schlattschlut

[schlattschlut]

bestie you did NOT just steal Slattlicker's anon's ask for that fic lmao pls

LOL i would never blatantly steal another writer/creators content. Some people will send the same ask out to multiple writers, I can’t help that 🤷🏻‍♀️ Any asks I use will always be from my own inbox.

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Stained - Schlatt Smut

This was a request! (I can’t reply for some reason so thank you anon!!) I couldn’t pass it up it was a little too good.

Cw: Smut, fingering, angry schlatt, angry sex, hate fucking adjacent, squirting

Wc: 1.1k

Schlatt was no stranger when it came to treating himself, especially with expensive and fancy furniture to decorate the house with. He refused to even tell me the price tag on the couch, claiming it was a good investment and I shouldn’t worry about it.

One evening, Ted had stopped by for a visit. He sat down on the couch next to Schlatt, holding a glass of wine that I had offered him while I tucked myself into Schlatts lap.

Schlatt cracks a joke that makes Ted laugh, he throws his head back and the liquid in his cup sloshes a bit. A few drops escape over the brim of the cup, landing directly on the couch and soaking into it immediately.

“Are you fucking serious?” Schlatt raises his voice slightly, setting down his own drink to stand, grabbing my hips to gently pull me from his lap and examine the small red droplets on the couch cushion.

“Shit,” Ted copies Schlatts actions and stands, he looked genuinely apologetic and even a bit scared, “I’m sure you can get it dry cleaned…”

Schlatt scoffs, “That’s not the point, dude. If you knew how much this couch costs, your head would spin. You can’t just take this to any dry cleaner.”

“It was an accident.” Ted huffs, starting to get annoyed that Schlatt was making such a big deal out of it. I take a step back, watching the argument unfold as I kept quiet.

They bicker back and forth for several minutes about how serious the situation actually was, neither wanting to accept any blame while the wine dried into the fabric. It doesn’t take long for Ted to grow tired of the conversation that just keeps going in circles, so he decides to call it a night. He and Schlatt hardly say a word to one another as Ted steps out the front door, clicking it shut behind him.

Schlatt stalks back into the living room after locking the door. He was clearly still upset with Ted, his shoulders tense and his breathing heavier than usual. He sits down on the couch again, staring at the small stain Ted had created.

I sigh as I stare at him for a moment before crawling into his lap and straddling him, “You’re really upset about this?”

Schlatt huffs, “Yes.” His hands grip my hips tightly.

“He really didn’t mean it.” I murmur, placing my hands on his chest in an attempt to calm his nerves.

“Don’t care.” Schlatt replies gruffly, reaching up to tangle his fingers in my hair; pulling me closer to connect our lips feverishly.

I gasp softly against his lips, holding onto his shoulders to steady myself as his tongue brushes against my bottom lip before pushing into my mouth roughly.

A soft moan escapes me as he deepens the kiss; I feel his cock twitch in his shorts, getting harder by the second. I smile into the kiss and rock my hips into his gently.

Schlatt groans, his hips bucking off the couch in response. “Careful.” He huffs.

“Or what?” I taunt back, smiling innocently at him.

He scoffs quietly, grabbing my hips tightly as he flips me over onto the couch. “Don’t be a brat.”

“I’m not.” I smile again, lying through my teeth. Schlatt grips my face tightly, squishing my cheeks as he brings his face closer to mine. He leans back slightly for just a moment before pursing his lips and spitting into my mouth.

“Yes you are.” His voice is low, I can tell he’s still angry at Ted and his patience for my brattiness is growing thin.

His resolve fades quickly, his fingers pushing my dress up my hips, exposing my bare core to the cool air of the house.

Schlatt tsks at the sight, running his fingers through my wetness slowly. “No panties in front of Ted? It’s like you’re asking to be punished.”

I hardly process his words, not getting the chance to respond as he presses two of his fingers into me firmly. All of the air is pulled from my lungs, my back arching into him as he curls his fingers to press against my g-spot.

Schlatt leans back ever so slightly, his fingers reaching a new angle as his other hand reaches down to rub tight circles on my clit. “Schlatt-“

“Shut up.” He grunts lowly, landing a harsh slap against my core.

I struggle to catch my breath, my body practically vibrating beneath him as his fingers worked expertly to bring me to the edge. But every time he knew I was getting close, he slowed down, pulling his hands away for just a moment; only to return his touch to me again and again. I knew he was doing it on purpose, trying to teach me some lesson about decency while also trying to cope with his anger towards Ted.

My body starts to grow weak beneath him, only able to pant heavily as my legs shake with each thrust of his fingers.

“Please…” I whine pathetically.

“You wanna come?” He asks, his voice almost taunting. “You wanna come around my fingers, huh?”

My hand grips his shoulder, I nod my head in agreement as my back arches further off the couch. I can feel my release building again, much stronger this time than it has been. My body won’t allow me to hold back, I whimper softly in an attempt to warn him, but the dark look I catch in his eyes tells me he knows exactly what he’s doing.

It hits like a brick wall, I whine out repeatedly as I feel my release spray out onto Schlatts hand and forearm, his shirt catching some of the mess as well; though most of it lands on the couch between us.

My body shakes softly, Schlatts fingers slowing down to a pause before he places a gentle kiss on my inner thigh and pulls away.

I sit up on my elbows, slowly coming to, still in a slight orgasmic haze. I glance down at the couch, seeing the way the cushions start to darken as the moisture seeps into them slowly.

“Fuck-“ I whisper, attempting to push myself backwards and off the couch. My heart beats rapidly in my chest, worrying Schlatt would be pissed about the mess.

He grabs my hips before I can move too far and pulls me back towards him. His own eyes finally catch the growing stain; I watch him analyze it for a moment before a smile spreads across his face and he starts to laugh softly.

“Baby that’s so hot.” He mumbles sweetly.

