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Cat dad > anything else

[darkniters]

hii would you be able to do a schlatt x reader where y/n and ted both accidentally take the 400mg edible and schlatt is doing the massage gun etc. to ted but is like actually trying to help y/n lmaoo

Jschlatt who is more fond of you.

SMPLive / Lunch Club era jschlatt.

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"Ted, Y/N," Cooper begins, having slight expertise on the subject of being absolutely zooted, "you guys really need to lock yourself down to a spot. Get comfy, no point walking around you'll just get disoriented."

Yourself and Ted got extremely excited at the sight of the sweet table at the misfits house, why wouldn't you? It was like a banquet in there! It's like they spend thousands on candy and it's just waiting to be eaten!

However, your lack of using your fucking brain has fucked you over once again, because after yourself and Ted guzzle multiple sheaths of Nerds Ropes down your gullet, Tobi appears around the corner, with a flabbergasted look in her eye.

"How many of those did yous have?" she asks gently, not trying to cause any alarm. It seems like a fairly normal question so you answer honestly.

"Probably like. One? Two? Yeah about two I'd say? Do we have to pay or something?" You ask. Paying isn't a problem here, infact it's the least you can do for the misfits and Lunch Club crew letting you stay with them for the week of signing.

Tobi's face easily falls flat, and turns a pasty white. "Oh no. No dont worry about pay... But um...." She trails off.

Schlatt swiftly shows up to see you both, Travis walking near him, both of them talking about some video idea before being sucked into your conversation. Travis, also having taken a few things from the table before, figures out what the issue is quickly, but Schlatt is in the exact same position both you and Ted are in, confused, and alarmed.

"Mate.." Tobi begins again, her eyes darting between the four of yous, starting from Travis, who is about to blow from laughing, Schlatt, who is looking like he's walked in on a crime scene, You, and finally Ted, who are just so confused and concerned. "You've just taken... You've taken 400 milligrams of edibles guys." she finishes.

Well at the sound of that news, Travis and Schlatt explode into a fit of laughter, running back into the living room to inform anyone who will listen.

"Boys! Boys!" Schlatt laughs out. "Get this, Ted and y/n are gonna be off their fucking heads for the rest of the evening! They've just taken so much edibles"

More laughter erupts from the living room, with Swaggersouls, Cooper and Noah falling into coughing fits with how funny they found it. You though, with the addition of Ted, not so much.

"I need. to throw this up." Ted drawls out. Working on autopilot to find any and all ways to get this weed out of his system as fast as he possibly can.

You'd probably do the same, if you weren't already being dragged into the kitchen by Fitz and Noah, looking for any and all ways to get you to calm down.

See, you, of lack of better words, are freaking out and you cant even tell. Your frozen in place, eyes welling up with tears as the gravity of the situation continues to set in. With the addition of everyone initially losing it at the news, it's no wonder your a bit embarrassed. Luckily though, there are plenty of people in the house who know how to handle their weed, and these two boys were no exception

"Alright." Noah begins. "Listen. You need to eat now. And drink now. And get everything that a human body needs to do NOW before you get floored by all this."

As Noah is explaining, Fitz is getting you something to eat, easy stuff that doesn't need to be heated, like Normal sweets, and things like cheese or ham or something. Nothing he has to spend too much time on.

As he's doing this, Schlatt saunters into the kitchen, and he sees your face. Red with embarrassment yet also bashfulness of how these two friends leaped into help you as fast as they possibly could, leaving Ted to do whatever the fuck he was up to.

He decides to fill up a pitcher and leave it in the fridge, mentally remembering to give you a glass of water every so often. As well as that he sees your phone in your back pocket, so he takes it out and places it on the kitchen counter.

Noah notices, and nods. He himself being in the situation where he should've had a friend who was quiet about giving solutions to problems later down the line.

Then, Ted comes back to the kitchen, looking extremely defeated.

"I cannot get anything out of me. I am ruined. We are RUINED Y/n" he says dramatically, lifting his arms and sculpting his hands into claws. Such a drama queen.

Everyone around you seemed to have booted into 'We need to help these two poor bastards' mode, and they're clearing out a spot in the living room for you both to sit, getting drinks and snacks for you both, trying not to have any crazy disorienting screens around you both, and the big one and main one, telling people not to record you two.

But who can pass up on stellar content like this?

As you both start to feel the hit not long after one another, you're ushered into the living room, and Cooper gives you the rules and regulations like a drill sargent.

"Ted, Y/N," says Cooper, just like at the start, "you guys really need to lock yourself down to a spot. Get comfy, no point walking around you'll just get disoriented." He proceeds to point at a sofa or two arm chairs, depending on preference. "Chair." He says sillily.

Ted takes an arm chairs, feeling as if contortion in the chair will help him feel like himself again, while you pick the sofa, thinking that if you have to sprawl you'll certainly have the space to do so on a big long comfy sofa.

The sofa isn't the softest thing in the world, but thats sort of what you need. If you were drowning in sofa for the next 4 hours this would be possibly an even worse day that it has been already.

