#ler!schlatt

[snake-anon]

lee! wilbur ler!jschlatt on my mind. wilbur kicking and shrieking with laughter while schlatt wrecks him while calling him a little bitch.

[quiet-gremlin]

ive got silly guys for you!!! (repost from my old acc) its a little older so im not as proud of it but !! we need more gremlin connor content out here

SFW!!!!! NSFW DNI

switch!connor + switch!schlatt (a little heavier on lee schlatt though Augh) | 1.3k words !!

Bored

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Connor huffed, collapsing onto the couch right next to Schlatt. Schlatt turned his head slowly, his annoyed face very clear to the hedgehog.

Connor frowned, looking up at Schlatt. He opened his mouth to speak, before Schlatt interrupted him.

"Connor, I just want to warn you, that if you are going to say anything about being bored, I am going to lose my fucking mind."

Connor couldn't help but laugh. It was a frequent complaint that the brunette had, and usually everybody suffered when he went through it.

"Well, boy do I have news for you."

The shorter paused, staring as the ram waited.

"I'm bored."

Schlatt groaned, rubbing at this eyes and setting down his book.

"Fine. You win. What do you want me to do about it?"

He was exasperated, and the only response his friend paid him was a simple shrug.

"Dunno."

"Do you wanna watch a movie?"

The taller said, hoping to find an end to their talk. Even though Schlatt loved Connor with his whole heart, running a business is hard work! And he needed time to recharge before he did shit again.

"I guess...."

But of course, the other hybrid had to make everything difficult. What did he even want if he didn't want a simple hang out session?

"You guess? Con, my man, it's a yes or no question."

They both laughed, and Connor finally gave a proper response.

"Fine. But only if it's not a horror movie. I can't stand those."

Schlatt nodded frantically, agreeing. Anything to get out of the conversation and into silently watching a movie.

He was quick to turn on some dumb Disney movie, picking Mulan since he knew for a fact it was among Connor's favorites.

Schlatt opened his book, reading through it as he thought the conversation had come to an end, and they would just watch the movie.

Connor though, seemed to not be even close to done. He snaked his arm around Schlatt's waist, his eyes glued to the screen. The ram didn't think it was anything different, his arm finding its place around his friend's shoulders. It was a common occurrence to find them holding onto each other, as best friends often did.

What Schlatt failed to see, was another common occurrence the two found themselves in the habit of doing.

Without saying a word, both of Connor's hands found their way to Schlatt's sides, and he immediately started taking advantage of that.

"Whahat the fuhuck-"

Schlatt tried his best to shut up, and not let Connor see his hard work pay off, but he was woefully unprepared for this.

The hedgehog simply shrugged, his hands finding their way to the ram's ribs. Maybe he'd think about not wearing a shirt around the house next time.

"Ohokay, ohOHKAY!"

Schlatt tried to back away, but his best friend only followed. He was still holding his book, and really didn't want to drop and ruin it.

"I told you I was bored. Maybe, next time, you won't try and shut me up with a movie. Tee Bee Ache, you kinda deserve it."

Schlatt was going to bring up the spelling of the acronym 'To Be Honest' out loud, but he couldn't focus on that, as Connor had wormed his way to his lower back, scratching at the area by his tail.

That actually made Schlatt collapse against the pillows, trying to squeeze out Connor's hands. But that only helped what he was trying to hurt, Connor moving one of his hands to come after his lower tummy.

Schlatt shook his head, trying to control the giggles that continued to leave his mouth. What didn't help, was that Connor said absolutely nothing as he fucked with him.

"Cohon, CohoHONNEHER!"

He tried to beg, watching the older look up at him.

"Yeah? What's up, Schlatt?"

The ram cackled, his head falling back to the pillow behind him. Of course he picked an asshole to be his best friend.

It took him a moment to process that he could be fighting back instead of sitting back and taking it.

Schlatt brought his hands down, trying to collect Connor's. He actually got a good grip on one of the smaller wrists before the tickles stopped, and bright blue eyes stared at him.

".....Heyyyy, Schlatt-"

He said, looking just a tad nervous. Good.

"Hehey, Connor."

Schlatt responded, a death stare finding its way to Connor.

Even through his short breathed giggles, Schlatt was a scary man. Usually it was to Connor's advantage! But this time? ....no, not really.

"Uhm, what's going on?"