“You’re not mad?” I reply quietly, watching his face for any signs he was messing with me.

“Ted’s a dumbass and clumsy as hell, he knew better than to sit on my nice ass couch with that glass.” He starts, tangling his fingers in my hair again. “But I love watching you do that… I’d like you ruin a million couches.”

I bite my lip, shoving his shoulder playfully. “Maybe we need to invest in some cheaper couches then…”

Schlatt scoffs, pressing a kiss to the edge of my mouth, “Never.”

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Speak Up - Schlatt Smut

Attending a friends wedding and Schlatt getting extremely jealous.

cw: Smut obvi, fingering, lowkey hate fucking, Schlatt ties you up, non consensual kissing (from Ted), Ted’s kinda a creep in this oops, degradation, jealousy, Schlatt “blames” you for the kiss

Okay yall here’s another one. One of my wives requested this so shout out to her, MWAH. These are never proof read btw I just go with it.

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Getting Schlatt to go anywhere, especially a crowded and drunken event like a wedding, was no easy feat. It often took a lot of begging and bargaining.

It wasn’t until a few days before our friend’s wedding that Schlatt agreed to attend. We both dressed our best; I stood in the doorway fixing his tie one last time.

“Just try to have fun?” I ask softly, my hands resting against the lapels of his suit.

Schlatt huffs, pulling his hands from his pockets and grabbing my waist; he tugs me closer to bury his face in my neck for a moment, breathing in my perfume.

“I’ll try.” He grumbles, “But I’m not staying any longer than I have to.”

I roll my eyes and attempt to respond; but Schlatts phone dings to alert us our ride has arrived. He leads me outside and helps me into the back seat before following shortly after. He greets the driver and pulls me close to his side when he notices the man eyeing me through the mirror.

The ride is quiet, Schlatt unimpressed with the driver and refusing to engage in the small talk he brought forward. As soon as we arrive at the venue, Schlatt is opening the door and gently but urgently pulling me from the car.

The car pulls away and Schlatt watches it leave for a moment before pulling me into his side again. He huffs softly before speaking; “You should’ve brought a jacket.”

To anyone else, the comment seemed like he was worried about me getting cold. But I knew he hated the fact that anyone could see me in this outfit that makes his pants tighter every time he looks at me.

“I’ll be fine.” I murmur reassuringly; taking a step towards the venue.

Schlatt is sure to spend most of the night glued to my side, monitoring my alcohol intake and eyeing up anyone who seemed to get too close. A few drinks in his system seemed to allow him to loosen up just a bit and interact with his friends.

By the time everyone was done eating and half the guests moved to the dance floor; Schlatt had gotten significantly drunker, becoming much more relaxed as the evening went on. Eventually his arm fell from its place around my waist, allowing me to move freely through the crowd to find another drink.

As I stood at the open bar, waiting for the drink I ordered; I hear someone clear their throat behind me. I furrow my brow and turn on my heel, “Hey, Ted.”

He smiles and steps forward as I greet him, towering over me now as a drink is slid across the bar to me. A look crosses his face and I can tell he’s several drinks deep himself.

“Hey pretty girl.” He replies, his words slurring. I jump slightly as he wraps his arm around my waist. My eyes scan the room, the crowd of people objects my view of Schlatt as I try to step away from Ted. “C’mon now.” He murmurs and inches closer again, “Don’t be like that.”

I switch my drink to my other hand nervously, pulling Ted’s hand away from my waist. “I know you’re drunk, but I also know you’re not stupid.”

Ted laughs at my words, freeing his hand from my grasp and grabbing my waist again. “You’re right. I’m not stupid. I see a girl being neglected by her man, I’m here to step in.”

I scoff, shoving him off of me now. “I’m not being neglected and you don’t need to do anything.”

I can see something shifting behind his eyes as I reject his advances, he steps forward again and his hand grips my upper arm tightly. “I’m being a gentleman here.”

His words send a cold shiver up my spine, I furrow my brow at him as I try to pull my arm from his grasp. Ted grabs my face with his other hand; pulling my face towards his and colliding our lips together. I push against his chest to free myself but he doesn’t let go.

Ted is suddenly yanked away from me. I gather my bearings and find Schlatt dragging Ted away by the collar of his suit. Several pairs of eyes are on me now; I fix my hair quickly before following the path that Schlatt had taken.

I step outside into the cold night air just as Schlatt shoves Ted away from himself. His shoulders are tense and he’s breathing heavily, when I step closer our eyes meet and I can see the way his pupils are dilated with anger now.

Something shifts behind his eyes as he looks back at me. He seems to forget Ted completely as he grabs my arm and tugs me away from the house and down the driveway; his presence felt looming the entire time as he calls a cab and we stand on the curb silently. He helps me into the back seat without a word and holds my hand as I climb out once we arrive back home. He unlocks the front door and steps aside to allow me to enter first.

I flip on the light to the entry way, kicking off my shoes and turning around to look at him. The night starts to catch up to me and I let out a soft huff as a wave of exhaustion hits.

Schlatts expression is unreadable until he tosses the keys on the table near the door and stepping closer to me, “I told you to cover up.”

My jaw drops slightly at his words, I hadn’t expected him to blame this on me. “So it’s my fault?”

Schlatt presses his tongue to his cheek before lifting his hand and wrapping his fingers around my throat, he pushes me backwards until my back hits the wall. “It is if you’re walking around in a dress that screams ‘somebody fuck me’.” He growls.

I roll my eyes and Schlatts grip tightens again, he leans closer and I can smell the alcohol on him now. “You need someone to fuck you? Is that it?”

His words are condescending and they shoot straight to my core, my legs instinctively squeezing together. “Maybe I do.” I whisper back.