Yet it can't stay calm for long, because several of the streamers pile into the room with their cameras, asking you both mad questions in attempts to make you both freak your shit. Luckily neither of you are high enough yet, feeling fully concious and aware of your surroundings.

You look around the room, see who's about. Charlie, Cooper, Ted. Swagger. All conglomerate at one side of the room. Travis is making his way over there too. And on your side, Schlatt, Tobi, Noah. Sitting on the same sofa as you. You see Tobis head dip and weave every so often, looking over, around or through Schlatt to make sure you're alright.

Hour One flies in. Ted has had to call his girlfriend to cancel a dinner date, and you are describing every jolt, jab, glitch, and jump in your vision.

Ted had gotten up once in the first hour to grab a sweatshirt, he kept explaining that he felt cold, although you couldn't be on disagree more. You were roasting, Having the feeling of cold sweat that was never even there form along your arms and back.

There are many more on your sofa now, the livingroom becoming more popular as the dusk begins to show. You look down to see who's all there.

Schlatt, Charlie, Jawsh, Swagger, Tobi and Cooper. Schlatt is on his phone, scrolling casually with his hood up. He hadn't moved at all since you sat down, sitting next to you but not close to you, not to overwhelm you maybe? Or maybe your high brain is overthinking it...

Cooper pulls out his camera, and begins to record you both. "Whats the sitch now guys." he asks, giggling slightly.

"No its gotten so much worse. Its. THE worst. My entire body feels like rubber bands " Ted explains, shaking slightly in his chair from being cold. Thats when Schlatt pipes up for the first time since he laughed at you both. "Ted, you probably need... another stick of butter." He jests.

You on the other hand stay quiet, thinking it's better than being recorded. Instead you fold your arms around yourself, to help yourself feel grounded. Holding yourself and making yourself small to make sure that you are still on the sofa. You find yourself continuously counting the people in the room.

One, Two. Three, Four Fi-

"Cooper go be useful and bring them in some water or somthin" Schlatt calls, after Cooper puts his camera away. "There's a pitcher in the fridge I think." Acting extremely nonchalant like he hadn't put it there before.

You see, unbeknownst to you, Schlatt saw your little grounding routine, and while he has No Idea what being high is like, he knew that what you were doing isnt something you normally do.

All he knew to do was to keep an eye, see if you were acting like an anomaly of yourself and alert the people who did know what to do to do something. It was the perfect plan in his head... and just hoped nobody would catch him out for being soft...

Hour Two was dreadful.

Both you and Ted could feel "The Hands."

The grabbing hands all over your body and your vision moving at 5 fps. The feeling of losing control of reality and being dragged into the very chair your sitting in.

That's how you would describe it anyway! And thats how you did describe it. And everyone who know what being this high was like felt so pitiful towards you.

But to Ted? They didn't seem to care! Other than Cooper who was doing nothing but recording him, they would walk up to him and do bit after bit. It was a hard thing to be in the room for.

You look down the sofa to see who was there, to make sure that none of them were close enough to be these phantom hands touching you and secretly trolling you into a false sense of security.

Schlatt, Cooper. But there's a change in Schlatts demeanor after your description of how your feeling.

Unlike last time where he was staring at his phone, his eyes are on you. A sad look in his eyes. What was he suppost to do about these hands? This isnt something you can eat and drink away! Maybe television would help?? No that might cause some headache and anxiety within you thinking that the guys on the tv were grabbing you. Fuck. What was he to do?

Thats when. Someone pipes up.

"Schlatt where's your massage gun. It might help Ted!"

He looks Right, and Cooper is there with his camera on Schlatt all the sudden, you sitting balled up in the corner. The blanket that used to lay over your lap now askew off the ledge of the sofa. It is too warm and too confusing to have layers on.

Ted was feeling just as much as pain as you were, and he decided that the arm chair was too painful to be seated in for the rest of the non eventful evening. So he clambered to the far side of the sofa, the opposite end of where you were, near Cooper, and lays himself down there. You wave to him. He waves back. But you both regret it so fast as your hands are now in a frame rate war.

Both of you are just in. Such. excruciating pain. You count the people on the sofa.

Ted, Cooper. Travis is in the room but not on the sofa. So he doesn't count.

For the first time in two hours Schlatt can not be easily found by everyone, by your side. By his friends side who he clearly cares about more than Ted. Because what he is grabbing from his bag upstairs along with Fitz, will ensure that him and Ted will not stay friends for long after this.

"Hey, just on Ted alright? I don't want fuck with y/n..." Schlatt explains, trying to sound like he doesn't care about you as much as he does. But the cracks are as big as my fat ass. And Fitz can see right through it.

"Yeah man don't worry" he begins, his drowl becoming stronger as he takes the piss out of Schlatt. "Dont worry Johnny boy I won't ruin your chances." he laughs. Without the camera, being aware of his feelings with a friend is scary, not a bit anymore. But he brushes past it and says nothing, unsheathing the message gun from his duffel bag.

