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present mic but he has a podcast,, not like *that* but like how schlatt had the weekly slap. He's got comedy to entice adults but he's focused towards teens. they (mostly students) send him questions every week that are sometimes stupid and sometimes serious, looking for help and advice and he responds with his own experiences and mixes jokes inbetween
Why I loved jschlatts villain character
/dsmp /rp
He was introduced as Tommy’s hero. The whole stream was him following them around and causing confusion and chaos
Never lets anyone one up him, will dominate anyone with words. Seriously this guy is such an ENTP
That being said, was all bark no bite. Managed to convince/ manipulate people to do what he wants. In one stream he was armorless and surrounded by mobs and nearly died but was like “omg u gotta help me” and Tommy did lol
HIS VILLAIN SPEECHES?? FUCKING ICONIC Had some of the most memorable lines
“My first decree as the president, the EMPORER, of this great country!!! Is to revoke the citizenship of Wilbur soot and tommyinnit!!!”
Fucking chills
The story needed more conflict and everyone kinda wanted to be on team good guy so Schlatt was like: fine I’ll do it myself
Originally ran as president because.,,,, he probably just wanted to cause problems
99% sure he was drunk that day
HIS SCREAM LAUGH???? Superb villainy
The cc doesn’t stream and therefore no one to entertain. He did this all for himself
Literally had no reason to be evil, was just like “I am going to make a character that is so evil and sexy” and we were all like good for him
The suit??? The tie?? The horns??? This villains got style. C!dream take notes teletubby
He didn’t have much depth but my god he did perfect in his role as evil dictator dude
Also the chill streams were so funny, him and quackity’s date felt like the villain couples just chilling after a day of wreaking havoc
Never dropped character even for a second
He always seemed one step ahead,,, he knew tubbo was a spy and planned the festival,,, he knew of the tnt under lmanburg,,, he had a revival book somehow and got dream on his side,,,
Took the L out of lmanburg which was ingenious because it meant they didn’t lose, and also Americanized it cuz they added the L to sound more European
Flatty Patty
Whenever he called Wilbur “lover boy” ohgoshoshithhhh
Immediately tried flirting with technoblade to get him on his side
Was able to tear pogtopia against each other by making techno kill tubbo
I don’t even have to explain why making tubbo decorate his own execution was brilliant storytelling
He was intimidating, personally affected the “protagonists,” had an air of mystery and charisma, but .... he was also weird. He’s a weirdo. He doesn’t fit in, and he doesn’t want to. You ever see him without his stupid suit? That’s weird
Hot high off protein powder 24/7
While high on said protein powder would randomly start lifting weights. Can’t miss leg day ig
“WÒÖØØØŌÔÒÕÕ”
This guy should be a voice actor
Didnt know how to swim but kept forgetting he didn’t know how to swim and had to be repeatedly punched out of water
I honestly thought his death was done really well- he pushed everyone away from him and spiraled into an addiction to alcohol and protein powder, and at the end of his time he was surrounded by everyone he pushed away. No one helped him when he was in pain. All just stared with pitiful and cold eyes. A pathetic way to go for a pathetic man.
TLDR: c!schlatt will always have a special place in my heart because I love me some Funny bastard villains.
Also a fusion of dream and Schlatt would be Bill Cipher I am not wrong ever
Feel free to add on !!
Edit: offered alcohol to tubbo at one point- “here tubbo u gotta try some of this” tubbo being the responsible one “no thank you schlatt I don’t think that’s a good idea”
Fell off cliffs a lot
Never would run. God his character looks so dumb I fucking love it
Have a Schlattypus Platypus
THANK YOU SM FOR 100 FOLLOWERS 🤧✌
musical man
lol zak dies
Satisfaction
~ NSFW, teacher x student ~ Reader is a senior in high school, bored and unsatisfied, they turn to their calculus teacher for help with more than just math problems.
I've been waiting to publish this one and 7,000 words later, it's finally done. I hope yall like it.
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You slump in your chair, spinning your pencil around your fingers. Your eyes are low and spacing out, mentally thinking about the overindulgence of tongue the boy you were making out with last night had. Another stupid, boring parking lot hook up. Every date to you felt uninteresting and led nowhere or was just sexual but never satisfying. Sex has never felt like how others in your life made it out to be, making you think it would be romantically beautiful, hot and heavy, especially your first time. Nothing, not books, movies, or tv shows, show how awkward and self-conscious you could feel during it. Especially with an inexperienced or sexually incompatible partner.
That is unfortunately the state of your peers. Your mind has become a daydreaming vessel for sexual fantasies, with various unattainable people. Long, drawn out foreplay, with strong hands moving up and down your thighs, lips soft and in sync with a gentle tongue, and consistent hip thrusts. A build up of so much sexual energy, there’s a physical heat radiating from your pussy and an unbearable tingling and pulsing. Someone smart and experienced. Patient and conscious. Dominant and confident.