“If you need me so bad, you just have to ask.” His voice is low as he leans closer to my ear, “You don’t have to go flaunting what’s mine to the world.” I whimper softly as his fingers tighten against my neck and he pulls me away from the wall to connect our lips. My body relaxes slightly into his as his tongue presses against my lips, demanding entrance. The kiss gets heavier by the second until Schlatt pulls away, panting slightly. “Bedroom.”

His hand falls from my neck and he takes a step back, waiting for me to obey his instructions. I don’t think twice, sliding past him as I moved towards the bedroom. I fumble with the zipper on my dress for a moment before Schlatt enters the room behind me chuckling. He pulls the zipper down for me and helps push my dress down my shoulders.

Once it’s in a pile on the floor, his body his pressed against my back and his hands find my hips; his thumbs tugging on down my underwear softly.

“Dirty girl.” He tsks, grabbing my hips and turning me towards the bed. “It’s time you learn to use your words.”

Schlatts hand splays over the middle of my shoulders and pushes my face down into the mattress. He presses his hips into mine again, his hardness obvious through his dress pants. His hands push my underwear down my legs until they hit the floor. I gasp softly as the cool air of the room hits my core.

He straightens his back again and rests his hands against my ass as he takes in just how wet I am. One of his thumbs moves to press firmly into my clit. I moan softly and rock back against his hand.

“Use your words.” He commands, his free hand laying a heavy smack to my ass. “Tell me what you want.”

I just whine, continuing to try and move my hips towards his hand.

He growls softly before taking his thumb away and smacking my ass again. I can hear the sound of his belt clinking as it hits the floor before his fingers tangle in my hair and he’s tugging my head back just enough to look him in the eyes. “Tell me.”

“I want you.” I whine.

“What do you want from me?” His words are sharp, he tugs on my hair again to remind me he’s in control.

“I- I need your dick.” I gasp out, “Please, I need you to fuck me.”

Schlatt grunts in response, his grip on my hair releasing as I fall back against the bed. I hear him shuffle for a moment before he’s grabbing both my wrists and tugging them behind my back. The soft fabric of his tie loops around my wrists as he ties a bow to secure them in place. He tugs gently on the fabric to ensure it’s not too tight before not waiting another moment as he slides two fingers into me, curling them just perfectly and making my back arch. “Such a good girl, using your words.”

He slips his fingers out and immediately presses his cock into me; making me moan softly into the sheets as I felt his stretch and the way he pulsed when he was fully seated inside me. He takes a moment to catch his breath before looking at me expectantly, wanting me to tell him to continue.

“Baby… please move.” I whine, rolling my hips back slightly. He groans softly as my body squeezes around him and his hips start to move slowly, finding a steady yet devastating pace. “Schlatt-“ I gasp.

“Shut up.” He murmurs, grabbing my hips and managing to push himself even deeper. My eyes roll as he presses against my G spot repeatedly. “This is what you fucking wanted.”

His hips don’t slow down, not even as I’m softly begging him to go easy. He’s chasing his own high, too blinded by pleasure to even hear my begging.

“Please-“ I gasp again, feeling the familiar fire growing in my stomach that made my vision turn white. One of his hands releases my hip to press his thumb against my clit again; he rubs quick circles.

“You’re gonna cum, huh? You can’t help coming around my cock.” He condescends. I whimper, nodding quickly and biting my lip as I tried to hold back. “Then come.”

He didn’t have to tell me twice as my body let go, my legs shaking under him and soft whines leaving me as my eyes turned starry. Schlatt groans, thrusting a few more times before I feel his warm release inside of me, already starting to drip out around him.

Schlatt drops his weight onto his arms, his chest pressing into my back as he tried to collect himself. He pulls out slowly and leans away long enough to untie my hands and flip me onto my back. I smile up at him before he grabs my face and kisses me roughly again. “You’re mine and I’ll beat the shit out of Ted if he touches you like that again.”

He kisses me again before climbing off the bed to find a towel, using it to clean both of us up before tugging me under the blankets with him and wrapping his arms securely around my waist; ensuring I didn’t go anywhere.

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On Ted’s couch (Sorry Ted!) - Schlatt Smut

Well, Schlatt fucks you on Ted’s couch after a party. Heavily inspired by THIS (ty to my bbs on discord for this idea btw)

I really need to find my motivation to write longer things again :(

Cw: Smut, drinking, drunk sex, dub con, fingering, Schlatt is Schlatt yall

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Parties at Ted’s were always eventful, tons of drunk people coming and going; music playing in every room as people shouted over it to hear each other. Drinks were endless and everyone always seemed to enjoy themselves.

I told myself I wouldn’t drink so much this time, knowing I had to call an uber to get home. But as soon as Schlatt showed up, all hope was lost. He offered me drink after drink, ensuring my cup was never empty. He drank as much, if not more than me; yet he could stand on his own two feet as I swayed slightly.

Schlatt stood at the kitchen counter, talking to Ted about something streaming related as I clung to his side. Ted crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow at the sight; “You’re getting her drunk again?”

Schlatt just laughs, looking down at me as I sip from my cup again. “She gets herself drunk, I just guide her along.” He shrugs, pressing on the bottom of the cup and forcing more liquid into my mouth.

I gasp softly as he finally pulls the cup away, setting it on the counter. I wipe my mouth before clinging to his side again. Ted chuckles, picking up his drink and wandering away as Schlatt poured more tequila into my cup.

Towards the end of the night, Schlatt and I were cuddled together on Ted’s couch; an afghan blanket over our laps as I leaned my head on his shoulder.

“I should go home.” I murmur, trying to pull my phone from my pocket.

Schlatt grabs my wrist, keeping me from moving further, “Just stay the night here, I can drive you home in the morning.”

I look up at him, pressing my shoulder to the back of the couch; my vision doubling slightly as the alcohol continued to flow through my veins. I knew that I should tell him no, to hold my ground and order the uber. But he looks so hopeful, like he needs me to stay with him.