"Let's fuck him over."

Hour Three. Pain.

Both you and Ted have bottles of water. Drinking from glasses are practically off the table now, finding that with water bottles; they're easy to refill when needed. Ted is holding onto his for dear life while yours lays sideways along the couch, holding onto anything feels like a threat towards your own life.

Schlatt walks comically into the room. Flaunting the hand massager towards you as he walks past, grinning devilishly.

"Ted you know you've been lying about all day!" Schlatt says, Cooper and Travis turning their cameras on and recording him. "Lets just. Come on Ted we gotta get the blood moving."

Well this just sent Ted into a state of disarray, launching his bottle towards Schlatt with any and all attempt for the large man to step away from him deemed useless.

The feeling upon Teds body was unbearable, anyone in their right mind knew that, Schlatt knew that. But Ted is easy content. When he hears you laugh behind him, knowing your aware of exactly what is happening, he smiles at he biggest smile. He goes for Ted's arm and back and head one more time, before propping the gun up on the table and sitting back down.

He sits next to you.

Schlatt. Cooper. Ted, Travis.

Back to normal.

Hour Five.

"How are you feeling now, Lady." He asked quietly, a small corner of the couch, the room, taken up by your presence, and Schlatt stayed aware of it the entire evening.

"I am." You begin, your mouth not feeling as of its time with your speaking, your hands moving as you speak but feeling so much slower than they're actually moving. "Yep."

He laughs, not a manic laugh he let out hours ago, a normal laugh, a deep rumble from his stomach. He would probably laugh at whatever you said. You're very funny to him.

"Do you need anything. Want anything?" He asks gently.

All the sudden though, straight after you open your mouth to answer, Ted stands up at lightning speed, the fastest he's moved all evening and Bolts to the bathroom across the house. In such speed you can only find yourself describing as; impressive.

"Oh shit" many people say, A few people cheer. Noah returns to the room happily, seeing that at least one of the two of you are getting the weed out of your system.

"You're probably bound for throwing it all up next I bet." Schlatt turns to you again as he says this. "Just let me know if you need help getting to the bathroom and all. I'll be here. I promise." He says that like he's known for getting up and leaving all evening, which, you know he hasn't... done..

ah.

It seems like in your high state you had put two and two together. Your vision is spinning and yet every time you looked down the couch the first person you saw was Schlatt. And you knew he'd be there. and you knew you could rely on him if you needed anything from the kitchen.

And you noticed him put that water away earlier, and that it was currently the same pitcher sitting on the tea table right now. And that your phone was placed next to you by a mysterious figure before you and Ted went into the High Quarters.

He was taking care of you this whole time. And yo- oh. oh no. I think its your turn to run to the bathroom.

You grab Schlatt by the sleeve, who had just sat down properly and had gotten comfortable, but the speed you grabbed him and sat up had him moving alongside you, grabbing your arm and pulling you up from the zone you've made in the sofa.

He practically drags you to the bathroom, Ted not long returning from there cheering for you, while the rest of the room follows behind him, ushing and gushing about how great you acted high.

John kneels down close to you. Holding your hair back as you begin dry heaving into the bowl. He has no issue doing this, he's more than happy to help you. Always you.

See, not only is Schlatt fast, hes also sneaky. He had grabbed your water bottle as you were getting up, having it sitting near him as he sat down after the massage gun bit. He knew that if he held onto it, you'd be able to find it easily.

...

Or something like that I don't know.

Either way he had the water locked and loaded for when you finished puking up your green stained guts.

And when you were done... And John dropped your hair. And your vision picked up on frames... And he stopped spinning. and as you felt nothing but his hand moving the hair on your face back into place rather than the phantom hands... And when he finally after all that making you look pretty shit offered you your prized bottle of water...

You collapsed into a hug, because you knew what he was doing all evening. And he did nothing but hold you on that bathroom floor.

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You continued to be high all night. Nothin you could do about that unfortunately, but after you got sick you spent the remainder of the evening tucked into Schlatts side, eating really small portions of food. John proceeded to walk you up the stairs at the end of the night. And made sure to add before you closed the door:

"Hey, If you're struggling to sleep just making sure you know that, well... My room is juuusst that one over there. Im there if you need me." he scratched the back of his neck as he said this.

"I'll take up your offer if I don't immediately conk out." You say, water bottle in hand and the door handle in the other.

"Goodnight John. Thank you for taking care of me tonight." You grab his hand as you say this, swaying it slightly as you thank him. All he can do is blush.

You close the door behind yourself. And flop onto the bed, immediately falling into a super deep sleep. Having high dreams about Schlatt suddenly, him being the main focus on every single one you had that night.

[writingduhh]

Jschlatt and Reader are in denial, but it’s obvious to everyone else that they like each other. So, at a Christmas party, they plot to try and get the two under the mistletoe together.

But…Jschlatt and Reader are actively trying to avoid mistletoe at all costs, because they don’t want to ruin their friendship or whatever reason it is that they’re in denial.

