#chuckle sammy

[schlunk]

thinking abt the ice cream video again

[pequins]

munch schlatt hc…… also charlie if you may…….

(can i be 🍄anon?)

ofc :) welcome to jynation 🍄 anon!

eater jschlatt headcanons

nsfw ahead , mdni .

• to put it simply, he’s an all you can eat buffet type of guy. he is not for the faint of heart, this man has a oral fixation like crazy, eats it like he’s on death row and got his final meal.

• he’ll never admit it, but hes definitely came in his pants more than once from it before.

• no matter how many times you cum, you’re not getting up until he’s done. if you try, he’ll simply slap your puffy cunt, wrap his arms around your legs and pull you back to his mouth.

• loves to feel you gripping his hair, especially man bun schlatt the harder you pull the louder his muffled moans get.

• looks absolutely pathetic when he’s done, the entire lower half of his face wet, a string of your slick dripping from his puffy lips, looking at you with his glossy eyes and flushed face.

• trust, he gets more out of it than you do. after an especially stressful or busy day, its all he thinks about. ( insert “its like a reward” sound here )

• everything depends on his day and if he’s feeling extra playful or not, he’s not really the kind to be soft and gentle but when he gets into a particularly rough mood, things get animalistic.

• he’ll do it anywhere. party bathroom? in the car? on the kitchen counter? he doesn’t give a fuck, bonus points if there’s people around and you have to stay quiet.

• and if you tease him, act like a brat or do anything to purposely annoy him? he’s tying your hands behind your back and edging you for hours. dont worry, you’ll be done when he feels like it.

• oh you’re on your period? 🧛🏻‍♂️🧛🏻‍♂️🧛🏻‍♂️

• mustache. all im saying.

• this man makes more noise than you, the vibrations from his groans make it hard not to cum on the spot.

ill link charlie’s here when it’s posted <3

[renranram]

Maid dress

nsfw!!

schlatt jerking off to reader while she's streaming, obvi inspired when j bought wenston some maid outfits and people were calling him his sugar daddy lols

a/n ; 886 words :)

reader flaunts herself at the camera, spinning whilst she tries on the maid outfit schlatt had bought her, " chat, do i look pretty? " she smiles as she assembles the outfit

meanwhile schlatt was on the call with her, eyes immensely focused on her live stream, " jesus fuck, you look worse " he mutters as reader glares at him through the camera

" well, you bought this for me, so maybe it's not me who's the problem " she rolls her eyes at him as schlatt chuckles, not taking his eyes off his screen once

the two had been close friends for over a year now, meeting through, shamefully, the dsmp, the duo are very different ccs on their own, reader being more into makeup and gaming whilst schlatt's varies

ever since they first met on the server the two just sparked a connection, coming off as frenemies for the public, a banter of theirs but exactly off camera, it was a whole different story

schlatt is reader's sugar daddy

at first reader would just joke about being broke, " oh my fucking godd it's so pretty but i dont wanna waste my money ", " that's so fucking expensive ", " okay im broke " until schlatt got tired and actually offered her to be her sugar daddy

at first reader thought it was a joke, a silly new banter for them but nope!, every week, new parcels would arrive on the streamer's doorstep with small notes, but chat doesn't know that, chat doesn't need to know that

" fine, ill get you a new one done " he mumbles, as he scrolls through amazon, " anime french maid apron lolita fancy dress cosplay costume furry cat ear gloves socks set " he reads out the title causing reader to chuckle as they wear the stockings for the uniform

" oh it comes in pink " he added as reader smiles, " i like pink " she replies as schlatt scoffs, " of course you do "

as the girl sits down on her bed to wear the stockings, schlatt's eyes linger down on her bare thighs, enjoying the view as he leans back on his chair

" do you need something else too? " he mutters as reader gasps, " oh my gosh! you should buy me that uhm... blaire doll thing " she smiles as schlatt shakes his head, " blaire doll thing? " he repeats her, " the fuck is that? "

reader tries to wear the collar to complete the look, " it's like a doll! " she states as she grabs her phone to show off the picture

" that's an ugly looking doll " he mutters, as he gulps, looking down at his now hard on, unironically finding reader in a whole cat maid dress... hot

" more uglier than you are " she retorts as he chuckles, " guess no more doll for you then " schlatt replies, shrugging as reader gasps, now pouting