“Okay.” I mutter softly, pulling my hand away from my pocket and resting it in my lap.

A goofy smile breaks out on Schlatts face, he leans forward and kisses my temple firmly before pulling me into his side further.

Once the party dies down fully, everyone eventually finding their way out the front door. Ted wishes Schlatt and me a goodnight; demanding we don’t fuck on his couch before heading upstairs to his room.

Schlatt flips on the tv, some show playing quietly as we both stared at it in silence. He leans against the back of the couch, running his fingers through my hair slowly as my eyes flutter shut. He pulls away slightly, my eyes opening as I turn my head to look at him.

“Let me fuck you.” He practically demands, his pupils growing in size as he speaks.

My face flushes at his words, “Ted said-“

“Fuck what Ted said.” Schlatt growls, leaning in closer until our noses touched, “I’ll fuck you quietly. He’ll never know.”

I bite my cheek, blinking a few times as I process his words. My heart rate increases, my skin tingling under his touch now as my brain racks the pros and cons. I nod quickly, “Okay.” I whisper, “Quietly.”

Schlatt nods back, pushing himself forward to connect our lips. I breathe heavily as his fingers tangle in my hair, keeping me close to him as his tongue pushes past my lips; pressing against my own.

I groan softly at the feeling and Schlatt pulls away. “Shut up.” He grunts, tugging on my hair gently, “You’re supposed to be quiet.”

He kisses me again, smiling against my lips as I try to keep my noises down. His hands find my waist, slowly pulling me closer to him until I’m practically in his lap before I feel his fingers start to tug at the hem of my shirt and he breaks the kiss just long enough to pull it off. I smile softly, kissing him again before my own hands work to pull his shirt off.

Schlatt pushes me back just enough to hastily shove his shorts down his legs; leaving him bare to me as his already hard and leaking cock springs free. I bite my lip, tugging at my own pants to get them off quickly.

As soon as we’re both naked, our bodies are pressed together again; Schlatt pulls my hips against his and grunts softly as my wetness spreads against his thigh. I wrap my fingers around his length, my thumb spreading the precum over his tip as I smile sweetly at him.

“Jesus.” He moans quietly, one of his hands trailing down my leg slowly, parting my folds as watching the way his fingers come back shiny. He smiles at the sight, pressing his fingers into me quickly; his lips moving slowly down my neck and towards my chest. His mouth connects with one of my nipples; his teeth grazing it slightly.

I whimper quietly, my head falling back a bit as he curls his fingers inside me and switches to my other nipple. My hips move against his hand and my back arches into his mouth, my body craving more of him.

Schlatts free hand leaves my hip and he grabs the back of my neck, forcing my head forward as he pulled his fingers from me gently, admiring them one more time before he shoved them into my mouth. I groan around his fingers, licking them clean before he pulls away slowly.

“Fuck, I need to be in you.” Schlatt groans, adjusting his hips until his length is pressed against my entrance; he presses it against my clit a few times, gathering my wetness with his cock. I whine as he pushes himself in slowly, feeling every inch as he pushes in to the hilt.

One of my hands falls to the couch behind me, supporting my body as his hips started to thrust deeply against mine. His movements press his tip into my G-spot every time, my head lolling back in pleasure as I bite back my moans and rock my hips with his.

Schlatts hands slip around my waist, pressing against my back to keep my body close to his. My head falls back even further, my hair cascading down my shoulder as my neck is exposed to him. Schlatt leans in, covering my shoulder in kisses before biting into my neck gently.

Our hips move in time with each other, slamming into each other repeatedly as we both try to keep our noises quiet. My breathing quickens as my release starts to approach; my body squeezing around Schlatt as he presses his thumb against my clit.

“Fuck-“ I gasp out, each of his thrusts pulling the air from my lungs. My vision was clouding, my brain short circuiting and only thinking of him. “Please-“ I cry out softly.

Schlatt smirks mischievously, his hips pushing even deeper now. I can feel him pulse inside of me as he chases his own climax. “Come on, baby. Come on my cock, let’s ruin Ted’s couch.” Schlatt groans softly, his eyes watching me closely. “Need to feel you come around me.” His lips attach to my chest again; leaving soft hickeys along my skin.

His words and his tongue push me over, my body shaking slightly as I hide my face in his neck to dampen the sound of my moans. Schlatt hums contently, slowing his hips ever so slightly as he presses me back against the couch now; chasing his own high with the feeling of my own. His hips are rocking so gently yet so aggressively, I can still feel myself coming around him as he moves.

Schlatt groans as I squeeze around him again, he pulls out quickly and coming across my stomach. The warm liquid rolling off my side and onto the couch below as he strokes his length a few more times, milking himself for every drop.

Schlatt is panting heavily, his eyes on the mess he made as he composes himself. He chuckles quietly to himself, picking up his shirt off the ground and using it to clean his release off my stomach and between my thighs. He tosses the shirt down and leans forward, kissing me gently. “Aren’t you glad you stayed?” He whispers against my lips, pressing his body weight into mine and pulling the blanket over our bodies.

I hum, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling back down to lay against my chest. “Absolutely.” I murmur happily before drifting off to sleep, Schlatt starting to snore softly on top of me.

[schlattschlut]

porn star ted and schlatt please!!!!!

HERE IT IS

tbf my discord asked for this like, awhile ago… but you really inspired me so here you go!

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Zoom in - Pornstar!Schlatt x Reader x Pornstar!Ted Smut

I was requested to do Pornstar!Ted and Schlatt. This is that. Mwah. (Big shout out to my discord for helping me with 90% of this)

Cw: Smut, they literally make porn together. It’s another eiffel tower situation I’m sorry. Spit roasting. Spitting. Degradation. Dom!Ted. Switch!Schlatt.

