#chuckle sandwich fanfic

[teddynivvy]

reader LOVES to be a passenger princess for Ted

and she uses it as an advantage sometimes to be a lil brat

(nsfw btw)

sorry for taking forever to get to this!! but YES i love this prompt hehe (very mild nsfw under the cut i hope that’s ok, gn!reader)

ted is def the type to want to drive you everywhere. like to work, school, wherever, he just liked to drive with you

his broad palm atop your thigh, rubbing circles into it and talking aimlessly about what’s on his mind

you were literally always in his passenger seat, just listening to your favourite playlists

on a particular day when you’re getting driven by him to an event, you’d been teasing him all day and generally being bratty

your hand was resting on the back of his neck, playing with the soft fluffy strands of hair there and wrapping them around your fingers

then your hand would come down to cup his shoulder and trace your finger along his jaw, feeling his soft skin and stubble

you were in standstill traffic, so you were trapped together for however long until it cleared

so you had the fun idea to unbutton his pants and slip your hand down the front to cup him

a sharp inhale, and a knowing look from him

“y/n, what are you doing?!”

“watch the road,” you’d laugh, a little wicked smile on your lips as you rubbed the front of his boxers and felt him get harder under your touch

“stop,” he’d wiggle under your touch, and you’d start to pull away

“you don’t really want me to stop, do you teddy?”

he sighed in defeat, letting your hand come back down and rub him to keep getting him harder to tease him

“wish there wasn’t all these cars around,” you got close to his ear, hand dipping into his boxers and taking his length in your hand

“i’d take you right here, suck you in the front seat.”

he gulped at the way your lips felt on the shell of his ear, hand gripping the steering wheel

“take your big fucking cock in my mouth, make it all nice and wet for you,” you teased, as he ever so slightly fucked into your fist

“i bet you’d like that, huh? in front of all these people?” you could feel him, rock hard in your fist as he pathetically moaned your name

just as you were feeling him start to get worked up, the traffic started to clear up and move, so you were forced to sit back in your seat

he winced at the loss of contact, stuffing himself back into his pants before moving forward

cheeks flushed, pushing his glasses back onto his face and taking deep breaths to calm himself down

“too bad, maybe next time.”

he shook his head, giving you a knowing smirk

“you’re so mean, i’m gonna get you back for that”

#ted nivision x reader #ted nivison x you #ted nivison fanfic #ted nivison x y/n #chuckle sandwich x reader #chuckle sandwich fanfiction #chuckle sandwich fanfic #nat writes #ted nivison smut

[ohworm-writes]

▬ LOVERS ROCK PT. 1 ▬

Pairing: Jschlatt x Gn!Reader

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Minimal cursing

Synopsis: Fall is in full swing in you and your boyfriend’s shared home. So, that means some baking is in order, yes?

Word Count: 1.3k

Author’s Note: Miss me? Here’s a little something to give you a taste. I’m back.

“So, do I do it like… this?”

You take a glance at your boyfriend from your peripheral, watching as he carefully presses his palms against the butter, shortening, flour and salt mixture in the bowl. None of the ingredients are combined as yet, mind you, not even the flour and salt, but you don’t have the heart to tell him his mistake as he gives you the softest, most concerned voice you’ve ever heard on him.

Schlatt looks over in your direction, hands stilling as he continues to wait for your response. He’s met with wide eyes and a quick nod, which is enough of an incentive as any to continue his ministrations. He gently, yet effectively, works his hands into the bowl, gripping and grabbing on to the dry ingredients and turning them over in his palms, mixing them all together as best he can. 

A smile graces your lips as you watch him work at it, the beige ingredients forming a coarse meal like texture. For now, this is exactly the step you need to be at. You wouldn’t want him to overwork the ingredients, now, would you? Placing a hand on Schlatt’s forearm, he immediately stills and, once again meeting your gaze, swipes his hands against one another to rid himself of it. 

“Okay, so now it says we need to add our water. But don’t add it all at once! It says we should go in one tablespoon at a time and mix until it’s all incorporated smoothly. It also says we need to add ice to the water which is… strange, but we still only need that half a cup. Does that make sense?”

“Nope”

“Perfect.”

Wiping your hands with a clean rag, you open the cupboard, taking out a measuring cup as you do so and adding half a cup of water, along with a few ice cubes. Schlatt takes it upon himself to walk over to the sink and clean his hands off, scrubbing extra carefully in spots where he can still feel the butter coating his hands. 

You, on the other hand, are much too preoccupied with your tasks of mixing the ice cubes around in the water to focus on what your boyfriend is doing (he’s pulling up his phone to play some music for you guys to bake to, just so you know). Glancing over at the recipe, you pour out any excess water or ice cubes that go over the one half mark and begin, very slowly, incorporating your wet ingredients with your dry. It’s not all that entertaining of a process, but you still keep full attention on what you’re doing. 

The mixture is already almost at the consistency you want it when you pour the last of the water in, save for half a teaspoon (if that) you decided you didn’t need. You transfer the blend from its previous home of a ceramic bowl to a nice, floured cutting board. The surface did need to be floured, right?

“Jay?”

“What’s up?”

“Can you read this back to me? These instructions don’t make sense.”

He’d been leaning against the sink, only a few feet away from you, when you asked for his help. He’d never say nor show it, but he really does like it when he can be of help to you. That’s only half the reason he proposed you bake something as the fall season makes itself comfortable in your home. The pumpkins and candles he so adamantly shoved into your shopping cart a few weeks back, the multitude of cooking ingredients he came home with the other day and— just the promise of being overly domestic, much like he is now, is one he’d been looking forward to.

Like now, when he presses a hand against the small of your back as he reaches over you to grab your phone. He knows the way the feeling of his icy hands make a shiver run up your spine and the way a small smile graces your stunning face with it. He knows the ins and outs of you, he does, and that’s exactly the reason he cherishes moments like these so much.

“Uhm—okay, yeah. You got flour on your hands?” A nod. “Good. Alright, so it says to fold the dough in on itself until it becomes, well—dough. ‘Til it's incorporated, at least. If it’s too dry, a lil’ more water and if it’s too sticky, a lil’ more flour. Make sense?”

You nod once more, doing what he says as the dough gets to the consistency you want it. 

“Now, ‘says you need to roll it up into a ball and half it—did we make more than we needed?”

“Maybe…? ‘Dunno, I followed the recipe to a tee, so maybe that’s just what it was goin’ for.”

“Whatever. Flatten it a ‘lil more ‘till it’s about… wait. Yeah, perfect. ‘Says we should wrap it in plastic and let it sit in the fridge for two hours at least. We can work it out afterwards.”

It doesn’t even take you five minutes to follow his directions, wrapping up the dough and playing it on an empty shelf in the fridge. Washing your hands under warm water, you let your body slump down a bit. You’ve been at this for nearly an hour already, having already finished making the filling (thank the gods).

You shake your hands dry, turning to find Schlatt, who's chosen to scroll through his own phone now instead of yours, and making your way over to him. He’s laying down on the couch in the living room, which is conveniently right next to the open kitchen you’ve become accustomed to these past few hours. He looks so comfortable as you look at him, your pace slowing in order to appreciate the sight in front of you.

In all honesty, you rarely see him like this— much less get moments like these. One of his hands is at the back of his neck, holding his head up enough so he can see the screen of his phone but also in a position where he’s comfortable and can lay back as far as he is. His entire body is placed so lazily over the cushions of the sofa with one of his legs on the couch whilst the other begins to slowly fall off the side of it. He looks ethereal. 

As you approach, he looks up from his phone up at you, and you watch as his body and posture shift slightly. Not enough, mind you, to not be in a comfortable state, but just enough so you can slot yourself against his body in a position that simply belongs. It’s akin to two puzzle pieces matching with one another, you note, as you move to lie against him.

You let your hands move to his chest, placing one under your head and the other further up, reaching toward his collarbones and neck, you note. The rest of your body falls onto his sternum and the area of the couch he moved his legs so you could lie down. He brings up a hand of his, the one that was previously behind his head, to rest on your shoulder, swiping his thumb across it every so often as you shift into a more comfortable position.

Once you find that position, your body positively melts. He’s so warm, and the couch is so comfy and the entire house smells sweet. All of it—it’s intoxicating. 

Letting out a slow, shallow breath, you breathe in deeply and allow your eyes to close, smiling.

…

“You know, since we have a whole two hours to wait before we can even play with the dough, so why don’t we..”

He quickly shoves his hands, which are ice cold mind you (you don’t even know how his hands got to being that cold), but with the way you jump three feet out of your skin, you can tell they are fucking cold.

God dammit. 

You’re so in love with him.