You got it!! I hope you enjoy!

Jschlatt || Mistletoe and Other Things We Avoided

The Christmas party doesn’t start loud. It becomes loud.

It begins civil enough with coats piled by the door, low music, glasses clinking politely. But as the hours stretch on, the drinks get stronger, the playlists worse, and the laughter less controlled. Someone spills red wine on the rug and decides it “adds character.” Someone else is arguing passionately about whether Die Hard counts as a Christmas movie.

You’re nursing your second drink when you hear Ted laugh sharply, delighted, and already a little drunk before you hear him say your name. You don’t catch the rest, but you don’t need to. When you look over, he’s leaning toward Tucker, both of them angled just slightly away from Schlatt, who’s across the room pouring himself something to drink.

You already know what they’re talking about.

They always do this.

It’s not subtle anymore, the way you talk about Schlatt when he’s not there. How you complain about him with a fondness that gives you away. How you mention his name in stories where he doesn’t even matter. Ted’s called you out on it more than once.

And Schlatt—well, unbeknownst to you he does the same thing.

Your mind does a quick replay of something Tucker had said earlier rust night.

“He asked if you were coming,”

Ted and Tucker are watching you like gamblers with money on the table.

You take another sip and deliberately don’t look at Schlatt. Across the room, Schlatt clocks your avoidance immediately and mirrors it with the same practiced ease. Every time your paths threaten to cross, one of you detours. It’s unconscious, almost impressive, like you’ve been rehearsing this denial for years.

Mistletoe appears sometime after the third round. You notice it because Ted is suddenly far too invested in where people are standing. He pauses near doorways, redirects traffic, compliments decorations that weren’t there an hour ago.

You spot the first sprig hanging above the kitchen threshold and pivot so fast you nearly collide with Tucker.

“Oh sorry,” you say.

He grins. “All good. Kitchen’s overrated anyway.”

You glance back. Schlatt has noticed too. He stops mid-step, then casually turns around and pretends he forgot his drink.

Neither of you comment.

You don’t acknowledge the pattern forming, but everyone else does.

Ted downs his drink and claps his hands. “Alright. Last call. Anyone staying longer than ten minutes is sleeping on the couch.”

People start to peel off. Jackets are pulled on. Goodbyes stretch longer than necessary. The party thins until it’s mostly debris. Empty bottles, low music, and the stubborn few who don’t want the night to end.

That’s when Ted makes his move.

“Hey,” he says to you, lightly blocking your path. “Schlatt left his coat in the back room. Can you grab it? He’s… busy.”

You narrow your eyes. “Busy doing what?”

Ted smiles. “Ya know, existing.”

Before you can argue, Tucker appears behind you, gently steering you forward. “I’ll help clean. Go.”

The back room is quiet, dimly lit by a single lamp. Coats are draped over a chair, familiar ones you recognize. Schlatt’s jacket is unmistakable.

He’s already there, clearly looking for the coat neither of you actually forgot. When his eyes meet yours, you realize they played you both.

The door shuts behind you with a soft, final click.

Silence.

You both notice the mistletoe at the same time.

It hangs above the doorframe, deliberate and unavoidable. No laughter erupts outside. No one bursts in. The party has moved on without you.

Schlatt exhales through his nose. “They’re assholes.”

You smile despite yourself. “The worst.”

Neither of you moves to leave.

The alcohol hums pleasantly in your veins, loosening edges but not dulling awareness. You’re acutely conscious of how close he is, how quiet it’s gotten, how long this has been coming.

Schlatt shifts his weight. His voice is lower now, steady. “Hey. Just—before anything stupid happens.”

You look at him.

“We don’t have to,” he says. “If you don’t want to. I’m not… assuming anything.”

Something in your chest softens at that.

“I know,” you say. After a beat, fueled by the liquid courage, you add, “But I want to.”

His jaw tightens briefly, like he’s holding something back. Then he nods once. “Me too.”

He steps closer, slow and deliberate, giving you every chance to change your mind.

You don’t.

The kiss is immediate but controlled. Warm, deep, intentional. His hand settles at your waist, softly grabbing, familiar in a way that makes your stomach flip. You respond without hesitation, fingers threading into his sweater while your other hand tangles in his hair, pulling him closer as if that’s exactly where you belong.

It’s not sloppy despite the drinks. It’s confident. Earned. Months of restraint finally giving way.

When you break apart, it’s with a quiet laugh, breath mingling.

“…Shit,” Schlatt murmurs, forehead resting against yours.

You softly smile, tongue seeming to trip over itself before you let out a simple “Yeah.”

Outside the room, someone whoops. Ted, probably.

Schlatt groans. “I’m gonna kill him.”

You laugh, “He’ll never let us forget this.”

He huffs a laugh, then sobers slightly. Looks at you properly.

“So,” he says, a little hesitant now, “would you wanna… go out sometime? Like—actually official. Not just this weird almost thing we’ve been doing.”

Your answer comes easily. “I’d like that.”

His grin is immediate, genuine, a little stunned. “Yeah? Okay. Good.”