" im kiddingggg pleaseee buy me one? " she pleads looking at the camera as her live chat speeds up, " .. fuck.. " he groans out, not loud enough for his mic to pick up, him slowly sliding in his hand inside his shorts

" please please please " she continues, as she reads off the chat, " please jschlatt senpai " she bursts out laughing, mentally cringing as schlatt chuckles, " ..fine "

" yay! chat! we fucking wonnn! " she celebrates as she jumps around the frame, clasping her hands together, " we're the best at this shit " she shrugs, smug, unaware that the man she's in a call with is already jerking off to her

" reader.., think im gonna mute for a sec, gotta do something " he mumbles as reader nods, understanding, " bet, im gonna talk with chat for a bit " she smiles, as schlatt immediately mutes himself

" fuck.. what a fucking whore.. i didn't actually think she'd do a stream " schlatt chuckles, amused as he palms himself, as reader did what she said, interacting with her audience

" what a pretty slut holy shit " he chuckles, clearly amused as he bites his lip, his rough hand playing with his dick

" chat i look so pretty right? " reader asks, fixing her hair as chat spams yes, " you damn sure are " he mumbles, as he grabs the base of his cock, using his saliva for lube

" ah fuck, fucking.. so fucking pretty " he breathes out, his body shuddering slightly as he jerks himself off, his eyes never leaving her

" fuck.. fuck.. " schlatt throws his head back as he leans back on his chair, fastening his pace, " stupid fucking whore.. "

he moans out, lifting his shirt up, as he continues to palm himself at the sight of her, he's never gonna buy her those stupid costumes again

or maybe he'll rain her with more gifts, then maybe a flight to texas so she can show everything off to him... maybe

his lashes flutter, fastening his already fast pace as he continues to moan, " stupid fucking slut, .. shit... pretty- pretty whore " he stammers

he can feel his precum leaking as reader talks with her chat, innocent yet suggestive, that stupid maid dress, if schlatt can immediately fly to london, he fucking would, he'd immediately bend her over, not caring if she was streaming or not and fuck her like some animal

" ah fuck! " he moans loudly, his semen, spurting on his keyboard making a fucking mess, " shit... " he groans out

maybe instead of ordering her a new costume, maybe he'll fly her out instead

[hufflepuffsthunderdome]

Flustered

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He's so fucked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck this was the end of him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh fuck.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[milkywayrayy]

Jshlatt Twitter art trend!!!!!!!!

[starryeyed-bi]

Girl breakfast girl lunch girl dinner girl dessert

[benzendrine-nosebleed]

Today is a "In Between" Schlatt Day

Not twink, but not bear

Like, when he has his mustache and is still in the basement

[internetscenarios]

chuckle sandwich and how they show affection

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ted nivison

- physical touch!

- no matter where you are he has his hand interlocked with yours, hand around ur waist etc

- feel like he likes quality time as well

- i can’t lie i think hes just all of them, acts of service especially

- if hes not displaying affection hes doing something for you

- for example you need to clean the kitchen but he pats you away insisting you go sit down and relax

- this man loves eye contact drool emoji

- like you’ll be talking and looking the other way then look up and he is just STARING

- i think hes a good listener as well so if you’re someone who likes to talk his ears are wide open

-compliments.. a lot of them…

jschlatt

- i feel like hes the opposite of ted.. he probably talks A LOT

- so you’ll be listening to him

- i think he would like physical touch in the comfort on your own home

- like holding hands and maybe having an arm around your shoulder when in public

- but at the same time he might just man up and show affection in public

- gifts. a lot of gifts.. he is basically a millionaire

- i think he would be really good with advice, so reassurance would be a way of him showing he loves you

- quality time! pretty similar to ted

- you both just might be in the same room and he would probably enjoy it since it means he gets to spend time with you

- i think he would be very flirty over text

‘come here babygirl😈’ ew HELP

charlie slimecicle

- oh my god acts of service all the way

- he is itching and gnawing at the bars of his enclosure to just do something for you

‘can you grab me a glass of water?’

‘YES. ABSOLUTELY.’

- other than that hes probably is all of the above. idk he just seems like he would be willing to do anything for you

- i think he would be a big fan of knowing your love language and what you do, so he can return the favour

- i think physical touch would be an important one because i think he would start losing his mind if there isnt another human in the room…

watched one of his new videos and he was already going crazy in the first 5 minutes..