#jschlatt x reader #jschlatt x y/n #jschlatt x you #schlatt x reader #schlatt x you #schlatt x y/n #chuckle sandwich x reader #chuckle sandwich x you #chuckle sandwich x y/n #mcyt x you #mcyt x reader #mcyt x y/n #mcyt fanfic #chuckle sandwich fanfic #jschlatt fanfic #schlatt fanfic #You guys miss me? #Please tell me you did. #Love ya <3

[sillybabybear]

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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[renranram]

Maid dress

nsfw!!

schlatt jerking off to reader while she's streaming, obvi inspired when j bought wenston some maid outfits and people were calling him his sugar daddy lols

a/n ; 886 words :)

reader flaunts herself at the camera, spinning whilst she tries on the maid outfit schlatt had bought her, " chat, do i look pretty? " she smiles as she assembles the outfit

meanwhile schlatt was on the call with her, eyes immensely focused on her live stream, " jesus fuck, you look worse " he mutters as reader glares at him through the camera

" well, you bought this for me, so maybe it's not me who's the problem " she rolls her eyes at him as schlatt chuckles, not taking his eyes off his screen once

the two had been close friends for over a year now, meeting through, shamefully, the dsmp, the duo are very different ccs on their own, reader being more into makeup and gaming whilst schlatt's varies

ever since they first met on the server the two just sparked a connection, coming off as frenemies for the public, a banter of theirs but exactly off camera, it was a whole different story

schlatt is reader's sugar daddy

at first reader would just joke about being broke, " oh my fucking godd it's so pretty but i dont wanna waste my money ", " that's so fucking expensive ", " okay im broke " until schlatt got tired and actually offered her to be her sugar daddy

at first reader thought it was a joke, a silly new banter for them but nope!, every week, new parcels would arrive on the streamer's doorstep with small notes, but chat doesn't know that, chat doesn't need to know that

" fine, ill get you a new one done " he mumbles, as he scrolls through amazon, " anime french maid apron lolita fancy dress cosplay costume furry cat ear gloves socks set " he reads out the title causing reader to chuckle as they wear the stockings for the uniform

" oh it comes in pink " he added as reader smiles, " i like pink " she replies as schlatt scoffs, " of course you do "

as the girl sits down on her bed to wear the stockings, schlatt's eyes linger down on her bare thighs, enjoying the view as he leans back on his chair

" do you need something else too? " he mutters as reader gasps, " oh my gosh! you should buy me that uhm... blaire doll thing " she smiles as schlatt shakes his head, " blaire doll thing? " he repeats her, " the fuck is that? "

reader tries to wear the collar to complete the look, " it's like a doll! " she states as she grabs her phone to show off the picture

" that's an ugly looking doll " he mutters, as he gulps, looking down at his now hard on, unironically finding reader in a whole cat maid dress... hot

" more uglier than you are " she retorts as he chuckles, " guess no more doll for you then " schlatt replies, shrugging as reader gasps, now pouting

" im kiddingggg pleaseee buy me one? " she pleads looking at the camera as her live chat speeds up, " .. fuck.. " he groans out, not loud enough for his mic to pick up, him slowly sliding in his hand inside his shorts

" please please please " she continues, as she reads off the chat, " please jschlatt senpai " she bursts out laughing, mentally cringing as schlatt chuckles, " ..fine "

" yay! chat! we fucking wonnn! " she celebrates as she jumps around the frame, clasping her hands together, " we're the best at this shit " she shrugs, smug, unaware that the man she's in a call with is already jerking off to her

" reader.., think im gonna mute for a sec, gotta do something " he mumbles as reader nods, understanding, " bet, im gonna talk with chat for a bit " she smiles, as schlatt immediately mutes himself

" fuck.. what a fucking whore.. i didn't actually think she'd do a stream " schlatt chuckles, amused as he palms himself, as reader did what she said, interacting with her audience

" what a pretty slut holy shit " he chuckles, clearly amused as he bites his lip, his rough hand playing with his dick

" chat i look so pretty right? " reader asks, fixing her hair as chat spams yes, " you damn sure are " he mumbles, as he grabs the base of his cock, using his saliva for lube

" ah fuck, fucking.. so fucking pretty " he breathes out, his body shuddering slightly as he jerks himself off, his eyes never leaving her

" fuck.. fuck.. " schlatt throws his head back as he leans back on his chair, fastening his pace, " stupid fucking whore.. "

he moans out, lifting his shirt up, as he continues to palm himself at the sight of her, he's never gonna buy her those stupid costumes again

or maybe he'll rain her with more gifts, then maybe a flight to texas so she can show everything off to him... maybe

his lashes flutter, fastening his already fast pace as he continues to moan, " stupid fucking slut, .. shit... pretty- pretty whore " he stammers

he can feel his precum leaking as reader talks with her chat, innocent yet suggestive, that stupid maid dress, if schlatt can immediately fly to london, he fucking would, he'd immediately bend her over, not caring if she was streaming or not and fuck her like some animal

" ah fuck! " he moans loudly, his semen, spurting on his keyboard making a fucking mess, " shit... " he groans out

maybe instead of ordering her a new costume, maybe he'll fly her out instead

#sleep deprived podcast #chuckle sammy #jschlatt x reader smut #sleep deprived #chuckle sandwich #jschlatt #schlatt fanfic #schlatt x reader #schlatt #schlatt x reader smut #schlatt x you #schlatt x y/n #jschlatt smut #jschlatt x reader #jschlatt x y/n #jschlatt x you #smut

[writingduhh]

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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[hearts4court]

me on sunday night watching school morning routines so that i’ll be motivated to do mine and go to school that week:

me reading other people’s fan fics to become motivated to write my own:

spoiler alert: i don’t do either of them.

#i hate school #i’m not motivated #school #the marauders era #the marauders x reader #sirius black x reader #the marauders smut #regulus black x reader #sirius black smut #regulus black #remus lupin #stranger things smut #stranger things x fem!reader #stranger things fanfic #chuckle sandwich x fem reader #dteam smut #dteam fluff #dteam x reader #dteam #chuckle sammy x reader #chucky #charles lee ray x reader

[xoxoluka]

ᴄʟᴀᴅᴅᴀɢʜ

jschlatt x streamer!reader

summary: you wear the same ring every day, every stream, in the same direction. your fans notice one day that the direction of it changed.

warnings: swearing, not a very descriptive fic

a/n: for those not familiar with claddagh rings, they are rings from Irish culture that are most commonly used to show your status. right ring finger upside down means single, right ring finger right side up means taken. look into them if you are still confused or would consider buying one <3

gummygone: what's the ring say today???

CelestialCat: SHOW US THE RING

alwaysstar: what are we today

"chat," you giggle, holding up the upside down ring on your finger for the camera to see. "it's the same thing today, i promise. nothing's changing anytime soon."

the chat was flooded with 'aww's and 'why not's and crying emojis, making you laugh again. your audience had a nightly routine before the end of stream where they would bug you about your relationship status, especially since you wore it so freely on your hand.

you got used to giving them disappointing news, although you were hoping that you'd be able to tell them something else very soon.

you end stream soon after your nightly conversation with the chat, and stand up from your desk to close down your office and get ready for bed. once fully showered, washed, and clothed, you got a text as you were plugging in your phone.

'you looked good tonight, toots.'

you smile, biting your lip subconsciously.

'you saw?' you respond, laying back on your bed as you held your phone up.

'of course i did. i could never pass up seeing your face.'

you turn red at his flirtatious words. 'you can see it in person tomorrow, if you're up for it.'

'absolutely.'

you stay up for nearly another hour talking to Jay, making plans to meet up for lunch tomorrow.

you enter the small coffee shop, the warm atmosphere surrounding you and comforting you immediately. you spot your date and give him a wave, rushing over to meet him.

"i missed you," you say as you smile, sitting in the chair across from him.

"'missed you too," Jay smiles back, pushing a plate and a cup towards you. "i ordered your favorite, i hope you don't mind." he spoke in a tone that told you he knew you weren't going to mind either way.

"how could i?" you respond playfully. "thank you."

you banter lightly back and forth for a while, until you notice Jay pause, an unfamiliar glint of hesitation in his eyes. it goes away quickly, allowing him to speak confidently.

"you know," he starts. "we've been doing this for a few months now, right?"

"like.. going on dates and stuff? yeah, i'd say so," you nod, taking a sip of your drink.

"so then.. how'd you like to make it official? about time, right?" he asks, trying to seem as nonchalant as possible.

you sit up in surprise, but a smile breaks onto your face anyway. "yeah! yeah, i'd like that."

"jesus christ, dude," you exclaim, jerking the plastic steering wheel to the side, evading the car that you had drifted too closely too in-game. you were playing truck driving simulator tonight, which was one of your (and your audience's) favorites. it was late, so your real-life self and in-game self were both entirely too tired to be driving a truck.

as you took a moment to yawn, you glanced at chat, noticing a few standalone comments about your ring. you quickly readjusted yourself, pretending like you hadn't just read the comments, and continued to drive. 'as long as they don't all see it...'

you hadn't realized that the way you drive had your ring fully on display, you right hand on top of the steering wheel as your left supported the bottom. a keen eye would've noticed the difference, but hopefully not all of the eyes. you quickly finished up the level, parking the truck and gaining the money and XP. you paused the music and closed the game window, bringing your facecam back to fullscreen. you noticed the usual ring comments, and the few people who had noticed the difference.

"oh, man, chat. i totally forgot to put my ring on this morning," you lie, slipping the ring off with just one hand strategically. "but i'm telling you it's the same. no changes." you'd never been a good liar, the tips of your ears going slightly red, your face flushing, and your small laughs as you spoke.

TheyCallMeDawg: yeah okay buddy

"woah, woah, chat, what's with the attitude tonight?" you jokingly ask after reading that comment. "y'all are crazy, go to bed." you say your final goodbyes to the stream for the night and do your nightly routine. although, tonight, you were going to text Jay first.

'they totally know.'

not rlly a fan, but it was for fun

lmk what you think! <3

© property of xoxoluka. do not repost.

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[s0ftl3]

𝑩𝒍𝒖𝒏𝒕 𝑺𝒎𝒐𝒌𝒆

Summary: You and ted spend an evening at home getting high and one thing leads to another.