Your gaze moves to your calculus teacher, solving an equation on the whiteboard. The sunlight from the windows shone onto the curling piece of brown hair falling into his aviator glasses. He had undone a few buttons on his sleeves and rolled them up during your daydreaming. Your cheeks turn red and you bite your lip, your mind wandering back to those images now replacing them with Mr. Schlatt. He’s tall with a beautiful blend of muscle and fat, the perfect dad bod, to match his sarcastic, no-nonsense attitude. You notice the grip his thick fingers have, wrapping around the marker. The way he fully pulls off those mutton chops with the slightly messy look, grown out hair curling and frizzing at the ends, big glasses covered in a few smuggles, and a button-down shirt untucked.
The head of your eraser slips into your mouth and your hips squirms in your seat, observing him so closely. Your body grows warmer, your chest and crotch pulsing at the thought of what it would be like to feel even a slight touch from him. Your gaze moves down to his crotch, hoping for a glimpse.
You wonder how hard it could get. How long it could get? How hard could he go? How long could he go?
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You sigh, finishing the last of your homework. The clock read 11:12 PM, a later night for you as finals are approaching. You stuff the pages into your backpack and run into your bed, phone in hand, ready to wind down.
Now free to do so, your mind wanders to Mr. Schlatt. You’ve spent the past couple weeks growing more attracted to him, daydreaming about him before bed, during school, after school, and especially during his class.
His hands grab your waist, skirt still on, panties pulled down, and shirt fully unbuttoned. His dick perfectly hard inside you, tits swinging above the desk filled with half graded papers. The lights are on, the door is unlocked, and every window is open, begging to be seen.
“Fuck, you’re so big.”
“And you’re taking it so well,” He moans out pulling back your hair. “You’re just so easy.” Your eyelids fell shut and your grip tightened on the edge of the desk, your sweat dripping onto the papers.
You let out a few shallow breaths, feeling your climax hit, and slowing the pace on your clit. A calming wave washed over your body and you soon fell asleep cuddling under your sheets.
~~~
You woke up on time, a rare occurrence, eager for today, to see Mr. Schlatt and wear your little outfit. You grab your plaid, pleated, and pastel pink skirt, slipping it on over your lace white thong. Your top is also white, a skin tight turtleneck with short sleeves, and a knitted pattern. You pull up your white socks with frills around the ankles and shove your pink tennis shoes into your feet. You brush out your hair, leaving it down and wavy and apply some blush, mascara, and lip gloss to your face.
You take a look in your full length mirror and smile. Adorable and cute.
~~~
You spend all of your classes rubbing your thighs together, chewing on your writing utensils, and messing with the collar of your shirt and the hem of your skirt. AP Calculus is last and today is definitely the slowest it’s ever been.
Your mind absorbs nothing.
You finally get to his class and he has the top three buttons of his shirt undone, chest hair poking out, sleeves rolled up, shirt untucked, and sweat glistening off his forehead. It’s like he’s teasing and tempting you more and more everyday. You feel yourself throbbing against your chair, not taking in a word he is saying.
After the lesson is over, and your peers start packing up their stuff, you sit in your chair and wait for them to leave, before packing your bag and walking up to his desk. You fix your hair and smooth out your skirt.
“Hey, Schlatt?” He looks up from his computer, quickly scanning his eyes over your outfit. You usually come to school stylish, adding some accessories to your outfits, but wearing a skirt is new. “Can we meet after school today, I don’t get this.” You gesture at the board filled with today’s calc problems.
Schlatt furrows his brows, tilting his head at you. “You, hon?” You bite your lip, smirking a bit at the pet name. “You’ve been doing basically perfect on the homework and on tests, what don’t you get?”
He’s staring up at you, the intense gaze from his brown eyes making your gut twist. You’re riding a high you haven’t experienced before, wanting to push the boundaries of your student/teacher relationship. So, you turn around, lifting yourself up on the edge of his desk, skirt riding up your thigh as you sit down, moving your leg up, and shifting your body towards him.
“You know, I just think that,” you trail off, observing Schlatt’s gaze moving down your figure much slower this time, his eyes widening as he stares at your leg covering up the papers scattering around his desk. Your gut twists again. “I just think that I need some personal, one-on-one time with you.”
He clears his throat and readjusts himself in his chair, struggling to find a place to comfortably put his hands. His hesitation to correct your inappropriate behavior and his wandering eyes fills you with confidence. “I’ve just been so distracted lately.” You slowly run a hand up your thigh, seductively moving your fingers towards the hem of your skirt, teasing the idea of showing him what’s underneath.
“Um, yeah, okay.” He goes back to looking at his computer. “I’ve got some time after school, just be back here in like half an hour.” You smile at his words, heart racing in your chest, your plan going swimmingly. “Now get off my desk.”
“Yes, Sir.” You hop off his desk and walk towards the door.
