My name's Charlie. And I've lost my mind essentially... 29/F /TAKEN no Neeson Don't be a kid and don't be mean and you can stay "Oh, you can't help that," said the Cat: "we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad." "How do you know I'm mad?" said Alice. "You must be," said the Cat, "or you wouldn't have come here."
My pit of filth. Tumblr vet. Relish in my collection.
Under the cut are some scrawlings I've done and do from time to time. Gross and not gross...You'll see.
I post updates on works in the author notes bc if you care about my writing you won't die having to read the top of the post to know when the next read is coming or not.
Otherwise, enjoy.
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Charlie
Gross
Chosen On the High Holy Days
Who Needs Friends When You Have Me
Hold It
Work For Home
Dinner Party Pop
Tummy Roulette
Oh To Be An Egg Slut
Futa Egg Short
Pino's Wizard Shoppe for Magic and Creatures
Chickens In Dresses
Filling Up In For Friends: A One Shot
Hedonistic Train Trip
Oh 2 Be An Egg Slut || A Short
EggSetter Breeding
Heatwaves In The Middle of June
Not Gross
Two Bs In A Pod
Greedy Princess
My Brain Went Splat
My Brain Went Splat 2: Electric Boogaloo
My Brain Went Splat 3: More Than You Can Chew, Nothing You Can't Handle
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Decided to incubate my large egg at work today but by about 10am I had to re-position it, which meant quietly pushing it out in the bathroom and re-inserting it
And then I had to go back to my desk and pretend I wasn't extraordinarily horny and trying to not grind on my desk chair
Eggs that dont come out all at once are underutilized. Being mid conversation and your mind going blank as you push a few out. Sitting on a couch and suddenly youre struggling with a big one against the zipper of your pants. How embarassing it would be to abruptly double over and send an unusually large round of eggs down your legs in public. Phone conversations interrupted with the sound of moaning and squelching for a few minutes. Squeezing your partners dick out of you and spitting a few eggs onto it and its a few minutes before you can relax enough to try again. Waking up on top a slippery heap because you cant even stop laying while you sleep.
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helloooo i really love your writing!! would love to read a masochistic transmasc reader x tentacle monster with a lot of fear/punishment dynamics (maybe he's an adventurer who wandered someone he shouldn't have) and heavy on the breeding kink, no hole goes unbred 🙏💞
A/N: I went as far as I was comfortable with, I hope that’s good enough. Huge thanks to @teratopup for helping me out with this one. Enjoy!
Pleasure. Pleasure. Pleasure.
Mimic x transmasc!reader || overstimulation, breeding kink, tentacles, dubcon, (light) masochism, sexpollen, double penetration (implied), anal sex (implied)
When you walk into the treasure cave, you don’t expect to find anything. It’s just an old tale, there’s no way there’s really a treasure so good it made people go mad over it multiple times. There’s simply no way. That’s why you let out a gasp of surprise when you see the big chest in the middle of the room, unopened and surrounded by gold coins that are shiny enough to reflect your face. You rush through the cave, your footsteps echoing in the ceilings as you kneel in front of the chest, hands fumbling to open it.
Your scream is deafening when the chest opens and there’s a mouth inside. Big mouth surrounded by tentacles and sharp teeth that look threatening enough for you to run away. But you don’t get far, tentacles catching your middle and bringing you close to the chest. You know you should be scared, but a part of you feels a rush of arousal so deep it knocks you off your feet. You lowkey want this. You want to be dominated like this, by this… this… this creature. So when you feel a pin-prick in the back of your neck, and suddenly everything feels different, you don’t fight against it. You embrace it. You embrace the way the tentacles feel against your skin, the harsh grip turning pleasurable as your brain mixes pain and pleasure.
You can see your skin getting red, you can understand that he’s inflicting some kind of pain, but the fact that you can’t feel it, not really, is sending you into an uncanny valley vibe that makes your body shiver with something not quite like fear, but close. Your body rocks against his tentacles, shivering in pleasure as it bites and touches all over, some light bruises already forming, but instead of pain, you can only feel pleasure.
Pleasure so intense and big it passes through your body like an earthquake.
You can’t do anything but to hold on for dear life as he plays with your body and starts probing each one of your holes. Your throat feels raw because of the pleasure screaming, and the second his tentacles start breaching into your holes, your eyes roll back into your head, drool dripping from your chin as incommensurable pleasure filters through every one of your cells until you are nothing but a bundle of overexcited nerves that can only feel pleasure.