Warnings: NSFW, Dry humping, drug use, praise kink, degradation (if you squint), choking

A/N: not proof read, and I hope this is okay for my first work I don’t usually write this stuff down so uhhhh yeah. I had no idea how to end this comments and tips are greatly appreciated!!

You’re eyelids are already heavy and your body’s buzzing from your oncoming high. Ted’s head is tilted back, resting on the back of the couch as you sit in his lap so pretty. You’re not sure what it is about being high that makes you so needy over everything about him but you’re not complaining.

Your thoughts are interrupted by his palms slinging over your hips coming to rest on your waist. The sheer difference in size almost makes you cum on the fucking spot. You’re sure at this point he can feel the wet spot forming between the two of you.

“See something you like?” He’s got a dumb lazy smile on his face as he looks down at you. He knows damn well you like everything you see. From his pretty face to dick print you can feel hardening under you.

You return the dumb smile. “Mmm I definitely feel something I like.” You grind your hips down onto him teasingly and are rewarded with a soft groan from him. His fingertips burst the hem of your lounge shorts that do hardly anything to cover your ass.

He pulls you into a heated kiss gabbing your ass tightly, his dick twitches in his shorts as your pulled farther down onto him.

“You’re so fucking pretty baby,” he mouths at your throat leaving pretty marks in his lips’s wake, “my pretty little slut.”

You can’t help the heat that spreads across your face as you grip his shoulders. His fingers dip below the hem of your shorts grabbing handfuls of your ass, urging to to grind lazily against him. You let out a small whimper as you comply rolling your hips against his, eyes rolling back at the friction.

“Good girl, that’s it grind on my cock,” he words are praises but they feel almost degrading in a way, “doing such a good fucking job baby.”

“Mh.. Ted please.” the friction is good but it’s not quite enough and you want so desperately for him to wrap one of those big hands around your throat.

Ted smirks clearly finding your desperation amusing, “please what baby? Tell me what my pretty slut needs.” He makes it harder on you by bucking his hips into yours, watching you struggle to form your words.

You pout, he knows what you want, why does he have to make it so difficult for you. “Teddy please, want you to choke me.” You whine out in hopes he’ll take pity on you and just give you what you want. Thankfully he does and wraps his fingers around your throat squeezing with just the right amount of pressure that makes you see stars.

He knows all you need to cum is one of his big hands squeezing your pretty little throat, and he knows your in no position to hold off your orgasm. So, he lets you cum all over his thighs. “My girl looks so pretty when she makes a fucking mess.”

#ted nivison smut #smut #fanfic #chuckle sandwich #ted nivison

[unlust-fvck]

hi bestie!!! 🫶🏼 i’d like to formally request more sub!schlatt pls

you’re doing chores around the house and schlatt does a task for you, when he’s done you call him a a “good boy” and go about your day but he can’t stop thinking about it 🤧 he does a million other tasks for you to hear you say it again but you don’t bc you don’t get what he’s in it for yk

he starts being more… obedient

lots of “yes ma’am,” looking to you for approval before he does anything, being a good pup

i rly just want my subby baby boy pls

headcannons or a fic or a blurb or whatever I just NEED sub!schlatt

thank you!!! 🫶🏼

oh my god vic you are so right.

he’s my little niño🤲🏻

**use of ma’am targeted at reader**

it was sunday which meant one thing; chore day.

though schlatt was still curled up in bed, a pillow tight in his grasp, you were already gathering all of the laundry strewn around the house.

with one load in the washer, you started to sweep and dust; waiting to vacuum until schlatt was awake.

as you got wrapped up in your chores, you didn’t realize the creaking of the bed and the footsteps that followed.

arms were placed around you as you wiped down the counter and you jumped.

“jesus, hey baby,” you said with a breathless smile as you craned your neck back to peck schlatt’s cheek.

he smiled sleepily and pulled off. it was very evident he was still half asleep as he mumbled something quietly.

“what’s that?” you hummed, continuing to wipe down the counter. he was quiet. that’s when you turned to face schlatt completely.

he was in his typical sleep attire; his wilson hoodie and a pair of plaid boxers. his hair was disheveled and his eyes squinted.

“i said goodmorning.” he said with a small grin, starting to come out of his sleepy trance.

you smiled back, “goodmorning to you too.” you paused for a moment. “hey! don’t get all lovey with me so that you don’t have to do chores.” you said firmly. “go wash up, mkay? you’re on garbage duty.”

schlatt groaned and sauntered off to the bathroom.

it wasn’t long before he was behind you again, grabbing at your waist as you finally made breakfast.

“be patient, sweetheart. did you even take the garbage out yet?” you asked, your eyes not leaving the frying pan.

“mhm, it’s all outside.” he responded, his chin rested on your shoulder.

“good boy,” you praised, reaching back to rub his hair.

schlatt wasn’t sure what had clicked inside of him when those two words left your lips. he knew you didn’t mean it in that way, right?

schlatt tried to ignore the fluttering sensation in his chest and play it off as a joke as he pulled off of you and grabbed a cup of coffee.

"d-do you want some?" he painfully sputtered. he mentally cursed himself for sounding so stupid.

"yeah that would be nice, thank you love," you said sweetly.

schlatt was a mess now, every pet name buzzed around his head and straight down to his stomach. it was embarrassing really; the two of you had been together for years and he still got flustered over things like this.

oddly enough, schlatt loved the feeling and found himself doing anything he could to hear those two words fall from your mouth.

"j, baby, can you please clean the bathroom after we eat?" you asked gently.

schlatt nodded quickly as he poured your cup of coffee. "yes ma'am." he responded, passing you your cup of coffee.

the rest of the day went relatively smoothly, at least you thought so.

schlatt continued mindlessly doing tasks; changing the bedsheets, finishing off the laundry, cleaning the mirrors throughout the house.

you were surprised with how motivated he seemed. towards the end of the night, the two of you sat on the couch cuddled up next to each other.

"you were really good today j," you mumbled into his shoulder as his eyes focused on the tv screen.

you felt his breath hitch and a small shudder as he exhaled.

you picked your head up to look at him confusedly. it started to piece together in your head but you wouldn't make that evident.

"you were a huge help baby, seriously," you spoke again.

schlatt couldn't help it as he buried his face into your lap out of embarrassment.

you chuckled to yourself and ran your fingers through his messy curls,

"good boy." you whispered.

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[simpliao]

Hi! I just started following you and oh my god you JSchlatt fics are so good, I can’t get enough!!! If you’re taking requests right now, I’d like to ask for a little protective Schlatt! With the internet being what it is, I can imagine that maybe it wouldn’t be to kind to Schlatt’s SO. Or maybe you might have another scenario in mind? Again, thank you so much for all your writing, it makes my day!!! ❤️

i will shoot you dead ; (irl) schlatt x reader

summary : he couldn't give a shit what people say about him; what actually irritates him is when those assholes involve people that have nothing to do with whatever they're bullshitting about. he's made it a point not to involve his personal life, but when it gets leaked and his s/o gets targeted; he isn't fucking happy.

info : swearing, protective schlatt, pet names, she/her, afab reader, mentions of harassment and death threats, and fluff.

a/n : this was such a good idea i couldn't pass up ah, thank you so much for enjoying ! i am and attempting to post around every two/three days but school is just starting so i'm unsure how well i'll manage. to everyone else that requested, still working on it so apologizes that they are semi-late ! hope this also lives up to your expectations.

Being rich at twenty-three was a blessing and a curse, since he acquired all his wealth from being an Internet personality so to speak. Having what should have been a hobby bare so much fruit wasn't without its issues, and the drawback was most definitely the fame. People in his business, attempting to figure out his name and address, outraged from jokes and pretending that they understand him to a personal level; he was grateful for the normal ones, but one outspoken psycho made him rethink all his life choices.

It was never the audience's right to know or interact with his private life, to the creators that do let their fans have that window into their life was a privilege, not a right. So he never did tell anyone past his close circle of friends of his lover, Y/n, a blue collared worker not high up within her company but making good money to be independent. To Schlatt, she was his own little slice of heaven, always giving him the right kind of realistic advice while could always acknowledge and take in account his own feelings.

To some: she might be considered perfectly average, but he saw beyond the rest, she was more than just a pretty face anyways. He adored her ambition to work her hardest and larger than life aspirations. Despite knowing of the kind of money her boyfriend possessed, she never dared asked for a penny; he appreciated that she wanted her own individual success that came from her and not from outside sources. Being that she was also probably one of the most appreciate human beings he's ever had the chance to meet just added to her charm; she never let him so much as pay for a coffee without him hearing a thousand and one thank yous. She was his to love and adore, no one else should have been mixed up in their lives.

She had absolutely zero internet presence, and he liked it that way. Since she wasn't big into the public sphere she wouldn't be caught up in all the bullshit that followed him. Many people despised him despite not having spoken to or even knowing him beyond his flamboyant internet persona; it was fucking stupid, usually they never really bothered him no matter how much they so desperately wanted to cancel him and throw him off the internet. That's where he thought it ended, they despised him, they couldn't logically harass people that possible know him, right? Wrong.

'uh, schlatt? I'm getting a lot of emails about you coming to my work email. Did you tell people about my job or anything?'

Being that for almost the past decade most if not all of his friends had taken to calling him by his last name it eventually became used more or less so by everyone in his life more than his real one. It wasn't that his girlfriend didn't know his name or hadn't asked, she also enjoyed the sound of it and ended up being the default thing she'd call him.

The text itself was unusual, he wasn't even sure if he knew her work email let alone tell it to other people.

'What? No. I don't even know your email. What are they saying?'

