#chuckle sammy fluff

[pray4saint]

My friend, do you think you could write something for dteam and chucky sammy about if they were having to sleep on the couch or something after an argument?

in the doghouse

masterlist & descrip. tv-ma. 15+. arguments. established relationships. bf!ted, bf!charlie, bf!schlatt. suggestive endings for ted & charlie, fluffy ending with schlatt.

started july 29th, finished sept 5th.

a/n. i'm writing dteam and chuckle sammy separately so here's chuckle sammy, tags: @st4rrybear & @slxtmeri

a/n 2. took like, a month off from writing this but here it FINALLY IS / as i'm finishing this, all of these feel a little out of character, esp schlatt's bc it was rushed but WHATEVER, lmk what you think

ted nivison

you don't even tell him anything, you just bring out a pillow and a blanket to the living room

your boyfriend laughs, ”are you serious?” you nod, ”as a fuckin' heart attack.” your arms remain crossed while you turn to storm off to the bedroom. he looks at your fleeting figure almost questioningly, like it still confuses him. at least until you slam the door behind you, then it becomes so much more real.

unfortunately for ted, he knew he couldn't sleep without you in his arms, or at the very least by his side. after a moment of thought and going back and forth over if it was really worth it to upset you again, he made his way down the hall and pushed the door open without a second thought. his eyes are trained on the floor when he first speaks, ”y/n, angel, honey–” and then he gets choked up, his gaze moving up to you, bare-chested. ”ted i told you to sleep on the couch!” you cross your arms over your chest and ted shakes his head, stepping closer to you. ”you know i can't do that.” he doesn't stop, his steps only getting closer. his arms find their way to yours, and his eyes train themselves on yours. ”teddy, go.” you pull one hand away and point behind him at the door. ”i can't do that either.”

you sigh, trying to keep your angered tone. ”and why is that?”

”because i'm not used to sleeping without you.” he puts on his best dramatics with his next words. ”if you send me back out there, my love, i'll just wait for you to fall asleep and find my way back in here to sleep with you anyways.” you try so hard to bite back the smile that wants so badly to peek out and say hi to him.

with matched dramatics, you let out another sigh. ”fine, but you're gonna have to make it up to me, you know that right?” you look up at him, smile tugging at your lips, and he pulls your chest flush against his chest. he leans down, voice barely a whisper in your ear. ”can i start now?” you nod breathlessly, and ted's lips attach to your neck. ”your wish is my command angel.” oh.

charlie slimecicle

'you know what charlie? you can sleep on the couch tonight.'

he yells back at you. ”but baby, i'm sorry!” you suck air in through your teeth, shaking your head at him. ”it's too late now charlie, now i'm going to bed, i suggest you get some rest.”

charlie waits for you to get back to the bedroom, genuinely debating with himself if he should just sleep on the couch and give you space or go on and beg for forgiveness. ultimately, charlie decided he'd try to sleep on the couch, alone, without you. the thought of it alone sent shivers down his spine and chills up his arms.

your boyfriend tossed and turned on the couch, trying to get comfortable, but he just couldn't. not without you. he sat up, groggy. then his head whipped around at the sound of your footsteps padding down the hallway. the flick of a light switch and the buzz of the lightbulb turned on revealed your figure, sloppily walking in, trying not to wake up too much. but it was too late for charlie, now he was invested in getting back in bed next to you.

he trotted his way back into the bedroom, trying to think of any and every possible solution to make you forgive him.

”y/n?” you jump back when you hear his voice combined with the feeling of his hands on your hips, pulling you closer. ”charlie what the fuck? you scared me.” his shoulders slump down, oops. ”i need you to forgive me. please? i'm sorry.” your eyes adjusted to the darkness quickly and when they did, you could see charlie sat on the bed, legs crossed, hands reached out to thumb circles into your sides, eyes trained on your face even in the dark.

”baby–” you place your hands on his shoulders and he lets out a deep breath. in all honesty, you'd forgotten your anger at him an hour ago, but you still knew he was like soft clay in your hands and under your gaze. ”i can forgive you, no problem, but..” his eyes brightened up and you could feel how his hands tensed against your hips. ”i need to know how you're gonna make it up to me.” your hands flip up so it's just your fingertips dancing along his shoulders. your tone is laced with faux patronisation but he doesn't pick up on it. his hands squeeze at your sides before moving around the front of the waistband of your underwear. ”maybe..” you pull the edge of your bottom lip under your upper teeth with a smile. ”that could work.”

jschlatt

'you can sleep your ass on the couch tonight.'

schlatt tilts his head at you with this condescending look. ”drop the attitude.” at his statement, you return to your argument, getting in his face about it. he tries to bite back the amused smile tugging at his lips at how upset you are before he reaches for your arm, holding you still. ”did'ya not hear me doll?” he pauses for a second, looking down at you. ”drop the fuckin' attitude.”

you have to fight the urge to laugh. ”yeah, no. i recognise that tone, you're not domming your way out of this one.” even though you said it, you weren't a hundred percent sure if you meant it, but still, you held your ground. your boyfriend groans, and his tone of voice changes. ”baby are you serious?” he's almost pleading, and it surprised you how quickly his attitude went from trying to fuck his way out of trouble to being seemingly on the verge of tears. you nod at the taller man, ”yeah. i'll bring you a pillow and a blanket.” you tell him, shaking your arm out of his hard grip before rubbing gently over the spot on your arm.

”but.. no. no no no.” he's calmer now, but still upset. he follows you all the way back to your bedroom. ”i'm sorry baby.” he says almost sheepishly and for a moment, you consider just letting it go, after all; you knew he didn't realise how important the argument was to you. but you had to hold your ground, it'd been a mistake you'd made in past relationships. ”sorry for what j?” you ask, turning around in the doorway to face him – or more accurately, look up at him. despite how much bigger he was than you, you and him both knew that you were in charge here, and despite how difficult it was to get it out, he apologised, again.

”see, now was that so hard?” you ask, a smile spreading across your face as your hands reach up to hold his cheeks. he scoffs and fights the urge to roll his eyes. ”n-no.” you pull his face closer to yours and press a small kiss to his lips. ”you can come to bed later, alright?” he perks up and moves his arms around you, nodding with a wide grin. by later, you meant when he was actually ready to go to bed because you know streamers (no matter how rare they stream), basically nocturnal. ”i love you sweetheart.”

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

[k4lenz]

big guy ✮ jschlatt x fem!reader hcs

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a/n: what up! i wrote this for my gorgeous loml best friend @plantring who definitely wasn’t holding me at gunpoint, and i’ve been meaning to write a schlatt fic for ages! so, here you go. big guy. maybe charlie next 👀 also the song was just the song i’ve been repeating and had in mind while i wrote this fic ! i hope you guys like it :)

notes: jambo, other unnamed cat referred to as ‘burnt soup’, swearing, cuddles, nicknames, twitch, wii games series, tucker keane & Ted nivison, chuckle sandwich mention, romantic, drinking, hobbies, singing, SFW, NSFW UNDER THE CUT!! , grabby schlatt /pos

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☼ toots. he calls you toots, all the time, every day. it’s either a cheesy nickname, sweets, toots, baby, sweetheart, or sugar. he’s new yorkian yk.

☾ he’ll call you them before you even start dating, just to watch your cheeks flush pink and lips fall agape. the image ingrained in his mind permanently.

☼ such a flirt, before you start dating. he’ll make a wild joke to nobody in particular when you’re with friends, noticing how everybody will laugh but yours is hoarse. watching you squirm in your seat as he lets out a little chuckle, is how he gathers you like him.

☾ you’re the flirtiest friends, and everyone can see it but you two.

☼ maybe your mutual point of realisation is at his house, when he complains about shaving and you offer to shave his chops. “y’better not fuck this up, lady. these are the money bags.” he’d tease, making you laugh. you sit on his lap, claiming it’s for ‘better access’ as you clean up his face.

☾ like i said with ted, schlatt’s also a romantic. maybe a little more old school, but definitely romantic. he’d ask you out on a date first, with pretty flowers and that charming fucking smile. then ask you to be his girlfriend. what? he isn’t a pussy.

☼ if you two don’t live together, he likes seeing you in his space more. he can’t quite describe why, maybe it’s just waking up with you tangled in his sheets in his bed in his room with his cats cuddling up next to you like you’ve been there forever.

☾ speaking of the cats, they’ve picked you over him. if you both call their names at the same time, both the cats will come running to you as if schlatt isn’t even there.

☼ “what the fuck?” he mutters, picking up jambo. “i pay for your food, house you, give you love and attention. and this is how you repay me, shithead? huh? by picking her over me? fuck you!” he frowns, holding jambo up as the orange cat simply meows in response. jambo’s paw finds his nose, and schlatt’s eyes glance at you. seeing you giggling as you cuddled burnt soup like a baby. “you too, you fuckin’ traitor.” he proclaims, pointing at the purring black cat in your hands who’s giving him the cutest stare ever.

☾ huh, kind of reminds him of you.

☼ if you have a pet too, even better.

☾ got a cat? he’ll try and make your cat love him more then you. it doesn’t work, but if you comment he’ll say it’s a work in progress. insists on feeding it every time he’s at your house, probably figures out some sort of nickname for your kitty. cuddles it every chance he gets.

☼ got a dog? he’ll pretend he doesn’t like it, call it dopey since he’s always proclaiming he doesn’t like dogs. but you catch him babying and cuddling your dog when he thinks you’re not around too often to believe him.

☾ best believe jambo and burnt soup will get mad at him when he comes home with another animal’s smell on him, but never get mad at you. he’s such a softie for pets.

☼ schlatt was quite the private man, not a very big fan of making things public on the internet. he knew how people could be. he wouldn’t want to expose you to that, at least not until he was sure you’d be okay with it and you’d been in a relationship for a while.

☾ didn’t mean he couldn’t leave a few subtle messages for his chat, though. maybe a pair of pink slippers on his floor or some jewellery. when chat would notice and spam, he’d smirk.