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Originally, Schlatt could never picture himself as a sex worker of any kind. He didn’t think it was the life for him and he was genuinely uninterested. Though his feelings on it started to change as he watched Ted and I become more popular from it, he couldn’t deny the paychecks looked rather hefty and getting paid to come didn’t sound too bad either.

So he came to me one day, asking to come over and chat; showing up at my door not long after. He looked nervous, fidgeting around and stumbling over his words.

I cross my arms, staring at him and waiting for him to spit it out.

“I wanna start a page like… yours.” He finally admits.

I raise an eyebrow, smirking slightly. “You wanna do porn?” I question.

This only flusters him further, he glares at me before responding. “Yes, I want to do porn. Can you just help me?”

I laugh softly at his words, “Of course I’ll help you.” I respond, reaching on my pocket and pulling out my phone.

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Ted was close to being considered an A list porn star. He earned his following quickly by being a solo artist; but he often branched out into collaborations. I didn’t have quite as much status as him, so I knew he’d be the perfect person to ask when Schlatt came to me asking for help getting started on his own career.

Ted was an incredibly professional person, he was always on time; making sure everything was set up and everyone was happy and safe before starting any sessions. He was no different when I came to him as a fellow actor, asking if he’d help me help our friend. Of course he agreed, even offering up his own studio to film in.

That’s how we got here, Schlatt, Ted and I all standing around a bedroom set; getting ready to film several intimate scenes.

Ted was just supposed to stay behind the camera. He figured since Schlatt was so new, it was only right to have a closed set. But as he directed Schlatt and I to get a few kissing scenes; he seemed to become restless as he watched through the view finder of the camera.

I place my hands on Schlatts neck, running my thumbs over his jaw as he pulled me closer by my waist. “Pretend it’s just us.” I murmur to Schlatt before he leans down and connects our lips on an intense kiss. One of his hands moves from my waist to cup the back of my head, keep my lips against his as he tongue pushes into my mouth. I groan softly; wrapping my arms around his neck. I can feel Schlatt start to relax as his body melts into mine and his breathing evens out.

“Okay.” Ted’s voice breaks us out of our trance. We pull away; panting heavily, our lips swollen and shining from the kiss. I turn my gaze to Ted, seeing him shift to the side uncomfortably for a moment. “Let’s give the people what they want.”

Ted waves at us, clearly anticipating us to obey his directions. I roll my eyes, kicking off my pants and climbing into the bed as I pull my shirt off.

“So pushy.” I tease, leaning forward and grabbing Schlatt by the front of his shirt; pulling him into the bed with me. I help him pull his shirt over his head, my fingers immediately moving to work on his belt. Ted scoffs and looks through the camera again; zooming in on my hands on Schlatts jeans. “Ted likes to act like everyone should just be ready to go.” I state.

Schlatt laughs, pushing his pants and boxers down his waist; freeing his already fully hard cock. He immediately wraps his hand around the base and strokes it slowly, “Who said I’m not ready?” He taunts.

I blink several times, watching precum leak from the tip onto the mattress below us. I fall down onto my elbows, staring up at Schlatt as I grab his length with my own hand; kissing the tip quickly before taking it in my mouth.

He groans, throwing his head back as one of his hands tangles in my hair while the other cups my cheek gently. His hips rock forward slightly. I gag around him and he pulls out quickly; watching my face closely.

“She can take it.” Ted comments before Schlatt can say anything. I just nod; taking him in my mouth again. This time I don’t gag as he presses down into my throat.

“Holy fuck.” Schlatt grunts, his grip on my hair tightening as he tries to resist the urge to push deeper. I lean forward, allowing him to slide further in. The sound of his moans enough motivation for me to start moving over his length quickly.

Ted brings the camera closer, pointing it at my throat to show the way Schlatt was moving inside. Ted groans softly before stepping away; his self control is slipping with every moment that passes. “Fuck, Schlatt. You’re making her look like the whore she is.” Ted laughs softly, “Keep fucking her throat like that.”

Schlatts breathing gets heavy, he’s staring at the ceiling as his hips rock against my face. He pulls out suddenly with a groan, tugging on my hair and pulling me up to face him, “Gotta fuck you.” He grunts demandingly. He turns me around quickly, pressing my face into the mattress as he lines his cock up with my

core.

“Wait.” Ted speaks just before Schlatt sheaths himself. We both look towards him, watching as he attaches the camera to the tripod and immediately starts to disrobe. “This is too hot to miss out on.”

He presses record on the camera again and climbs into the bed in front of me. He lovingly brushes my hair from my eyes as I stare up at him, he wipes the few tears that fell from Schlatts previous acts; knowing he was about to create more himself.

Schlatt finally presses into me, groaning at the resistance as my body tried to adjust to his size. He rocks his hips gently, his thumb pressed against my clit until he’s fully seated within me. “There you go, toots.” He sighs contently.

“She takes cock so well, such a good girl.” Ted praises.

I whimper softly and press my hips back ever so slightly as I feel Schlatts tip press against my cervix. Ted grabs my chin, forcing me to look up at him as I moan around Schlatts cock again.

“Open.” He states, squishing my cheeks to get me to open my mouth. I obey his command and open my mouth; sticking out my tongue for him. Ted purses his lips slightly before spitting directly on my tongue. He doesn’t wait for a response as he presses his tip against my tongue; groaning as I allow him further into my mouth. Teds hands hold the sides of my face as he moves in and out of my throat repeatedly. Every time he presses a little deeper; seeing how far he can go.

Schlatt grips my hip tightly, one of his hands coming around to press his fingers against my clit as his own hips press him deeper into me. He groans louder every time I squeeze around him, only encouraging me to do it more.

“Let me fuck her.” Ted commands gruffly, pulling himself from my throat. Schlatt pulls back, allowing Ted to flip me onto my back.

Ted presses his cock into me quickly; hitting just slightly deeper than Schlatt.

“Fuck.” I whimper, my head falling back as I look up at Schlatt. He’s stroking his own length again as he looks down at me.