'I have it in my LinkedIn profile, they're asking what's my relationship to you. Some are threatening to message my higher-ups claiming I'm a racist? They keep linking me back to Twitter. I can't work when my important emails are drowned out in this. I had one threatening to come where I work and hurt me.'

'Listen, sweetheart, I'm so sorry I really didn't think that they'd find you. I'll do my best to fix this, I'll come pick you up from work today too so don't leave the building until I arrive.'

A spark of rage ignited from within him, he was sure to be careful about not revealing her identity or even mentioning much about her. He knew how bad these people could get and how low they would stoop because they had no lives and just wanted to get the better of him; he wanted to protect her and now all he felt like was a failure. He was quick to log into Twitter and type in 'Jschlatt Girlfriend' and it was almost immediate that he found the thread of the asshole that went as far as to dox him and figure out who and where Y/n was. "He is a bad person that deserves all the things coming to him." It was written with such conviction, as if dragging unrelated people into a stupid ass controversy about another testing-the-line joke he told. He didn't care what they did to him, but threatening to hurt those closest to him struck a nerve that made him want to do some... Fairly illegal things to these people.

So he hoped that most people had some common sense left, screen shotted the thread and the text from his lover and was quick to make a comment about it.

Say whatever the fuck you want about me. But actively try to dox and threaten my girlfriend when she has nothing to do with any of this bullshit online and I will shoot you dead. Fuck you.

He knew these saggy fuckers wouldn't dare try anything, not when they'd know he'd be right there waiting for them. Was he serious when he said he'd shoot them dead? Only half so. He wasn't scared to use the firearm that he kept at home for protection, and neither was he scared to do what he needed to for the sake of protecting the only bright spot in his life. She didn't deserve this. He knew the hate for him could get damn strong, and who knows who amongst them would be crazy enough to act on those words. He wasn't going to test it and he would clearly set the boundary; don't fuck with him in real life, or you have to deal with him in real life.

It can be said he was not in a good mood as he waited outside the glass skyscraper building for his girl, since the few hours that he tweeted out about the situation public opinion turned more into his favour. Although he still had those that were adamant that he was said bad person, vast majority agreed that the original poster of her information was the biggest asshole. The thread was deleted but he saved all the screenshots and had the username burned into his mind, may god save that asshole's soul should Schlatt ever get his hands on him.

Once he saw her exiting the azure-tinted building he was quick to slip his phone into his pocket and get out of the car, running up to the door to greet her. A sheepish smile graced her lips as she gave him a soft wave, he noticed how she wore his favourite blazer and skirt set and how gorgeous she looked in it, but a more important question left his lips first. "Are you okay?" A worried one captured her features, "yeah I am, you look so stressed out. I'm sorry if I worried you." He shook his head and took hold of the hand that reached up to cup his face, "don't apologize, if anything I should. Being involved with me got you in this." A sympathetic look flashed her features as he walked side-by-side with her, a soft smile growing to her own face.

"Don't beat yourself up about it, I reported it to HR and although it took a while to explain they made sure to notify security about it and I had one guy follow me around when I went out for lunch, he was nice about it too. I had to ask help how to set it so they'd all go to spam but we worked it out eventually. So, please, don't worry too much; I'll be okay I promise." He looked down to see her reassuring smile, he knew she'd worry more over him than her own safety. He knew working himself up was an overreaction, he doubted anything would happen; but should something do he wouldn't ever forgive himself. "So, don't shoot anyone?" His eyebrows shot up at this, "you saw my tweet?" Last time he checked this girl had an issue figuring out how to change her profile picture on instagram.

"Well, other people did. A lot of people caught wind that I was getting death threats so I ended up having to explain who you were and they found your Twitter. Please uh, don't kill anyone on my behalf?" An airy chuckle left him, as he knelt down to kiss her temple, "and leave you behind to go to jail, toots? You're gonna have to try harder than that if you want to get rid of me." Seeing his ease and cheeky grin come about, a sense of relief washed over her. "So then, you wanna go out to–" "no." "Huh, why?"

She separated from him for just a moment so she could get into the passenger's side of the car. "We can go out when this whole thing blows over. Until then I don't want you running out of sight." It may have sounded slightly demanding, but she knew that his anxiety must have been through the roof; overthinking was one of his flaws that they worked through together. It wasn't like it was all that big of a deal, chilling out at the apartment sounded just as nice. "Movie night then?" Her enthusiasm was infectious that he couldn't help but break a smile. "Yes, please."

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[teddynivvy]

Teacher! Ted and Teacher! Reader...imagine Ted thought you'd left hours ago, he was staying late to finish some lesson plans or something, maybe you guys are going on a trip or something and he's making sure everything is good for the sub..and he passes your room on his way out and notices you sitting with your head in your hand grading and he's like "what are you still doing here it's late?" And comes up behind you rubbing your shoulders. Just a thought, take it where you want it :) 😘

i fear teacher!ted has taken a bit of a hold on me!! and i love this idea hehe :)

you had had a super stressful day, because you still had a lot to do in your class before finals and it was catching up to you

so you had stayed late doing lesson plans and marking, and time had gotten away from you so it was dark outside now

ted was getting paperwork in order for his class to go on a field trip the next day, so he had stayed late as well

just as he was about to leave, he noticed your light was on from under your classroom door

so he knocked quietly, not expecting to see you in there when he pulled the door open

“hey, what are you still doing here?” his voice took you out of your marking haze as you looked up at him, taking a big sigh and leaning back in your chair

“hey,” you started, offering a soft smile as he walked over to you. “just catching up on marking. what about you?”

“field trip tomorrow,” he stated, and you nodded before rubbing your face in exhaustion

he came up behind you and placed his hands on your shoulders, comforting you as you put your hand atop his

“you should go home,” his lips were against your ear, before pressing a soft kiss to your cheek which made you shiver

“ted, the janitors are still here… someone could see us.”

“i don’t care who sees us, y/n. im sure we’re safe.”

you smiled and leaned into his touch, as his fingers started to gently massage your shoulders

“cmon, let’s go. this can all be done tomorrow.”

you sighed at the stacks of tests and workbooks on your desk, taking ted’s hand and your coat and walking out the door while he walked you to your car and you chatted about your day

you vented about how much work you had left to do and he let his hand fall to your back as you leaned up against your car

“you’re so smart and capable… if anyone can get it done i’m sure it’s you.”

you smiled as your eyes met his, pressing your lips to his firmly as your arms snaked around his neck and pulled him into you before his hands came to your waist

when he pulled away, he laughed

“i thought you were worried someone would see us?” you just answered him by pulling him in by his tie and kissing him again :’)

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[nikaizkool]

crushing on you hcs

dtk, autotune duo, chuckle trio

dream

very flirty around you, making suggestive jokes and kissing your palm whenever. just like taking your hand and kissing your palm. very clingy, you guys were on call for 5 hours? he dosent want you to leave.

George

very casual around you, no hints other than him giving you subtle glances. He’d wrap his arm around your shoulder if you guys sat next to eachother in any situation. Anytime anywhere, at the movies, at a restaurant. Dosent matter he just loves the physical touch with you

Sapnap

Very cocky when ever he sees you, calling you his partner around people who don’t know him to well. Placing kisses on your hands and laying his head down on your thighs. Placing his hands on your thighs and on your waist when people are around.

Karl

He’d be the sweetest man alive giggling, taking you on picnics, movie “dates” and taking you out to dinner, basically treating you as his partner. But that’s his love language.

Quackity

Very clingy and protective around you, clinging to you like there’s no tomorrow, he’d be very flirty and like UwU around you. He’d be so giggly with a smile around you. He’d probably call you nicknames and it’d be adorable. His hands would never leave yours, or you in general. Wether it be a hand on your hip, waist, hand, shoulders, or thighs, he’d always have his hands somewhere on you.

Wilbur

Very giggly, he has his iconic stretched out smile. He’d flirt with you, but it’d be very subtle, like “your very pretty today Y/n.” And sometimes he’d run up to you pick you up then spin you around, then hugging you like there’s no tomorrow, saying stuff like “oh y/n, my dearest y/n”. He’d let you rest your head on his chest while you sit in his lap, even if it’s uncomfortable for him.

Schlatt

He needs physical touch. He just does. Holding your hand, or your waist in habit when you two are talking to someone. He’d buy you anything you could ever want, he’d even try to make you some gifts, they were sloppy but, who are you to judge? He’d have his smug face when kissing your hand, literally smiling so wide it’s unsettling.

Ted

He’s similar to Schlatt but not similar enough for there actions to be the same. He’d be so nice with you, cuddling you if you sat next him, pressing a kiss to your forehead. He’d be so giggly with you, poking fun at you. Literally buys you so many snacks.

Charlie

He’d be serious but still his silly self. Cuddling you even when your standing up. He’d have his hands on your waist, and his face buried in your neck, resting on your shoulder. Buying silly little gadgets for you. Like little toys. He’d eventually get comfortable enough to kiss your hand. He’d be so giggly after it to 😭😭

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[nvmadic]

GUILT AND SHAME - 04

link to last part: [x] synopsis: after a messy dispute revolving around your toxic boyfriend, schlatt takes matters into his own hands and puts your safety over his. some feelings are unearthed that need dealing with. words: 5,472 warnings: light drinking

Despite originally intending to go straight home, you made a spontaneous decision to prolong your trip by an extra day, much to Ted's insistence. Both Ted and Schlatt, after enduring the exhausting demands of filming episodes for Chuckle Week, were fortunate enough to find respite in a well-deserved day off. Ted eagerly assumed the role of a seasoned tour guide, unveiling an array of hidden culinary treasures and introducing you to lesser-known, yet captivating, local attractions. With meticulous attention, he skillfully navigated you away from the swarming tourist hubs, ensuring that you soaked up the genuine essence of the city firsthand.