☼ “what, chat? th’re obviously mine.” he chuckled. gaslighting his twitch as much as he could. if you asked, he’d say it was an accident and he didn’t notice. he’s a good liar to everyone but you.

☾ after a while, he’d open the idea up to you. whether it be a stream, or a youtube video where he can blur your face. but he has one rule.

☼ wii games. he wants to bring back wii games.

☾ and of course since you’re both equally competitive fucks, it turns into a laughing, yelling and tackling match as you both play every wii game imaginable. spewing insults at each other when the other misses in wii tennis, bickering like an elderly couple, screaming and cheering in victory. him claiming he let you win.

☼ “if you win anythin’, that is.” he’d murmur with that dumb grin.

☾ which you reply to with a string of curses and insults

☼ he couldn’t imagine anything more hilarious. plus click bait.

☾ he brings you to chuckle week (RIP CHUCKLE FOREVER IN OUR HEARTS </3) and you all decide to play some of the board games that look like they’re collecting dust in the airBNB you all are staying in.

☼ scrabble? you and schlatt team, ted and tucker team, and you practically knock them off the fucking board. guess who? they’re cooked. uno? reverse. chess? checkmate. you’re winning every time, together for once, and giggling about it too.

☾ “connect 4!” schlatt bellowed, as you two won at yet another game. you sat at the dining table of the airbnb, sitting opposite each other in pairs playing another dusty game. “what the fuck? you two are cheating or some shit.” ted huffs and tucker shakes his head and laughs, with you and schlatt cuddled up with your manic grins and wins in every game under your belt.

☼ turns out putting two competitive (crazy, as tucker calls you) people on a team works.

☾ let’s just say no matter who you’re playing with, you two always win game night.

☼ schlatt will pretend that he doesn’t like whatever hobby you have, playfully rolling his eyes, but if you catch him marvelling at you doing said hobby? no you didn’t.

☾ he’ll let you drag him wherever, but not without complaints. he’ll hold your hand wherever, never let you pay whenever you go out.

☼ “that’s silly.” he’d argue, pushing your card away. “christ, woman. ’m gonna have to fuckin’ confiscate your card ‘n replace it with my own soon.”

☾ he’ll hold you whenever, especially if you like it. whether it be his arm around your shoulders, on your waist, or maybe even a hand in your back pocket

☼ especially in crowds, he’s got you close so you can get through it to where you need to go. he’d hate to lose you in a crowd, not a chance.

☾ he’d get drunk, you’d try and kiss him and he’d be like “fuck off. i have a loving girlfriend.”

☼ and you’d be like “j i’m ur girlfriend.”

☾ “oh! hi girlfriend :)” and then kisses you.

☼ tries to act tough but he’s such a big softie at heart.

☾ he also gets jealous if he catches anyone simply just glancing at you, big 6”4 boy just gives them a simple look

☼ “achlatt! that guy was literally just doing his job.” “don’t give a fuck, y’re my girlfriend. no need for him t’be so cheery to ya.” but he’d also be annoyed if they weren’t nice to you.

☾ sometimes, you’ll catch him cooking and singing to himself as he plays music on a speaker. some glen campbell, maybe arctic monkeys. but he gets embarrassed, despite literally having a christmas album and a real good voice.

☼ “i don’t sing, sugar.” schlatt would argue, food cooking and arms wrapped around your waist as you two gently swayed to the music playing in his kitchen.

☾ a lie that was, you called bullshit

☼ and you’d both sing to whatever was on the speaker, laughing and just holding each other close as you two danced properly. spinning you, dipping you. his hair messy, a look of admiration on his face. no matter how uncoordinated you two were, it was right in your eyes.

☾ same thing i said about ted goes, big broad tall man mmmmm

☼ gives the best cuddles

☾ got plushies in your room? he’ll buy you more, and have fake beef with them. rolling his eyes if you argue that they’re your children.

☼ deep down he knows he loves them

☾ and you

☼ mostly you

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☼ he’s such a sweetheart in bed

☾ bitey bitey man. he can’t sit still for long

☼ as long as you’re in the privacy of your own home, whatever you’re doing, bet that his lips will be finding your neck.

☾ “can’t help it. taste too good.” he’d complain if you’d whine, that stupid shit eating grin on his gorgeous face. his hands on your hips, and his mouth leaving pinks, purples and reds that he knew you’d have to cover up tomorrow for work.

☼ he’s whipped. absolutely fucking whipped. pussy whipped.

☾ he’d do anything you asked, especially if you were promising to let him fuck you the minute you got through the door of either of your houses.

☼ horny motherfucker.

☾ in terms of oral, he loves giving and receiving equally

☼ watching you tremble underneath him as he hooks your thighs onto his shoulders and messily eats your pussy, sucking on your clit like it’s his last meal and he’s a starving man. his hands squeezing said thighs as you writhe, eyes watching your every reaction. impossibly harder at your every noise.

☾ and then also, “i didn’t say hover, sweetheart, i said sit.” making you sit on his face, pulling your hips down with his arms tucked under your thighs. devouring you and your perfect fucking cunt.

☼ pulling away later, lips and chops covered in your cum. licking his lips. “light as a fuckin’ feather, baby. don’t know what’cha talkin about.” if you were to ask if you were too heavy.

☾ but then also

☼ running his fingers through your hair as he looked down at you, on your knees so prettily for him. soft groans and sighs coming from his lips, eyes lidded, as you sucked his cock and looked up at him with lust. watching you wrap your lips around it inbetween his legs. tracing your tongue along the veins. pulling your hair, but never too hard: god, he was absolutely feral.

☾ he’s definitely dominant, but he isn’t harsh. he couldn’t stand seeing you hurt. like i said, he’s a softie.

☼ prefers to be face to face, but i feel like he’d really like back shots. simply to grab at your ass, watch the curve of your back arch as he fucked you good. leaving bites along your back as well, leaning over and leaving some on your shoulder.

☾ classic missionary, or you on his lap, are also his favourites. but he’s open to try other things with you, most definitely.

☼ he loves his woman, he really does. and he’d do anything to make sure you’re happy, always give you good loving. he’d hate to ever leave you without.

☾ him getting tipsy makes him even more desperate to please. even more desperate for you. but even sober, he always is

☼ rutting his hips into you, a little drunk as you combed your fingers through his hair “mmm. mine, sweets. god.” he’d grunt, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck as he fucked you perfectly. “need y’so f’ckin bad.”

☾ you flash him during an argument? it’s over as quick as it started. you were right, obviously. he’s following you like a dumb puppy again.

☼ would definitely turn around your plushies during sex. and also lock out the cats.

☾ when you two would unlock the door and come back out to the cats whining, your legs a bit wobbly, or maybe even unable to walk on your own at all, he’d pat the cats and smirk.

☼ “sorry, little shits. y’r mom needed some lovin instead.” he’d coo as you playfully shove him. a chuckle coming from his lips.

☾ he’s a very touchy grabby guy, whether it be your tits, thighs, your ass. he loves it.

☼ he’d get needy, and make it clear. it would never take him long to tell you if he was feeling needy, or he’d show it simply by picking you up or being close to you. it wasn’t hard to tell, and you’d be fucking within minutes.

☾ and if you’re needy? god, he relishes in it. teasing you, maybe even leaving you on the edge of orgasm over and over until your eventually sweet release. depends on how cruel he’s feeling. or maybe touching you, but not enough, just enough to make your hips jerk but not enough to build up anything. he loved the sound of your whiny frustration.

☼ yeah. he wants you. so bad. all the time.

[hufflepuffsthunderdome]

Flustered

Jschlatt x afab!reader Summary: Schlatt can't handle the teasing smirks and lingering touches. Every touch sends his blood rushing and he can't stop thinking about you. Warnings: M!masturbating, Schlatt pining teasing, dirty thoughts, kinda objectifying of reader, sub!Schlatt vibes, swearing, public A/N: Part 2 is here now!

"Hey big guy," you all but purr as you saunter through the doors to the studio with Ted trailing behind you, backpack hung low on your back, hands in your hoodie pocket as you smirk up at Jay.

He stands abruptly when he hears your voice, his heart stuttering as he smooths his shirt down, watching you walk in with that cool confidence you always hold yourself with. You have a mix between a smirk, a smile and a pout on your shiny lips that has Schlatt licking his own as he watches you glide over to him

"H-hey," he stutters out, feeling the flush rise up his neck as you stand on your tip toes, reaching your arms up and wrapping them around his neck to pull him down for a hug. He feels himself melt into you as he puts his arms around your waist, struggling to stop himself from clinging onto you as he's hit with the smell of your sweet perfume.

You plant a friendly kiss on his cheek, a light pink, sparkly stain left in it's place as he feels you smile against his cheek as you pull away, "how've you been?" you ask sweetly as you pull away, your hands trailing casually down his shoulder as you step back and smile up at him.

He nods for a while, way too long, as he just stares at you before he finds his voice, "yeah, good yeah, no good, good."

You laugh softly as your arms shift to his biceps, gasping softly when you give them a squeeze, "damn Schlatt, you been working out?" you ask as you raise an eyebrow at him as your lips part in a teasing smile.

He blushes hard, subtly flexing his arm in a way he hopes won't be too obvious, "a bit yeah," for you, he stops himself from saying.

"It'ss a good look," you say as you grin up at him, pushing your tongue into the side of your cheek in a way that has Schlatt's breath catching in his throat, his thoughts drifting as he stares at your parted lips, "how much are you lifting?"

"A bit," he shrugs coyly, as he forces himself to look away, "could lift you easily I reckon," he says, not really thinking about the words coming out of his mouth until he's said it.

"Go on then," Ted challenges with a sly smirk from where he's positioned himself behind the desk.

"What?" Schlatt asks, his brain catching up as he watches your eyes light up at Ted's challenge.

"Pick her up," he echoes as he leans back in his chair, arms crossed, laughing to himself at how flustered Schlatt is.

Schlatt wants to walk over there and deck him right now for even suggesting such a thing, but you're already popping your backpack on the couch as you smile happily, "we should do that thing the tik tok girlies are doing," you grin as you scroll through your phone, "the Sabrina carpenter song."