“Y/N.” You stop at the doorway, turning back around to face him. He’s leaning back in his chair, legs spread apart, and twirling a pen between his fingers, a small smirk on his face. “Don’t call me that.” His statement is firm and commanding and his voice is low and suggestive.
You feel your gut clench, your mouth watering, a strange combination of fear, anticipation, and arousal. Your grip on the reins is softening as he’s carefully slipping them out of your hands. He’s teasing you back.
“Sorry, Sir.” You run out the door before he can protest.
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You stare at yourself in the mirror, adding another coat of lip gloss and spraying perfume all over your body. You turn to check the back of your outfit and notice your cheeks peeking out as you bend down a little. How you didn’t get dress coded today is beyond you.
You bite your lip. “Slut,” you mouth to yourself before heading back towards Schlatt’s classroom up the stairs.
“Sit,” he commands right as you open the door, pointing at the rows of empty desks. “And MY desk is not an option.” A blush grows on your face making your way over to the closest desk in the front and pushing it right up against the front of his desk. You plop down and cross your legs, longingly staring at the man in front of you.
“Okay, lemme just summarize the lesson from earlier, again.” He turns to the board, writing down an amalgamation of formulas from today’s lesson that you already understood perfectly. Just like in class, you zone out, thinking about how hairy the rest of his chest is. How big those arm muscles under his shirt really are. How thick his cock is. If he’s rough or more gentle.
“Any questions so far?” Schlatt turns back around towards you. Being brought back into reality, you clear your throat and sit up in your chair.
“Sorry, I got distracted. Can you go through it again?” He rolls his eyes and erases the board, writing a brand new problem.
“Here.” He holds the marker in your direction. “Try this problem.”
You get up from your chair, pulling your skirt up higher around your waist. You take the marker from his hand and start solving. This problem is easy, you know the steps, but you need to keep playing dumb. Your tummy turns as you carelessly write down a mistake you knew would get him frustrated. On beat, you hear his sigh.
“Wait.” Schlatt walks up behind you and grabs the marker from your hand. You stay in your spot, and just like you’ve envisioned, he puts his hand on your back trying to move your body away from the board. That’s when you take the opportunity and rub your ass slightly against the front of his pants while you move with the motion of his hand.
His breath hitches.
You swear you feel a small bump graze your skirt. Staring up at him towering over you, you watch the redness growing on his cheeks. You study all the beautiful imperfections on his face, while he avoids your gaze, focusing on fixing your careless mistake. When he finishes, he glances down at you, his groin growing warmer seeing you bite your lip with red cheeks, a cute face, and sparkling eyes staring at him.
“So, do you need me to explain what you did wrong here or did you figure it out?” His voice drips with sarcasm. He taps the end of the marker on your nose. Your heart races not knowing how to gracefully get to where you want with him. But maybe that’s the issue; doing it gracefully. You aren’t graceful and neither is this situation.
Mr. Schlatt definitely isn’t graceful either.
“I understand this.” You don’t even acknowledge the board, keeping your eyes locked with his. “There’s another problem I’m having trouble solving though.” Schlatt stares back at you, his cheeks are still red as his cock twitches.
“Oh, yeah?” His attention is fully on you. “What’s that?” You move your body closer to his, trying to smell his scent and gauge the reciprocation.
“I’ve been so distracted.” Your voice is unwavering and seductive like you’d practiced in your daydreams. You test the waters more and run your fingers across the hairs on his exposed forearm.
“I’ve noticed.” He crosses his arms, pulling them away from your fingers, but he keeps the rest of his body close. “You always look so flustered when I check on you during class, what’s distracting you?”
He’s engaging with you. He’s noticing more than you think. He checks on you. Of course, he probably does this with all of his students. But, he looks closely enough to know you’re flustered.
“What?” He hums, leaning his shoulder against the board. “You’ve been acting so.” He looks you up and down. “Bold today, you can’t share your little problem with me?”
“It doesn’t feel little,” you whisper out, hands fidgeting behind your back. There’s a genuine feeling of coyness wrapping itself up in your plan to tease the situation before dropping the bomb. Like the timer is ticking and the longer it goes the more anxious and hesitant you get.
“I used to be a teenager too, I think I can understand.”
You gulp.
“I guess it’s just… hormones, making me think about boys and–” You hesitate again, you can’t even bring yourself to say the stupid word. All day and night you’ve been spending thinking about him on top of you, grabbing you, undressing you, calling you his beautiful girl and also his dirty whore, letting him use your mouth under his desk, teasing you until you’re crying and begging for him to fuck you. Yet, you can’t bring yourself to say–
“Sex?” Schlatt is smiling, arms still crossed and leaning against the board. You feel your face warm up and you avoid his eyes, like if you stare too long you’d get on your knees and start begging. “You think I don’t understand that, Sweetheart?” Fuck, that pet name makes you throb. “I’ve never really thought too much about boys, but I still think about sex.”
