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what about the whole chokehold thing ( the recent ted post ) but with schlatt instead 🤭

OHHHH MY GOD YESSSSS, nonnie you have my whole heart rn

warnings: NSFW. dom!Schlatt, choking obvi, breath play, dumbification(??), slight degradation, brief aftercare, barely proofread

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his eyes widened “Holy shit, toots. You serious?” his devious smile was a stark contrast to his shocked eyes.

that was the last thing you remember before now, currently your chest is pressed into the mattress while your boyfriend is pounding into you, his body weight holding you down and his bicep hooked around your neck.

his grip is tight enough to limit the blood flow to your brain and make you all floaty but loose enough for you to breathe (and moan) freely.

“Oh- my- god-!” you moan out in perfect timing with his thrusts. with his weight holding you onto the bed, you were at his mercy. he had complete control over you in this moment. and that’s exactly what you needed.

and his voice in your ear along with the dizzying thrusts and slight lack of oxygen was enough to shut your brain off. you were nothing but a toy for him to use in this moment.

“Fuuuuuck yes, baby.” - “That’s it. Turn your fuckin’ brain off.” - “Don’t like when you can think while I‘m usin’ you.” - “Dumb little doll.”

he had your mind, body and soul in every way imaginable.

he hit a spot inside of you that made you scream. your eyes rolled into the back of your head as your mouth went slack, pornographic moans came pouring out of you. without warning you were cumming around his cock and this stalls his movements almost immediately.

“D’you just fuckin’ cum? You just came while I had you in a headlock?! You pathetic little whore.”

he slams back into you, tightening his bicep around your throat. you let out a shocked and slightly panicked noise, but you didn’t want him to stop. you knew what you had to do if you wanted him to stop.

his thrusts somehow got harsher and faster, reaching depths of your cunt that you didn’t even know existed. he was getting close, you could tell because he ran out of depraved things to say and just resorted to moaning in your ear.

you could feel another release bubbling up from your stomach, but it was accompanied by a burning in your lungs. you were actually running out of air this time, but you greedily chased another orgasm over oxygen.

“Cum. Cum if you wanna breathe.” he growled. and that was all you needed. your second orgasm tore its way through you, milking J’s cock in tandem. he came deep inside of you, his whines were the only thing you could focus on.

he loosened his grip and you immediately drew in a large breath. a dopey, fucked-out smile found its way onto your lips as he rolled you onto your side and into the little spoon position.

“How ya doin’? Can you breathe okay, doll?” he gently rubbed your neck and shoulder with one of his hands, soothing the most definitely bruised area. you nod lazily, your brain function still attempting to make its way back. he chuckles and places a kiss onto the side of your head.

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omg i got so carried away with this 🫣

~bunnie

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on set with ted

contents - fluff, college! ted and reader, ted as a director

authors note // as a soon to be film student grad, i wanted to hit yall with my headcanons + blurbs of being on ted with set (also im writing this with an art department background since ive been doing that for the last three years :P)

ted reached out to you to art direct his film

as you are checking your social media to keep up with your family, a direct message hits your inbox from someone named “ted.” you click on it and read, “hey (y/n)! I think we were in english 294 together and i heard from reese that you were working on films as an art director. are you interested on working on something together? i have this one script i’m trying to film in 3 months.” you smile at the message and shoot him back a quick message telling him you’re interested. as an art director, it was hard to find projects to work on, mostly getting scripts with little need for your craft and sitting on set for hours with only a book to keep you company. the next day, you meet up with ted to talk about his film, which was a heavy art department-involved project.

you briefly ran into him during class but didn’t have a fully formed opinion of him

communicates really well about the mood of the scenes and props he wants

if you have a different idea about a prop or set decoration, he hears you out and often goes with your idea because he has no idea how art department works, and it looks better

trust you with doing your job !!! 