- he can’t go the day without one kiss from you

i mean same if i got the chance to kiss charlie slimecicle i would drool emoji

sorry i havent been posting much guys… im so sorry 😞 also i know charlie isnt part of chuckle sandwich anymore but like. i love him



[burrs0up]

schlatt painting

[schlunk]

redraw of a murderduo thing i made back in '23 💯

og under the cut

[writingduhh]

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

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

Unexpected Savior || Jschlatt

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

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

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

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

You didn’t think. You just moved.

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

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

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

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

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

“The hell are you looking at?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Here,” he said simply.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You grinned. “Good.”

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

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

Your heart did something strange in your chest.

“I’d like that,” you admitted.

A slow, lopsided smile tugged at his lips.

“Good.”

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

[renranram]

Baby making ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

nsfw + fluff

it's literally the title lmfao 😭

let's all be honest here and be straight to the point, schlatt wants to impregnate you ever since he saw you interacting with kids in unpaid intern

ludwig knew by putting both of you two in his show would make great content but he didn't expect he'll actually be an uncle soon

“ baby “ schlatt leans in as you work on editing a new video of yours, “ hm? yeah? “ you look up at him as you lower down your headphones

“ can't you edit later? wanna kiss you “ he states, whiney as he starts pecking your neck, you gasping, feeling his teeth sink in, “ jay… i dont think that's kissing “ you pat his back, hoping to crack a joke

“ y/n… be honest with me okay? “ he pause, pulling away as he faces you, cupping your cheeks as he continues, “ what do you think about children? “ he asks out

as you burst out chuckling, finding him adorable by saying that in a straight face, oblivious of his intentions

“ what? don't laugh im being serious “ he couldn't help but chuckle as he fixes your hair, “ no… it's just… i thought it was gonna be a serious question then you asked me about babies “ you smile

“ it is serious “ he defends himself, smiling at you as you take a deep breath, calming down as you nod, “ uhm… well… i like children..? “

schlatt looks at you weirdly, teasing you, “ ay! i dont mean it that way! “ you playfully hit your fiancé

“ i meant… i wanna take care of children, im happy to take care of children “ you explain thoroughly, as schlatt continues to tease you, as he cocks up one of his eyebrow

“ oh shut up schlatt, you know what i mean “ you chuckle as schlatt sighs, pecking your cheek, “ … okay okay i get it… but you know.. uh.. what about our own children? “

“ our children? “ you repeat, blinking in surprise, “ h-huh…? “ you ask as schlatt caresses your hair

“ toots… i… wanna have children with you “ schlatt confesses, “ our marriage is in 3 weeks… “

“ come on… please… ever since lud’s show… i wanna just… fucking bend you over and fill you up with babies toots.. “ he leans his face on your neck, as your body shivered, feeling his hot breath on your neck

“ jay..! “ you exclaim, surprised, “ what? if you've only seen yourself taking care of those kids, you dont realize how much im excited to wife you up and make you carry my children so badly “ he caresses you hair

“ y/n… babe… please “ he starts pecking your neck, “ toots… please… let me fill you up, let me see you carry our children “

“ … jay “ that's the word that you can mutter out, “ can we do it? “ he gently asks as you take a deep breather, before slowly nodding, “ … okay “

“ fuck… im gonna make love to you all night holy shit “ he chuckles in success as he easily carries you up from your desk as you squeal, surprised

the two of you lock lips, kissing eachother as schlatt holds your back for support before gently setting you down on your guy's bed, hungrily devouring your lips but being so gentle as he slips his hand in your shirt

fondling with your breast, that's why he preferred whenever you don't wear any bras, for easy access if yk what i mean

he gently removes your shirt, liking how your nipples perk up, as he breaks the kiss a string of saliva connects your lips, as he kisses your breast, his lips sucking on your nipples as he looks up at you with those endearing eyes of his

“ angh… jay “ you moan out as he trace kisses all over your body until it reaches your hips, his hand gently guiding you as he removes your pants and panties

“ does it feel good? “ he asks, as he threw your last piece of clothing on your bedroom's floor, as you nod in response, “ i want you to feel so good okay? “ schlatt smiles

as he gently divides your legs, making you spread out for him, “ fuck… how do you get this wet so easily? “ schlatt states before gently entering a finger in, causing you to gasp