Connor asked, testing the grip that the ram had on one of his hands, using the other to rub his palm on his pant leg.

Schlatt looked calm, shrugging.

"Nothing much. You want your hand back?"

He asked, doing his best to keep his growing smirk off his face.

"Yeah, uh, that'd be nice."

Connor replied, avoiding the other's eyes by trying to pry off the fingers that held the freedom of his hand.

"Wow. That's gotta suck, then."

He finally responded, the shorter looking up at him in confusion.

"What?"

He asked, but it was already too late. Schlatt held his hand palm up, furiously scribbling at it.

The hedgehog shrieked, the shock of his situation hitting harder than the movements themselves. His heel dug into the floor under the couch, and he tried to pull his hand back.

Schlatt wasn't giving in though, his nails scratching up and down the ridiculously sensitive area.

Connor was reduced to giggles, shaking his head as if he were embarrassed.

"The funniest thing about you, is that you don't even fight back! You just sit there and take it!"

The ram teased, watching his friend's face light up a bright red. He knew that he was right though, by the way he just shrinked into the couch.

He didn't respond, uselessly giggling. While that was a good spot, Schlatt wanted to try and get a different kind of laughter that he knew Connor could produce.

He gave the hands a rest, looking the hedgehog up and down. Eventually, before Connor could fully recover, his hands found their way to the other's sides, grinning as he did so.

"You should really just get good, Con."

He said, starting to quickly squeeze. Connor's giggles returned, and he tried to push at Schlatt's hands. It was only when the ram tried to scribble at his tummy that he fought back, actually pushing Schlatt's hands off of him and sitting up to dig into his hips.

Schlatt immediately retracted his hands, freezing up for a second before he weakly pushed at Connor's.

"Screhehew you!"

Connor exclaimed, moving a hand to claw once more at the other's lower back and tail area. Schlatt didn't take this well, but he didn't do much to stop it, too taken in by the sensations attacking his nervous system.

Connor took his time abusing that spot, Schlatt kicking his legs and basically unable to do anything. Finnally, after too much time (in Schlatt's opinion), he finally switched, one hand focusing on his ribs and the other scratching at the base of his horn.

The melt spot and regular tickles hit him like a truck, purring mixed with laughter tiring him out more than Connor probably meant to.

Eventually, he called out what Connor had been waiting to hear.

"Uhuhuncle! UhuncehEHELE!"

That led the older to finally stop, grinning widely at his friend.

"I won!"

He said proudly, rubbing away any ghosty tingles that stayed on Schlatt's skin.

"Oh fuhuck yohou."

Schlatt hissed in response, glaring. Of course, he'd have to get Connor back. But that'd happen on a day he didn't know to expect it.

"Wanna watch a movie?"

His friend asked, an innocent look plastered on his face.

"Die."

[undeniablytoby]

im sure ill be better after school today bc of the person imma see:]

however i wanna take some time out of my morning (i woke up at 5:30 help) to talk about SCHLATT./pos

now i like to think that schlatt is one of those people, like wilbur, where you have to get a certain spot to “unlock” everything else. only wilbur, tommy, charlie, and ted know what it is. wil has definitely tried to tell phil but tommy (or schlatt himself) stopped him

also his laugh is very screechy and loud, pretty high pitched,, occasional wheezes

back to the thing abt that certain spot, its where his back meets his shoulders. you’d think people would of tried by now.

schlatt also doesnt really engage in physical affection or contact, and he doesnt really try to. however when he does this man is definitely a ler leaning switch, i’d say 96% ler 4% lee.

like he’ll he hanging out with wilbur and tommy for example, maybe tommy does or says something and wilbur starts tickling him & it’ll start a tickle fight between the two. schlatt will probably tease the both of them a bit, but once it starts to get a little onsided once wilbur hit one of tommy’s death spots, tommy will get schlatt involved even more by asking for help.

you’d think, since he doesn’t engage in physical contact or affection pretty much at all, he’d suck ass at tickling. this isn’t true at all. so tommy asks for help, schlatt decides ‘eh fuck it why not’ its really just an excuse to make fun of wilbur And basically fucking tackles wilbur to the ground and wrecks the shit out of him, knowing where to go because of being a sideline withess many times.

schlatt definitely teases, and everyone loves hates it because hes good at that too. he’ll lightheartedly laugh AT the lee, mainly wilbur sometimes tommy, but with anyone else (including tommy) he laughs WITH. he’ll just say whatever tease comes to the top of his head.