“Oh my god, but it's like always on my mind,” You whine, crossing your arms and squeezing your thighs together. In the corner of your eye, you notice Schlatt staring down, observing the way your legs just moved.
“You learn how to control it better as you get older.”
“But, I just can’t stop thinking about this person.”
“Aww, you got a crush?” You nod your head.
“Yeah, um.” You move your gaze back to him. “He’s tall and really smart. I love listening to him explain things to me.” The blood is pumping in your ears. “He’s always a little messy when I see him in class, but in like the hottest way.” You’re wondering if he knows who you’re hinting at already or if he’s mentally running through the list of senior boys in AP Calculus, which isn’t very long. “But, he’s a little older and I feel like I can’t even tell him.” You pause and bare your eyes into his soul. “Or I might get in trouble.” He raises his brow, peering back behind him at the door and the small windows looking into the classroom. “All I want is his attention and…affection.” Schlatt’s pretty eyes turn back to you. “But I don’t know if he’d risk that with me.”
You feel your eyes watering, not because you’re sad or feeling any particularly negative emotion. Maybe some of it is the stress you’re experiencing about the current situation, but mostly it feels like tension. The sexual tension that’s been building up in your body and brain for weeks, the indescribable pull and high you’ve been getting around him. It feels like you’ve never had sex in your life and if this doesn’t happen how you’ve dreamed, you’re gonna shrivel up and never feel this good again.
“Okay, Hon.” He rubs his hands up and down your biceps. “You wanna tell me?” His touch is electric and warm. “We’ll keep it our little secret.” His touch is sucking up your tears and disolving the weeks of tension. “I’m your cool, chill teacher, you’re not getting in trouble.” You want more of his big, soft hands on you. So you trust him.
“All I can think about is you.” He slows the pace of his hands. “You look so hot in your button-down shirts and your messy hair and your glasses.” He stops, gently squeezing your biceps in his hands. He could easily physically do what he wants with you. You move your eyes down to his crotch. “I wanna see how big it is.”
“Y/N.” Oh shit, he’s reacting more surprised than you thought he would. He moves his hands away from you. “Jesus, your behavior lately makes more sense.” He sounds stern, like he’s about to scold you, exactly what you were worried about.
“Mr. Schlatt, I don’t know what to do.” Your eyes begin to water again, now feeling rejection. “I can’t stop thinking about it.”
Schlatt stares, your eyes glossy and cheeks flushing behind the strands of chestnut brown hair falling into your face. Your nipples are hard through your little turtleneck top and that skirt hugs your waist perfectly. He feels his dick twitching. This is not the physical response he wants to be having.
He knows he needs to back away, tell you how inappropriate this is and make you leave. But you’re so beautiful and seeing you cry because you need his touch this bad is bricking him up and stroking his ego. He’s been stressed out with finals coming up, so much work to grade, and no time to go out with someone. He barely gets any moments to relieve himself or is too tired to do it when he gets home, instead just getting uncontrollably hard in the middle of his lessons.
You’ve noticed that.
“Fuck, you’re so pent up and frustrated.” Schlatt walks towards the door and turns the lock on the knob. He pulls the string down on the blind, covering the small window on the door.
“Leave it open.” Your voice cracks a bit, tears drying up and your confidence filling you up again. He raises his eyebrows at your suggestion, tilting his head in disbelief. From tears straight back to teasing. Your heart speeds up as he walks towards you, slowing his steps the closer he gets, like he’s still mentally battling his urges with his morals. He finally reaches where your standing, waiting patiently, and stops right in front of you, tilting your chin up with his finger and pulling you in closer.
“You trying to get me fired, Toots?” A smile grows on your face. “What, you want people to see you teasing me? Is that what you’ve been thinking so much about?”
You grab his wrist and move his hand, molding it around your throat. “Just one thing I’ve been daydreaming about.”
He lets out a breath, squeezing the tips of his finger putting pressure into the sides of your neck. “You’ve thought about this too, huh?” You nod. He tightens his grip as you struggle for air, leaning down to your level. The smell of whiskey on his hot breath floods your nose.
“You gotta promise me you wouldn’t tell anyone about this.” There is definitely alcohol on his breath and you know it’s recent. Did he have it in his drawers? Was he drinking before you came in? “I’m just helping you fix your problem. That’s my job as your teacher, ya?”
“Yes, Sir,” you choke out.
“Fuck.” Schlatt removes his hand from around your neck, wrapping his arms around your body, cupping the small of your back and pulling you in, meeting his lips to yours. Electric waves run through your body at his touch, his facial hair rubbing against your face. He kisses you deeply, holding your body up to his, his lips moving gracefully with yours. Your lips part a bit and your body relaxes into his arms, letting him hold you up with his strength. He pulls away looking down at you. His mouth agape and pupils blown wide, like he wants to eat you. He moves his hands, gripping your little waist, savouring the sight of you. His grip feels almost too tight, making you realize how much stronger he is that you and how big his body is compared to yours.