“ because… you make me so wet “ you chuckle softly as schlatt chuckes too, slowly thrusting his finger in and out as he leans in to peck your clit

he savors your pussy as he digs himself in, tasting you as he moans out while you arch your back in pleasure, holding onto his hair as you moan his name out, “ jay… fuck “

he swirls his tongue in, fucking your hole with his tongue, he can feel your flaps flutter as he continues on

he licks your clit, swirling his tongue around it even sucking it, “ feels so good toots? feels so good hm? “ he repeats, mumbling as he eats you out

“ yes… yes… ah… schlatt “ you gently pulls on his hair as he continues to thrust his finger in while tongue fucking you, adding another finger causing you to gasp again as you rolls your eyes back

you wrap your legs around his head, locking him in as he notices your breath fastening, you're close, he continues to lick you out as your moans are getting louder and louder every second

“ b-babe… ugh… im cumming “ you breathe out but immediately regretted it as schlatt pulls away, as you whine, “ what the fuck “ you groan out, now pouting

“ dont look at me like that “ schlatt chuckles, “ im not letting my wife get an orgasm because i ate her out “ he replies as he unties his jogs, lowering it revealing his hard dick, not wearing any underwear since it's only you two home

“ remember, our focus here is getting you pregnant with our healthy babies, not tongue fucking you until you're pleasured “ he smiles, teasing you as he pats your cheek, pecking you

he slowly pushes his tip in, teasing you as he rubs it on your clit, “ then get me pregnant already… you're just teasing me at this point “ you pout as he slaps the side of your hips

“ so impatient, are you this eager to be a mother already? “ schlatt pushes his whole size in, gasping, feeling his dick fill you up, you can feel it throbbing inside you

“ fuck! “ you gasp out, as schlatt holds your hips, slamming his dick inside of you, as you gasp again, moaning, enjoying how you easily bounce off just from a thrust

“ you look more prettier like this, “ he teases you, leaning in as he folds your body in half just to able to lock lips with you again, “ i should fuck you everyday so we can be sure you get pregnant “ he added

his rolls his hips, his hands trailing all over your body, touching every part of you, his hands trace your curves, admiring your shape and body

kissing your forehead, cheek, neck, everywhere, this man makes you feel loved everytime, “ you're gonna look so pretty with my kids, yeah? “ schlatt fucks you up

“ you're gonna be my little pretty wife okay, gonna see you carry our kids, gonna make you be a pretty little housewife “

after saying those you can feel his pace fasten, god, it really does feel different without the rubber, you thought, as your room fills with moans, skin slapping, thrusts, groans and squelches

“ ah ngh jay- jay- please… “ you moan out, pulling on his hair as you can feel him throb, his thrusts getting aggressive every second as your body limps in pleasure

“ im cumming.. im cumming.. baby, toots.. ugh.. im gonna fill you up, im gonna fill you up with my babies, you're gonna… fuck… look so pretty pregnant, you're gonna be the most prettiest.. fucking housewife ever “ schlatt starts to peck your face before catching your lips

the two of you kiss, your tongues tangled with eachother as he finally cums inside of you, while you squirt your juices, unison with his orgasm, schlatt pulls out, chuckling in amusement as he sees his semen leaks out of you

“ fuck… you're gonna be a the mother of our children soon “ he smiles, pushing his finger in to keep his semen from leaking

-

a full year had passed, your child was finally brought on the world, you sigh out as you publish a new video, as you look behind, seeing schlatt was holding your daughter, carrying her as he smiles at you

“ is she asleep? “ you stand up, approaching them, “ surprisingly yeah, she's been behaving for me “ schlatt gently caresses your daughter face

admiring as the 3 month old scrunches her face in her sleep, “ she's a big mama’s girl huh? “ you ask, as schlatt nods, “ i think she loves you more than me “

“ but in her defense, if you're my mom id prefer you “ schlatt jokes as you chuckle, leaning your head onto his shoulder

[hufflepuffsthunderdome]

Acrylics

Schlatt x girly!Reader Summary: If Schlatt's gonna get the benefits of your acrylics he might as well pay for them Warnings: none :)! Just fluff! Based on this request Pt2 here

"Can you stop that?" Schlatt asks you from across the table with a gruff breath of a laugh as he glances up at you from his laptop, raising an eyebrow as he shoots you a smirk. It's only when he points it out that you realise the rhythmic sound you'd been hearing wasn't just in your head, but was your acrylics, tapping aimlessly at the wooden table as you chewed on your pen.