"I don't know that one," Schlatt says as he watches you, hoping he'll be able to escape this.

"It's easy," you say as you smile at him sweetly, waving Ted over and handing him your phone to film. You walk up to Schlatt and stand in front of him, back to him, so close he swears you can hear his heartbeat. You grin back up at him as you take his hands and place them firmly on your waist. He has to look up at the ceiling and take a deep breath to stop himself from thinking about how mcuh his hands dwarf your body. You explain it to him, and he barely listens, taking in something about picking you up when the song says something about tall guys.

You giggle excitedly as you nod at Ted, placing your hands over Schlatt's on your waist as the song starts to play. "Now," you say as you grin at the camera, and Schlatt takes a shaky breath as his grip on you tightens, hoisting you up and placing you easily on his broad shoulder. You squeal excitedly as you throw your head back and laugh, tucking your legs under Schlatt's arm and behind his back to hold yourself in place, clapping happily. Schlatt lets out a hearty laugh as he hears your excitement, his hand sinking into the soft flesh of your thigh in a way that makes him drool.

"Damn Schlatt," you laugh as you swing your legs, "I'll let you really toss me around next time."

The podcast goes great, as it always does when the guys invite you on, but it was one of the rare chances you got to see them all so there was no way you were going to leave so quickly. You had helped the guys pack up their gear, tossing it absent mindedly into Ted's, now full, truck, with plans being made for dinner.

"We'll call an uber," Schlatt says next to you as you look at the single seat left that's not being taken up by gear.

"Don't be stupid just get in dude," Ted says as him and tucker jump in the front too seats, "Y/N's tiny, she can sit on your lap."

He stiffens at the idea, eyes widening as he feels you look up at him from his side, arm brushing against his to get his attention, "unless you wanna be on top," you say as you grin sweetly up at him, tongue darting out to wet your bottom lip as his breath catches in his throat, "but I reckon you’re too big for me to mange.”

He's not sure if you said it intentionally, but it sends a chill down his spine, as his mind drifts. Thoughts of you spread out seductively, fully on display for him as you say the words breathlessly distracting him as he stares at you.

You notice his continued stiffness as he stares down at you, and your expression softens, "hey," you say as you reach out to touch his arm, "I can sit on the floor, I don't mind"

"Oh no can do," Tucker calls out as he ducks his head out the window, "there's a giant fucking hole in the floor."

"Your car is a fucking death trap dude," Schlatt groans at Ted as he takes a deep breath and moves towards the car, "come on darlin'," he says, the blush deepening on his face as the nickname slips out, "it's not a long drive."

You settle onto Schlatt's lap and he rests one hand on the seat next to him, the other gripping the hand rest tight as he fights the overwhelming desire to hold onto you and pull you closer to him. Your hair brushes against his neck every now and again as the car moves, giving him a smell of your sweet shampoo as his eyes flutter shut briefly. The car's horrible suspension is doing him no favours, as he bites his lip to fight his groan every time you jostle in his lap.

Your jumper is baggy on you, but bunched up around your waist as you sit down, giving him a perfect view of your ass pressed against his lap. Your soft hips and round ass settle on his thighs perfectly as you lean forward, trying to reduce the amount you're sitting directly on him, but just showing yourself off in the process. If he wanted to, he could slip his hand under your short, tight dress and Ted and Tucker would be none the wiser. He could slip his hand up your thigh, and completely cover the soft globe of your ass with his hand. He could slip his hand around your thigh, between your legs, cupping your mound in his firm palm. He could easily touch you, feel the fabric of your panties getting wet as he man handles you, feeling the lace of your panties - no, satin.

The car lurches around the corner and Schlatt brings one hand down to grip your hip tightly when he feels you slipping off his lap, the other hand going up to his mouth where he bites his knuckles to stop the moan that threatens to spill out as your hips grind back against his hard cock. He prays you can't feel it.

"Jesus Christ," he groans quietly as he bites down on his lip, hand fisted tightly around his cock as he strokes himself hard and fast. He had all but sprinted into the restaurant the second you got off his lap, yelling something about you guys getting a table as he dashed inside and into the bathroom. The second the stall door was locked behind him he was clambering to undo his belt, just enough to pull his cock out as he immediately started stroking his length.

He was rock hard, so close to finishing already from how good you had felt pressed up against him in the car, the image of his hands around your waist as your ass pressed into his lap fresh in his mind. He releases his cock for just a second, spitting on his hand to lube himself up as he strokes himself urgently.

He bites back a groan as he tips his head back against the wall, breathing short and ragged as he imagines how good it would feel to actually be inside you. He'd sit there and let you sit that pretty ass back onto his lap, sinking your pussy down on his cock as you rode him.

A harsh bang on the door of the bathroom causes him to jump, hissing as he grips down harshly on his cock still in his hand. "Hurry up in there man," an impatient voice calls out as he fumbles around to get himself back in his pants.

He's blushing red hot as he leaves the bathroom, brushing past the man as he does, grumbling about learning some fucking patience as he makes his way through the restaurant, to where he sees Ted's head poking over a booth.

He slots in next to him, across from you, heart fluttering as he watches your concentrated face read the menu. You chew your lip gently as your brows furrow as you decide what you want, he picks up his own menu to stop the overwhelming urge he feels to reach over and gently tug it free from your teeth.

The conversation is light and easy as it always is when the four of you get together, conversation flowing as you all eat and catch up, without the camera's rolling. Schlatt can't help the guilt he feels at his own internal struggle, feeling his cock twitch in his pants every time you so much as breath too heavy.

The way you throw your head back and laugh, your pretty nail extensions wrapped around your glass, your sweet, concerned stare every time you notice he's zoned out and is staring blankly at you. It's all too much.

Fuck that guy, couldn't wait 5 minutes before banging on the door.

"Let's get a photo," you say sweetly as you smile over at him and Ted, turning to look at Tucker who nods beside you, "I'll flag down a waitress."

"Nah it's fine," Ted says as he reaches over for your phone, "I'll take it."

He takes your phone from you and swivels in the booth, back facing you and tucker as he holds his hand out to take the selfie, kinda awkwardly moving around to attempt to get you all in the shot. "Go sit next to Y/N, Schlatt," he says as he zooms the photo in a bit, "I can't see you."

Schlatt shuffles over to the other side of the booth, squeezing his large frame in beside you as the three of you squish up against each other for the photo. He sees you beam at the camera next to him, shifting forward so him and Tucker aren't crushing you as much, casually resting a hand on his thigh to be more comfortable.

He forces his body to stay relaxed at the light touch of your hand to his outer thigh, willing himself to just smile and look normal. He ignores the warmth he can feel, or thinks he can feel, through his jeans as he stops himself from thinking how good it would feel if your hand just drifted over more.

Ted take the photos and nods happily at them as he looks them over, sliding the phone back across the table to you, as he tells you to go through them. You're not sure if it was you or Ted, you think it must've been Ted given where he's sitting, but the jug of water that was sat calmly on the table, goes tipping over and tumbling to the floor at your feet, it's contents now drenching your chest, stomach and lap.

The boys all frantically stand up to help clean up as you just sit there shocked, Ted scrambling to attempt to catch the jug, while Tucker is immediately on the hunt for napkins. Schlatt however just stands there, staring at you.

The water has saturated the jumper you were wearing, the fabric now wet and clinging to your chest underneath it in a way he can't help but stare at. It leaves little to the imagination as it hugs the globes of your tits under it, begging him to reach out and grasp one in his hand.

You let out a huff of a laugh as you watch Tucker fling napkins at you to pat yourself dry, choosing instead to just pull the soaked jumper off and hang it on the booth behind you. You seemed to move in slow motion, pulling the jumper off as you smiled up at Ted as he apologised again, shaking your hair out when your head's free from the hoodie.

He's actually gawking now, open mouth staring as you sit there in just your dress, still a bit damp but not nearly as bad. It hugs your body like a second skin, a cute little light blue thing that has him thinking anything but innocent thoughts. His cock twitches in his pants as he wants to get on his knees right now and beg you to keep going, desperate to get just a flash more of your skin.

He's so fucked.

He had insisted on getting an uber back to his hotel, he couldn't handle another trip with you on his lap like that. It had been torturously long, his cock straining against his pants as he nearly ran through the lobby into the elevator, shedding his clothes the second the door shut behind him.

"Holy fuck," a whimper escaped his lips as he gripped his phone tightly, eyes glued to the screen as the light lit up his face in the dark room. His body was vibrating with pleasure as he stroked his cock, slick with lube as he tugged himself up and down in firm, long strokes.

He was a year deep in your Instagram, a dangerous place for him to be when he was this worked up for you, but god he just couldn't help himself. It was his favourite picture of you, the third image deep in a carousel of you and your friends at the beach. You were wearing a bikini that left so little to the imagination it made him fucking drool to get his mouth on you. You were crouched down, squatting, as you gazed down at the camera, domineering, predatory. God he would fucking kill to have you look at him like that.

"P-please," a shaky moan escapes his lips as he speeds up, increasing the pressure on his thick cock as he runs his slick hands from base to tip, hips stuttering as they chase his hand each time it moves back up. He feels drool leak from his mouth as he stares open mouthed, in awe at your pictures, letting it run down his chin and drip down his neck, not willing to look away from your photo for even a second.

Your gorgeous thighs on full display, he can almost feel them still under his palm where he picked you up earlier. He wants to suffocate between them, feel them clench around his head as you sit on his face, rocking your hips back and forth on him as he runs his tongue through your folds. Fuck he can imagine how good you'd taste, his eyes fluttering shut as he drops the phone onto the bed, another moan ripping from his lips.

He wants to feel you everywhere, your nails running down his soft stomach, your legs on either side of his, your wet pussy rubbing on his cock. He wouldn't even care if he never got to fuck you, just the feeling of your skin against his would be enough.