big guy definitely acts like hes big and tough if hes the lee, which honestly is very rare to happen. but even he needs a good genuine laugh sometimes. and he will ONLY go to wilbur or tommy when he does.

he refuses to say its a lee mood even tho thats what it is and wilbur + tommy make fun of him/lh everytime it happens

[smileydayz]

Suck it void bitch

Andd I wrote another one! I hope you enjoy!! Prompt: Wilbur was a little shit to Tommy in the void so Tommy gets his revenge,,, with the help of a certain ghost. Lee/Lees- Alivebur/Ghostbur Lers: Schlatt and Tommy Words: 713 After Tommy was let out of the prison, he had one thing he needed to do; Get revenge on Wilbur for all the times he tickled him while in the void. Luckily for him he had some information about Wilbur that would make revenge a lot easier. 

One time, while being in the void, Wilbur had randomly collapsed in laughter and it was only until after he stopped laughing did  Wilbur explain that he and Ghostbur were connected. 

Looking around, he finally spotted the friendly ghost. 

“Hey Ghostbur!” 

Looking up from whatever he was doing, he immediately smiled and approached him. 

“Hey Tommy! How are you?” 

“I’m good Ghostbur!” 

“Do you need help with something?” Ghostbur asked, wondering why Tommy came to find him. 

“Actually, Yeah I do need help with something” Tommy stated with a slight smirk on his face. 

Realising the look on Tommy’s face, Ghostbur took a few steps back, a wobbly smile growing on his face. 

“U-um well w-what do you need help with?” 

Tommy’s smirk grew even larger as he pounced at Ghostbur and pinned him down. 

Yelping at the sudden tackle, Ghostbur’s face turned blue as he realised what was about to happen. 

“You see Ghostbur, while I was in the void, Wilbur was a literal bitch to me! So I just wanna get some revenge” he said as he lowered his fingers onto Ghostbur’s sides. 

“Wahahahait Tohohohohommy!” Ghostbur immediately burst into happy giggles as he began to squirm a little. 

Meanwhile in the void, as Wilbur was playing some competitive solitaire with Schlatt, he began to feel a tingly feeling on his sides. 

Squirming around a bit, he whined out loud, “Nohot agahain! Ghohohostbur schehehew yohou!” 

Hearing Wilbur’s giggles, Schlatt looked up from his card deck with a smile. Floating over to Wilbur, he decided to make the sensations worse by actually tickling him. 

Drilling into his hips, Wilbur started to laugh even harder.

 “SCHLAHAHAHAHAT NAHAHAHA!” 

Meanwhile, Ghostbur started to cackle happily as he felt the sensations of someone drilling into his hips. 

“NAHAHAHAHA THAHAHAT TIHIHIHICKLES!” 

Tommy looked down at Ghostbur mildly confused until he realised what was going on. As Wilbur felt what Ghostbur felt, Ghostbur would feel what Wilbur felt, meaning that someone was tickling Wilbur as well. 

Smiling at this, Tommy moved his hands up to dig into Ghostbur’s ribs.

 “TOHOHOHOHOHOMMY!” 

“What’s wrong Ghostbur~? Does it tickle~? 

Flushing blue at the tease Ghostbur began to cackle harder as he felt hands squeezing above his knees. 

“NOHOHOHO NOHOHOT THEHEHERE” 

Meanwhile, in the void, Wilbur was in the same tickly hell as Ghostbur.

 Squealing when he felt the sensations on his ribs, He began to cackle even harder as Schlatt aimed for his knees. 

“SCHLAHAHAHAT YOHOU AHAHASSHOLE” 

“What’s wrong Will? Hm~?” 

Schlatt teased, acting as if he wasn’t wrecking the said man below him.

 Flushing red at this he began to laugh less as the tingly sensations lessened on his ribs. 

Ghostbur’s laughter had also been reduced to hysterical giggles. 

Seeing as Ghostbur was reaching his limit, he decided to go for a finale.

 Pulling up Ghostbur’s shirt, and sucking in air, he leaned down and blew a raspberry right on Ghostbur’s belly button. 

Eyes widening at the sudden raspberry, Ghostbur’s gripped onto Tommy’s head while throwing his head back with hysterical cackles. Also realizing Wilbur was reaching his limit, Schlatt turned back around and wiggled his fingers in Wilbur’s belly button. 