The day was imbued with a bittersweet aura, carrying an underlying sense of urgency that compelled you to savour each passing moment, as you knew it would be quite some time before you'd reunite with Schlatt, given his overwhelming schedule. Every minute held a precious weight, and you conscientiously immersed yourself in the present, cherishing the shared laughter, heartfelt conversations, and secret glances that wove a delicate thread of connection throughout your day. Torn between the fervent desire to express your affection and the imperative to keep it hidden, you delicately tiptoed a tightrope of restraint, mindful not to arouse any suspicions in the discerning eyes of Ted. Every stolen touch, every lingering gaze had to be discreet, artfully concealed behind the façade of friendship.

As the evening gradually advanced and Ted sought solace in the confines of his bedroom, a newfound aura of privacy enveloped the space. Liberated from prying eyes and the burden of pretence, you and Schlatt nestled intimately on the sofa, cocooned beneath the comforting embrace of a shared blanket. His touch was exquisitely tender, as though he held your body as delicately as fragile glass, ensuring not a single crack would mar your being. Enveloped in his arms, he cradled you against his chest, exuding a profound tenderness. He made up for the day's absence of affection in a single, all-encompassing gesture. The sensation of his lips meeting yours was akin to quenching a parched thirst on a sweltering, humid day, each kiss like a sweet and refreshing gulp of cool water.

Upon your departure, as you turned the key in the lock and stepped back into the familiar embrace of your own space, a curious mix of emotions washed over you. A sense of emptiness seemed to intertwine with the comfort of being home. It was as if a fragment of yourself had remained, tethered to the precious moments shared with Schlatt. Yet, as the days progressed, the weight of his absence became more bearable, for you eagerly anticipated his nightly calls, yearning for the sound of his voice.

In those cherished moments, he would casually recount the events of his day, graciously sharing glimpses of his experiences and expressing his earnest longing to conclude his recordings and return home. In every word he spoke, there lay a genuine interest in your world, as he consistently inquired about your day. His voice, soft and tender, carried a gentle yearning, almost as if he desired to be involved in your own experiences.

As the night grew late and yawns filled the air, a symphony of comfortable silences weaved through your conversation. It became increasingly challenging to bring the call to a close as time slipped away. The hesitation to bid farewell lingered in the hushed pauses as if both of you yearned to extend the moment, if only for a fleeting moment longer. Eventually, with a bittersweet sigh, you exchanged goodnight wishes, promising to reconnect tomorrow.

Schlatt eventually flew back home and spent the next few days dedicated to recuperating from the exhausting week of incessant social interactions and filming. Although it was poignant to long for his presence, there was a certain beauty in the introspective moments when you realized how much you genuinely missed him. There were moments when all you craved was to be in Schlatt's presence, to savour the tranquillity of shared silence and revel in the knowledge that you were existing in the same space. It wasn't about engaging in conversation or filling the air with words; it was the comfort of his company, the unspoken understanding that brought a peacefulness to your soul.

After a few days of rest to rejuvenate his weary soul, Schlatt reached out and extended an invitation for you to spend the evening at his apartment. The thought of a relaxed night, enjoying a movie and sharing a couple of beers, filled you with excitement. No longer bound by secrecy or interruptions, this was a chance to deepen your connection and explore the budding feelings between you. As Schlatt swung open the door, a subtle nervousness danced on his lips momentarily before transforming into a warm, genuine smile. "It's nice to see you again," he greeted softly, his voice carrying a hint of genuine affection. Eagerly extending his arms in a welcoming gesture, Schlatt invited you into a warm embrace. With a gentle, hesitant step, you moved closer, allowing his arms to envelop you in a tight, comforting hold. "Nice to see you, too," you reassured him, nuzzling your face into his sweatshirt.

As you crossed the threshold into his apartment, Schlatt warmly welcomed you into his sanctuary. It was simply nice to finally see his apartment in person, and you were pleasantly surprised by the simple yet homely decor that adorned his walls. Framed photos of family and friends brought a sense of familiarity, while occasional candles and decor pieces added a touch of charm to the cosy ambience. While Schlatt had always maintained a sense of tidiness, it was clear that he had gone the extra mile to create an impressively well-kept space to impress you.

Lost in the moments of absorbing your surroundings, you were abruptly brought back to the present by the sharp crack and hiss of a can being opened. Startled, you turned your attention towards Schlatt and realized that he had taken the initiative and wandered off to the kitchen, already opening a beer. "Make yourself at home." He insisted, his voice floating back to you, slightly distant but filled with a warm invitation. The sound of the refrigerator door shutting with a succinct thump followed. With light and deliberate steps, you made your way to the inviting couch, your eyes immediately captivated by the beautifully arranged blankets adorning the cushions. Each blanket seemed to be meticulously draped as if Schlatt had invested time and care into ensuring their perfect arrangement.

As you eased yourself into the plush comfort of the couch, you surrendered to its embrace, feeling the weight of the world slide off your shoulders. The soft cushions welcomed you, moulding around your body, offering a sanctuary of relaxation. As you settled in, a sense of tranquillity enveloped you. Amidst the peaceful ambience, you could still discern Schlatt's distant presence in the kitchen. The muffled sounds of his rummaging reached your ears, a symphony of soft thuds as drawers closed and the delicate clattering of items being shifted.

After a momentary absence, Schlatt reappeared, his hands carrying a delightful array of snacks that he meticulously arranged on the coffee table. He carefully positioned a six-pack of cans alongside the tempting treats, pausing for a fleeting instant as he contemplated if it would suffice. Finally, he settled down beside you on the couch, his gaze reflecting a mix of anticipation and contentment. As his gaze shifted towards you, a faint trace of nervousness revealed itself on Schlatt's face. "I have a fantastic film in mind, unless you have something specific you'd like to watch," he said, his grin revealing a touch of excitement. His eyes danced around, subtly studying your features as if searching for a clue to your preferences.

You gently shake your head, settling it back onto the soft cushions of the couch, and gaze up at Schlatt. Sensing your relaxation, he reaches out with the hand closest to you, using his fingertips to tenderly massage your scalp. With an eager undertone, Schlatt softly declared, "We're watching Transformers then." Reluctantly, he withdrew his hand from your scalp and leaned forward, stretching his arm to retrieve the open can of beer. Taking a hearty swig from the can, he released a gruff exhale, the effervescent bubbles tickling his throat.

Eventually starting the movie, the two of you settled in sipping from your cans of beer and intermittently nibbling on the snacks. Amidst the unfolding scenes, Schlatt would occasionally pause the movie with his remarks, interjecting obscure and fascinating fun facts or drawing attention to subtle editing details. It almost seemed intentional, as if Schlatt strategically timed his interruptions to elicit laughter from you. With each witty remark or amusing fact, his eyes would twinkle mischievously, reflecting the joy he derived from making you chuckle.

As the night unfolded, a gradual intimacy permeated the atmosphere, drawing you closer together. You sought comfort in the secure enclave of his arm, nestled beneath a cosy fortress of blankets. With heightened senses, you became attuned to the serene rhythm of his chest, rising and falling in tranquil harmony, accompanied by the gentle cadence of his soft exhales. As you snuggled closer, finding comfort in his warm embrace, he hesitated to disrupt the delicate equilibrium by reaching for his drink. The allure of your shared embrace outweighed any thirst, and in that precious moment, he chose to forego finishing his beer, cherishing your touch and warmth.

As the movie neared its inevitable conclusion, your eyes briefly shifted to the coffee table, noticing the emptied ramekins and scattered cans that adorned its surface. At that moment, Schlatt's gaze found yours, his touch tracing a tender path along your arm. With a hint of tipsy mischievousness lacing his voice, he posed an innocent yet enticing question, "Want to do something fun?" The ambiguity of his intent added a layer of intrigue, piquing your curiosity and leaving you wondering what exciting adventure lay ahead.

Schlatt's question lingers in the air, his playful tone sparking a surge of anticipation within you. The possibilities, far-reaching and unknown, blossom vividly in your mind. You find yourself unable to resist the enticing invitation, your curiosity overtaking any lingering doubts or hesitations. With an insuppressible smile playing upon your lips, you lean in closer to Schlatt, causing the gentle touch of your arm against his to intensify. "What did you have in mind?" you inquire, a playful lilt colouring your voice, matching Schlatt's mischievous tone. Your gaze fixates on his face, searching for subtle hints, a flicker of desire that might betray his intentions. With an arched eyebrow and a teasing smile, you await his response, ready to embark on whatever thrilling adventure he has in store.

A sly grin, laced with mischief, tugs at the corners of Schlatt's lips, revealing a hint of his playful nature. With a relaxed posture, he leans back against the plush cushions of the couch, his body language exuding confidence and ease. His piercing gaze remains unwavering, locked onto you with an intensity that sends a shiver of anticipation down your spine. The soft glow of the room casts intriguing shadows across his angular features, highlighting the subtle stubble on his jawline and the glint of curiosity in his eyes.