“Go on.” Ted commands again, “Come down her throat.”

Schlatt looks to me for approval but I simply smile at him, opening my mouth and sticking out my tongue again. He groans at the sight, one of his hands supporting him against the bed as he pressed himself past my lips slowly. I hollow my cheeks and Schlatts head falls forward; he’s panting heavily as his now free hand reaching forward and squeezing my breast softly, his thumb stroking over my nipple gently.

Ted hums, mimicking Schlatts actions on the other side. “Gonna come in you, you little fucking slut.” Ted groans out, pinching my nipple harshly as his thrusts became sloppy and he released inside of me, his come immediately leaking out around himself as his thrusts slow. His thumb on my clit pushes me over the edge; I squeeze around him repeatedly as my back arches under him and stars cloud my vision.

Schlatt watches the moment, the sight of Ted’s come dripping out of me was enough to push him over. He looks down to where he was pressing against my throat, his hips pressing forward fully as he comes with a low grunt.

Both men are panting heavily, their bodies drenched in sweat. Schlatt pulls out first, apologizing softly as a string of saliva and cum connect my lips to him. Ted just hisses, rubbing my thigh softly to soothe my now sore muscles. Schlatt collapses back against the pillows as he tries to catch his breath still. Ted climbs off the bed to grab a towel for everyone.

“I’d say we got plenty of footage to work with.” I murmur to Schlatt, crawling up the bed slowly to lay next to him.

Ted laughs, coming back with towels and water bottles. “The camera died like ten minutes ago.”

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affection with bf!schlatt

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warnings: fem!reader

he’s always using the softest and sweetest voice with you.

his touches are also very sweet and intentional. he wants you to know how much he loves you through his actions.

i don’t think he’d be super into PDA but he’s not afraid to hold you hand on place a hand on the small of your back while walking.

it’s all very subtle.

at home though? he’s all over you. he’s laying his head in your lap or chest, he’s pulling you into his lap, he giving you kisses all over. he’d never let you outta his sight.

he’d be wrapped around your finger.

like “whatever you want, doll.” is his motto.

he’d do anything to make you smile.

he says the most sugary sweet things to you on the daily.

“C’mere, toots. Gimmie a kiss.” || “Sugar, sit on my lap.” || “Lemme hold you.” || “Wanna see that pretty face, babydoll.”

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ohhh i love him so bad

~bunnie

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Camera Flash - Schlatt smut

Schlatt always has a camera pointed at you.

Anyway, here you go

Cw: smut, sex tapes, fingering, yk the works

Schlatt couldn’t help it, his love for physical media and me were both too strong. He couldn’t really be blamed that he had a stack of polaroids of me, several cassette tapes piled in into a locked box underneath our shared bed; images he kept for his eyes only.

Except for the times he wanted me to see them too, placing the box in the bed and putting in the code, flipping it open while he smirks at me. “Please?” He begs slightly, “You look so good in this one.” He mutters, pulling out a specific tape, one dated just over two months ago.

“Schlatt…” I mumble, standing next to him and staring down at the tape in his hands. I knew exactly which one it was, considering it was also labeled Bathtub. I didn’t mind Schlatts urge to keep a camera on me, I found it incredibly endearing. But even all of the tapes locked away in the box are filmed from his perspective, only showing my body and none of him. He knew how much I preferred to be looking at him in those moments, but he still couldn’t help but beg me to watch them anyway.

“I can make it fun.” He states, setting the tape on the bed and closing the box, shoving it back in its place under the bed before picking up the tape again and grabbing my hand, pulling me with him towards his desk where his cassette player was set up.

He slides the tape into the player, turning on the small tv next to it that he insisted was the only right way to enjoy physical media like this.

Schlatt sits down in his chair as the video starts, he grabs my waist and pulls me into his lap to watch along with him. His lips attach to my neck while he keeps his eyes on the video screen, watching the replay of us in the bath together, his hands running over my body and causing suds to slide along my skin.

I whine as he bites my neck, his fingers start to slide along my inner thigh, pushing my dress up my hips as he did. My hand reaches up to tangle in his hair, tugging on it softly as he bites my neck again.

My eyes flutter close for a moment and my head lolls back before Schlatt lifts his head from my shoulder, grabbing my cheeks and forcing my face back to the tv. “Eyes on the screen.” He mutters, his fingers running along the edge of my underwear as he ensures I’m watching the tv. “This is my favorite part.” He mutters, pulling his hand from my cheeks to point at the screen just as he slides into me on camera, my moans audible and making me blush in real time as I feel his fingers slip past my underwear, his middle finger running along my folds before pressing against my clit.

My eyes are still on the screen, watching the water splash as my hips moved over Schlatt and he smacked my ass repeatedly.

He moans behind me, slipping just his middle finger into me, pressing against the sensitive spot inside me. My breath catches in my throat as he adds his ring finger, his fingers curling faster now as he listened to the way my body reacted.

Schlatts free hand pushing my dress down my shoulders, exposing my chest to him; his fingers pinching my nipple and he hummed at the way they hardened.

“Look at you.” He mutters, referring to the version of me on the tv, “You always look so good on my cock.”

His words make my head spin, his teeth grazing my ear as he pants heavily, his hips bucking against my ass as his fingers start to get deeper, his movements deliberate and well planned. It was an entire possibility that he could get me off better than I could, seeming to know my body even better than me.

I feel coil in my stomach grow tighter, wanting desperately to be released. “Schlatt…” I whine, almost as a warning.

“Yeah, baby? You gonna come?” He whispers into my ear, already knowing what I was trying to say. “Gonna come from watching me fuck you, huh?” He taunts.

I nod frantically, my eyes watching the screen closely as the feeling built even more. I was right on the edge, squeezing around Schlatts fingers just before he pulls away completely; leaving me whimpering at the loss of contact.