Feeling the raspberries and the wiggling fingers in their belly buttons, both Ghostbur and Wilbur let out hysterical cackles at the combination of tickles on their worst spot with two different techniques. 

After about fifteen seconds, both Tommy and Schlatt decided that they had enough and let up on their attack.  

Schlatt left Wilbur alone to recover while Tommy had pulled Ghostbur next to him to cuddle with him after the tickle session. 

Feeling the affection that Ghostbur was receiving, Wilbur smiled gently.

 Back with Ghostbur and Tommy, Tommy was making sure everything with Ghostbur was okay. 

“Are you okay?” 

“Yeah it was fun!” 

Smiling at this, Tommy pulled Ghostbur into a tighter hug. 

Tommy said gently while still hugging Ghostbur, 

“Do you think Will enjoyed it too Ghostbur?” 

Smiling gently at Tommy’s question, Ghostbur replied, 

“He sure did Tommy, He sure did.”

[sageinacage]

yoyoyo! when you can, do u think u can do some chuckle sandwich hcs? im glad you write for them, they are some of my favorite creators :D

CHUMKLE SAMMICH..

IRL

-alright to start off schlatt 100% stays as far away as possible from charlie and ted’s ticklish endeavours  -there has been many times he kicked ted to the floor by accident LOL -ted is definitely the most ticklish out of all of them, and then charlie, then schlatt -though ted is the one tickling both of them the most often -he’s definitely a SUPER playful ler, like he’ll be like “relatable content” if he makes the lee shriek with laughter, and just always commenting on every single thing, he also loves tickle games a lot -charlie is another really really playful ler, he loves to make the weirdest noises and talk in the “how to beat an ostrich” voice to make the lee laugh even more and get them to tell him to shut up so he as an excuse to tickle them more -schlatt will rarely tickle them because he wants no shit to do with their tickling bullshit, but will be evil, but also pretty playful when he does it. he’d keep making snarky comments and he’s the type of ler to ask those obvious questions n shit -its very common for charlie and ted to get into tickle fights, mostly fighting about whos more ticklish/the best at tickling -charlie usually gets the upper hand because he’s stronger than ted -schlatt always watches from the sidelines and makes fun of whoever is being tickled (he has been dragged into it many times because of this) -ted just KNOWS all of their tickle spots somehow, it scares the shit out of schlatt but charlie keeps trying to nag him for answers -TDLR: charlie and ted constantly getting into competitive tickle fights, schlatt making fun of the loser, then getting dragged into it bc he somehow hasn’t learned from his past mistakes of being snarky with them

[cocoswriting]

heyy!! i really really love your headcanons, your writing is so amazing waaaaah ;w; <3 uhm,,, if it's not too much to ask i would love some lee/ler headcanons for schlatt please 👉👈

Of courseee!! Lee Schlatt is absolutely golden, I had quite some fun with this

Schlatt Lee & Ler Hcs!

Lee:

Schlatt honestly isn’t Lee very often. Mostly because he gets uncomfortable at the thought of being that open with someone, and rarely ever lets someone tickle him willingly. Someone he’s close to would be an exception to this, though.

He is a very cocky Lee, to put it lightly. Even through hysterics he teases the Ler even about how bad they are at this, and how he could do much better. Half the time he isn’t even provoking - he just has a natural attitude.

His laugh is very cackly and he never really giggles at all, because if the tickles are light enough for giggling, he likely just holds back any noises at all.

His ram horns are his worst spot, especially around the base where they potrude from. His laugh tends to get very strained and wheezy when this spot is tickled, he can’t handle it for too long.

You know how he’s a goat hybrid? He bleats if he’s taken off guard by someone tickling him. He tends to get a little shy about this, but if anyone dares mention the thought of him being nervous, he will not hesitate to be absolutely merciless when he gets you back.

Has zero tolerance for tickling. If you poke this man’s sides and warn him about quietening down, he will not utter a single word for the rest of the day out of pure fear.

Has only ever experienced a Lee mood once in his entire life, and only Wilbur has lived to tell the tale.

He can’t handle teasing. Especially things like cooing, because although he adamantly denies it through his laughter, eventually he just self-destructs and reduces himself to just senseless babbling and half-formed sentences because of how embarrassed he is.

He insults the Ler to no end. He makes fun of them, half-heartedly fights back, swears at them, etc. If you tickle him for long enough he’ll stop though, and just sort of melt.