When you step back into the main room hand in hand, Ted raises his glass in victory. Tucker bows theatrically.

Schlatt flips them off without moving from your side.

Outside, the cold air sobers you just enough to make the moment feel real. Schlatt reaches to squeeze your hand, leaning in, his voice low.

“Guess we were never fooling anyone.”

You smirk nudging his shoulder, “Except ourselves.”

[unlust-fvck]

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Flustered pt. 2

sub!Schlatt x fem!reader Summary: Schlatt and reader go on their date and is desperate to take anything you'll give him, even if it's just a torturous footjob under the table and a denied orgasm. Warnings: swearing, public sex, m!masturbation, fantasising, footjob, kinds cbt, heel kink? Schlatt's a bit of a perv A/N: Part 2 of this! Part 3 here! Lovely ppl who were interested in pt 2: @sleepdepr1v3d @olive823 @invadermeweatsshart @lilalovesmotley @imgayandvoreethatsall @imsotiredrnlol @schlattslonghairytoes @the-slimebox @nagisasugino

You look like a vision, an angel sent from heaven, to torture Schlatt personally. You brush your hair off your shoulder, smiling back at the cab driver, nodding a polite thanks while you swing your legs out, heels hitting the sidewalk. You straighten out your dress as you stand, fixing the top slightly where it slid down, covering back up the red lace below it. The black, satin dress falls long down your legs, hugging your hips and waist as you twist them gently to smooth out the fabric.

Schlatt pushes off the wall he had been leaning on, waiting for you, and moves through the crowd of people littering the sidewalk to get to you, bumping into a few people as he does so.

"Y/N," he calls out, cursing himself at the way his voice shakes with nerves as he gets your attention. You turn and beam up at him and he feels his anxiety melt away when he sees your pretty smile, making his way towards you.

You smile, wide and happy when he gets close to you, "hi Jay," you breathe against his neck as you pull him down for a hug, "you look so nice." He had gotten himself a bit dressed up, wanting desperately to impress you. Nice tan, corduroy jacket, his one pair of good black jeans, forgoing the hat for the rare time he's willing to use some hair product. "You look so good when you try," you say as you pull away, keeping your hands on his shoulders as you scan him up and down, "even when you don't try," you say as you grin at him, giving him a sly wink and a coy shrug.

His heart flutters in his chest as he mumbles out a stuttered thanks, both shrinking under your gaze and inflating with pride at your compliment. He tries desperately to find the words to say how gorgeous you look, but you're taking his hand in yours, wrapping your small hand around his as you lead him into the restaurant, and he can't think of anything at all right now.

He just follows, trying to ignore the way your soft palm feels against him, the way your heels click on the tiles as you enter the building, the way your ass sways gently, hugged by your dress.

"Do you have a reservation?" the man at the host stand asks, flipping through his book of names, doing an almost cartoon double take when he looks up and makes eye contact with you.

Schlatt shy's away from you a bit when he sees the way the man is eying you, he's not one to feel shy like this usually but he can't but feel like he doesn't deserve to be standing next to a goddess like you in this moment. You take note, giving him a reassuring smile as you give the man your name, pulling Schlatt closer to you as you rub your thumb across the back of his hand.

He feels pathetic for the way his cock twitches in his jeans at the gesture. He has to bite his lip to stop the giddy laugh that he feels bubbling in the back of his throat. He doesn't know how you manage to make him feel every emotion at the same time but it becomes so overwhelming sometimes he just wants to laugh.

You turn and smile at him as you lean against the greeter's stand, he feels like the entire room has vanished around him as he smiles back. In a moment of boldness that he can't quite place, he shifts his hand, interlocking his fingers with yours, letting out a sigh of relief when you give his hand another gentle squeeze.

"Your table's not quite ready," the man says, eyes darting down to your chest as you roll your eyes subtly, "just take a seat over there." He points you and Schlatt over to one of the couches near the door, when you sit down and wait for your table to be ready.

It's only when you sit down, crossing one leg over the other that he notices the slit in your dress. He stumbles as he sits next to you, almost missing the seat as he keeps his eyes focused on the exposed skin of your thigh. It would be so easy to pull you up in his arms, hold you against him as he runs his palms along your soft skin, he feels his mouth water as he clenches his fist at his side.

He hears the sharp click of your manicured fingers as you snap playfully at him, moving your hand up towards your face as his gaze follows, locked on your fingers, until he's met with your surprised expression. He feels like a dog, a pet who's obeying your command, looking where you tell him too, as your expression turns to a knowing smirk. He looks away flustered, shifting to try to adjust his hard cock in his pants, feeling his stomach clench with need when he hears your seductive laugh next to him.

You don't even need to say anything and he's already whipped.

You take mercy on him when you see how genuinely flustered he is, feeling the warmth grow in your chest as you see the effect you have on him. Your little game is fun, makes you insanely wet every time you manage to get him like this, but you can't help but feel a little bad.

