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OH MY GOD HES SO FUCKING PRETTY I NEED TO SUCK HIS DICK PLEASSE PLEASEEEEE ILL CRAWL UNDER THAT DESK KTSELF PLEASE

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#BringItBack

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

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I’d let him

Pairing: Jschlatt (Jay) x fem!reader

Word count: 2k

Warnings: Southern Gothic setting, suggestive themes, longing, age-appropriate obsession, minor religious guilt, emotionally charged romantic tension, kissing, not entirely innocent thoughts, suggestive content, TWINK SCHLATT!!!

Summary: You’ve always watched him from afar. Jay, the loud-mouthed boy with bruised knuckles and a laugh that makes you feel dizzy. You’re sweet, or at least you were, before he looked at you like that. Now you can’t stop thinking about him. And worse, he’s finally started noticing you back.

A/N: Hope this ruins you in the softest, most Southern gothic Ethel Cain way possible. 😘 fr though I love this song with schlatt and this plot/setting just screams twink schlatt to me okay- like all of the skinny trashy boys I had a crush on in high school who smoked way too much weed

You saw him for the first time the summer you turned nineteen, when the heat came in thick and slow like molasses, and the pavement outside the gas station bubbled under your sneakers. You were elbow-deep in freezer burn, rearranging popsicles behind the counter, when the bell above the door rang and your world tilted just a little.

He walked in like he owned the place, all long limbs and loud voice, laughing at something one of his friends said. God, that laugh. Big and brash, like the kind of boy who didn’t apologize for anything.

He was wearing a cut-off tee with a band you didn’t know and a backwards hat that barely contained the curls at the back of his neck. You watched from behind the freezer glass, pretending to look busy as he strutted past the aisle of honey buns and beef jerky, jaw chewing absentmindedly on a toothpick like it had done something to offend him.

He didn’t look at you. Not then.

But you looked at him.

And you kept looking.

⸻

Jay wasn’t the kind of boy you brought home.

He was the kind you watched from across the parking lot while pretending to count scratch-offs. The kind of boy your mama warned you about when she told you to keep your legs closed and your eyes down.

But you couldn’t help it.

He was loud and messy and wild in a way this place wasn’t. The kind of boy who’d get in a fistfight for fun and then kiss you in the fallout. He wore his meanness like cologne and spat sunflower seeds at your feet without saying sorry.

You didn’t know him. Not really.

But you wanted to.

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You made a habit of knowing when he’d show up.

His truck would growl into the lot just after 7PM, rattling like it had a death wish. You’d hear it before you saw him, bass turned up too high, the windows rolled down even though the AC worked fine.

He always parked sideways like rules didn’t apply, and strolled in with two of his friends trailing behind him like bad ideas. His voice was always the loudest. Sharp, cutting, dipped in something vulgar and funny.

You kept your eyes low. Played it safe.

But you felt it.

The pull.

The ache.

The heat that bloomed somewhere just below your ribs and spread like spilled syrup when he walked too close, smelled like smoke and gasoline.

And you started dressing different.

Just a little.

Gloss on your lips. Baby tee tucked tight. A daisy clipped behind your ear.

All soft, sweet things.

Things you hoped he’d want to ruin.

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One day, he looked at you.

Really looked.

You were leaning on the counter, chin in hand, flipping through a trashy tabloid when the bell jingled and Jay swaggered in alone. No friends this time. Just him and the thick heat and the sound of cicadas screaming outside.

You didn’t glance up fast enough.

But when you did—

He was already looking.

Right at you.

His eyes dragged over you, slow and lazy like he had nowhere to be. His smirk curled, and he walked right up to the counter, chewing on nothing, eyes half-lidded and cruel.

“Don’t think I’ve seen you before,” he said.

You blinked. Swallowed.

“I work nights.”

“Shame,” he muttered, tapping the counter with a ringed finger. “Guess I’ve been missin’ out.”

Your face burned, but your voice stayed steady. “You want anything?”

He grinned. “Yeah. What’s your name?”

You told him.

He said it once, trying it out. “Pretty.”

You should’ve laughed.

Instead, you stared at the way his lip curled around the word, the way he leaned forward like he was gonna say something awful, something filthy, and you would’ve let him. You would’ve listened to every word.

But he just winked.

Grabbed a cherry soda from the fridge and left a crumpled dollar on the counter.

No change.

No goodbye.

You watched him walk out into the heat, long and golden and made of sharp edges.

You didn’t breathe for a whole minute.

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You started writing about him in your journal.

Nothing serious.

Just little things.