on set, he’s asking you to look at the screen to get your approval before going for a take

asking you if you want fruit snacks, then asking a production assistant to grab a few bags of fruit snacks and hands you some

if it’s a heavy art deparentment film and you’re working on set, he’ll make sure you eat before the camera team does

you’re painting final details on a wooden frame and are so engrossed in your own world that you don’t know it's lunchtime until ted is standing in front of you. “(y/n), come on, we’re letting the art department eat before the camera team.” ted tells you. you look up at him with wide eyes, not realizing how long you’ve been working on the frame. You hastily stand up, your legs threatening to give out due to the squat you were in while painting. “did my team eat yet?” you ask, holding on to one of his arms. “yeah, we’re just waiting on you.” he informs you. “oh my god i’m so sorry.” you tell ted as you’re about to run to the table were lunch is set up. he grabs ahold of your hand. “i just want to make sure you don’t overwork yourself; you’ve been doing an amazing job so far.” he smiles and compliments you. it wasn’t often you heard compliments from others outside of your department on set, so hearing ted’s words, the director's words, caused you to blush. you thanked him, got a sandwich from the table and sat with your team to eat lunch. 

if anyone is talking bad about you or your department, he tells them to knock it off

if you need help transporting props or set pieces you need, you know he's pulling up the truck and putting bigger pieces in the 2002 toyota tacoma, and anything smaller goes in the backseat

yeah, he’s the director, and the only person he should be talking to on set is his 1st assistant director, but if you look like you need help with something, he’ll give you a hand, and if he’s busy, he’ll send someone over who isn't

ted gives you the biggest hug at the end of filming and thanks you so much for all the effort you’ve put into his project

when he’s editing, he’ll send you stills of shots of props or your set pieces with a text like ‘this is fucking sickkkkkkk.’

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god i need to get drunk with him

compilation of my fav drunk schlatt moments from an old otk stream

GOD he's a mess and he knows it. the way he eats and licks his fingers??? the way he doesn't stop drinking even if he's about to collapse????? the sounds he makes. I'm so normal guys

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i need to pin him down hes so large

[Insert that one image of him in an OTK vid where he’s getting like pinned down, i cant find it rn]

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took some grad photos today and omg schlatt is graduating!!!!

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schlatt being a candy corn lover is making me feel seen

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there's something so attractive about this...eye twitch

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drooling over him in the rainforest cafe denim shirt

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

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LMAO i never saw the second one. the stress is making him glow

why he look like this :(

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why he look like this :(

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i'm in mourning after seeing ted shaved his stache 😔

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WHAT

TED SHAVED HIS MOUSTACHE. CODE RED IM KMS

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cold dark

contents - angst, allusion to sex, ex!schlatt, argument

authors notes // yall i'm so sorry there has been so many ex!schlatt fics. i am just going through it rn and i need a place to put my feelings so, rpf lol

it’s not that it was a chore to talk to schlatt; you just never sent the first text. after your break up, you moved away from new york to the west coast, and it was good for you. however, a week after your move across the country, schlatt was back under your frequent contacts. but still, you never send the first text, well, unless you were drunk and out and needed a little attention. he calls you one day, and you pick up, “hey schlatt!” you greet, happy to see his contact buzz on your phone. “‘ey! i’m gonna be in your neck of the woods in 2 weeks for a few meetings. i was wondering if i could stay with you.” he replies. “um yeah!” you answer a little too quickly, “i mean, yeah, it would be great to see you. What day are you coming into town?” you inquire. he pauses, “monday, i think, i’ll get you the dates later this week.” you were going to have to take work off, but it was ok; you were going to see schlatt, which is all that mattered to you.

schlatt was starting to get wishy-washy about the day he was getting into town. thankfully, you worked from home and had more control over your work schedule. you weren’t approved for time off for the whole week, but monday through friday, you were able to work morning, so you could still hang out with schlatt in the evenings. the same day you get your time off approval, you get a text from schlatt.

from: schlatt

I’m actually going to be in town from monday to thursday, leaving early thursday

delivered 3:47pm

ok, whatever, you took time off for him, but you have a book that needs to be read anyway.

he gets to your place late on monday night, and you greet him in a towel, fresh from getting out of the shower. your face was still wet, and your hair was leaving drips all over your apartment, but it didn’t matter. schlatt was in front of you with a tired smile on his face. he greets you with a hug pulling you in tightly. “hey (y/n).” he muses. “hey schlatt.” you say with your face mushed against his chest. he waddles the both of you inside to your living room and shuts the door behind you. one of your hands is still holding the towel, and you giggle as he brings the both of you inside. It was moments like these where things were good, like really good. it hurt to smile at him as your cheeks hurt from cheesing at him. that’s all to say, you didn’t change into your pajamas that night.