That second of mercy you're willing to grant him vanishes when you see his tongue dart out to wet his lips as his gaze drifts to your chest. Yeah fuck it, you think, this is too fun.

"How've you been since you were in LA?" you ask politely, hand running down your stomach as you smooth out the fabric, smiling up at him as you watch him swallow hard. His Adam's apple bobs as he tries desperately to keep his gaze respectful, all while your only thought is how satisfying it would be to sink your teeth into the side of his neck, leave him with a real pretty mark he'll be unable to hide.

"I-I've been good," he replies, wiping his palms on his jeans as his control falters and his eyes snap down briefly to watch your hand run down the fabric of your dress that covers your stomach, "same old, same old."

You smile at his mumble and nod, chewing your lip briefly before you continue, "that's good, I'm glad," your hand continues it's movement down your body, adjusting the fabric of your dress at your sides, "I love when you guys all get out to film the podcast but I miss getting you alone."

"Really?" he asks, eyes snapping up to your face watching you in surprised awe when you tell him that.

You smile up at him, eyes snapping down to your hand as it makes it's way to the exposed skin of your thigh. You feel your panties get damp as you watch his eyes leave your face and follow your hand, his eyes intense and desperate as he mentally undresses you. Dragging teasingly down your leg as you bend over slightly, pushing your chest out slightly as you smile up at him sweetly, adjusting the strap of your heel. "Of course," you say, "you're my favourite after all."

His eyes are stuck on your hand, watching as your delicate fingers undo the thin strap of your heel, buckling it with practiced ease. He can't help the way his lips part slightly, breathing getting heavier as he admires your hands, pretty red nails a stark contrast against the black heels, matching the lace he got a glimpse of under your dress. He wants to see them wrapped around his cock, blood red nails wrapped around his aching length as you work him up and down. He feels his cock twitch as he imagines how good your soft hands would feel, slick with spit, wrapped tightly around him, covered in his cum if you let him finish. God he'd beg you to let him finish.

You make your way to your table when it's ready, walking through the large expanse of tables in the restaurant towards the back, up a set of stairs that winds up to a second floor. It's quieter up there, soft piano music playing in the warmly lit room, emerald green velvet booths tucking each of the few tables away privately. Only one other table is occupied, an elderly couple who smile politely when you both pass, their plates nearly empty as they eat.

"I'll bring a water for your table," your waitress says as you sit down in the booth, Schlatt sliding in opposite you eyes never leaving yours, "please feel free to look at the menu's in the meantime."

You say thanks, giving her a polite nod and picking up your menu, and scanning over your options. Schlatt keeps his eyes locked on you, watching you as you read the menu, face drawn in concentration. He admires the way your mouth moves subconsciously as you read, mouthing the words to yourself as you go, the small line in between your drawn in eyebrows that he desperately wants to reach over and run his thumb along. The dim lighting of the low hanging bulb above you casts your face in shadow as you read, hair falling in front of your face as your eyes scan the page. He feels his breath hitch when you look up at him, eyebrows raised in question, eyes wide as you gaze up at him as he stares at you.

"Y/N," he breathes as he gazes at you, watching your expression soften as your hand shifts on the table, his own hand moving towards yours, "I-"

He jumps away from the table slightly when the waitress seemingly materialises out of thin air, shrinking embarrassingly as he hears her laugh at his surprise. She sets the water down on the table pulling out her notepad as she asks for your order.

"I'll get a glass of your house red and your fettuccine carbonara," you say, smiling up at her as you fold up your menu, "and he'll get a rib eye, medium rare and... do you have diet root beer?" she shakes her head, "just a root beer then."

He stares at you in awe as you reach over and take his menu from his stunned hand, handing them to the waitress with a sweet smile before turning back to him, "I hope that sounds ok."

He just nods dumbly, brain struggling to fire back up as he watches the easy confidence you project as you lean back in your chair, taking a sip from your glass of water. "I couldn't have gotten a beer?" he asks as he forces a choked chuckle out.

You shake your head as you smile against your glass, lowering it from your lips to reveal the red stain left around the rim, "I need you totally sober for me tonight."

"Holy fuck," he moans as his hand pumps his cock, holding the door to the small bathroom shut as he leans against the sink, grip desperate as he works himself quickly. Dear god he needs you to tell him what to do like that, he'd follow blindly your every demand if it means you'd smile prettily like that down at him, he'd do anything you ask.

Your red lips and the stain you left on your glass are imprinted on his mind. He wants to be able to look down and see the soft red prints of your lips staining his body, wake up and see them staring back at him in the mirror as a reminder of you, how good he knows you'd feel.

He's finishing quickly, embarrassingly so, ropes of cum shooting up his body as he fumbles to pull his shirt out of the way so he doesn't stain it. Leaning back against the sink he pants as his grip on his cock remains tight, stroking himself as his orgasm racks his body enough to make his legs shake.

"You took a while," you taunt as you smirk at him when he walks back out from the bathroom, back towards the table, "you ok?"