Like the way he scratched the back of his neck when he was bored. Or how he always seemed to know when someone was watching him and looked smug about it. You wrote down the songs he played when his truck idled in the lot. You imagined what his voice would sound like in your bedroom, saying things you weren’t supposed to want to hear.

You didn’t love him.

You just wanted to kiss him so hard your teeth ached.

You just wanted to be his, even if only for a night.

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Two weeks later, he showed up again.

This time, he leaned on the counter and said, “You ever been out to the creek?”

You blinked. “What creek?”

“The one past Miller’s farm. Little spot with the rope swing.” He smiled like he knew you wouldn’t say no. “You should come.

You didn’t ask why.

You just nodded, heart jackhammering against your ribs

.

“Tonight,” he said. “Ten sharp. Don’t be late.”

And just like that, you were his.

⸻

You told your mama you were staying at a friend’s.

Put on your shortest skirt. Slicked on lip gloss that tasted like strawberries and sin. Walked barefoot down the gravel path until his headlights found you.

He didn’t say hi.

Just opened the passenger door and looked you over like he’d won something.

You climbed in, silent and sweating.

The cab smelled like sweat and spearmint and a boy who never cared what time it was.

He drove with one hand on the wheel and the other resting just a little too close to your thigh.

The radio played something low and slurred, and he tapped the beat on his knee like he didn’t even notice you were staring at his hands.

You were.

You couldn’t stop.

⸻

The creek was quiet.

Moonlight hit the water in soft ribbons, and the trees whispered secrets to the wind.

He cut the engine and leaned back in his seat, one arm slung lazily behind your headrest.

“You’re quiet,” he said.

You shrugged.

“Nervous?”

“No.”

“Liar.”

You glanced at him.

His eyes glittered in the dark.

He grinned.

“You watch me a lot,” he said.

You froze.

“What?”

“Don’t play dumb. You think I didn’t notice? Thought it was cute.”

You looked away, heat crawling up your neck.

He leaned in.

“Gotta admit,” he murmured, “I been watchin’ you too.”

You turned to him, lips parted, but he was already there—mouth on yours, hands rough on your hips, kiss sweet and sharp like peach candy and bad intentions.

It wasn’t gentle.

But it was good.

Too good.

And when he pulled back, eyes hooded, lips shiny, he whispered, “Been thinkin’ ‘bout this.”

You didn’t say a word.

Just climbed into his lap and kissed him like you were starving.

⸻

You weren’t a good girl.

Not really.

You wore white dresses and said thank you and smiled at old ladies in church.

But under it all, you ached.

For him.

For something real.

And Jay?

He was real in all the worst, best ways.

He bit your bottom lip when you teased him. He pulled your hair when you got too mouthy. He kissed your neck like he was marking territory.

You let him.

You wanted him to.

⸻

You met like that every week.

Sometimes at the creek.

Sometimes behind the old laundromat where the lights flickered and the pavement smelled like bleach and burnt rubber.

He’d press you against brick walls and tell you how pretty you looked when you blushed. He’d call you baby and trouble and sweet thing like it meant something.

And God, it did.

To you, it meant everything.

He wasn’t your boyfriend.

Not really.

But he called you his.

And when he drove you home with one hand gripping your thigh and the other curled around the wheel, you felt like you could die right then and be happy.

⸻

You never told anyone.

Not your friends. Not your mama. Not even yourself, not really.

Because to say it out loud would make it real.

And you weren’t sure you could survive that.

He was your secret.

Your summer sin.

The thing you prayed about in the quiet, trembling on your knees with dirty thoughts and clean hands.

You were the girl who watched him from afar and wanted him anyway.

And now?

Now he wanted you back.

⸻

Some nights, you still lie awake and think about the way his hands felt on your waist, the way he laughed like the world was ending and he didn’t care.

You think about the way he said your name—low, rough, reverent.

Like a prayer.

Like a promise.

Like you were something worth breaking for.

And maybe you were.

Maybe you still are.

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anon how the hell am i supposed to finish ur ask abt pornstar moustache ted now 💔

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HIS INSTA STORY 💔

TED SHAVED HIS MOUSTACHE. CODE RED IM KMS

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TED SHAVED HIS MOUSTACHE. CODE RED IM KMS

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love schlatt’s short hair ofc but every time he cuts it an angel loses their wings……bring back headband schlatt

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Im so sure dom ted would edge you till you cry like CMONNN and oh oh tease you ABOUT EVERYTHING till you beg

im shaking, mmfhhf.. filth under the cut...