"I thought we could play a little game," he finally reveals, his voice laced with a tantalizing hint of mischief. The timbre of his voice sends a delicious shiver down your spine, while his hand, still delicately resting upon your arm, begins its gradual ascent, caressing your skin with a featherlight touch. You find yourself mesmerized by the subtle trail his fingertips trace along the curve of your shoulder, their gentle exploration leaving a tingling sensation in their wake. As his touch lingers on your collarbone, you feel a surge of desire coursing through your veins, the connection between you growing more electrifying with each passing moment. Schlatt's captivating gaze holds you captive, his eyes filled with a mix of playful invitation and unspoken intensity. The soft glow of the room casts alluring shadows across his chiselled features, accentuating the hint of stubble on his jawline.

Your heart quickens its pace, the anticipation mingling with a hint of curiosity as Schlatt's voice drops to a low, smoky murmur. "How about a game of pool? I've been practising," he suggests his words carrying an undertone of something more profound than a simple invitation to play a game. You meet his gaze with a playful glimmer in your eyes, nodding in agreement. "How about this? Whoever pots a ball gets to choose a shot for the other person," you suggest with a teasing grin, a hint of anticipation lacing your voice. The challenge is clear as you lock eyes, both aware of the underlying excitement and potential for mischief that this game holds.

Schlatt's eyes widen, a glimmer of excitement dancing within their depths, as he absorbs your proposition. His head tilts ever so slightly, a mischievous grin spreading across his face like wildfire. The air crackles with electric anticipation as he leans in closer, his voice laced with a tantalizing blend of anticipation and unspoken desires. His lips curl into a devilish smile, his eyes sparkling with mischief and anticipation. "Oh, sweetheart, you've got yourself a deal," he retorts, his voice dripping with playful allure.

Your heart skips a beat at the easy familiarity in his voice, the gentle pet name slipping from his lips effortlessly. It's a simple gesture, but it sets your heart aflutter and sends a rush of warmth coursing through your veins. Schlatt's lips graze yours in a tender, lingering kiss, leaving you breathless and yearning for more. As he pulls away, an impish glint dances in his eyes, and he rises from the couch with a sense of purpose.

Entering the kitchen with a mix of curiosity and anticipation, your eyes are drawn to Schlatt as he skillfully retrieves an array of half-full liquor bottles from his well-stocked cabinet. The melodic sound of liquid swirling and glass delicately clinking fills the air, adding an air of excitement to the atmosphere. With a playful smirk, Schlatt arranges the bottles on the countertop, creating a colourful display of possibilities. "Pick your poison," he teases, his eyes sparkling mischievously as he surveys the selection. "But don't get too excited, I'll be the one potting the balls," he adds with a cocky grin, savouring the anticipation of the upcoming game.

Taking a moment to find your footing, you revel in the delightful buzz of the alcohol coursing through your veins, injecting a newfound boldness into your movements. Your fingers delicately grip the cue, feeling the smoothness of the chalk as you apply it to the tip, ensuring maximum control over your shots. Your attention shifts to Schlatt, his gaze locked onto the neatly arranged triangle of balls, his intense focus a testament to his unwavering confidence. The room seems to pulsate with anticipation as he prepares for the break. With a powerful stroke, Schlatt sends the cue ball hurtling across the smooth expanse of green felt, the resounding crack echoing through the room. The balls erupt in a frenzied dance, colliding with calculated precision and finding their destined pockets with almost mesmerizing grace.

Confidence radiates from your very being as you approach the pool table, "Good luck," Schlatt says, a hint of mischief shining in his eyes as he aims to disrupt your focus. With a focused gaze, you assess the remaining balls, searching for the perfect target. Your eyes land on a vibrant striped ball, beckoning you with its alluring colours. Taking a moment to steady yourself, you grip the cue firmly, feeling the smooth wood against your fingertips. Your mind calculates the angles, envisioning the trajectory of the shot. In a seamless motion, you bring the cue back and forth, delivering a decisive strike to the ball. The room fills with the satisfying thud of impact, followed by a collective intake of breath as the striped ball embarks on its journey. It dances along the edge, defying gravity for a suspended moment, before succumbing to the gravitational pull and gracefully finding its rightful place within the pocket. A surge of elation washes over you, a victorious smile adorning your lips as you revel in the precision of your aim.

A triumphant smile spreads across your face, the rush of accomplishment fueling your competitive spirit. "Looks like I get to choose a shot," you declare, your voice filled with playful triumph. Schlatt's eyes narrow, a spark of amusement dancing in their depths. His expression carries a hint of surprise as if he didn't expect you to make such a skilful shot. "Alright, surprise me," he challenges with a smirk, his gaze fixed on you, his dark irises captivating and intriguing.

You make your way to the kitchen, the clinking of the shot glass against the countertop echoing in the quiet room. With deliberate movements, you pour a clear liquid into the glass, the transparent liquid shimmering under the soft glow of the overhead lights. As you return, your footsteps almost soundless, Schlatt's eyes never waver from your form, his gaze fixated on you with a mixture of intrigue and anticipation. A satisfied smirk plays at the corners of his lips as he leans against the wall, cue in hand, exuding a sense of relaxed confidence. The room feels charged with a subtle tension, the air thick with suspense.

"Bottoms up," you murmur, a mischievous glint in your eyes as you hand over the shot glass. Schlatt's gaze narrows slightly, a mix of curiosity and wariness evident in his expression as he takes the glass in his hand. Without a moment's hesitation, he brings it to his lips and downs the liquid in one swift motion. His features contort briefly, a faint grimace tugging at the corners of his mouth, but he quickly suppresses it with a gruff exhale. He firmly plants the empty glass onto a nearby surface, his brows furrowing in mild surprise. "I didn't realize I had sambuca," he mutters, shaking his head as if trying to rid his taste buds of the lingering flavour.

As you lean over the table to line up your next shot, a playful grin dancing on your lips, you unintentionally press your behind against Schlatt's crotch. A jolt of electricity courses through your body at the accidental contact, and for a moment, time seems to stand still. However, Schlatt surprises you by stepping back, a mix of playful banter and confidence, yet conflicting with underlying nervousness evident in his voice. "Stop trying to distract me, sweetheart, it's not going to work," he jests, his tone laced with a hint of enjoyment from the fleeting touch. The moment hangs in the air, charged with a blend of tension and anticipation before the game resumes with renewed energy.

As you refocus on the game, a surge of anticipation courses through your veins, infusing your every movement with a heightened edge. The clack of the cue against the ball resonates through the room, a resolute symphony of determination. Your shot is executed with precision, the ball rolling across the green felt, but alas, it falls just short of the intended hole. Schlatt steps up to the table, his presence commanding and confident. With a masterful stroke, he forcefully strikes the cue ball, unleashing a powerful ripple of energy that reverberates through the room. The balls scatter and collide, their rapid movements accompanied by the abrupt clattering of their impact. Amid the chaos, a solid-coloured ball gracefully finds its way into a waiting pocket, eliciting a satisfied nod from Schlatt.

With a flicker of movement, he disappears from view, only to reappear moments later, clutching a shot glass filled with liquid gold. The radiant glow of the golden elixir dances under the warm ambience of the room, beckoning you closer with its alluring shimmer. He holds the glass delicately, his gaze fixed on you with a mischievous glimmer in his eyes. As you meet his gaze, you can sense a subtle haze of alcohol swirling within. With a gentle yet deliberate motion, he extends his hand, offering you the shot glass. As your fingers intertwine, a subtle spark of electricity passes between you, sending a tingle of anticipation through your veins. Without hesitation, you raise the glass to your lips, the sweet aroma wafting into your nostrils, heightening your senses. The liquid dances across your tongue, its potent flavour bursting on your taste buds, momentarily overwhelming your senses with its intensity.

"Honey Whiskey," Schlatt smiles, his fingers gently wrapping around the shot glass as he takes it from your hand. He sets it down with a satisfied grin, his eyes lingering on the slight grimace that dances across your face. The taste of the potent liquor lingers on your tongue, leaving a mix of sweetness and warmth.

As Schlatt lines up his second shot, you can't help but admire the focused intensity on his face. His brows furrow slightly, showcasing his determination, while a subtle curve graces his lips. His commanding presence looms over the table, his tall frame exuding confidence and ease. With practised precision, he pulls the cue back, his movements fluid and calculated. The sound of the cue striking the ball fills the room, the force behind it evident as the ball rolls effortlessly across the felt, knocking a solid. It slows down, teetering on the edge of the net, its journey seemingly suspended in time. Your breath catches in your throat as you watch with bated anticipation. Every second feels like an eternity as the ball hovers on the precipice, defying gravity. And then, with a gentle final nudge, the ball succumbs to gravity's pull. It rolls, ever so slowly, until it finally finds its destination, sinking into the net with a satisfying clink.

Schlatt's cocky demeanour shines through as he turns to you, a self-satisfied smirk playing upon his lips. With a confident swagger, he closes the distance between you, wrapping his arms around your form. The warmth of his embrace engulfs you, creating an intimate connection between you. His teasing words fill the air, laced with a hint of playful charm. "We can stop now," he jests, his voice brimming with faux chivalry, "I wouldn't want to show you up. That wouldn't be very gentleman-like of me." His embrace tightens, pulling you into a comfortable side hug.

A playful glint dances in your eyes as you scoff, playing along with the charade of fake gallantry. With a gentle push, you jestingly push Schlatt away, your playful banter filling the air. "That's fine," you retort, a coy smile gracing your lips, "if you keep potting balls, I won't be able to bend over the table to hit anything." The puckish insinuation lingers in the air, suffused with a seductive undertone that ignites a playful spark. Schlatt's ardent gaze locks onto yours, a flicker of amusement dancing within the depths of his dark eyes. His lips part, poised to respond, but a brief hesitation stifles his words. Instead, a knowing smirk curves his lips, his gaze momentarily tracing the contours of your body before returning to meet your eyes. The air between you crackles with unspoken tension.