your alarm blares loudly early the next morning. schlatt is cuddled against your bare back as you reach across the bed to grab your phone and shut it off. you move away from him, and he pulls you closer, “no, please don’t go.” schlatt sleepily begs. you turn at him and lean over to kiss his forehead, “i’ll see you later today.” you get up and get ready for your day, clocking in at 8am and staying online until noon. you close your laptop, and you see schlatt putting his shoes on by the entryway. “hey, where are you off to?” you ask. “oh, i’m headed out to my meeting. i’ll see you after it, ok?” he explains as he lets himself out of the front, leaving you at your kitchen table alone. the rest of the day goes by with you reading your book on the couch. occasionally checking your phone to see if any activity was coming from schlatt, but there wasn’t. the sun dips below the horizon, and you stretch as your apartment darkens. it wasn’t the same dark as when you and schlatt were dating. no, that kind of dark was warm with laughter and soft kisses shared between you. this dark was cold and silent; the only thing you could hear was the turning of the pages in your book. you wait around for him a little bit longer, then stand to go to the kitchen to get some leftovers.

the lasagna was cold in the middle, but you weren't even hungry. it turned to you pushing it around, trying to get the noodles in the sauce and cheese to try and choke it down. The rest of the evening was spent with a movie on and you under a blanket, looking for some kind of warmth similar to last night. as your movie ends, you call it a night, trying to wait for schlatt to return. 

you stir as the dip in your bed and feel a warm hand pull you closer to him. schlatt nuzzles into the back of your neck as he falls asleep quickly, and you do, too. the next two days were similar; you would wake early for work, and he would try to get you to stay in bed, but you couldn’t. then, he would leave as you finished working, and you would feel him climb into bed early in the morning. early thursday morning, your eyes open as you see your clock reads 3:14 am. the warmth from schlatt felt fleeting as his love did for you, but god, you were tired of the pit in your stomach if you thought about too much. you feel schlatt crawl into bed, holding you close again, and he kisses your neck this time. it felt good, but at this point, this was the only time you had spent with him, and you were tired of playing partner in the evenings, only in these moments. you push as he pulls you closer to you. “‘ey whatter you doing?” he asks, sleepy and a little annoyed he can’t cuddle you. “i just don’t wanna be held right now.” you tell him as you get comfortable again. “what? did i do something?” he sits up yawning, trying to wake himself back up for this conversation. you sigh, rolling onto your back and rubbing your face, “it’s just what you didn’t do schlatt.” he looks confused as you sit up, pulling your knees to your chest, avoiding his eye contact; even in the dark, you could feel his gaze on you. “it’s just,” you sigh again, “you say you want to see me and hang out after your  work stuff we haven’t and i just can’t keep myself in this loop.” “but we did hang out!” he argues, emphasizing ‘did.’ even in the dark, you can find his eyes you look at him and correct him, “having sex the first time we see each other after our break up isn’t ‘hanging out’ schlatt!” he falls silent as your words feel like they hang in the air putting even more space between you and him. “i still love you, you know.” he mutters. tears well in your eyes as you hear him, and your head reaches up to wipe them, “you have a strange way of showing it.” there’s more silence in the room as schlatt pulls the covers back and gets out of your bed, pads to your door then shuts it behind him. you are left in a dark, cold room, and the only warmth you can feel is the tears coming out of your eyes and the flushed feeling of your cheeks.

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i am normal !!!!

I'M NOT OKAY

T-T-Tummy...

He has a trail...