Without warning, he lifts you up, an arm around your waist and a hand gripping your ass, gently setting you down on the edge of his desk.
“I thought you said your desk wasn’t an option,” you tease. He grabs your face pulling you back in for more affection. His lips feel so nice against yours, passionate and full. Your arms wrapping around his neck while he moves his hands under your thighs. He wraps your legs around his waist, your skirt riding up as you feel your underwear meet the hard on in his pants. You pull away from his lips, gasping for air.
“I’ll make an exception for my prettiest student.” Schlatt rubs you against him crotch in a nice, slow up and down motion. You feel your groin heating up and your breathing increase. His lips meet your neck lightly kissing and biting all over, keeping his grip on your thighs still controlling your movements against him. Your moans are sweet and dripping all over the desk, traveling slowly across the floor.
“Sir.” It slips out without a thought. You feel his dick twitch and grow in his pants, his movements slipping
“God, I told you not to call me that,” He breathes out, despite growing harder at your words. Your gaze meets his, your noses grazing each other, your arms holding onto his shoulders. Your tongue pokes out wetting your bottom lip and nibbling on it. Schlatt groans. The way you’re blushing and looking up at him with alluring eyes is getting him so hot.
He lays your body down on his desk, grabbing the graded papers and homework and stuffing them into the drawers.
“How’d I do on that last test?” Schlatt puts his hands back on your waist, pulling you down on his groin again. His face is beat red and glistening.
“Like you always do,” He runs his hand under your shirt, finger tips grazing against your skin, sending chills down your spine. “Perfectly.” He leans in, kissing your lips. He’s so good at that, no overflow of spit or overwhelming pressure that feels cartoonish. “It’s funny though,” Schlatt breathes out, pulling away again. You feel yourself getting antsy, craving a slow build up, but your body is used to the immediate gratification. “You’re my best student, Kid.” His hands are back on your waist and the heat in your body grows with his praise. “And yet, you’re here, on top of my desk.” He tucks some hair behind your ear, leaning into your ear. “Making me so hard.”
Tingles run down your head and neck, your arms tightening their grip around his neck, legs pulling him closer, silk clothed pussy rubbing against the hard on in his trousers. His fingers play with the small zipper on the side of your skirt while he pulls you back in for more kisses. Your blood is rushing like never before, you swear you can feel your hormones vibrating, you already feel so desperate for him. You’d do anything for him to just fill you up. Schlatt runs the tip of his tongue against your lips, opening you up, and playing a little inside your mouth, his fingers still messing with your zipper. You desperately moan, holding onto him for dear life. He pulls his mouth away.
“Your outfit is so cute.” Both of his hands move your little skirt up your waist more, exposing your underwear. “Wish this was your uniform so I could see you in it every day.” He glides his hand over the top of your thighs and back down the sides, stuffing each pointer finger into the sides of your panties and twisting. “Except without these.” He pulls them down slowly, a little trail of your wetness connecting your underwear and your hole. You felt the classroom air hit your dripping pussy.
Schlatt's eyes widen and his breath hitches seeing how wet you already are. How wet he’s got you. His dick is begging to be buried inside you already, wanting to know what you feel like; how ribbed you are, how tight you are, how much you’re going to stretch around him. But more than that, he needs a tast.
He turns your body towards the board and grabs his desk chair, wheeling it over for him to sit back down in, as you hold yourself up by your elbows to observe him. He adjusts his glasses and pulls the sleeves of his shirt up more. He looks so distinguished.
“Please, Schlatt.” Your whines are so cute to him, only making him want to tease you longer and withhold the thing you both really want.
“Calm down, Toots. I got you.” He runs the very tip of his thumb across your clit. Your brows furrow and your mouth falls open, letting out short breaths. He smirks, moving his thumb away. Your whines continue, your hips now squirming around desperately. He chuckles at you, grabbing your hips, and holding you down. “Tell me what’s been happening in that pretty little head of yours.”
“Schlatt–”
“You want more?” His tone drops, his expression is serious. “Tell me what you’ve been fantasizing about.”
You groan, trying to gather the many different thoughts you’ve been having about him.
“I think about your mouth on my pussy, holding my hips down, and rubbing your beard hair on me.” He moves a hand off your hip and lightly grazes his thumb over your clit again. You whimper at his touch. “I think about your fingers inside me.” He hums, moving his thumb lower, tracing it down like a snail across your vulva. “I think about sucking you off under your desk while you're working.” He moans, dipping the tip of his thumb into your wet opening. You open your legs, needing more. “I–I think about your cock pounding into me. While you're pulling my hair.” You groan. feeling him move his thumb in circles around your hole, teasing around the folds of your skin. “And calling me a pretty girl and a dirty little whore.” His eyes meet yours, softly staring up at you. He smiles, leaning his head against your leg, clearly pleased with how he’s got you wrapped around his fat finger. “Teasing me until I can’t take it anymore.”