A gentle heat spreads through your body as Schlatt's hand brushes against the small of your back, leaving a lingering sensation that sends a shiver down your spine. You can't help but feel a flutter in your chest, a mixture of excitement and anticipation that intensifies with each passing moment. As he ventures deeper into the kitchen, your mind swirls with a potent blend of emotions, unsure if it's the electric tension between you or the intoxicating effects of the alcohol coursing through your veins that fuels the rising heat within you.

Once again, Schlatt reappears, a shot glass held delicately in his hand. The translucent liquid within seems to shift and shimmer, captivating your gaze. With a mix of eagerness and a subtle hint of apprehension, he extends the glass towards you. Curiosity gets the better of you, and you accept the offering, raising the glass to your lips. As the liquid hits your tongue, a sharp, bitter taste assaults your taste buds, leaving behind an intense sensation akin to swallowing acetone. The burn travels down your throat, eliciting a grimace as you swallow the potent concoction. Schlatt's lips curl into a combination of amusement and a faint grimace as he observes your reaction. There's a hint of satisfaction in his eyes as if he relishes in the mix of surprise and amusement that his concoction has provoked.

"I'll let you play now, otherwise I'm going to be sober," he remarks with an innocent tone, taking a step back from the table. However, he doesn't stray too far, lingering nearby. The warmth of his presence envelopes you, a tangible reminder of his proximity. As you prepare to line up your shot, the sheer size of the table requires you to lean over again, unintentionally pushing your rear upward into the air. The suggestive posture draws a mischievous glimmer to Schlatt's eyes as he appreciates the view. As you focus on perfecting the angle of your shot, meticulously pulling the cue back and forth, you're suddenly aware of the large presence of Schlatt behind you. His hand, warm and gentle, caresses the curve of your hip, sending a shiver of anticipation coursing through your body.

"Go away," you playfully retort your tone a mix of feigned annoyance and longing. Although you need full concentration, there's a part of you that doesn't want him to leave. "Alright, alright," Schlatt chuckles softly, his touch reluctantly retreating from your body. He takes a step back, allowing you the space and concentration you need for your shot. Despite the light-hearted exchange, the absence of his touch leaves a subtle longing in the air, a desire for his presence to linger just a little while longer.

With unwavering determination, you position yourself, aligning your body and mind for the impending shot. The weight of the cue in your hand feels familiar, providing a sense of stability and control. Your focus narrows, blocking out any distractions as you immerse yourself in the challenge before you. Thoughts of strategy and precision consume your mind, mapping out the path of the ball in your imagination. As the tension mounts, a surge of adrenaline courses through your veins, heightening your senses. You inhale deeply, savouring the momentary calm before unleashing your precise stroke, the cue gliding smoothly through the air. The resounding crack of the cue meeting the ball fills the room, a harmonious echo of determination. The ball, propelled by your skilled stroke, dances across the table, gracefully navigating its way past obstacles. With every calculated movement, the tension in the air intensifies, building towards a climactic moment. And then, as if guided by an invisible hand, the ball finds its mark, slipping into the pocket with a satisfying thud.

A triumphant smile graces your lips as you turn to meet Schlatt's gaze, your eyes locked in a captivating exchange. The room seems to pulse with an electric charge, the air heavy with a blend of desire and playful challenge. The flicker of anticipation in his eyes reflects your own, creating an intoxicating dance of unspoken attraction.

"You're not too bad yourself," Schlatt comments, his voice tinged with a husky blend of admiration and amusement. His gaze lingers on your form, unabashed desire evident in his eyes. The typically laid-back demeanour he exudes teeters on the edge, his natural confidence bordering on a brashness that can barely be contained. With each step he takes closer, the space between you diminishes, and you can feel the warmth of his breath against your skin, creating a tantalizing sensation that sends shivers down your spine.

A surge of exhilaration rushes through your veins as he closes the distance between you, his touch sending sparks of anticipation dancing along your skin. The gentle brush of his hand against your arm ignites a trail of sensations. As he leans in, his lips find yours in a fiery, passionate collision. The kiss is electric, a whirlwind of intense emotions and pent-up longing. Your bodies meld together, responding to the magnetic pull that draws you closer, as the world around you fades into a blur of sensations. The heat between you intensifies, creating an all-encompassing vortex of passion and fervour. At that moment, nothing else matters but the intoxicating dance of your lips and the undeniable connection that binds you together.

The world around you melts away, leaving only the two of you entangled in a passionate embrace. Schlatt's hands, guided by both desire and a hint of recklessness, traverse the contours of your body with a familiarity that sets your skin ablaze. Every touch is a symphony of pleasure, each caress igniting a cascade of electrifying sensations that leave you breathless. As fervour takes hold, the game is forgotten, its subtle existence eclipsed by the explosive burst of passion that consumes you both.

As you pull away, a mingling of emotions floods your senses, swirling within you like a tempestuous storm. Your breaths come in shallow gasps, your chest rising and falling with the intensity of the moment. Your eyes meet Schlatt's, searching his gaze for a glimpse into his emotional landscape. In the depths of his eyes, you catch a spark of intensity, a reflection of the myriad emotions that swirl within him. Nervousness flits through your veins, a delicate tremor that accentuates the gravity of the situation. The vulnerability that accompanies an intimate connection dances on the edges of your consciousness, weaving its way into your thoughts. A tinge of self-doubt tugs at the corners of your mind, silently questioning if you're ready to fully embrace the depths of what this moment may hold.

Lust, with its alluring pull, courses through your veins, casting a hazy veil over your senses. The simmering heat that pulsates between you is a magnetic force, drawing you closer with an irresistible pull. Desire rises within you, an intoxicating blend of raw need and longing. Your body yearns for more, craving the touch of his hands, the taste of his lips, and the euphoria that awaits in the depths of passion. Happiness, too, dances within your being, a flickering flame that warms your heart. The connection you've forged, the palpable chemistry that funds the air, carries with it a sense of joy. At this moment, all worries and cares seem to fade away, replaced by an innate bliss that radiates from within.

Heart pounding, you take a moment to steady yourself, allowing the swell of emotions to settle. You meet Schlatt's gaze once again, determination shining in your eyes. You know what you want, even amidst the whirlwind of sensations coursing through your being. And with that certainty, a playful smile tugs at the corners of your lips, a silent invitation to continue on this exhilarating journey together. As you reach out, your fingers intertwining with Schlatt's, you take a step forward, closing the gap between you. A renewed sense of anticipation fills the air, igniting a fire within you that refuses to be extinguished. At that moment, you both surrender to the waves of desire, exploring the uncharted territories of pleasure that lie before you, ready to delve into the depths of this intimate connection.

"I want you, Schlatt," you speak with underlying nervousness, although sure of your own words. A surge of vulnerability intertwines with your resolute desire as you voice your innermost desires. Your words hang in the air, heavy with anticipation and a fragment of nervousness that lingers like a delicate mist. Schlatt's eyes lock onto yours, a sea of emotions swirling within their depths. Surprise passes through Schlatt's features, momentarily breaking through his typically confident facade. His gaze softens, revealing a glimpse of vulnerability that mirrors your own. There's a pause, a fleeting moment where time seems to stand still as he contemplates his response.

A breath escapes his lips, the sound carrying an undercurrent of raw need. His gaze never wavers from yours, locked in a captivating exchange that transcends the barriers of words. The air around you thickens with anticipation, the atmosphere pulsating with magnetic energy. Schlatt's voice, tinged with a husky vulnerability, resonates with a fervent intensity as he finally finds his words. The admission spills forth, baring his desires with a breathtaking honesty that leaves you captivated. "I've wanted you from the moment I laid eyes on you," he confesses, the weight of his words hanging in the air, charged with the weight of his longing.

With a rush of exhilaration coursing through your veins, you lean in, closing the physical and emotional distance between you and Schlatt. The taste of alcohol lingers on your lips, intertwining with the budding passion that brews within. Your kiss is passionate and hungry, a meeting of lips that speaks volumes, transcending the confines of words. It's a dance of tongues and desires, a symphony of the senses that leaves you both breathless.