Just the thought is enough to have him throwing his head back as he yells your name, large hand pumping his thick cock rapidly as his hips stutter in pleasure. "Oh god yes," he groans as he pushes his head back into the pillow, white hot pleasure ripping through his stomach as he cums all up his torso and down his hand.

He lazily pumps his cock as he reaches blindly for his phone, his hand moving languidly as he works himself through his orgasm, eyes opening slowly to get one last look at you.

His eyes snap open and his hand leaves his cock as he sits up abruptly, staring in horror at the photo he's been jacking off to. A year old, buried deep in your Instagram. Was that like already there?

He’s freaking out about it for the rest of the week hoping to god that you didn’t notice. There’s a justifiable reason for liking a post that old isn’t there? He was drunk, or high maybe? It popped up in his feed randomly?

Fuck this was the end of him.

He had been refreshing your socials and chats with him religiously since the incident, as he has dubbed it, wanting to know if you say anything at all that means you know. He prays you’ll be merciful and save his embarrassment.

He’s filming the next Chuckle episode with Ted and Tucker, but they can all tell he’s a million miles away. He blames it on being tired from Chuckle week when Ted asks, but the blush on his face and the way his eyes dart over to his second screen every few seconds give him away.

When the new Instagram photo from you pops up he physically fumbles with his shaker cup, hearing it clamber to the floor as he tries to hide his nerves and focus on Ted.

It’s no use though, he has to look. His mouth runs dry as his eyes lock onto the picture of you, another bikini pick, that same bikini, clearly taken in a studio somewhere. You’re leaning back against a wall, legs outstretched in front of you, eyes gazing up, half lidded, as the camera leans over you, a seductive smirk on your face. Fuck it’s like you’re staring right up at him.

“I see you lurking, don’t be shy," the caption reads. Oh god he’s so fucked.

“Jesus Jambo,” he stutters out in his best attempt at sounding fake angry, “shit guys I’ll be back, fuck sorry gotta sort this out.” Before Ted can get a word in he’s leaving the call, fumbling with his pants as he turns his webcam off.

He hisses when the cold air hits his hard cock, immediately spitting on his large palm and wrapping it around himself. He pushes down the anxiety he feels at doing this so close to his webcam, he’s too desperate to care. He stares at your picture as he strokes his cock hard and fast, he hasn’t got long, he has to get back to recording. God you look so enticing like this, thick thighs on display, tits hugged by the flimsy fabric of your bikini top. Fuck he wants to get his moth all over you. He wants to kneel between your thighs, hoist you up against that wall as he runs his tongue all over you. He wants to make you drip for him, he’d die happy if he got you even as half as hot as you get him.

The sound of a discord call rips through his headphones and he silently curses Ted as he stills his hand on his cock. He opens his eyes wirh a heaving breathe only for it to catch again when he sees your picture on his screen. You’re calling him.

Oh fuck.

He answers it with shaky hands, brain hazy as he forgets about his cock, exposed ans rock hard as he scoots into the desk to hide it from you.

“Hey there handsome,” you beam when you see his face pop up, flushed and sweaty. Bingo.

"H-hey," he stutters back, stomach clenching as you grin at him, "what’s up?"

"Not much," you shrug, chewing your lip to hide your smirk, "just been posting some photos, did you see them?"

Your innocent question and big eyes staring into him through the camera makes his cock drip precum, twitching for his attention as he shakes his head.

"No?" You hum as you look away briefly, hiding a small laugh as you rub your thumb over your lower lip, "well I’m sure you’ll like them."

He just nods, dumbly, obediently almost. He can’t form words, too busy thinking about your pretty lips and how much he’d kill to feel them against his own. He’d lay there and let you use him for hours for even a second of them stretched around his cock.

"Listen," you purr, interrupting his dirty thoughts, "are you free next Tuesday?"

He shakes his head as his brain fires back up at the question, focusing back on you, "Tuesday?" You nod as you type away at your computer, “uh I think so? Why?” He asks.

"I’m gonna be in New York," you hum as you turn back to face him, your teasing cascade dropping for a second as you smile, almost shyly at him, “It would be really nice to see you… just you.”

[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 "

[writingduhh]

Schlatt rq!!! Noticing someone is following u at some event and running up to him (not knowing who he is) and begging him to pretend he’s ur friend/bf/what have u and the chaos that ensues

OMHHH YESS YESS I LOVE THIS!! Hope this is alright! 💙

Unexpected Savior || Jschlatt

It started as a feeling. A prickling unease at the back of your neck. You glanced over your shoulder, he was still there. Too close. Your stomach tightened.

You turned the corner. Stopped at a booth. Pretended to check your phone. He didn’t leave.

Panic clawed its way up your chest. Your breaths came shorter, quicker. You needed to do something—now.

That’s when you saw him. Tall. Broad-shouldered. Hands stuffed in his pockets like he had all the time in the world. He looked… steady. Safe.

You didn’t think. You just moved.

Your hand gripped his arm, your fingers curling into the fabric of his sleeve. His body tensed, and his head turned, brows knitting together.

“Hey,” you rushed out, voice unsteady. “I don’t know you, but there’s a guy following me. Can you—” You swallowed. “Can you just pretend we’re together? Just for a second.”

Schlatt’s confusion flickered to understanding in an instant. His eyes cut behind you scanning the crowd. Then, without hesitation, his arm moved.

It was easy. Natural. One moment, you were standing beside him, and the next, his arm draped securely around your shoulders. He pulled you in close, his body angled between you and the man trailing behind.

You barely had time to react before his voice cut through the air.

“The hell are you looking at?”

His tone was sharp, loud enough to draw attention. The easygoing stance he’d had just moments before was gone. Now, he was a wall, solid and unmovable.

You felt it in the way he held you, the way his grip tightened just slightly, just enough to let you know he wasn’t going anywhere.

The man hesitated. His eyes flicked between you and Schlatt, suddenly weighing his options.

Schlatt shifted his stance, his grip around you firm but careful. His voice dropped, low and warning.

“Not so fun when someone’s actually watching you, huh?” His jaw tightened. “Walk away. Now.”

A beat of tense silence. Then, finally, the man muttered something under his breath and turned, vanishing into the crowd.

Schlatt didn’t move right away. His hold around you stayed firm, protective, as his eyes lingered on the space where the guy had disappeared.

Only after a long pause did he exhale, his shoulders relaxing slightly. His arm around you loosened, but he didn’t drop it just yet.

“You okay?” His voice had lost its edge, now softer, steadier.

You nodded, though your hands were still shaking. The adrenaline was fading, leaving behind exhaustion. Schlatt felt it.

He let his arm slip from your shoulders, but before you could fully process the loss of warmth, his hand settled gently on your back, grounding.

“Hey,” he murmured, tilting his head toward the café nearby. “Why don’t we sit for a bit? Just breathe.”

You swallowed hard, still trying to collect yourself. Then you nodded. “…Yeah. That’d be nice.”

Without another word, he guided you toward the café, his touch light, reassuring.

The moment you stepped inside, the world outside seemed to quiet. The hum of conversation, the smell of coffee—it felt safe.

Schlatt caught your eye, offering the smallest smile. “Better already, huh?”

You let out a breath, tension easing from your shoulders. “Yeah.”

He nodded toward a table, waiting for you to sit before heading to the counter. When he returned, he set a cup in front of you.

“Here,” he said simply.

You wrapped your hands around the mug, letting the warmth seep into your fingers. “…Thanks.”

He sat across from you, resting his forearms on the table. The sharpness from before had faded, replaced by something quieter.

“I’m Schlatt, by the way.” He extended his hand.

You smiled, shaking it. “Y/N. Nice to meet you… in a really weird way.”

A chuckle rumbled from him, low and amused. “Yeah. Life’s weird like that.”

The conversation started slow, hesitant, but the heaviness faded with time. Laughter replaced lingering nerves. The café, once just an escape, became something else entirely.

After a while, Schlatt checked his phone and sighed. “I should probably get going.”

You hesitated. You didn’t want the moment to end.

Without thinking, you pulled out your phone and held it out to him. “Before you go… don’t forget to text me, okay?”

Schlatt blinked, caught off guard. Then, to your absolute delight, a flush crept up his neck. He scratched the back of his head, muttering something under his breath before grabbing your phone.

“Yeah, yeah. Of course.” His usual confidence wavered just a little.

You grinned. “Good.”

As he handed your phone back, his fingers brushed against yours. He froze. For a second, neither of you moved.

Then he cleared his throat, looking away with a cough. “…Y’know, if you ever need someone to walk you home. Or just wanna grab a coffee without the whole ‘life-or-death’ part…” He hesitated, then glanced back at you. “I wouldn’t mind.”

Your heart did something strange in your chest.

“I’d like that,” you admitted.

A slow, lopsided smile tugged at his lips.

“Good.”

Before he left, he shot you one last look—soft, warm. “See you around, Y/N.”

[slmckle]

CHARLIE CONFESSING ON VALENTINE’S DAY

warnings: none? fluff, fem!reader kinda implied?

———— DECEMBER 11TH, 2024. ————

you worked at the game store, and charlie was a regular. you were fairly new, so when charlie saw you, he knew you weren’t there before.

he walked around the store, grabbing the essentials for his d&d game, or whatever, and he walks up to the counter. he places his items on the counter and smiled at you.

"hi! you're new!" he says with clear excitement. you look at him and return the energy, just trying to be friendly.

"i am! hi!" you say, grabbing his items and scanning them. he looks at you, eager to start a conversation. "so.. how do you like it so far?"

you sigh and purse your lips. "eh, its alright. its a job, thats for sure!"

he frowns slightly and tilts his head a bit. “ah, that’s no good!” he says.

you finish scanning his items and tell him his total, leaning over the counter a bit. “your total is 23.75 today, sir. will that be cash, or card?” you ask.

he answers with card, and pulls out a basic card. “you can just put it in the scanner there.” you say.

he does as told, and you say your goodbyes. “he was kinda cute.” your coworker, sam, says. he was also new, so he’d never seen him either.