Schlatt stops his movements, pulling his thumb away and holding both of your thighs. He leans down in his chair, moving his lips just above your vulva. With his eyes still on you, he spits on your pussy. You gasp, clit throbbing at his mess. He brings his mouth down to you, tracking his tongue up your vulva and flicking at your clit. You squirm at the contact.
He starts licking at your head, swirling his tongue around, mixing his spit and your wetness together. He’s getting into it, flicking his tongue against your clit, with his eyes low, and his hand squeezing your thighs. You feel yourself sweating, your blood rushing, your pussy throbbing, and an endless stream of noises escaping past your lips. You’re trying not to squirm, mostly because he keeps tightening his grip every time you do, but it feels too good, you just need to grab something to hold you steady. You notice his hair.
Your fingers slip through his thick curls, gently grabbing and tugging. His hair feels soft and a bit oily at the scale. You test your decision even more, guiding his head up and down. He slows his tongue movements letting you move him how you please. Just for a few strokes, letting you feel in control. You lean you head back, continuing to move him like you do your fingers when you’re alone touching yourself. He bites your clit.
“Schlatt!” You tug on his hair, trying to pull him off.
He moves off your pussy, standing up to turn your body to the side. You feel a sharp sting swiftly meeting your ass, punishing you for trying to take control. You whine out, pouting at the burn but enjoying his dominance.
He lays you back down on the desk, raising his eyebrows at you, letting the message sink in that you are not the one in control here. That he’s going to stay at the slow pace he’s set for you. That you wouldn’t get to cum until you’re crying for it, like you fantasized about. That you asked for this and you’re going to like it however he gives it to you.
He sits back down and goes back to stimulating your clit with his mouth. His pace is consistent, the pressure feels so good, you’re back to moaning and squirming again. He sticks his tongue out more while moving his face against your legs, tickling your thighs with his mutton chops. Your clit is throbbing, with no sign of release. His hands move up your body, slipping under your tight top and cupping your breasts. He groans into your pussy, slowing his tongue down and focusing on massaging your tits with his big, strong hands. They fit so perfectly, covering your nipple with his palm and his finger wrapping deliciously around your tits, engulfing them. The warmth of his hands feels so nice on your chest, but you wish he would continue flicking his tongue rapidly, why did he slow down?
“Mr. Schlatt?” You whimper out. He hums, still staring at your tits in his hands. “Please, c-can I have more?” He lifts his head off you, a cold draft hitting your wet skin, his hand fiddling with his belt buckle. The sun is kissing the hairs on his arms, as he drops his pants, exposing his navy blue boxers hugging his hard cock. He’s big, the head almost poking out of the leg hole.
Your drooling for it, your clit is aching and without a second thought you move your hand down your body, wanting to relieve the tension.
Schlatt grabs your wrist and pins it down above your head. “Don’t you even fucking try.” His face is right above yours, glistening with sweat. His curls frizzy and his glass falling off the bridge of his nose. “You said you wanted me to tease you, I’m doing that for you. Spoiled fucking brat.”
You had never experienced anyone this dominant or stuck with it so well. Keeping the character and the foreplay going, not just giving in when you do. He’s actually listened to you.
“You’re such a little slut.” He grabs your throat. “Bet you already want my cock buried inside you.” You let out a pathetic little whimper, squeezing your empty pussy. You feel his grip tighten on your airways. “Do you? Answer me.” You nod your head. Schlatt chuckles at your desperation, leaning in to kiss the tip of your nose. “Well, you’re not getting it until you show me how much of it you can take down your throat.”
He moves his hands under your thighs, pulling you off the desk and onto your feet. You feel lightheaded, trying to stabilize yourself against his body.
“Get on your knees.” And like an obedient puppy, you do as he says getting on the floor. You're inches away from his bulge and you can see every vein and curve of it through his skin tight underwear, it’s so surreal and intimidating. Not the first dick you’ve seen but definitely the thickest. “Don’t just stare, take it out, Sweetheart.” You grab his waistband and pull them down, his member popping out and tapping the side of your face. His cock is a nice, long length, not too long to make you worthy about it hurting, but so girthy it might be thicker than your dildos. His veins looked so sexy and his balls hang so perfectly.
You look up at Schlatt looking down at you, waiting for you to touch him. You stare into his eyes, while grabbing the base of his cock, your whole hand wrapping around it. You slowly start pumping and put his tip on your lips gently sucking and wetting his head. He groans out, tucking the strands of your hair behind your ears and placing his hands on your head. The taste of his precum on your tongue motivates you. You speed up a bit, bobbing your head up and down his thick length in sync with your hand while swirling your tongue around his head. Saliva builds up in your mouth, lubbing him up making it easier to stroke his throbbing dick. You pull off to get a breath and spit the excess drool on his shaft.