Pleasure.
Pleasure.
So much of it’s almost painful, as if whatever he did to you is rewiring your brain and making you feel everything all at once… And you can’t get enough. You are sobbing and squirming, but the mimic only gives you a hint of freedom before he’s fucking into your holes again. You can barely breathe, but it’s so good you don’t feel worried anymore.
The lightest of touches feels like the edge of orgasm, which makes you feel like it can’t be true. This can’t feel so good, can it? What did he do to you? Do you even care as another orgasm rips through your body? The answer is clearly not. In the back of your mind, you wonder what will happen if this continues, what will happen if he continues fucking you so good you can’t even feel the pain of it? But you don’t give that voice any more thought as another wave of pleasure rocks your body.
It continues like that for who knows how long, being stretched, pinched, fucked… Filled completely. You are a mess of sobbing, pleasure so good it feels like pain, and so many fluids you don’t know which ones are yours and which aren’t. You don’t care, though.
When he pulls back from your overfilled holes, you understand all those who turned mad right here. You’d do anything to feel him again.
Even lefties I know will eventually concede to some situation where they think it’s right to force someone to carry a child against their will as if that’s not one of the most inhumane and cruel situations to put someone in regardless of any other factors
The thing you need to understand about consent, is that children need to be understood as capable of consent. This is not about letting adults have sex with children.
You need to do this for children's sake, to give them the agency they need to traverse life, otherwise you will end up being abusive to the children around you.
This is something you must understand. The inability to consent cannot exist without its natural conclusion, the inability to revoke consent. They are both part of the same system, because they both stem from the same root, of the child as something unable to decide for itself.
Consent is not just about sex! I hope we all recognize this, but consent is about the ability to choose what happens with our own body — with the clothes we wear and how we are dressed, with the food we eat and who chooses it, with the medical care we receive and who practices it, and countless more moments of personal freedom.
If you cannot ask a child, for example, if they're okay with having the doctor touch them for their medical checkup, you will either Never be able to touch the child (something that, in practice, is never the case) or you will end up violating their boundaries.
Beyond that, the idea of children as unable to consent is foundational to the removal of agency and boundaries from children. Because a child cannot consent, and because there are cases where that child must be touched (for a very stark example, grabbing a child about to walk on a car-filled road, or otherwise, the needs of medical examination), we create a world where that child's boundaries are managed by the adults around them. Where and how the child can be touched is up to their family, or any authority figure present.
This is altogether bad! Children need to be understood as able to say when they do not want to be touched, for this reason. Because children are understood as unable to say yes, they are not listened when they say no. This goes from silly things, like the food they eat, the things they choose to wear, to important things.
Furthermore, then, in the realm of sexuality, it is plainly obvious that this framework of children as unable to consent is abusive by design. A child, because it, as it's parent's property, is unable to say yes, because that consent is offloaded to their authority figures, cannot be allowed to say no. This framework then does not prevent CSA, but is rather the thing that creates it!
Think about the way spanking (something understood as a form of CSA) is so common, so acceptable. This is because the boundaries of a child are treated as secondary to the parent's authority. In the same way, the way parents do not ask before stripping their kid, before touching them.
The class of child is vague and vast, but we need to let them express their ability to consent, to say whether they want things or not, or we WILL enable and create abuse.
You may ask yourself, if children can consent, then does getting rid of the aforementioned framework mean accepting that children should have sex with adults? To which, as I have said earlier, of course not. No matter the framework, it is true that adults will have power over those younger, those still discovering the world. It is our responsibility to understand that power exists, and it is your responsibility to understand that i am not advocating for child-adult relationships.
If you teach your child that the only person allowed to make decisions for them are adults, then that understanding will carry through onto all aspects of the child's life, including one's where you want your child to say no.
And in the alternative, if you teach your child that independent thought is forbidden, that thought won't stop. All you're doing is teaching your child to hide their independent actions from you. And so, if those actions expose that child to something dangerous or harmful, that child isn't going to go to you for support, they're going to hide it so that you don't punish them.
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god i wish aphrodisiacs worked the way they do in fanfiction. fuck or die/sex pollen stuff is insanely hot to me. like, yes, please, get so horny your mind breaks a little and you fuck me for hours without a break, cumming in me over and over before it clears your system. maybe you feel kind of bad after and clean me up and snuggle me, but i'm secretly thinking of where i can find more of that stuff so that you do it again. shame it doesn't work like that :/