His face flushes red as he nods, sliding back into the booth as he fiddles with his napkin, avoiding your intense gaze. He knows he's not being subtle, fidgeting with his belt as his sensitive cock twitches in his jeans, breathing growing heavier under your stare. You're staring a hole through him, he knows you know what he's just done, how desperate he is for you.

"Do you often go run off in the middle of a date?" you smirk, biting your lip as you watch his blush deepen as he attempts to stutter out a clarification for his confusion at your words. "what? you don't think this is a date?" you ask sweetly, foot sliding across the floor to rest against his as you lean against your hands, stare unwavering as he fumbles to find his words.

"I-I didn't - I - I mean I," he fumbles out, hands clenched tightly in his lap as he finally turns to meet your stare, breath hitching at the domineering look in your eyes.

"Surely you can tell by now," you purr as you let your food slide up his leg, heel pressing gently against his calf, "how badly I want you."

His cock twitches to life again at your words, breathing heavy as he feels the pressure of your foot against his leg. He feels himself twitch in his pants at your admission, precum leaking from his tip again as he strains painfully against his pants, shifting in his seat to alleviate the pressure.

"I know you want me too," you continue, tongue darting out to wet your lips as you yourself shift in your seat, feeling your panties flood with arousal as you watch him squirm, "you're not very subtle."

He mumbles out an apology as he reaches for his glass, trying to distract himself from the pressure that is travelling up his leg. He lets out a sharp gasp before he can stop himself as he feels the sharp toe of your stiletto dig into his thigh as he attempts to drink, hands shaky as he tries to stop the liquid spilling out as he trembles. He inhales sharply, when he feels you apply pressure to his inner thigh, bringing the glass up to his lip to distract himself from the way his cock throbs painfully.

He watches you across the table, biting your lip as you watch him squirm, a soft whimper escaping his lips when he feels you press down harder, shifting your foot closer to his bulge, heat rising to his face as he flushes embarrassedly. He gulps down the saliva pooling in his mouth as he watches you, feeling his breath stutter as he sees the devilish grin spread across your face. Fuck please, he silently begs, willing you to touch him, even if it's just your heel against his bulge, he needs it.

The moan he lets out is downright pathetic when he feels you finally press your heel against his bulge, dropping his head to watch your foot in his lap as he tries to control his breathing. He's panting now, loud in the near silent room as he watches you work your heel against him. You work your heal against him, applying gentle pressure, working your foot along his length from base to tip before retracting it for a second, watching as his breath stutters before starting again.

He's watching your foot move against his bulge, trying desperately to control his moans as he feels the pressure against his cock, your shiny black heel working against his body, using him as he sits there and takes it. He tries so hard to be quiet, to keep his moans quiet as he feels the drool pool in his mouth as he watches you work him, he so desperately wants to hear you praise him for behaving. But he can't help the moan that rips from his mouth when you work your foot harder against him, the mix of pain and pleasure making him twitch in his pants as he clamps a hand over his mouth before he can moan again.

"God this is pathetic," you laugh as you press your shoe into his bulge, no longer working his shaft, just pressing your foot in as you watch his lips part, "moaning like this in public? Someone will see you know?"

"I don't care," he pants, hand going down to grip your heel desperately needing to feel your skin against his hand.

"You don't care? You want someone to see you humping my foot like a fucking dog?"

He hadn't even realised you had stopped moving, his grip on your heel tight as he ruts his hips against you, desperate to feel your heel move against his aching cock. He lets out another broken moan as he feels anxiety settle in the pit of his stomach before being swallowed by the burning need he's been feeling for months now.

You pull your foot out of his grasp, running your tongue along the inside of your cheek when you hear his desperate pleas as his hand chases your body under the table, "take it out for me."

"What?" he asks, eyes snapping up to yours, wide in surprise when he sees the mocking glare on your face.

"You heard me, take it out."

He swallows hard when he hears the small thud of your shoe hitting the floor, as he flounders to find his words, "here?"

Your now bare foot finds his bulge again, pressing down harshly as you raise your eyebrows at him, "I wasn’t asking."

He fumbles with his belt before he can let his brain catch up, moving on autopilot at your demand as he undo the buckle and shoves it away. His shaky hands fumble with his zip, desperate to fulfill your request as he pulls his briefs down slightly, letting his aching cock spring up and hit his stomach. He sighs in relief, the sigh turning into a desperate moan when the cold, smooth skin of the bottom of your foot presses against his cock, hunching over to watch you move.

He's hard and big against your sole, you can't see him but you can feel how big he is already, skin smooth and slick with precum as you press firmly against it. You feel him twitch against you, biting your own lip as you hold back a soft moan as you watch him. Your cunt drips as you eye him, watching him try to hold back his moans at the feeling of your foot, lips parted and swollen from where he's been biting them, eyes scrunched shut in pleasure.

You can't help yourself, he looks too good like this, moaning and writhing under your control to pass up the opportunity. Your hand snakes down between your legs, shifting your dress to the side and snaking into your panties. You work his cock, feeling his precum dribbling down his tip onto your foot as you feel your own juices coat your fingers as you work them between your folds.