Dom!Ted who gets so unbelievably hard feeling how roughly your nails dig into his unrelenting arms as his hands work overtime inside you 🫠

Dom!Ted who loooves telling you how weak you are u der him like this, and how you couldnt fight him off if you tried just bcus you're so tuckered out from just a round or two mfhhg

"Ohhohohh.. ohh my poor girl...s'that feel good, honey? Yeah? I know."

"That right.. yes.. keep... keep grinding down like that.. fuck yourself stupid... there you go."

DOM TED WHO PETS YOUR HAIR AND KISSES YOUR TEAR STAINED FACE WITH SUCH SOFTNESS IT ALMSOT THROWS YOU FOR A LOOP BCUS OF HOW ROUGHLY HES TREATING YOU 😵‍💫

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SO GLAD TED LISTENS TO THIS MUSIC- ONE OF THE BEST WHITE GIRL MUSIC SONGS OUT THERE

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NOT MY VIDEO!!!! @/cbuck914 on instagram video

but here’s the video of schlatt flirting with a chair for @the-slimebox and all my other touched starved freak nasty bitches!!

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now DONT GET ME WRONG schlatt IS fine and has ALWAYS been fine. and i love me that dad bod shit w the mutton chops... but twink schlatt... w the mustache..? barking and growling.

like BITCH?? im abt to freak him. he's getting it idc 😤

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something about being friends with ted and you both needing something.

something about you guys hooking up at a party one night.

something about it turning into "you up?" texts at 3am.

something about him treating you like a slut, hands around your throat, pounding into you with no remorse.

something about him running his hand through your hair after, whispering sweet nothings into your ear afterwards.

something about seeing him at a party talking to a girl a few weeks later.

something unspoken because this is casual, right?

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can you pretty please write something about schlatt absolutely loving on the reader during foreplay and then railing the shit out of them?? maybe with a breeding kink 😝😝?

i’m squirming in my seat at the thought of it lmao

- angel 💙���� (@babies-blues)

MILES CRASHING BY ME

summary . . schlatt adores cumming inside as much as he adores you (or failed attempt at kink specific writing turned porn without plot)

┈┈ 773 words , afab reader , barely there breeding & praise , unprotected piv (wrap it up!)

author notes . . minors do not interact, i am not responsible for your media consumption! this took me forever due to me forgetting how to write, i apologise, but!! this is my first proper piece of smut i’ve written since 2020! thank you so much for sending this in!

Schlatt’s hands steadily travelled down your sides as he took in your figure, splayed out on his bed and in your favourite pink panties. He was a creature of habit when it came to having his touch on you all the time, from constantly pressing his thigh against yours to holding pinkies. What could he say? He never cared for subtlety when it came to showing his affection towards you.

“You’re gorgeous.” He muttered as he spread your legs apart to situate himself between them, the weight of him leaning forward causing his knees to sink into the mattress. “And you’re mine, huh? All mine.”

You gently nodded at his words, lidded eyes staring down at him with such content. You took in the way his lips moved as he spoke with sincerity. You adored when Schlatt loved on you like this, how he reminded you of his devotion to you. His touch always remained tender and slow as he handled you with care. The gentle movements of his hands rubbing circles against your skin, the goosebumps that appeared whenever he spoke against your skin in a hushed tone —— You couldn’t deny that Schlatt had you easily wrapped around his finger whenever he treated you like an angel.

“How’d I get you in my life, let alone my bed, hm? Must’ve done some real good shit to have someone like you be in love with me.” He murmured against the plush of your inner thigh, his fingertips slow as he trailed them against the hem of your panties before lifting your hips to slide the lacy fabric down your legs, leaving them loose by your ankles.

He kept his voice low, moving with a gentle pace as he leaned in closer to kiss his way up to your clavicles, then all the way up to the pulse in your neck, savouring the sensation of being able to feel your heart beat fast through your skin.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” he whispered against your lips in between soft kisses. He took his sweet time with you, cupping your face with his large hands. “Always so beautiful.. Gonn’ show you how much I mean it, how much I love you.”

You let out a shaky breath as you grabbed a fistful of his hair, pulling him down to kiss him feverishly. You could hear your heart pound loud and hard in your ears as you pressed your tongue against his, panting openly against his mouth with a type of desperation you’d only ever see in the movies.

“Such a handsome man, fuckin’ me so good” You slurred out, a mixture of your and his spit heavy on your tongue. “Doin’ so good, god—Keep goin’ like this and ’m going to make a mess.. ”

His moans became strained, your slur of encouragement leaving his head fuzzy with the need to fuck vulgar, to leave your cunt stuffed full of him. The buck of his hips fastened, his large fingers digging into your hips sure to leave a bruise as he clutched onto you as if you were going to disappear from his fingertips.