“oh my god, shut up, sam!” you say, rolling your eyes before disappearing into the back of the store.

———— JANUARY 13TH, 2025. ————

charlie had came in the store many times since then, and you guys had gotten to know each other. you had exchanged numbers, and hung out a few times. you would consider him one of your closest friends, as would he. you had slowly developed a tiny crush on him, but would never admit it to anyone.

you don’t see him walking into the store, but the ring of the bell that was hung above the door let you know someone was there.

you finish stocking the shelf you were working on, and turn around. you smile when you see charlie and you walk over to the counter to assist him.

“hi, charlie! what can i do for you today?” you ask nicely. he smiles and speaks. “well, i was wondering when you got off, and if you wanted to hangout.” you smile and lean on the glass counter.

“i get off in about thirty minutes, if you wanna wait until then.” you say, looking at him and admiring the way he leans on the counter as well, almost mirroring you.

“yeah, i can wait!” he nods, leaning off of the counter and drumming his fingers on the glass. you push off the counter and walk back over to the shelves, making sure everything was in order.

you bend down to straighten out one of the cane cases that some grimey little kid probably messed up, but you swear you can feel a set of eyes on you…

FEBRUARY 14TH, 2025. VALENTINE’S DAY!

time skip, about a month later, and it was valentine’s day. you and charlie have gone on a few more hangouts dates , but he hasn’t asked you yet.

you’re sitting behind the counter and the game store, daydreaming when you hear the bell from the door signaling that someone has walked it. but this time, it’s charlie!

a grin spreads across charlie's face as he spots you behind the counter, his heart fluttering in his chest at the sight of you. he approaches the counter, trying to act nonchalant but failing miserably as excitement bubbles over.

"heyyyyyyy." he says, leaning against the counter with a wide smile.

"hiii, charlie!" you say with a smile, tilting your head as you look at him.

his grin widens even more at the sound of you saying his name, his heart fluttering once again. he leans forwards, his eyes twinkling as he gazes at you.

"you have no idea how good it is to see you right now." he says. "oh yeah? whys that?" you ask, curiosity evident in your voice.

he taps his fingers against the countertop, his smile turning into a mischievous grin. "well, maybe because you're my best friend."

he pauses for a moment, studying your expression.

"and also because I have a very important question to ask you." he says, sitting up from the counter and brushing off his shirt and straightening his glasses.

"well, what is soooo important?" you tease, also sitting up from the counter, not missing the way his hands look while he straightens his glasses.

he takes another step forward, peering over the edge of the counter to get a better look at you.

"todays valentine's day, right?" he asks.

"mhm!" you say, trying to not sound too excited at the fact he might finally be asking you. 'but what if he asks me for advice for another girl..? no, he wouldnt do that.' you say in your head, ignoring the thoughts and focusing more on the conversation at hand.

he leans even closer, his heart racing in his chest.

"well…what are your plans for after work?"

he tries to make his question sound as casual as possible, although inside he's practically exploding with nerves.

“hmm, i don’t think i have anything planned, why?” you say, tapping your chin and looking up, trying not to smile as you act all oblivious.

he lets out a small sigh of relief at your response, his heart still thumping way too fast for his own liking. though he cant help but smile at your little act.

"good. that's um…"

he pauses, trying to form the words in his head.

"that's good. because I was wondering…if you maybe want to…go out? On a date? For Valentine's Day?" he asks nervously, and probably too fast.

"oh yeah? why should i?" you ask, grinning.

a cheeky smile appears on his face, loving the way you banter.

"well, let's see…"

he pretends to think for a moment, scratching his chin before listing on his fingers.

"because I'm charming, and i’ve also got some chocolate and flowers in my car. does that sweeten the deal, sweetheart?”

"hmmm.. i suppose it does!' you say with a smile, your eyes sparkling and catching charlie slightly off guard. he clears his throat and gains some composure before speaking, his heart feeling like it's going to burst with how excited he is right now.

"great."

he glances around the store, noticing a couple of lingering customers nearby. he lowers his voice.

"can I tell you something?" he whispers. "hm?" you ask curiously, lowering your vouce to match his.

he leans in close, so only you can hear him, his voice dropping low and quiet, tinged with excitement and a hint of nervousness.

"i've actually got one other surprise for you…" he says.

you look at him, your face lighting up as you question him. "really? what is it?"

he glances around once more, making sure no one is listening in on their conversation. once he’s assured the coast is clear, he turns back to you, a devilish grin on his face.

"you're going to have to come outside to see it, though. it's in my trunk."

"hmm, ill bite." you say, walking out from around the counter to meet him.

He lets out a soft chuckle at your response, his grin widening.

"awesome."

he steps back towards the store exit, holding the door open for you.

"ladies first."

he watches you pass him, his heart fluttering as he takes in the curve of your hips in the jeans that you’re wearing. he has to mentally remind himself to breathe as he follows you outside, the crisp air sending a shiver down his spine.

he leads you over to his car, parked out on the far side of the parking lot. he fishes the keys out of his pocket and unlocks the trunk, before motioning you forwards with a wave of his hand.

"come on, close your eyes."

he watches you as you close your eyes, your expression a mixture of curiosity and excitement. he can see the way your cheeks are flushed with anticipation, and he can't help but think it's one of the prettiest things he’s ever seen. he opens the trunk, removing a small bouquet of flowers and a box of chocolates, placing them off to the side before carefully removing a small, wrapped box from beneath a neatly folded blanket and placed it on top.

he makes sure everythings in place before walking over to you, grabbing your hands of of your eyes softly.

"okay, you can open your eyes now." he watches you open your eyes, a hint of nervousness creeping up on him. he’s biting his lip, hoping you’ll like the surprise he’s got for you, because he’s been thinking about it for a while now, almost a little shy to see your reaction.

“charlie…” you gasp, looking into his trunk, seeing the chocolate and roses, the small wrapped box, a small purple stuffed frog, and a bunch of little trinkets he hoped youd like.

he stands back, his heart pounding in his chest as he watches you look over the trinkets he's carefully picked out, his cheeks becoming warm with nervousness. every little gasp and look of wonder that appears on your face makes his heart skip a beat, and he can't help but be a little shy as you inspect the necklace. He rubs the back of his neck, a little sheepish.

"i, um.. i thought you might like some of these things…"

he watches as you pick up the stuffed animal, a small purple frog with large sparkly eyes. he remembers picking it out specifically because he thought the color would look nice against your hair, and the eyes reminded him of yours.

“oh, charlie..” you gasped, looking over all the trinkets that just scream ‘you.’

a shy, lopsided grin appears on his face as you hold up the little frog stuffed animal, the sight of you admiring it making his heart flutter. he rubs the back of his neck again, feeling butterflies in his stomach as he watches you look over the things he got for you.

"i um, i really hope you like it…"

“i love it… this is the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for me..”

his cheeks turn a deep shade of pink at your words, his heart skipping a beat as joy floods through his veins. he can’t help but feel a little embarrassed, but also incredibly happy that he managed to impress you. he takes a step closer, his gaze fixed on yours.

"you really like it? i, um, i was kind of nervous about picking stuff out for you. i wanted to get things that you would actually enjoy. and i remembered you saying you liked some of this stuff, so i got it.."

“oh, i’m gonna cherish her for the rest of my life.” you say, admiring the purple frog.

a warm, genuine smile spreads across his face as he hears your words. the way you speak about the little stuffed animal with such love and affection makes his heart flutter, and he almost forgets about the necklace he got you.

he remembers the necklace, and exclaims quietly. he grabs the small, wrapped box and hands it to you. you smile and take the box, shaking your head as you look up at him. "charlie, you really didn't have to..!" you protest lightheartedly, still beginning to open the box as he watches you.

"i wanted to, baby." he says, the pet name rolling off his tongue smoothly as he watches you open the box.

you open it to reveal the most gorgeous necklace youve ever seen. its a silver chain, that has a diamond in the middle of it, that would hang down on your chest.

you feel your cheeks heating and tears stinging your eyes as you admire the necklace. you look up at him, mouth agape. hes got a small smile on his face, cheeks red as well.

"do you like it...?" he asks, stuffing his hands in his pockets nervously.

"i love it, charlie..." you say, taking the necklace out of the box and looking at him, holding it infront of him.

“put it on me?” you ask. he nods and takes the necklace from you as you turn around and pull your hair up.

he drapes the necklace over your chest, and clasps it in the back, letting his fingers softly trace over your skin, sending goosebumps down your arm.

you turn around to look at him, smiling as the necklace sparkles on your chest. before he could say anything, your arms were wrapped around his torso.

he’s a little surprised as your arms wrap around him, but he instantly melts into your touch, his heart practically skipping a beat. he wraps his arms around you in return, pulling you close to him, holding you tightly. he buries his face in your hair, inhaling deeply, the scent of your shampoo and perfume making his head spin. he lets out a soft sigh of contentment, his body relaxing as he relishes the feeling of having you so close to him. it feels so right.

"sooo, are you gonna ask me the question?" you ask, tilting your head up to look at him. he quirks an eyebrow, smirking at your question. "what exactly am i asking you?" he teases.

"dont play stupid, charlie." you warn. he chuckles and looks into your eyes. "will you be my girlfriend?" he asks, looking at you sincerely.

you hum before answering, your chest feeling warm. "of course, charlie." you say.

he doesn’t even wait for you to finish your sentence. the moment your words leave your mouth, he leans in and kisses you. his touch is soft and tender, his lips gently pressed against yours.

there’s a slight tremor in his hand, his fingers trembling against your face. he’s so damn thankful and lucky to have you right now.

he kisses you gently, his lips moving softly and slowly against yours. he can’t help but moan softly against your mouth, the sound a subtle expression of how much he’s been wanting to do this.

his fingers are still tracing your jawline, his touch trembling ever so slightly, but he’s suddenly very aware of how perfect it feels to kiss you, and he’s suddenly very aware that this isn’t going to be one, single kiss.

his other hand rests on your hip, his touch firm and steady, pulling you even closer to him, like he can’t get enough of your closeness. he breaks the kiss for barely a second before his lips are back on yours, more insistent this time, his other hand moving to your face, cupping your cheek as he kisses you again, and again, and again… over and over..