“Fuck,” Schlatt moans out, threading his finger through your hair and tugging. You let out a tiny squeal, putting him back in your mouth and getting back into your rhythm. The drool drips down your chin and onto your shirt, the wetness and mess making your exposed pussy even more curious. You resist the temptation to reach down and touch yourself while you're getting him off. You know even if you try to be sneaky he’d probably notice and make you wait longer. His dick twitches as you move your mouth and hand faster.
“Baby, look up at me.” You move your gaze up to him, he’s breathing heavily, eyes full of lust. “I’m gonna fuck your mouth, I want your eyes on mine.” God, this man is so hot. Your calculus teacher is so fucking hot. You remove your hand, placing them both in your lap, and opening your mouth wider to prepare for him, not looking away for a second. He moans at your submission, pulling your head down on his length and back up, starting off slow and steady. You relax your throat preparing for his full member.
That’s when the sound of a door and footsteps outside the hall startles you both. Schlatt’s eyes grow wide, lookingaway from you and out the windows into the hallways.
“Get under the desk!” He whispers, moving his hands off your hair and pushing you under. You crawl on your knees under the desk, as he pulls his pants and boxers up to his knees and sits his bare ass in his chair. He pushes himself in until his crotch is hidden under his desk. You're both breathing heavily. Your body is cramped into the very back of his desk in between his legs, his cock still right in front of your face, rock hard.
You take this moment away from his vision to feel yourself. Your vulva is covered in your wetness, you take the bit of it and lick it off your finger. You don’t know who is there, but it’s making you hornier. All you want is this dick back inside you, so you put it back in your warm mouth. If someone saw, you didn't care, you kind of want the world to know you’re a willing slut for your teacher. You want them to assume you're trying to get a better grade or extra credit, just so you don’t have to do the work. But really you’re his star student, just trying to satisfy your insatiable arousal.
“Y/N.” You ignore his stern voice continuing to bob your head up and down his shaft moving your hands behind your back. “Y/N!” You don’t stop. You don’t listen. “God, you wanna get caught don’t you?” He grabs your hair and mercilessly moves you up and down his dick like a fleshlight. “You dirty whore, can’t even wait one minute.” You’re gagging and drooling all over him, trying to focus on breathing through your nose, his head hitting the back of your throat with no room for air. It’s feels like when he’s choking you, but you also feel so nice and full. Even the pain feels so good.
You don’t know where that person is or who thay are. If they're still outside the hallway or if they went downstairs, but it doesn't matter, because the sound of you choking and his low groans and the full feeling and taste of his dick is all you care about.
“Your history teacher just walked right past us.” You moan, still trying to handle him abusing your mouth. “Bet you would've loved for him to see you on your knees choking on my dick.” You feel lightheaded, his pace not letting up, your body low on air. But it’s all turning you on so much. His voice, his words, his hand pulling your hair, his throbbing cock filling your mouth. After what feels like forever, he pulls you off. You cough out all the wetness and take a big, deep breathe in, but before you can recover he’s pulling you up by your hair out from under the desk.
He stands up with you, pushing you forward and bending you over his desk, his hand smashing your face down into the desk, you feel his other hand pull up your skirt and push a finger inside your dripping hole.
“Unhhh!” You moan out, careless and loud, not caring whose around clearly. Your eyes flutter close. He moves his finger in and out of you, your hole gripping around it desperately. The sounds of your wetness and your moans and whimpers fill the classroom splashing outside the cracks of the door and windows into the hallway.
“Gotta fuck you soon, don’t want another one of your teachers to see.” He slides another finger in, curling them so nicely around your tight hole. “Even though I know you’d love that.” He continues massaging inside of you, feeling all the ridges and bumps in your pussy, exploring every corner of your insides, cherishing the little time he has with them.
“Shit, you’re gonna feel so tight. Already, so wet for me.” He pulls his fingers out and you feel the head of his cock sitting right at your entrance. He grabs a handful of your hair, turning your head to face. “You gonna take it like a good girl?” You look back at him and bite your lip.
“Yes, Daddy.” His face scrunches up in pleasure, not expecting that word to come out of your mouth. He pushes himself in, his thick, long cock stretching you and filling you up inch by inch, each one feels better than the last. You bury your face in your arm pushing your ass back into his member wanting to take all of him in, he feels so thick and warm. He’s filling you up just right.
His dick throbs inside you as he moves your hips. Your drunk on his cock, thinking about how many times you’ve played this exact interaction in your head. Your mind couldn’t even comprehend how good this would actually feel. Your moaning out at every thrust, loving the way his balls slap against your clit and his length stretches you out. You could stay like this forever, getting pounded into, your pussy gripping his cock so good, even when he pulls out almost all the way she’s not letting him fall out. Your tits are swinging with each thrust and you see a drop of sweat drip onto your classmates homework. God, this is even hotter than your mind came up with.
He pulls you out of your thoughts, moving your body. He stands you up, your back against his chest. He moves your left leg, setting it up on his desk, opening you up more. He holds you close to him, wrapping an arm around you to hold you steady against him while the other hand moves to your clit. He continues fucking into you, slowing his pace and letting you feel and admire every inch of his length, while rubbing circles into your clit.