Ler:

Merciless as hell. Unless the Lee specifically asks for it, he’ll always give rough tickles which focus on their worst spots. He’s the best man to go to if you’re in a Lee mood that won’t allow you to ask for it, because he has a short temper, and has difficulty telling the difference between just being a dick and provoking.

That means that if you provoke him for tickles he’ll assume you’re just being an ass and will tickle you until you apologise to him sincerely. If you provoke him then he’ll light-heartedly call you “Brat” while he tickles you. If you didn’t provoke him he’d likely just call you “Buddy” or “Kiddo”.

That being said, if you do ask him for gentle tickles, he’ll gladly give them to you and is shockingly good at them. He tends to go all soft for whoever asked him for gentle tickles and will whisper short teases in their ear, just because at this point he doesn’t have the heart to poke fun at them like he does with all his other Lees.

You know how he has a beard/stubble? He uses that to his advantage and raspberries are his absolute favourite weapon, because it just makes it tickle more. He does that thing where you squeeze the Lee’s hips and once they arch their back, put your arms between the floor and their back so they can’t move away and then blow lots of raspberries on their tummy.

If he’s close to the Lee, he likes nuzzling his face into their neck or against one of their spots, because his beard tends to tickle them quite a bit. Then he acts like he doesn’t know what he’s doing, or why they’re giggling.

Is the type to tickle someone into admitting something to him. Most of the time it’s because he muttered that they were cute and they disagreed with him, leading to an onslaught of tickles until they either went silent or agreed to call themselves cute.

“What’s wrong? Oh, it’s too much, is it? You just can’t take it, can you? Too bad. You know what you have to do, brat.”

“The fuck you mean ‘please’? You asked me for this. Do you want me to keep going or not? Yeah? Then stop your whining, I’m gonna give you what you want.”

“I’m being mean? Mmm... yeah I know. Oh, you want me to just go for it already?... yeah, yeah I know that too. Patience, kiddo.”

[reloadren]

Regret

NOTES:

This fic is strictly platonic and their characters they play in the dsmp I feel the need to clarify this. Schlatt is a ram hybrid, Quackity a duck hybrid, and Wilbur can be a fox hybrid in this fic

TW: swearing

Summary: Wilbur was asked to help Quackity, to which he soon regrets

Word count: 1825

"Is Schlatt ticklish?" Wilburs head shot up at the question banging his head on the table successfully knocking over an awkward potion from the brewing stand. Quackity quickly caught it as the other male stood up rubbing his head in pain.

"What the fuck do you want Quackity? I'm busy." Wilbur had always been good at acting, especially to people he didn't converse with on the daily. He knew how to sneakily avoid and dance around questions without anyone suspecting anything. The dark haired man crossed his arms handing the taller the bottle and repeated his question.

"and you think I would know why...?" Wilbur put the potion back adding some sugar to it and letting it start brewing. Just because he had company (did intrusion count as company?) didn't mean he could slack. Quackity let out a sigh in annoyance as Wilbur rolled his eyes. Patience was something Quackity was lacking in and it was ever so slightly amusing to the brunet.

"The two of you grew up together if anyone would know it would be you!" Wilbur shook his head to that. He damn wish he knew, he believed once he had gotten a reaction but they had been about age 6 and Wilbur couldn't properly remember. He may have been sworn to secrecy as well. The last time he had even tried to get a reaction out of Schlatt was years ago and Wilbur gave up.

Apparently someone would like to try though. Wilbur debated on giving Quackity false information and see what he does with it and how it would backfire, but he knew that wouldn't work out for him in the end. The shorter would tell Schlatt and then Wilbur would face consequences as well. On the other hand he could use Quackity to test the waters for him,, see if Quackity gets any reaction and then Wilbur can come and help. Ideas flowed his brain, but every one had over a 80% chance of failure. Realizing he was taking long to reply he quickly said no he did not and moved onto the next brewing stand to check the other potions.

"Please find out for me, he'll know what I'm up too the minute he sees me, you though can hide things better." Quackity reasoned. And fuck Wilbur for seeing the logic. Him and Schlatt hadn't been really close in the recent years only communicating when they needed too, and to be honest there had been no reason for the separation. But that did give Wilbur an advantage, he could be sneakier since Schlatt didn't know him as well right now. Some part of the brunets brain whispered not too and how he was going to regret it later, but a larger half was filled with childish curiosity and eagerness.