“Need you to come around me.” He states, lifting me from the chair and carrying me over to the bed. He unzips his pants, pushing them down and freeing his length from his boxers. He runs his cock over my folds a few times, gathering my

juices as lubricant before sliding himself into me slowly. He grips my thighs roughly, pushing against the way my body resisted him at first. Once he’s fully seated in me, I whine and squeeze around him, “There you go.” He mumbles, “Knew you could take me.”

His words force a moan out of me as his hips start to rock slowly. My eyes roll back as he starts to speed them up.

Schlatt lets go of my legs, pushing my dress up just far enough to expose my chest to him. He leans forward, pursing his lips and spitting on my breast before taking my nipple in his mouth. He hums softly, his eyes closing and his body relaxing for a moment before he pulls away with a pop.

He leans back, admiring my body under him as his hips hammered forward.

My eyes close, I sigh softly and trail my hands along his chest as the shifting of his hips clouded my brain. I don’t even register that he’s picked up his polaroid camera until the flash hits me and I open my eyes, watching the photo print slowly from the camera as he pulls his face away from the view finder.

Schlatt grins, grabbing the picture and setting it on the bed next to us. “Sorry toots.” He mutters, picking up the camera and angling it lower; capturing just the way our bodies connected, “You’re too hot not to.” He states, setting that picture down and picking up the other to show me. I blush, shoving his hand and the photo away.

“Let me.” I mumble, reaching for his camera.

Schlatt laughs, holding the device up and out of my reach, “No way toots.” He replies quickly, “This film is reserved for your pretty face.”

I whine, pouting up at him, “No fair.” I huff, “I want pictures of you.”

A smirk crosses Schlatts face, “I’ll have to buy you your own camera then.”

I groan, crossing my arms, “So not fair.” I mutter, pouting further as he lowers the camera again and snaps another photo of me.

He doesn’t let me complain further, not even waiting for the photo to print fully as he sets the camera down on the bed and slams his hips against mine.

My breath catches in my throat and my back arches; Schlatt grabbing my waist and holding me down against him as he starts to thrust steadily.

He smiles as he hears my moans, the look on his face incredibly smug. He takes one hand off my waist to press his thumb against my clit; a whimper escaping me as he starts to move in small circles.

Schlatt laughs softly, his free hand now wrapped around my throat as he stares down at me. “Too dumb to complain now.” He groans, his hips not slowing down as he chased his own high. I squeeze around him and he grunts softly, his hips stuttering. “Goddamnit.” He mutters, his hips stilling as he comes in me.

Schlatt lifts his body off of mine, his hips rolling slowly. “Say cheese.” He chuckles, grabbing his camera and snapping a photo as soon as I come around him.

Schlatt sets the camera back down, laying his chest on top of mine as he worked to catch his breath. I glance at the camera, picking it up quickly and pointing it at the two of us; pressing the button quickly.

The camera flashes and Schlatt groans in annoyance; “You’ll pay for that.” He grumbles as I feel him start to harden again, his hips pressing forward.

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They just kept going 💀💀

Some scooby doo stuff right there man

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Look at [Empire State Building]! Big building. That's a big building!

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Woah :0🎀

WHY IS HE JUST THE MOST PRECIOUS HUMAN BEING ON EARTH!! STIMMING ISNT ENOUGH I WANNA SQUISH HIM LIKE A STRESS TOY

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Smoke Sesh - Ted Nivison smut

Smoking with Ted is never just smoking.

Cw: Smut, fingering, weed, smoking weed obviously, high sex, Teddy as a dom 🫶🏻

wc: 1,428

Ted pulled me into his lap as we sat on the patio in our backyard. He grabs the joint and lighter from the table, lifting it to my lips and covering the other end as he lit it, “Here baby.” He mumbles, watching as the cherry burns red while I inhale.

I smile, turning my body around and pressing my lips against his, passing the smoke to his lungs as I did.

Ted groans, blowing out the smoke before bringing the joint to his own lips and inhaling again. His eyes stay on me as he breathes in, I squirm slightly in his lap as he smirks.

“What?” He asks condescending, already knowing what was bothering me.

“Nothing.” I mutter, reaching out for the joint again. Ted doesn’t hand it to me, instead bringing it back to my mouth for me, his fingers brushing over my lips as he did.

“Come on, pet.” He replies lowly, his free hand coming down to squeeze my though, pulling my legs apart slightly. “I know something is bothering you.”

I glare at him softly, watching him take another hit, a whine escaping me as I see his jaw set. Ted exhales and smiles, offering me another hit which I take.

“Oh, so it’s me?” He asks, clearly trying to determine what exactly has me wiggling against him.

“Course it’s you.” I reply quietly, feeling my cheeks warm up as he watched me closely.

Ted’s hand on my thigh pulls them apart even further, his fingers sliding up closer to my core as he hummed in thought, “What about me though?” He questions, raising an eyebrow.

He ashes the joint, hitting it again. Before he can exhale, I grab his cheeks softly and kiss him, breathing in his smoke quickly. Ted chuckles, kissing me a few more times before allowing me to breathe out.

“You must like watching me smoke, huh princess?” He’s words are soft and definitely teasing. A smile grows on his face as he watches me grow embarrassed, knowing he guessed correctly.

I sigh, grabbing his wrist and pulling the joint from between his fingers, doing as he did for me and lifting it to his mouth. Ted rolls his eyes, leaning in and taking a hit.

Ted’s expression changes a bit. He slowly drags one of his hands up my back until it’s pressed against my neck, he forces my head closer to his as he kisses me. His other hand slides up the inside of my thigh, pushing up my dress and brushing along the edge of my underwear softly.

I whimper, my hands finding their place on his chest as he keeps my lips against his; allowing his tongue to slip past my teeth, stating his dominance silently.