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i was thinking about this last night !!!! :3

all i think of is you

contents - SMUT, reader is afab, (y/n) used like once, pet names!, reader and schlatt are exs, reader and ted fuck, penis in vagina sex, oral (f!receiving), praise, ted being a sweet lover, phone call while having sex

authors note // hi everyone! i missed writing ted so hehehe. this can be read as a stand alone fic or part two to messy! shoutout to my roommate for helping me ideate.

it wasn’t a secret that you and schlatt dated once; once it was leaked, it was all over the internet, and it put a strain on your relationship. it was tiring everytime you and schlatt went out or were seen in a video together. The comments would be filled with people talking about you two. you got sick of people coming into your stream comments and asking about schlatt and the cats, so you broke up with him. it wasn’t easy for either of you, but you still told yourself it was what needed to happen. you took a few months off streaming and only streamed with a green screen behind you so people wouldn’t ask any more questions about where or who you lived with. that who being ted. yes, you moved in with one of schlatt’s friends. was it the smartest idea? maybe not. was it the best option you had at the time? maybe not, but hey, the rent wasn’t that bad. as you’re about to begin another tuesday stream, you feel like you’re forgetting something, but you can't place your finger on it. you start the stream and check your phone for a few minutes as people file in before you switch to your face cam. “hey everyone,” you then realize you forgot to pull your green screen up, “oh goddamnit,” you lean down to pull it up. what you didn’t expect was ted’s desk set up to be in full view of your camera. “what?” he asks, turning to face you. “forgot my green screen.” you turn back around and already see the damage in your comments. 

“OMG TED?!?!?!”

“hiiii tedddd!”

“Holy shit is that ted nivision?”

you take a breath and then say, “this is the only time i’m gonna say this. yes, i’m living with ted. if any of you are freaks about it, you’re gonna be banned, alright, y’all? " You ask your chat and wait a beat, looking at comments and seeing people calm down a little before continuing with the stream you had planned.

it’s a few months past; you and ted have a nighttime routine at this point. you would shower and hang out on your bed for an hour or two before turning your lights off and getting into bed. usually,  in that hour or two, ted would join you on your bed and talk about your days or cuddle and watch his tiktok feed together. ted was sat cris cross on the end of the bed, and you were laying on your back tonight and talking about a video idea he had. “no but have you thought about the bubba gump idea?” you ask again with a knowing smile on your face. you knew he wasn’t going to do it; you just loved messing with the man. “no, (y/n), eddie and i are not going to every bubba gump in the country.” he replies with a hand over his face. “no replace eddie with me.” you offer. “oh, well that changes everything.” ted joked, smiles on both your faces. you feel your phone buzz next to you, and a picture of schlatt appears on your screen as he's trying to call you. you never mentioned to ted that you and him were still talking, let alone flirting. 

you look down at the screen and see his face and quickly turn it over, but not fast enough for ted to not see it. “i thought you guys were zero contact.” ted commented. “um, we were, but i broke it last week so we’ve been talking again.” you lied. you and schlatt stayed in contact since you broke up, and both of you were hiding it from ted. “oh well, good for you,” ted moves to get up; there’s a noticeable shift in the mood, “i’m gonna go to bed, i’ll see you in the morning.” “wait, ted,” you sit up to grab his hand before he completely leaves your room, “listen, we’re just friends. Its all it is.” “yeah, i just think you could do better.” ted boldly notes, looking down at you from his standing position. your head cocks to the side at his comment, “and what, you think you can give me better?” ted huffs, amused; his hand holds your neck with his thumb at your jaw, “actually yeah. can i show you?” you take a beat, seeing the missed call from schlatt on your phone but feeling ted’s hand on your neck was intoxicating. your eyes met his, “ok, yeah. show me what you got.” that’s all it could for ted’s lips to crash into yours as his free hand held your waist and his other hand remained on your neck. 

you hold onto his hands and move your body so you’re right against him. his head moves to the side as you moan into the kiss. “wow, already worked up?” he teases. “shut up.” you bite back as he kisses down your neck. the hand on your waist moves to the side of your boob, waiting for approval to touch it. you help and move his hand onto it. your eyes roll back at the contact as he kneds your breast and brushes your nipple. your hand moves to his neck to tilt his head back up to yours as you continue to kiss him. as you do, you reach down to your shirt and remove it, leaving you just in your underwear and sleep shorts. ted looks down at you again and feels lightheaded. “fuck, i need to be inside of you or something. please, can i fuck you.” he just about begs at this point. “get to it, teddy.” and he does, almost ripping his shirt, shorts, and underwear off and pulling your body to the edge of the bed as you lay with your back on the bed and your legs hanging over the side. you can feel how hard he is on your thigh as he leans down to kiss you again. you pull your legs up to remove your shorts and underwear, which are soaked at this point. you toss them into the pile of sleep clothes that will be sorted out in the morning. 