“S’close, come on big guy..” you choked out, the words barely escaping your throat as your hips pressed flush against his, your pussy tense around his dick. “Come with me, yeah?“

You gripped onto his shoulders, your legs tightening around his hips as you rode out your climax. Sweet moans escaped from you, hips faltering and eyes refusing to leave his gaze.

“You’re gonn’ be the death of me, sweetheart.” His hot, unsteady breath lingered near your cheek, his pace failing to come to a slow as he cursed his way through his orgasm while you pulsed around his cock, still sensitive from your own.

The two of you stared at each other, Schlatt running his fingers through your hair before planting kisses throughout your face. “You’re something, y’know that? My girl full of my cum but is lookin’ at me so pretty.” He whispered, tone full of adoration.

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Ted Nivison with a breeding kink HC’s

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I LOVE YOU

Alright I’ve finished the episode I took some pretty extensive note. The notes are kind of all over the place so please excuse that.

He’s cried over breaks as have we all

Ted is very secure in relationships

If he’s not happy in a relationship he’ll leave

He’s trying to take his next partner to space

He wants to have the first marriage on the moon (same)

From what I’m hearing he doesn’t like clingy partners

Also he’s exclusively using the term partner we love an inclusive king

He gives the best relationship advice wow

“A healthy relationship is built and series of successful compromises over time”

Ted says it’s unreasonable to expect a text every hour

When Ted is looking for an artist to hire he looks for someone who makes fucking cool art all the time

If your posting art don’t worry about being to loud or annoying

His advice for content creators and artist is to engage with the community and just post on all algorithmic platforms

He also says just post the shit whatever it is

He’s notice the people who don’t think take it easy will be as big as chuckle

He’s been latching on to the negative comments but trying to stop doing that

He’s trying to get to a place where he can post his shit and not care what people think

Ted has had issues where he compares himself to others

He used to be into legos

Talk to yourself like an Anime character???

Challenge your skill level

If your friends are degrading you or bullying you and you’ve already talked to them and they keep doing it talk to them individually

If you make the stakes serious enough and they still don’t listen those aren’t your friends

Set boundaries!!!!

Ted does not fuck with bullying

Ted says Tucker is like a brother to him and would take a bullet for him

If your friends are bullying you drop them like it’s hot

Be strong with your boundaries and don’t push back if they don’t adjust their behavior fuck them

Over all Ted gives very sold advice and I’ll probably use some of this.

Also some pics for your viewing pleasure.

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probably a very niche scenario BUT. thinkin abt schlatt with a partner making their broadway debut!! (mostly gn reader, usage of "attagirl")

you've been interested in theatre, acting, and all that jazz your whole life, and your boyfriend is naturally privy to this

he knows how much you love your hobby

so when you land a role in your first ever broadway production, he's SO hyped for you!!

as soon as you tell him you got the part, he's doing that cackle laugh he always does as he runs to you, picking you up and spinning you around in a bone-crushing hug

"attagirl, baby!"

will gladly run lines/scenes with you if you ask, and will go ALL out with voices to make you feel more comfortable

he won't ever admit it, but when you're off at rehearsals or in another part of the house, he's in his room doing extensive research about the show and your part in it

i'm talking articles, video essays on the history of the show, listening to the soundtrack on spotify

he wants to be just as much in the loop as you are

your leg of the tour opens in new york city, and of course schlatt is front row

he's MESMERIZED by you, cheering the loudest for you after your numbers and during the curtain call

has the most lovesick grin on his face whenever you're onstage

brings you the fattest bouquet of flowers you've ever seen post-show, peppering your face in kisses

"you did amazing, doll. i'm so proud of you, ya know that? so fuckin' proud."

he recognizes that you'll be away for a while during the show's tour, and despite him being insanely happy that you're pursuing your dream, he's not ready for you to be away for so long

ALWAYS begging for pictures or videos of your performances that he can't attend, plus you having to remind him that bootlegging is a crime 😭

this doesn't stop him from asking your mutual friends that attend the tour to sneak some footage for him lol

nightly phone calls or facetimes (he definitely prefers facetimes so he can see that pretty face of yours)

texting you allll the time too

he misses you so bad :(

sends you little care packages periodically!! full of honey lozenges, saline spray, teas, and aloe vera drinks to aid in your vocal health

he's the happiest guy in the world when you finally come home!

although you're slumped in his arms out of sheer exhaustion, nothing beats the feeling of having his lover close to him again