"hhmph- charlie!" you protest playfully, softly smacking his arm. he laughs softly at your protests, puling away to admire your face. "what?"

"i cant breathe!" "so?" "charlie!"

the end! blahhhhhh. my first time writing charlie hope u enjoyed ily

[hearts4court]

maybe ted nivison who loves holding his gf's hand all the time??

A/N: currently writing this at 1am. this is like, blurb hcs. (kinda? idk) this was so short cuz i ran out of ideas but i hope you like it, angel<3

pairing: Ted Nivison X afab!reader

warnings: swearing, ted being a cutie(like always), kissing, smut, etc.

lemme know if i miss anything!

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SFW:

Ted loves your hands. He loves holding them in public, kissing them, painting your nails. he lets you paint his too, he loves to rub your temple with his thumb, also likes when you do it too. He loves how soft they are, how small they are compared to his. And oh god. he LOVES the way you squeeze his hands when your nervous or when you get excited.

“Ooo! Ted! look how cute this sweater is!”you say excitingly, squeezing his hand as you touch the sweater holding it up to you.

“looks good on you. lemme buy it, baby.” he says rubbing your temple with his thumb, “oh no, dear, i’ll buy with my own money.” you say pulling your wallet out, making him snatch it and take out his own card.

“Sorry, love, wanna spoil my baby.” he says making you frown before laugh.

“Okay, Ted. You can pay for it, but i’m buying dinner tonight.” you say pushing his chest lightly, making him smile.

“Deal.” he said, bringing your hand up to his mouth and kissing it softly.

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NSFW:

Remember how i said that Ted loves when you squeeze his hand when your excited? Well, that goes with y’all are having sex too. Hell purposely hold your hand so that when you get overstimulated, it’s a way to show him how excited you are. And when you want him to stop but can’t get the words out.

“Oh! Ted—fuck, fuck, fuck!” you moan as your back arches, your face turning red when Ted grabs your hand with his free one that’s not on your waist, he kisses your hand lovingly, loving the way your walls tighten around him and your hand squeezed his as he presses soft kisses to your wrist and hand.

“There ya go..” he cooed as he felt you relax into him no longer tense from all the pleasure you were experiencing. “your doing such a good job f’me, baby..”

[brookynnbabygirl]

𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓!𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐓 pt.1

Hello this is a cute little hc of schlatt as ghost from COD HOPE YOU ENJOY! (Some angst at the end)

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Wears the skull balaclava half way up, only can see his chops and some scars on his face always wearing a toothy smirk around the barracks

Loves it when his favorite little rookie (you) calls him ‘sir’ or ‘ lieutenant’ gives him a rush of power as he towers over you and can tell you get flustered with his teasing

“Look at ya, toots. A big gun for a big girl huh?” He teases you as your both about to leave on a mission

Isn’t social or talkative at all, most people find him too intimidating or scary since he is a 6’3 gun expert and just a tank of a man not to be messed with

When you both spar his dog tags always dangle above you as he gives you a cocky smirk and brags about how easy you are to handle (you let him win and he knows ;3)

On the field he’s serious and scary, never misses a shot and is very stealthy doesn’t make mistakes and is always thinking ahead.

Calls you ‘princess’ as a code name through the radio and refuses to change it “the buildings clear, copy princess?” You can hear the shit eating grin under his mask “fuck off” you respond with a slight blush tint in your cheeks

After you go on a mission alone and you come back hurt or battered he corners you with this fire in his eyes this anger you never seen him have as he pins you against the wall and grabs your cheeks forcing you too look up at his eyes

“Ya think you’re hot shit just cause you’re in 141 huh?” his voice low and raspy yet firm and clearly holding back just screaming at you “look at ya, all bruised n shit…you wanna worry me by being a big girl and doin shit by yourself now?” He leans in and whispers in your ear sending shivers down your spine. As you look into his eyes they are soft and full of concern as he examines your face.

Secretly only kind to you and does a lot of actions to show you he cares a lot even if he stubbornly denies any of it.

Taught you how to be a sniper, you mastered it perfectly even better than him, he tries to deny it but is proud of you

Checks up on you frequently durning missions and makes sure your not in danger or in potential cross fires, also learned a little bit of first aid just in case you need it but will never tell you that

Falls more in love as he sees you beat the shit out of anyone or when your unhinged shooting your gun at the enemy, it’s what’s he’s into especially if it’s you

Would take a bullet for you.

He doesn’t show his face to anyone except for people he cares about. He takes off his mask for the first time infront of you as he lays there wounded not knowing if he will make it. “Don’t cry toots….youll be alright” he weakly smiles and wipes your tears and you hold him close waiting for help

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@ezraholmes

[jxllypxp]

Ted and jschlatt react to you sending them a snap with a message after that just says "don't open that in public <3" ??

Teehee I love things like this, I do this to my bf all the time.

𝑻𝒆𝒅 𝑵𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏:

The fact that you even snapped him, is his first red flag. You never use Snapchat to just talk to him. So, when he sees your bitmoji pop up, letting him know you're typing, he knows it's a warning.

"Don't open this unless you're alone <3." Thankfully, he's in the comfort of his office, alone. He opens the snap and is greeted with the image of you, in a lacey pink set. A pair of white thigh highs riding up your legs. Thank god he's in his office because after only seconds of looking at the photo and he's hard in his jeans.

𝑱𝒔𝒄𝒉𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒕:

He was at the grocery store buying some snacks for your movie night when he got your snap. Before, opening the message, he had assumed it was going to be a sappy text about you having missed him in the twenty minutes he had been gone. The he saw your second message.

"Don't open this in public <3." He quirks an eyebrow up taking it as a challenge rather than a warning about the content ahead. He opened the snap, and his eyes are met with the image of you kneeling in front of a mirror. You were in nothing but one of his shirts, one of his replica pistols, aimed at your center.

He's never rushed out of a grocery store and back home so quick.

[dogstarbytes]

under the influence

pairing: jschlatt x reader

pronouns used: they/them

summary: making out with schlatt while cross-faded and listening to Spoon

trigger warnings: marijuana, liquor, making out under the influence, tooth rotting fluff

w.c: 695

you invited the smoke into your lungs, 'The Way We Get By' by Spoon booming loudly in your ears despite the music being faint; bleeding into the background. your head lay contentedly in your boyfriend's lap, eyes glued to the way his adam's apple bobbed as he drank from his familiar bottle of whiskey. you took another drag from your joint before swapping it for his liquor.

you enjoyed little moments like these; perfect, comfortable silence shared between lovers. you wished you both had more free time to spend together, but with your schedules, it was hard. so, you made the most of what you could, with what time you could spare.

you swapped the liquor back for the joint, dragging from it slowly. he watched you with tired brown eyes, the bottle to his lips; no liquor went into his gullet.

"what're you thinkin' 'bout, sweet man?" you asked, joint pressed between your lips, the pads of your fingers tracing the folds of his sweatshirt.

"you." he breathed; you smiled.

"what about me?" you hummed, dragging from the joint before stubbing it out. he huffed softly, a small smile ghosting his lips.

"just so pretty," he whispered; his knuckles brushed your cheekbone. "so fuckin' pretty."

your face flushed. you shook your head and opened your mouth to protest; he flicked your temple playfully. you gave a mock pout before breaking out into an uncontrollable smile, giggling. he grinned, caressing your cheek.

"you really are so fuckin' pretty," he whispered again; you took his hand in yours and kissed his knuckles. "you're prettier." you muttered, your eyes fluttering closed as he continued to stroke your cheek.

when you looked up at him again, he was still gazing down at you, a smitten-ridden grin glued to his face. you chuckled, raising your hand to cup his cheek.

"a picture'll last longer, y'know." you teased. he scoffed, rolling his eyes before guiding you to sit upright and pulling you into his lap, snaking an arm around your waist. your mouth hung open slightly. you hadn't expected that; not that you minded. he let out a soft huff, his eyes flickering all over your face, pupils dilated.

you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pressing your forehead against his. your noses brushed against one another, and you giggled, smiling like a giddy idiot. he let out a breathy laugh, thumbs tracing circles into the small of your back.

"shut up," tangling a hand in your hair and pulling you impossibly closer, he caught your lips in his. you melted instantly, fingers grasping at the back of his sweater.

your brain was fuzzy; you could barely think. maybe it was the marijuana, but the taste of liquor on his lips felt like heaven on earth. it made you dizzy—you loved it. you needed more.

taking his bottom lip between your teeth, you tugged lightly. he parted his lips, and you immediately slipped your tongue into the cavern of his mouth with a shaky moan. his arm around your waist tightened, pressing you closer against him, if that was even possible.

your tongues danced together, your movements fluid and simultaneous, yet messy and coveted. when he pulled, you pushed. when he tugged on your hair, you bit and pulled his lip.

"fuck, j.." you whispered, your chest rising and falling in sync with your breathing. schlatt grinned against your lips.

"what, bite off more than you could chew?" he teased, rubbing circles into your back gently. you hid your face in the junction of his neck and shoulder with a whine. he chuckled, pressing kisses against your shoulder.

you stayed like that for a while, just holding each other, listening to each other's breathing, Spoon still playing faintly in the background. you're at peace; something you very rarely feel anymore with how chaotic everything has been, for you and him.

"jj?" you whispered against the skin of his shoulder; he hummed. "i love you."

he smiled, "i love you too, bubs." you smiled, pulled away slightly, and pressed your forehead against his, noses brushing familiarly. you gave him a small peck on the lips; chaste, sweet, short. smitten.

"thank you."

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a/n: thank you so much for reading !!! currently fixatedddd on this man so much istfg , i can't wait to write more for him (and ted cough cough pls send me some asks for him) .