He hears a soft moan fall from your lips, eyes snapping up immediately to yours as he watches you stare at him, your own lips parted from pleasure as you work yourself under the table. His cock twitches desperately as he mumbles out a silent plea of your name, watching you bite back your own whimper as you press harder against him again. He so badly wants to work his fingers inside you, he doesn't give a damn who could see. He'd sink to his knees right now and crawl under the table if you demanded, gripping you tightly as he works his thick digits into your pretty cunt. Fuck he knows you have the prettiest cunt.

He drops his head down against the table, unable to handle the pleasure anymore as he feels his stomach clench, warms burning as he pulses. He fumbles desperately when he feels your foot leave his, flushed face looking up at you, eyes dazed and hazy as he whines softly.

He sees you talking, it takes him as second before he can focus his brain enough to hear what you're saying, watching the sympathy on your face as you talk to the waitress. "Yeah I should really get him home," you hum gently as you reach out and take Schlatt's hand, "poor guy's coming down with something, we'll grab the bill thanks."

[blushk1tten]

sweet as sugar ꨄ

— sfw: schlatt with a s/o who bakes —

schlatt likes to joke that it’s your fault he’s such a “fat fuck”

he also loves to call you nicknames that kind of relate to baking like sugar, honey, sweetie, etc.

he’ll leave his stream for a minute and come back snacking on your latest creation because the kitchen always has some kind of treat

schlatt also has done a few baking streams with you, though it’s much more chaotic than your usual baking

he’ll try not to waste your ingredients, but he can’t help throwing some flour at you or swiping some icing on your cheek if he gets bored

his other bit for the streams is just saying a bunch of innuendos about how much he “loves your goodies”

occasionally schlatt tries to seriously help you bake, but he just spends the time sneaking tastes and holding you from behind while he asks questions

“why can’t you combine everything at once” and “how is this dough different from the other one you just made”

he likes to sing to you while you bake

one day while you’re making a wedding cake for one of your friends, he’s holding you from behind and humming softly, then quietly speaks up

“do you think you’ll make our wedding cake”

overall baking with schlatt is either chaotic and funny, or sweet and domestic

[anotherfcknschlattsimp]

Kinktober Day 2

one bed trope

let's go

schlatt

jokes about taking the bed and you taking the couch, but overall wants to share the bed “for comfort’s sake toots”

very upset about it (or so you think)

tries to stay a respectful distance from you

dreams about you nonstop in more and more lewd ways. wakes up in the middle of the night with a b o n e r i tell you what

he had to fix that shit NEOW 

hopes you wont wake up while he’s desecrating the close friendship you two have built on trust

aka, jerking off next to his crush and best friend while in bed with them after dreaming about fucking them

gets VERY scared and insecure when you wake up and catch him, ready to flee

ted (im realizing i am not a ted writer)

offers to take the couch

you say you’d rather have him lay with you than sit in the cuck chair all night, his spine would be ruined and mess up his attitude for the next day of shooting

doesn’t take all that much convincing 

offers his arm for you to cuddle him if you wanted

also one to dream of you while trying not to think about how close and warm and pretty much perfect you are, pressed right up to his side

you wake up in the morning with ted spooning you and with something uncomfortably poking your ass

ted doesnt seem to be awake yet so you test a theory by rubbing yourself against him

he moans out your name among choruses of swears as he finally cums his pants

you can feel the wet patch but dont want to clean up before he wakes and has to deal with the fact that he did that

read: fuck you how he did in his dream

charlie

insists on taking the couch

i mean INSISTS

you have to drag him to the bed

you dont give him a chance at distancing from you, pulling him into a cuddling position

“cuddle me char-char” you say in an overly innocent tone

he finally sinks into the embrace and rests his eyes for the night, still nervous about what might happen

he’s had naughty dreams about you before and just prayed that it wouldnt happen tonight

you wake up and notice your hand drifted south to charlie’s hard cock

when you realize, you give a couple experimental strokes which were greeted by him humping your hand and his pretty little whimpers 

you make a hard decision (to wake him up to you sucking him off or you riding him)

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[nymphomaniaa]

i’m such a softie schlatt truther. i’m all for reading fanfics where he’s an absolute asshole, or he’s this aggressively dominant guy, but i feel like he is way more introverted and reserved than people make him out to be. he’s the kind of dude who, if really in love, would ask for snuggles after a long day and want to shower you in sleepy kisses while you scroll on your phone before bed. he’d send you those tiktoks of cats being affectionate together and say it’s you and him. he’d find comfort in spending time home alone with you versus anyone else if you gave him the space to feel safe around you. and so on.

i feel like he takes an outstandingly long time to open up to people, and until he does, he displays that hard outer shell that the public is more familiar with. but when that wall is broken… he’s the most down to earth, gentle, and loving teddy bear. but you gotta really work to earn that side of him.

aaand maybe that’s why i love writing slow burn for him. lol. it just makes the most sense in my head.