"Fine. If I end up dead though I'm coming back to kill your sorry ass." Wilbur said but Quackity barely even noticed the threat. He was too busy grinning ear to ear as he thanked Wilbur and left the van.

Wilbur sighed once the other left. How was he going to go about this? Ideas swam through his brain but he could point out way too many flaws in each. One however stuck out. No plan. He could invite Schlatt over or go to Schlatt's place and just wing it. Wilbur was a logical person overall, he liked to think about things and find every flaw and fix it s it's perfect, but that's what Schlatt would expect him to do. If he went in without thinking and without a solid plan Schlatt wouldn't expect it, or he could catch on even sooner. It was a risk but had the most successful percentage out of all the plans. Wilbur quickly invited Schlatt over making some lame excuse that the other hadn't been inside his home (or drug van) yet. For the next hour Wilbur paced around his van, occasionally changing out finished potions for ones still needing to be brewed.

Wilbur got snapped out of his thoughts as he felt heard a knock on the glass. He turned towards the noise and glared, there's a door excuse them never knock on the glass. The brunet walked towards the door of the van and realized that it was probably Schlatt. Had he been lost in his thoughts for an hour? Time seemed to have gone by too quickly though it made sense, the sun was a bit past mid day now. Wilbur swung open the door to reveal the ram hybrid on the other side.

"You tapped on the glass." Wilbur said bluntly. Schlatt grinned, he remembered that used to annoy Wilbur when they were younger. The two stepped inside the van, Wilbur showing Schlatt around. Once the tour was finished (would it be considered a tour? there weren't many rooms), the two stayed in the potion brewing area, sitting on an old couch in the corner Wilbur had recently added. The two socialized for a while, catching each other up from the past couple of years and it was like they had never drifted apart. Wilbur almost forgot what he was supposed to be doing until half way though their visit.

Once he had remembered though he tried to subtly annoy Schlatt by poking and elbowing sneakily and then playing it off as just annoying him. No reactions yet but Wilbur wasn't going to give up. It was close to the time when Schlatt was supposed to be leaving, the two were outside now and the sun would probably start setting within the next 20 minutes. Schlatt was being particularly annoying at the moment so Wilbur being Wilbur, gave him a swift shove to the side making the ram stumble a bit. The brunet let out a gasp and his eyes widened while the ram looked confused.

"Whats got you shocked Wil?" Schlatt questioned. Wilbur let out a victorious yell  and jumped around.

"YOU FUCKING SMILED! YOU'VE GOT TO BE SHITTING ME, FUCKING HELL YOU SMILED!" Wilbur yelled. Schlatt stared confused before he realized and suddenly Wilbur's behaviour today made sense. He sighed with a fond smile, this exact moment reminded him of when they were younger when all Wilbur would do is try and get a reaction out of Schlatt. it also reminded him how many times he got Wilbur back for that. While Wilbur was distracted in his personal victory party, the ram hybrid shoved him to the ground. Wilbur's brain took a hot minute to realize what was happening but when he did he started struggling trying to escape Schlatt.

"Hey hey we can talk about this." Wilbur said nervously. He had forgotten the consequences while he was partaking in the victory party to which he was now regretting, well mostly regretting. The situation was just like when they were younger and Wilbur was a sucker for nostalgia.

"I forgot you were a nervous giggler Wilby. Come on I'm not even doing anything." He had also forgotten Schlatt was good at teases. Schlatt also loved anticipation which made the nervous giggles come out even more. Wilbur had always been good at hiding his emotions but when it came to Schlatt it was like he was an open book. Schlatt knew everything about him. Now Wilbur was actually regretting it.

Then Schlatt struck, his hands digging into Wibur's ribs, kneading gently but quickly. The sound that came before the laughter is something Wilbur will take to the grave. The brunet squirmed and kicked his lanky limbs in an uncoordinated fashion but nothing he did could get the evil ram off of him.

"SHIIIT SCHLAAT- FUHUHCK YOU YOU BIITCH" Wilbur didn't swear a lot normally. He only would to add spice to a conversation or to mock and insult someone (normally Tommy). But as soon as he was being attacked (the other word is so embarrassing to write wtf) he started swearing just as much as Tommy.

