with each withdrawl, most getting stuck in Ted's pubes or even on the stuffed animal's fur. Still, that was no reason to pause. He was right on the edge and he sure as hell wasn't going to be edging himself away from it this time. He wanted to stuff mr buns and he wanted to stuff him NOW.

With that being said, it didn't take long before Ted's cock was throbbing through each burst of cum spewing from it. His mind blanked, vision almost going white as he clung tightly to the rabbit from how hard he came. It didn't cross his mind at first that wearing a condom would make clean up much easier then last time, but as he was coming down from his high, he was quite thankful.

:33 < Ok, so this ended up being a lot more heavy then even I was expecting. This is my lesson not to write porn when listening to my everyday playlist I guess! little secret: there is a second scrapped version that had a lot more religious guilt built into it but i decided to scrap. TBH, I probably won't be writing any more plushophilia fics for a bit since I truthfully struggled a lot to write this one haha. I may, MAY, do a rewrite of this later to make it lighter in tone/sound less like a relapse story. Please let me know if you would be interested in it!

:33 < Feel free to send in more requests for fanfics, head cannons, drabbles, ext! I love writing about the chuckle sammy guys, genuinely and truly. Honestly, my goal for this tumblr blog is to provide a space to talk about LEGAL (emphasizing legal because some of y'all are creepy) weird/uncommon/obscure kinks/fetishes!!! I'm willing to at least hear about/research most anything.

:33 < Dividers Credit: @cafekitsune

#ted nivison #ted nivison smut #smut #smut fic #fanfic #asks #🍒 anon #anon request #addiction tw #addiction themes #relapse tw #relapse themes #content warnings #plushophilia #corruption #shame #cathartic writing

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