You mumble an apology as you sit on your hands, feeling the heat rise your cheeks as you giggle softly when he laughs and stands up, walking over to you. He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and plants a kiss on your forehead as he goes over to the fridge, coming back moments later with two cans of soft drink. He puts one down for you and goes to sit back down at his laptop, popping it open and taking a loud slurp.

"Jay?" you mumble sweetly as you catch his attention away from his computer, smiling sheepishly as you tap the rim of the metal can with your nails, "can you open this for me?"

He lets out a mix between a laugh and a scoff as he reaches over and takes your can, popping it open with ease, "you're so needy."

You gasp dramatically as you take your can back, shooting him a glare, "I can't break a nail."

"Are you gonna be alright if I go to the bank while you're here?" he asks you when he stops with you outside of the nail salon, slipping your purse off your shoulder to fish out the things he dumped in there when you left the house.

You nod as you adjust the collar on his jacket and hum, "it won't take too long."

"Take as long as you need, I may be a while at the bank," he says as he places a kiss to your temple, slipping the bag back up your arm, "I'll meet you back here when I'm done," he motions to the seats in the walkway of the shops, outside the nail salon.

You part ways as he goes off to run his errands, and you head into the salon, greeting your usual nail tech at the counter as you show her your growth and ask for some infills. She makes small talk with you as she rings up your deposit amount on the cash register, catching up on the happenings in your lives since the last time you came in.

You dig through your bag, hunting for your wallet, only to find Schlatt's black wallet instead, in the pocket you usually put yours in. You step away from the counter with an apology and fish out your phone, texting your boyfriend.

"Come bacccckkk you took my wallet :("

He replies almost instantly, as if he was waiting for your message, "yeah I know, treat yourself darling."

"come baaaaaccccccccck I put aside money for these"

"Don't be stubborn, my shout"

You huff as you message back a, ">:(", which he simply hearts.

You head back over to the register and, reluctantly, tap your boyfriend's card. As you make your way over to the chair your nail tech has set up for you you feel your phone buzz again.

"good girl"

You just tuck your phone away as you look through the colour swatches, digging your tongue into the side of your cheek as you bite back a smile, until your phone dings again.

"do me a favour?"

"what? <3"

"do them red"

"I got red last time ;_;"

"they looked so hot against my cock last time"

He lies down to go to sleep before you do, for the first time in months. He turns the lamp off the second he lays down and curls up under the blanket as you mindlessly scroll on your phone.

You mumble your sleepy 'love you's' to each other, kissing goodnight as his side of the bed shifts as he gets comfy, back turned to you as he splays himself out on the bed.

After a while of silence, you feel the bed shift next to you, the soft huff leaving Schlatt's lips as he shuffles back towards your side of the bed ever so slightly. You pay him no mind, continuing to scroll through your feed.

He does it again, after another long stretch of silence, backing up so he's fully pressed against you, his back to your side as he squirms into the mattress. You assume he's trying to get comfortable, reaching around to lazily wrap an arm around his shoulder, so you can lay more comfortably as you scroll with him pressed against you.

He huffs again, now not even trying to hide it, turning towards you and nudging you lightly with his shoulder as he faces you fully. "What's wrong?" you whisper softly into the night as you feel his warm breath through your thin pj shirt.

He takes your hand in his large, heavy one, and unceremoniously puts it on your head, meeting your confused look with raised eyebrows and a tiny pout as he looks up at you expectantly. You can feel your heart melt as the audible awe leaves your lips, dropping your phone beside you to lay down and cradle his head in your chest.

You smother soft kisses to his head as you scratch your nails gently through his hair, the smile forming on your lips when you hear his content sigh as he sinks into your touch, "is this what you wanted my love?"

He nods into your chest as he lets his eyes droop shut, hand pressed gently into your skin and your lower back as the two of you sink further into the mattress together, "this is perfect darlin'."

[starryeyed-bi]

AT THE SAME DAMN TIME

[star4skull]

GAGGED UHG

[k4lenz]

This Is Why I Hate Minecraft - Schlatt & Co.

why the fuck is schlatt being such a cutie.

also, i can’t stop thinking about the fact that this is 100% how he behaves in an argument if you tell him to shut up.

“shut up! “okay, fine. >:(” he’d say grumpily and then just stop talking, but every time you said or did something he’d give you that little look with his eyes narrowed and brows knit together as if you’d just done the craziest thing. rolling his eyes and sticking up the middle finger if you told him to “stop being an idiot and talk again, dummie.”