[pray4saint]

i currently fixated on the ‘i hate everyone but you’ trope with jschlatt… or like a situationship with him

asshole (with a soft spot)

masterlist & descrip. pg-13. 13+. use of 'y/n'. established relationship silly situationship.

a/n. wrote this as established relationship but edited it afterwards to be more situationship-like

he will be yelling at chat and then if you happen to walk into his office he quiets right down during stream so you're comfortable

when you're in a big facetime call and he's cussing everyone out he'll say 'but not you baby y/n' at the end to make his point clear

you friends being soooo confused when you tell him he's a big softie because he barely ever says a word to them and even when he does the words come out cold, detached and unkind

ted texting you that schlatt left their call in a bad mood and you just text him back 'wdym?? he's making popcorn and we're gonna watch a movie' – context for this; you were hanging out at his place and he had to take a call about rescheduling for filming the podcast

this one is self-indulgent; tells his friends he's not going to see barbie movie but if you ask to go he'll tag along happily

him muttering 'i miss y/n' at the most random of times, even if he's alone, he just says it aloud

your place is where schlatt gets an uber to drop him off after he's knocked back a few too many – bonus if he turns into a blubbering mess about this person he really liked

chat noticing he gets really excited when he looks at his phone sometimes and him just yelling at them to shut the fuck up because it's none of their business

will purposely not go to hangouts if you're not there

less obvious situationship ;; he'll text someone else in the group and ask if you're going and he tries not to make it obvious that your decision impacted his

more obvious situationship ;; he'll text you separately and ask if you're going and then immediately respond to the group chat based on what you told him

death glaring anyone who looks at reader in public even if they're not even really looking at you

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

[k4lenz]

sleepy girl ✮ jschlatt x fem!reader drabble

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a/n: meow meow meow eepy little fluff drabble because im feeling eepy enjoy! i swear im gonna get to my requests and post the shit in my drafts soon. random thoughts - schlatt reminds me of forests. in a good way idk why. IM SO SORRY IF THIS IS REALLY BAD I JS WANTED TO GET SOMETHING OUT.

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𖡼 𖤣 ↟ 𖠰 𖥧 ˚ 𖥧 𖤣 𖡼

You aren’t very good at resting, at least not typically.

notes: fluff, sleepiness, domesticity, sleeping, GET SUM SLEEP READERS, food / cooking mentions, cursing, schlatt taking care of u <3, uni/college mentions

You’ll take hours before you get to bed, doomscrolling or playing a dumb game on your phone. And Schlatt indulges, of course, because he’s the same.

But some nights the exhaustion will really get to you.

You’ve been studying for a few weeks straight, and your exams are nearing. Every hour spent either in uni classes, or studying.

You got home successfully without falling asleep (barely), resting in your bed for just a second with sleepy eyes.

Schlatt was out buying groceries for you two, you were pretty sure. At least, he wasn’t home.

You were meaning to get up and study, set on it. But your eyes felt just a little too heavy. You made no effort to get up, still convincing yourself that you would.

The next thing you knew, everything was black. Laying on top of your bed still in your outside clothes, sleeping deep and drooling.

Schlatt unlocked the front door, and got home with a call of your name. Your lack of response making his eyebrow raise as he set the bags of groceries down on the kitchen counter.

He knew you’d been studying real hard, he’d bought some stuff for you while he was out knowing you needed a break. He hummed to himself, pulling his cap off and walking into the bedroom.

A fond chuckle escaped his lips, seeing your face smushed into your pillow and your lips parted drooling. The cats curled up at your feet. Being your boyfriend, he’d seen you in every state, messy and clean. He loved all of them, but seeing you so domestic made his heart happy.

He’d never admit it, though.

He grabbed a blanket and put it over you, a small smile on his face. Ruffling your hair, and snapping a picture of you he’d definitely set as his lock screen despite your future complaints.

He returned back onto the kitchen and unpacked the groceries to put them away.

When you finally stirred, the sun had gone down. You smelt something good. Your favourite food, making your stomach grumble in reminder that you’d not eaten since lunch.

You rubbed your eyes, wrapping the blanket around yourself as your feet padded against the floor, finding yourself in the kitchen.

You watched Schlatt, dressed simply in a black T-shirt and sweatpants, swaying and humming to the music cooking as Glen Campbell playing on his speaker. He heard you, looking up with a little smile to see you all wrapped up in the blanket.

A soft coo came from him, chuckling as he swiftly picked you up and set you up on the counter. Wrapping his arms around you.

“Mornin’, toots.” He spoke, broad frame holding you and chops against your neck.

“It’s not morning.” You giggled softly, fingers finding the collar of his T-shirt.

“Oh, really? You were sleepin’ like it was.” His tone was sarcastic. He laughed affectionately at his own joke, wheezy as he squeezing your waist . “Made your favourite, sweetheart. Figured you needed it.”

“Thankyouuu..” You slurred, arms wrapped around his neck and head lolling onto his shoulder. “I love you.”

“Love you more, you little nerd. Makin you get that good ol’ 8 hours of sleep now, though. Can’t have ya fallin’ asleep everywhere.” The brooklyn-er teased, pinching your cheek.

“Fuck you, dropout.” You grumbled, making him cackle.

“Callin’ me names, now? Still making you get 8 hours of sleep.”

“No!”

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And when you saw his new lock screen, your endless complaints and struggle to try and steal his phone to change it only made him grin.

“Nah. Too cute to change it. I like it, sleepy girl.”

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[hufflepuffsthunderdome]

Giver

Jschlatt x afab!reader Summary: Schlatt's just desperate to make you cum. Literally just porn, inspired by this actual p0rn vid that gives me schlatt vibes Warnings: fingering, swearing, handjobs, no penetration

He couldn’t even wait to take your heels off. The second he had you inside your dress was lost somewhere by the door, panties pulled off, dangling on your ankle as soon as your back hit the bed.

“Oh god Schlatt,” you mewl as he pushes your legs further towards your head, bending you in half as his fingers tease your soaked folds. You’re not sure how long it’s been, how long he’s been playing with your pussy, it could have been minutes or hours, your brain is a fog of pleasure as he rubs tight circles on your clit.

He groans in your ear as his mouth drops open in a pant, looking down to admire your drool soaked mouth and dazed eyes, “one more baby, one more then I’ll stuff this perfect little cunt with my fingers.”

You moan pathetically as he says that, your pussy clenching around nothing as you cum, juices dripping down your ass and pooling on the sheets. There's a puddle of wet under you from how much he's made you cum, his own aching cock long forgotten as he desperately takes you apart again and again.

“Good girl” he coos as he holds you close “fuck baby such a good girl” he coos as his fingers drop down to tease your desperate hole.

His eyes follow his hands, his cock twitching when he gets sight of pussy, glistening in the bedroom's light, from the multiple orgasms he's pulled from you. Your clit is swollen from his fingers abusing it, and his mouth drools at the thought of bending down and burying his tongue in your folds. He wants to lay there all day with his face between his thighs, his own desperate length be damned if it means he gets to bury his face in your cunt.

He loves you like this, pinned under him, letting him make you cum over and over again. It's his favourite thing to do, play with you for hours until you can't take anymore. You're the most gorgeous thing in the world when he's got you like this, legs shaking just for him.

He makes a move to lie down on the bed, stopping when your hand grips his wrist. “God please Jay” you moan, wrapping your delicate hand around his wrist and pushing his fingers towards your hole, in a desperate attempt to feel him fill you up.

He chuckles as he presses his lips to your temple, sinking 2 of his thick fingers into you as he watches you mewl beneath him, “that’s it baby” he all but grunts “fucking perfect, perfect girl, perfect little cunt.”

You reach down blindly, hand trailing down his soft chest as you attempt to grab onto him wherever you can to ground yourself. You run your hand down the soft pudge at his stomach, digging your nails into his thick thighs.

He tenses in anticipation when you gaze up at him, looking down at your dazed eyes as you pant against his lips. “Fuck” he murmurs under his breath as his fingers pick up their pace inside you, completely enamoured by the sight of you bent like this for him, letting him use you like this.

His hips buck towards your hand in desperation, taking your hand in his and planting it firmly around his cock. He throws his head back in pleasure as he speeds up his fingers again, “god yeah, just like that doll.”

He fucks his fingers into you, the slick wet sounds filling the room making him go crazy, his hips pumping into your hand as you lay in there a haze of pleasure. He leans down to spit on his cock as he fucks himself into your fist, keeping his eyes locked on you so he doesn't miss a second of your blissed our face.

“Oh fuck Jay, Jay god yes” you babble as your pussy clenches around his fingers. You scream as they curl inside you, hitting that spot perfectly. You can feel the heat bubbling away in your stomach, your pussy dripping down between your thighs as you get closer. The pleasure is overwhelming, overstimulating, your fourth orgasm fast approaching.

“Please Schlatt” you moan, throwing your head back, barely aware of what you’re asking for, more? Less? Your body answers for you as you drag your hand through your folds to circle your clit.

Schlatt’s eyes stay glued to your hand as he presses your legs further against your chest, forehead connected to yours. He can feel his mouth water at the sight, your pussy slick and stuffed full of his fingers, your delicate manicured nails rubbing tight circles on your clit as you chase your release.

He bucks his hips wildly into your hand, panting as you tighten your hold on his cock. He needs to make you cum, his own release-fast approach. “Come on baby” he drawls as he reaches up to cup your breast in his large hand, “be a good girl and come for me doll.”

His fingers inside you, his hand on your tits, his hot breath on your face, the weight of his cock in your hand, it’s all too much for you as you cum. Pussy clamping around him as the pressure in your pelvis snaps, white clouding your vision as you throw your head back in pleasure.

Schlatt pulls your legs apart, positioning himself between your thighs as he desperately strokes himself, groaning your name loudly as he looks down at your wet pussy, stretched from his fingers. He collapses on top of you as he cums, eyes glued to your pussy as he covers it in ropes of hot white cum.

You lay on the bed, panting as Schlatt helps you lower your shakey thighs down from your chest. You shut your eyes tightly, trying to recover from the intensity of your orgasm.