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[renranram]

Is there any chance you could make a jschlatt x streamer reader 1shot where she admits she has a small thing for jschlatt on her stream because her viewers asked if she had a crush on any streamers she watches and jschlatt happens to be watching her stream because hes a fan of her🤭 i think its such a nice fic concept :))

Crush

sfw

fem!reader x schlatt

basically the submission hehe

" chat, i am not smashing tommyinit, he's a child! " you roll your eyes as drag the photo of tommy at the 'pass' side

you've been playing smash or pass with your twitch chat for a few minutes now, ' but he's 20 now ' ' he's a grown man ' ' he's a grown man with a husband and a girlfriend ' your chat spams

" well... during my time, he was a child, " you reply, dramatically rolling your eyes as you lean back your seat, talking about your dsmp phase

" but in all seriousness, id still pass him, he's literally like my little brother chat, dont be weird " you chuckle as you scroll to the next option, wilbur fucking soot, you pause, staring dead into the camera

before dragging the thing's photo out of the frame, you let the silence sink in as you glance at your twitch chat

poggerina; o7

y/n4lyfersmwa; mb guys he got out of his leash

bhielatkiffy; WHY IS THE BRIGHTON BITER THERE 😦😦😦😦

you read as you chuckle, " ... anyways.. " you added, scrolling down as a tts donation caught your attention,

y/nsfavkitten donated $15, ' hello y/nn, just wondering if you had any small crush on an old dsmp member? ' the tts reads out

as you shift on your seat, " a small crush? " you repeat, before chuckling, " well.. if you donate another 100 ill tell you " you play it off as a joke

and continue on with the game, you put charlie in smash, ted in smash, jack in pass ( banter ), niki in smash, until the donator actually donated a $100, taking you in surprise

" oh my fucking god, y/nsfavkitten, i was just joking " you chuckle, " should i give you a refund? " you offer, not thinking it'd be serious

y/nsfavkitten: nononono but can you answer my last question? :3

you pause sighing out, before nodding, " for you y/nsfavkitten, fine, i did have a small crush, like a veryyy small crush on someone there " you confess as you can see your chat speeds up

akh1rah_1r: WHO

y/nluvsme: WHO???

jojosiwayouscareme: HELP WHO??

numberoneschlaggot: no way dont tell me you liked dream

" ewww " you squirm, chuckling as you shake your head, " ... i used to have a thing for schlatt " you confess

mitskimybeloved: AHH I CALLED IT

immacomebacklikeaboomerang: ship

renranram : Y/N X SCHLATT CANON FR

you groan out, as you chuckle, " guys dont make it weird " you mumble, a faint blush on your cheek as you shifted on your seat

meanwhile schlatt on the other hand wanted to do backflips, like genuinely, he was like a monkey getting excited over a piece banana

and he thought, why not shoot his shot,

@.jschlatt • 1 minute

same i ship it too, @.y/n'swebbie

↳ 11 ⇆ 9 ♡ 201

as you saw the tweet, your face turned redder like a tomato, chuckling like a teenage girl seeing abs for the first time

" chat, this is all your fault "

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[writingduhh]

Being Jschlatts S/O Includes (Hc) …

Shout out to my babe @lvrj4mie for the amazing ideas ILY POOKIE

Pairing: Schlatt x Y/n

Type: Fluff

▷ He’s very protective over you. Not in an unhealthy “you can’t leave” way, more of a “if anyone hurts you they’re dead” way.

▷ You have a drawer of your things at his place. After you began dating and practically spent every day at his house, he insisted that you keep a drawer of your belongings at his place.

▷ Receiving occasional bursts of affection from him. It's as if he can't contain his love and excitement, especially during those moments when he's feeling particularly affectionate. You could be sitting on the couch and he’ll just immediately smother you and attack your face with kisses… not that you mind.

▷ Definitely the Black Cat x Golden Retriever couple trope.

▷ Schlatt can be a chaotic and unpredictable character, but you're there to provide stability and calm in his life. You help balance his hectic lifestyle and remind him to take care of himself. You’re the calm in his storm.

▷ Despite his tough guy exterior, he's rather tender-hearted, especially when it comes to you.

▷ Spoils the shit out of you. Whatever you want he gets, even though you insist he doesn’t need to get you anything/you don’t want anything. He does it anyways.

▷ Introvert and Extrovert Balance. If Schlatt leans toward extroversion and you are more of an introvert (or vice Versa), you find a harmonious balance. He brings you out of your shell, and you provide him with moments of quiet reflection.

▷ Stealing his hoodies/shirts.

"Hey, toots, have you seen my..." Schlatt's words trailed off as he caught sight of you comfortably seated on the couch, wearing his oversized hoodie while engrossed in your game. Due to his substantial stature, his clothes practically swamped you, with sleeves rolled up twice for a better fit.

"Is that my hoodie?" he asked, a playful smirk on his face.

You nodded, a hint of mischief in your eyes. "Yeah, it is. I can take it off if you don't want me to wear it."

He shook his head, a fond smile spreading across his face. "No, no, it's okay. You look good in my clothes." He wrapped his arms around your shoulders and leaned in, planting a tender kiss on your neck.

▷ He has so many nicknames for you. Toots (obviously), sweetheart, babe, I could also definitely see him call his partner pet.

▷ Comfort in silence. Whether you’re watching him edit, gaming in the same room, or simply sitting together silently on the couch, you didn’t need words to communicate. There's a comfortable silence that speaks volumes about your connection and comfort with each other.

▷ His cats absolutely ADORE you… Maybe more than him.

▷ Late night food runs. Due to the nature of his job, Schlatt has a lot of late nights editing videos or planning future projects. On those particularly stressful nights, which is often, you like to suggest a late night food run to clear his mind. He always agrees as it’s an excuse to spend some quality time with you… and get food.

▷ You shamelessly tease him in a playful manner, fully aware that you can get away with it.

▷ Contrary to popular opinion I think he’s quite affectionate, at least behind closed doors. He’s always got a hand on your thigh, laying on your chest, or some sort of touch.

▷ You’re definitely ‘Those pet parents’ with Jambo and Burnt soup. They’re basically like your children, making you the perfect happy family.

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[showf4lls]

ʚ ― first snow ; slimecicle

info! fluff, minific / gender neutral reader

cw! no CWs

request! "Since you’re wanting slimecicle asks- how bout an x reader of spending a snow day with him?? Cute cuddles while watching a movie or something, but Charlie being the lovable goof he is would be so cute!!"

notes! reader is a lil bit whimsical in this, in that they're really in love with winter and the holidays. sorry if that's not you! it's not really me either, but i though it was a cute idea so i ran with it. also i feel like i don't usually write charlie this fluffy this is so wild

it was abnormally early for you to be showing up at charlie's place on a tuesday, but you couldn't find it in yourself to worry too much as you stood on his doorstep with a scarf wrapped up to your nose. you grinned beneath the scarf, trying not to stare too much at the powdery snow that littered his front yard. your breath came out in puffs from behind your scarf as you waited for him to come open the door. finally, it swung open. charlie grinned on the other side of it. "so the first snow, huh?"

you grinned back, cheeks aching as you shuffled into the warmth of his home. "the first snow, charlie! how exciting is that?" you exclaimed, clutching your bag in your gloved hands. you could barely contain your excitement as you kicked off your snow boots in the entryway.

"i know!" he agreed, holding your elbow so you wouldn't lose balance. he waited patiently as you shrugged off all of your layers until you were just down to your cozies. "so the first snow extravaganza begins! i know you said you had some ideas. what've you got?"

beaming, you reached into your bag and pulled out a box of mix. "cookies and a movie?" you asked, feigning uncertainty.

charlie clapped his hands together, delighted at the idea. "that's a wonderful idea. look at you, all big-brained," he praised, taking the box mix from you.

you rolled your eyes as you followed him into the kitchen. considering that the mix came out of a box, it didn't take very long to whip up the dough and get them in the oven. once they were on the rack and a timer had been set, you and charlie started setting up camp on the couch. you fluffed the pillows, gathered snacks, and piled blankets onto the couch together, waiting for the timer. you were just opening the curtains, making sure there would be a way for you to watch the falling snow during the movie, when the timer went off.

"i'll get it!" charlie yelled, dropping the blanket he was unfolding in favor of racing to the kitchen.

"you just want the first good cookie!" you called after him, unable to hide your fond smile.

"i'll bring you one too!"

a few moments later, charlie emerged from the kitchen, one cookie held between his teeth. another, he carried on a napkin like a silver platter. he bowed dramatically, presenting it to you as you sat comfily beneath the blankets. "for you, beloved," he said, smiling up at you.

you smiled softly, resisting the urge to roll your eyes. "thank you, good sir," you replied coyly, humoring his little act.

he watched intently as you bit into it. the chocolate chips melted on your tongue. the temperature was just perfect -- warm without being hot enough to burn you. you smiled up at him. "it's gooey in the middle," you said through a mouthful.

charlie fist pumped, whispering a quiet but victorious "yes" to himself. "good, i know that's how you like them."

you laughed softly, taking another bite. "well, thank you. that was very thoughtful of you."

he leaned down, giving you a quick kiss. "of course. no big deal. i like them better this way anyways. otherwise they come out crunchy, and no one likes crunchy cookies."

another laugh as you finished off the cookie and pulled the blanket closer to yourself. "yeah, alright," you said lightly. "now what do you feel like watching?"

"how would you feel about the grinch right now?" he asked, shuffling under the blankets with you.

you nodded. "i think i could do that right now. the version with jim carrey, right?"

"of course," charlie replied, already looking for the movie on some streaming service. "we don't talk about the other one in this house."

you giggled. "right. sorry, my bad."

charlie bumped your shoulder reassuringly as he scrolled through a search. a few minutes later, the beginning of the film was playing on your tv screen. it was nice, being like this with him. the perfect circumstances of the day, you with no work today and him with nothing planned, conveniently enough. "so far away," he mumbled, pulling you against his chest and slumping backwards against the arm rest.

"'m right here, love," you assured him, settling against his front. you reached for a pillow, hugging it against your chest as you leaned your head against him.

the rise and fall of his chest was comforting, almost making you feel sleepy with the safety of it. charlie yawned behind you and you rubbed soothingly at his arm. "this is really nice, charlie."

he smiled sleepily down at you, giving you a quick squeeze. "really?"

you hummed an affirmative, leaning your cheek against his shoulder. the angle was a little awkward, but the affection of it felt right. "really," you promised. "thank you. for this."

"of course," he said, voice soft yet full of certainty. he leaned forward to kiss the crown of your head, thumb tracing light shapes into the skin of your forearm. "anything for you."

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