"You're a musician right Wilbur? Rate my piano skills for me I wanna see what I can improve on." Schlatt switched tactics to skittering and drumming his fingers horizontally across the taller ribs and stomach. Wilbur squealed then proceeded to yell out a phrase of incoherent cursing.

"So Wilbur how are my skills? I think they're at least a 10, you're smiling so much so they must be good right?" Schlatt grinned knowing any teases made it so much worse for his friend.

"FUUHUHUCKINH SHIT THAAHHAHTS WHAT THEY ARE!" Wilbur managed through his laughter.

"Mhm okay, maybe if I try this they'll be better." Before Wilbur had a chance to process that what he said wasn't the best idea, he felt a raspberry on his side and scribbles song his stomach. Schlatt knew all of his weaknesses and what worked best on him and he just used two death tactics at once. The taller all but fell into silent laughter for a second before coming back with loud but squeaky laughter.

"Still want to insult me Leebur?" The ram grinned as if his friend wasn't a mess of laughter and giggles beneath him. He could see though Wilbur needed more air so he eased up to just scratching gently along his sides.

"Yahhahah." Wilbur graciously took in air before regretting what he said. His mouth worked faster than his logic, which wasn't a very good thing most of the time.

"Oh okay I see how it is. I guess I just have to do this." He moved to the fox hybrids under arms. The brunet tried to pull his arms down as soon as he felt the tickly sensation but Schlatt was stronger overall, even more so as he had tired out Wilbur.

"NOHAHAH FUHHUHUUCK YOU!" The air was gone and he was back to squirming.

"Just say sorry and I'll stop," Schlatt grinned. He had missed this. Back when they were younger this had been the only way to get Wilbur to apologize.

"FINEEEE IM SOHOHORY!" The taller restrained himself from calling Schlatt another curse word, he was reaching his limit now. Schlatt stopped and released his arms before going to sit beside him.

"That was fun wasn't it." Wilbur could beat the smirk in Schlatts voice.

"Fuck you." He glared. Schlatt moved his hand towards his side and Wilbur sat up moving away from the hand making Schlatt laugh.

"Mhm that's what I thought. Have a good day pal, we should hang out again sometime." Schlatt said patting him on the head before walking away. Wilbur waves before laying back down on the grass. The sun had just started setting. Sunset was beautiful, it signified the day was over and a new day will begin soon.

"Why the fuck are you laying on the grass?" Speak of the gremlin. Wilbur looked to the side to see Tommy walking towards him. The brunet shook his head a fond smile on his face.

"Doesn't matter. Let's get back to selling drugs."

[kasey-writes-stuff]

Well could you possibly do schlatt hcs? dsmp or irl doesn’t matter.. but if not that’s totally ok!!❤️-🧿

I don’t know his boundaries so I’ll stick to DSMP for now to be safe

He’s not big on physical affection at all even in private he’s not into it often but sometimes he will allow hugs or even cuddles

Very rarely he doesn’t mind his horns being rubbed but you have to use the right pressure so it doesn’t tickle

And if you try and be sneaky and scratch his horns he immediately pulls away but sometimes will pull back in but usually he just pulls away and glares for a second as he says no

He’s definitely like 99% ler

He doesn’t like physical affection or touch in general so it only makes sense he prefers to ler

Sometimes though if he’s really sleep deprived he’s okay with horn scratches or back tickles

His top spots are tough because he’s not overly ticklish but yet also definitely ticklish ?? Like he can hold his reactions decently sometimes and other times can’t

Like sometimes you poke him and he jumps

Others he doesn’t

Armpits, base of his horns, spot like on the bottom most ribs right above his sides, and his hips are his worst spot

Also his tum button

And sometimes he likes gentle tum tickles that just make him all giggly even tho he always denies giggling

The only people he allows to touch him at all are

Wilbur, Quackity, tubbo and Charlie

Anyone else he backs away like he was burned and glares at them

He will cuddle any of those four but not often at all like I’m talking their extremely lucky if they get cuddles from him more than three times a year

He’s not good with after care so he usually just pats their head and walks away

He also doesn’t like aftercare much so just a head pat will be okay but it’s usually better to just leave

He’s starting to be okay with Tommy

He can’t cook he’s terrible at it like he can’t even make bread

So he usually just steals food from wil because he’s a great cook

I think very slowly over time though while he’s still not good with touch in general he does get better at at least letting that small list of people hug him,cuddle him, tickle him,ETC… more

Yea unfortunately I don’t have much more soorru