You gasp when you hear Jay chuckle above you, feeling the blunt head of his hard cock nudge your sensitive hole. “We’re not done yet toots”

[renranram]

schlatt x reader japan trip 🙏🙏

Japan

sfw + fluff

introvert female reader joining schlatt for a trip in japan :3

schlatt's and your relationship have been pretty lowkey ever since it started, especially coming from a huge content creator like him some of his fans can sometimes be too overbearing

and to avoid that, the two of you to agreed to keep it lowkey, you weren't really a huge fan of travelling, you being a huge introvert and would pray and manifest that all your events would be cancelled or give you an excuse to not attend them

so it surprised schlatt that you actually agreed to go with him to japan, even agreeing to be in his and jack’s vlog, but introducing yourself as his close friend

so there you guys are, entering a cat shop, jack vlogging the entire thing for memorabilia and content as you follow behind schlatt, smiling in awe with the tons of cats inside

schlatt himself would of course glance at you from time to time, hoping you're enjoying and comfortable throughout the whole trip, “ yo, y/n, what do you think about these little fellas trapped inside of those? “ he asks

“ poor creatures “ you respond smiling at him as jack approaches the tiny kitten aiming his camera in the poor thing's face, “ jack, he looks like he's scared of you “ schlatt jokes as you giggle

“ schlatt look, he looks like you “ you point into a black, kind of chubby cat who's meowing at you, “ oh god it is! “ jack chimes in as schlatt smiles at you, before glaring at jack, “ really? this one looks exactly like you “ schlatt mocks jack by pointing on a sphinx as the man puts an unimpressed face as you chucke at their banter

“ .. i actually like the bald one “ you smile, fixing your glasses as jack cheers, “ see! even your bestfriend agrees im a good-looking cat “ jack spoke with his british accent, smug

“ i am so disappointed “ schlatt comments, shaking his head, being overdramatic as you can only smile and look at your boyfriend in admiration

the whole trip went well, and there was only a day left before going back to texas again, so, the two of you spent it together, alone and intimate as you visit a deer park, no cameras, no vlogging, no nothing more just two of you, enjoying your last day in tokyo

the two of you held hands as you chuckle, feeding a deer it's food as you smile, watching the deer bow, “ he's a polite fella isn't he? “ schlatt smiles, at you and the deer

“ he's very very polite “ you chuckle, “ very cute too “ you add, “ you two are very cute in my opinion “ he shrugs

“ cheesy fuck “ you reply, as he pecks your cheek, fixing your hair, as you gasp, “ look at that one! it has antlers “ you exclaim, pointing at a larger deer with one antler

“ do you think he's polite too? “ you ask, “ i bet he'll bow down in a 90 degree angle “ he replies as you break the food in half, handing the half to schlatt so he can also feed it,” what if we feed him at the same time and he chooses his favorite “ you challenge him

“ he's gonna choose the handsome one “ schlatt replies as you roll your eyes playfully as the two of you offers the food at the same time as the lather large deer bows, before choosing schlatt's

“ aha! see “ schlatt exclaims as you chuckle, the deer now feeding onto your offered food, “ so smug “ you comment, pecking your cheek

“ it's kinda hot “ you comment, smiling, as he didn't hesitate to remove his cap, putting it on you, “ should we go back to the hotel then? “

“ but it's like.. way too earlyy “ you reply as you sigh, before gasping, “ can we uhm…go to arcades and uh.. ive heard they have silly photo booths “ you suggest

and after hearing those, he spoiled you , going to the arcades and photo booths you wanted, as the two of you sat at the balcony of your hotel room, your head on his shoulder as you held hands

“ can't believe it ended so fast “ you sip on some random drink you two got from a convenient store on the way back, “ mhm, i wanna stay here with you longer “ schlatt caresses you hair

“ you know.. i was kinda surprised you actually came with us “ schlatt mentioned as you hums, “ really? “

“ yeah.. i thought we'd have to vc eachother again during the entire trip “ he added as you chuckle, “ i don't know.. it's just.. i wanna atleast spend some moments with you “ you answer

“ well… im glad you came, im just.. so fucking happy “ he cups you by your cheek, pecking your nose, “ im glad i chose the right decision then “ you smile

“ jay… i want to promise something “ you mumble as schlatt nods, shifting on your seat, “ yeah? “ he asks

“ … i wanna uhm.. try new stuffs with you and uhm… travel with you, and do cool things “ you smile, “ i wanna… get out of my shell.. so i can be with you “

“ y/n you know you dont have to force yourself just so you can be with me “ schlatt replies, caressing your face as you shake your head, “ no no, im doing this for myself too “ you fix your sleeves as you face him

“ i promise “ you reassure him as he chuckles, “ so fucking proud if you toots “ he ruffles your hair, “ im glad you're trying out new stuffs “

“ … wanna make japan more memorable? “ he pecks your neck, and you immediately knew what he meant as you nod, smiling, lifting you up without a challenge, entering the back to the room as he trace kisses around your face

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@.schlatt4layf • 11 hours ago

my friend from japan just spotted schlatt with a girl?????

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oh what the fuck??

[writingduhh]

You asked for Ted or schlart requests so may I kindly ask for both of them with baby fever? Have a good day!!

Schalrt 😭😭 that caught me off guard

Hope you enjoy !! Sorry if I’m a little rusty, it’s been a second!

Baby Fever (HCS)

❥ Jschlatt

▷ Schlatt starts subtly dropping hints. He'll casually scroll through cute baby clothes on his phone while you're sitting next to him, showing you an outfit and asking, "Wouldn't this look cute on a little one?" He acts like it’s no big deal, but you catch him looking at baby stuff more often than not.

▷ You’ll walk into the room and find Schlatt watching those compilation videos of babies doing cute or funny things. He’ll pretend he was watching something else, but you know better.

▷ Playfully testing your reaction. Every once in a while, he’ll ask a question like, “How do you think you’d look holding a baby?” or “What if we had a kid in the next few years, huh?” He loves watching your reaction, teasing you with a smirk.

▷ Talking about how he was as a kid. He’ll get nostalgic, telling you stories about his own childhood, emphasizing how much he’d love to share that with a little one of his own. “I used to build the best pillow forts as a kid. You think we’d have a kid who’d be into that?”

▷ Joking about having ‘a mini-me’. He’ll tease you by saying, “Imagine a little version of me running around. The world’s not ready for two Schlatts,” but his smirk shows he’s secretly into the idea. “At least you’d get double the love.”

▷ After a long day, when you’re both curled up on the couch, he’ll bring it up in a more heartfelt way. “I think I’d be a good dad,” he’ll say quietly, eyes soft as he gazes at you. “And you’d be an amazing mom/dad. I can already see it.”

▷ Using his cats as practice. You’ll find Schlatt baby-talking the cats, calling them his “little babies,” then turning to you and saying, “Good practice, right? When we have a kid, I’ll be a pro.”

▷ He’ll throw out the most ridiculous names while you’re doing mundane things. “What do you think about naming a kid ‘Maverick’? No? What about ‘Meatball’?” He’ll laugh it off, but it’s his way of getting you to think about baby names seriously.

▷ Calling himself ‘dad’ randomly. He’ll do things like fix a broken appliance or open a jar for you, then proudly say, “See? Im already the dad of the house.”

▷ He’ll come up with hilarious (and slightly absurd) future scenarios. “So when our kid’s 5 and starts a lemonade stand, I’ll be the muscle, making sure they get good prices. We’ll be rich!”

▷ Dropping hints during random conversations. You’ll be discussing future plans, and Schlatt will casually slip in, “We’ll need a bigger car. Y’know, for when we’ve got a car seat back there.” He’ll laugh, but he’s clearly testing the waters.

❥ Ted

Ted gets visibly excited over baby things he sees, like baby clothes or tiny shoes. “Look at these tiny sneakers! Can you imagine a mini version of me wearing these?” He’s playful but definitely serious about wanting it someday.

▷ Constantly dropping dad jokes. Ted’s already known for his sense of humor, but when he gets baby fever, his dad jokes get even worse (and more frequent). “What do you call a baby potato? A small fry!” He cracks these jokes constantly, then grins and says, “See? I’m ready for dad life.”

▷ Practicing his 'dad voice'. Ted will randomly deepen his voice and say things like, “Hey, kiddo, you can’t eat that!” or “No running in the house!” “Hey, you listen to your mother/father!” He’ll look at you after, all proud, and say, “I think I nailed the dad voice, don’t you?”

▷ Out of nowhere, Ted will start dropping baby names into conversations, just to see how you react. “How about ‘Oliver’ for a boy? Or ‘Lily’ for a girl? I think it’d suit them.”

▷ Ted’s a big traveler, so he often talks about future family vacations. “Can you imagine us taking a little kid to Disney? I’d totally be the dad with the GoPro, documenting every moment.”

▷ When you’re out together, Ted always seems to notice families with young kids. You’ll catch him smiling at parents pushing strollers or playing with their toddlers, then he’ll look at you with that soft expression, clearly imagining the two of you with a little one.

“Practicing” dad outfits. You’ll catch Ted wearing sneakers with high socks, shorts, and a tucked-in shirt, complete with a baseball cap. When you ask him what’s up with the outfit, he’ll laugh and say, “Just getting my dad look ready for when we’re chasing kids around!”

▷ When you’re curled up on the couch or in bed, Ted will hold you close and whisper, “I think we’d be such great parents. I can’t wait to see you with a little one. You’d be the best mom/dad.”

▷ Every now and then, Ted will have a moment of sincerity, where he drops the jokes and looks at you with pure adoration. “I want this with you, someday. A family. I know it’s in the future, but I’m excited for it.”

▷ Ted often daydreams about what your future kids would be like, blending your personalities together. “I bet they’d have your gorgeous looks and my sense of humor. We’d be raising little comedians!”

[buckys-goodgirl]

If i were to write poc y/n x schlatt, what are some things you've been dying to see?

SUB SCHLATT. the NEEDIEST big teddy bear you’ve ever seen i have been dying for this. (w/ praise ofc 🤤)

if we are talking sfw I love the good classic enemies to lovers