ted’s cock grinds on your clit while he’s kissing you. you lift your hips up and feel his tip against your entrance and moan into his mouth at the contact. ted pulls away, a sly smile on his face, “yeah? you’re absolutely soaked for me baby.” “god, please, i need you, ted,” you babble with your eyes closed, head back, and hands on his chest. “yeah? what do you need from me? hmm?” he’s playing it up at this point, making you ask for everything you need. your eyes open, glassy and full, and look at him, “please i need you dick in me, i wanna feel you teddy.” you plead. “well, since you asked so nicely-” he enters you, and you can feel every vein on him. your mouth falls open, and ted kisses around your neck, keeping an eye on you to ensure it’s not too much. your hands wrap around his shoulders, and he enters more of himself into you. you relax into the bed until you take all he’s giving you. ted draws away from you, keeping hands on your hips as he thrusts so gently and lovingly into you. “fuck, oh my god, ted. feels so good,” is all you’re able to get out as your eyes roll into the back of your head from pleasure. ted grabs your hips tighters as he tries you slowly fuck you rougher, “yeah? feels good, this pussy keeps on cliching down on me so i have to be doing something right.” he thrusts sharper into you, and you see stars as your back arches. all you can hear is his gentle praises of “so good baby,” “so fucking pretty,” and “so goddamn tight on my dick honey,” the moans you’re exhaling, and the sounds of ted’s skin slapping into yours. this continues until you feel a buzz in the bed and reach for your phone. in a foolish move, you flip your phone screen up, and it’s schlatt calling you again. ted sees this happen and speaks up, “answer it.” your head snaps to ted and starts to shake. you cant muster anywords, so he takes the phone from you. a feeling of relief washes over your body as you relax again, only for ted to tell you, “don’t let him know we’re fucking.” answering the call and hands the phone to you. his rough thrusts turn into slow drags of his cock against your wall as your shaky hand takes the phone from him and puts it up to your ear. “hey schlatt.” you answer, only able to focus on ted as he watches you try and keep your composer. “hey toots, whatcha up to?” he replies. “um nothing,” you pause as you feel your core start to tighten as your legs move to rest your heels on the bed frame, “um nothing, just hanging out with ted.” your mouth opens to let out a silence moan. “cool, you guys doing anything tonight?” he asks. “nope, i was, fuck, i was about to go to bed, so you ca-called at the right time.” you tell schlatt as ted’s hands are holding your legs to your chest continuing with his deep thrusts. “i’ll letcha go then, good night, love you.” he tells you, waiting for you to parrot the statements back to him. “yeah, um good night, talk to you later.” you quickly hang up the phone then push it away from you. “fuck i need to come ted. please ted, please, please.” you beg. “so good for asking, come on baby, come for me on my cock.” you feel your pussy tighten on ted as you feel a warmth enter you. ted is still lazily thrusting into you as he leans down to whisper, “you were super tight on my cock when you came, sweetheart. Did it feel good?” god, if you could come again, you would when ted called you, sweetheart, no one had ever used that pet name before for you, and it felt like you were being warmed from the inside out when he used it. 

your reaction doesn’t go unnoticed by ted smiles, kisses your cheek, and draws away again. his cock leaves you, and as you’re about to whine and complain, you feel his tongue lapping at your combined cum spread through your folds. your hand finds purchase in his hair as you grip and pull him in more. ted pulls his head away as you look at him confused. “just trying to clean you up, sweetie,” he tells you with a sickly sweet smile, and he rises to get back into bed with you. you reach to pull the covers down and then over both of you, snuggling into each other. ted kisses the side of your head as he relaxes into your pillow and lets sleep take him. everything he felt for you was expressed through his moment of passion, and he would gladly expand on it in the morning. you were left with your thoughts before you nodded off, and the only thing you could think of was ted and the weight of his body next to yours.

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are yall rocking in ex!schlatt??? (messy! , all i think of is you)

i can cook more with it

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Woah :0🎀

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