Ted pulls away slowly, laughing at the way I submitted to him so easily. “Sweet girl.” He mutters, it almost sounds sympathetic but I can tell he’s mocking me. He nods towards the joint in my hand, I take his hint and lift it to his lips.

Ted hums appreciatively, inhaling the smoke as his fingers pushed my underwear to the side, his fingertips now gathering my slick as he kept his eyes on me.

Ted exhales, bringing his lips to my neck; pressing soft kisses to my skin that slowly turned more aggressive until he was sinking his teeth into my shoulder, two of his fingers slipping into me without warning.

I gasp, my head falling back as his fingers immediately press against the spongy part inside of me; his digits slowly pushing against it repeatedly as he brought his thumb to my clit.

“Take a hit.” He orders. I whine before bringing the joint to my lips and obeying his instructions.

When I breathe out, Ted’s fingers push even further; my hips pressing against his hand as he did. I set the joint down in the ashtray next to us, not even noticing the fact it was still lit as my thoughts focused solely on Ted and the way he made me crumble under his hold.

I hear Ted chuckle again, my body vibrating slightly as he did. He grabs my hair again, tugging my head to keep my eyes on his.

“Does everything I do make you wet?” Ted asks tauntingly, “Can’t even breathe and you’re trying to jump my bones.”

I whimper, batting my lashes at him, “Can’t help it.” I mutter, “You’re just hot.”

Ted’s continued laughter only seems to fuel my desire for him, further proving his point. “Maybe you’re just horny.” He replies, placing a gentle kiss to the side of my mouth.

I tilt my head, trying to chase his lips with my own. “Those can both be true statements.” I huff, finally connecting my lips to his.

Ted allows me to kiss him, his fingers inside me now speeding up as he deepened the kiss further. Ted isn’t a fan of my defiance, even if it was just a snarky remark, he always had to remind me who was in control. My body starts to shake in his hold, whines for him and pleas to come escaping my lips repeatedly.

Ted pulls his fingers out, ignoring my protests as he pulled me off his lap, standing up next to me and pulling his pants down his legs.

He grabs my hips, turning me to face the table in front of us and grabbing the back of my neck again. He pushes my face forward, the cool glass of the patio table against my skin makes me shiver.

“Teddy…” I whine softly, only causing him to push my face further into the table.

“Be quiet.” He replies gruffly, pulling my underwear to the side again before sinking his length into me in a moment. “This is all you’re good for, isn’t it?” His voice is low as he snaps his hips forward. “Taking my cock.”

I nod against the cold glass, pushing my hips back against his as his grips my hips tighter.

He picks up the joint from the ash tray, tsking as he realized it was still lit. He places the joint between his lips, grabbing my hips with both hands again as he started moving me against him while he inhaled.

His hand makes harsh contact with my ass, my hips only pushing further against his as I moan at the feeling.

Ted lowers the joint to my lips, allowing me to hit it once more before it fully went out.

His hips start to stutter, his steady rhythm losing itself as I squeeze around him. “Fuck.” Ted gasps, “Do that again.”

I squeeze again, enjoying the way his breathing faltered and small curses fell from his lips as I did.

“So tight already.” He whines, “Gonna cum if you keep squeezing my cock like that.”

I smile, tilting my head to look at him and squeezing around him once more. I gasp as he flips me over, wrapping my legs around his waist as his thumb finds my clit without us disconnecting.

His thrusts are faster, clearly intent on chasing his own release; his thumb rubs circles on my clit, making my body convulse slightly with every movement.

Ted grabs my face, his eyes focused on mine, “Watch me when you come.” He states, “I wanna watch you fall apart.”

I nod, my hands steadying themselves on his shoulders as I kept my eyes on his. His pupils were blown, his eyes half lidded as he breathed heavily.

I could tell he was close, he watch reaching out for any part of me he could grab; his dominance slipping ever so slightly as he groans.

His hips slide forward again, seating in me fully as I feel him come inside me. His release pressing warmly against my walls as it slide out around him.

Ted is panting, trying to recover while also rocking his hips, guiding me through my own release as he praises me softly, his eyes still on mine. He presses kisses from my ear to my shoulder until he can finally breathe again.

When he pulls his face from my neck, we stare at each other for a moment. I giggle, realizing just how high we had both managed to get. His eyes were red, sweat dripping down his forehead as he pushed his wet hair from his face.

He grabs my face, running his thumb over my bottom lip before kissing me slowly, “Let’s not waste this high.” He mutters as I feel him start to grow hard again.

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OH MY GOD I NEEEED TO RIDE HIM UNTIL HES SHOOTING BLANKS PLEASEEEEE

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word of advice to this girl: draw better

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Schlatt with a tattoo artist partner ??👀

OKAY SO, I’m not a tattoo artist so bare with me but I can see the vision

(This is just fluff btw)

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Schlatt has said he’ll never get tattoos (jokingly but probably still true), however I can totally just see him being so supportive of your work.

Like if you’re ever sitting in the couch just sketching new ideas or working on a new piece, he’ll sit next to you and pull you into his lap; resting his head on your shoulder like, “What’re you working on toots?”

He loves your work so much and just being your partner slowly starts to sway him towards wanting tattoos himself. He’ll always joke that you’re going to become too famous for him, despite being famous himself. He swears you’re going to become so well known you never have time for him, he says it as a joke but he pulls you a little closer in that moment; not enjoying the thought of losing your attention.

He keeps pictures of your art in his phone cause he loves showing everyone how talented you are. If you have one, he’s handing out your business card to anyone who compliments it.

I could even see him asking you to design stickers or merch for the store, something in your style because he just loves it so much.

He’d love any tattoos you had as well, idly tracing his fingers over the lines every time you sat near each other. He loves kissing them too, just tracing them with his lips as he moves over your body. He’d tell you which ones he loved the most (Though he loves them all)

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Okay my brain stopped working here, I hope this is good 😭