“Only the prettiest and smartest girls get to cum on their teacher’s cock.”
The new position fills you in such a good way. Your hole opens up more for him yet he feels so much thicker, everything is tighter. You're loudly whining and moaning, feeling the waves of pleasure get higher and higher. You’re getting close. You know that feeling.
“Schlatt, Schlatt!” You cry out, leaning your head back on his shoulder. “I’m gonna cum, please don’t stop!” He keeps the pace of his cock the same but rubs your clit faster and faster.
“That’s it, cum for Daddy. Cum all over your teacher’s cock.” You take a deep breath, chancing the high, focusing on the sensations in your body and his hands all over you, not letting your orgasm get away. You feel the peak, your muscles squeezing and your body jolting against Schlatt. “That’s it, that’s it.” You let out a breath, and feel the tension leaving, your muscles unclenching, and body go limp. Your legs go numb, as Schlatt pulls you closer, preventing you from falling out of his grip. “Good girl, fuck. Let’s sit down.” Your ears start ringing and you feel yourself fully relax, letting the orgasm cleanse all the stress from your body and brain, as Schlatt sits in his chair and pulls your limp body down into his lap.
He puts your head on his shoulder and scoops you up like a baby, comforting you through the high, playing with your hair and gently rubbing your thigh.
You slowly return to your senses, noticing how quiet the room has gotten, you and your teacher snuggling up together half naked, both wondering what just happened and how things are going to feel after this.
“Hey, Kid?” Schlatt hums out.
“Yeah?” Your voice croaks out.
“You gotta get going, I really don’t want us getting in trouble.” You feel your heart sink, not wanting to leave. A weird part of you hoping he’d let you stay or even less likely, invite you over. God, you aren’t just sexually attracted to him.
You sigh, leaving the warmth of his body to put your panties back on and fix your appearence. You point to his semi-hard dick.
“Do you want me to finish yo–”
“No, no, go home. I got it.” You nod your head, walking toward the door, opening the blind, and slowly undoing the lock. You walk out into the hallway and after you close the door behind you, you take one last look back and see Mr. Schlatt pull out a bottle of whiskey and take a big swig.
Just submitted a Weezer related bedroom tour to Schlatt (me and my friend both did, I’m the one with the Brain Bell singed guitar :3)
((Well, if my video makes it))
Here have the post I made on Valentine's. Something casual, y'know
uh oh..
Guys.. I think I'm starting to lose my Redacted hyper fixation, like I completely stopped reading fics/hc. But like i js need Erik t o post one vid, js one vid. (HELPP I JS REMEMBERED AB THE PODCAST) Nvm guys, I'm back in my Redacted era. (The fuck is pikmin?) So uh, I might start posting ab my new hyper fixations. *COUGH COUGH* jschalt. :) *COUGH COUGH COUGHHHH* (Guys who is Marc Marquez and why is he
If you were to ask the question
"Who would win if the Dream SMP CC fought their character's?"
The answer is always the character, except in some particular instances:
Wilbur
Schlatt
Jack Manifold
Technoblade
Now, I see some of you looking at that last one, and I've got to say: wait just a second, let me do the others first.
CC!Wilbur Soot is fucking crazy man. He would kill C!Wilbur with no hesitation and it wasn't even supposed to be a fight to the death. Sure C!Wilbur knows how to fight, sure he's a terrorist, but he's also weak as shit man. Fresh from the grave and about ten years older, he has so many problems with his body y'all. I bet he's got a limp. When he breathes it's wet. Sure both Wilbur's bones can snap like twigs, but CC has the advantage of being alive his whole life and wanting his C to suffer. C!Wilbur would hesitate and CC!Wilbur would not, and that makes all the difference.
CC!Schlatt has a gun. C!Schlatt stands no chance. Sorry bro.
Now. Here's the thing. This could actually go either way. C!Jack is easily intimidated, but so is CC!Jack. It all boils down to who can make the other back down first, the most likely outcome is a forfeit. As long as CC!Jack makes C!Jack believe he's a boxer he's won, however if any punches are thrown (though this is unlikely) C!Jack would best him.
CC!Techno would defeat Technoblade with the power of meta. We know for a fact that Technoblade is somewhat aware of the nature of his existence, though to what extent it is unclear. CC!Techno knows all of Technoblade weaknesses for he created them. All CC!Techno has to do is tell Technoblade he created him and without him he wouldn't even be a thought and if Technoblade strikes him down he shall cease to exist in all forms. If this doesn't work he can use his ultimate weapon: Floof.
i fucked around on a random incorrect quote generator but with sbi/bee duo/chuckle sammie
(made with this)
SBI
Phil: I think we're missing something.
Wilbur: Teamwork?
Techno: Cohesion?
Tommy: A general sense of what we’re doing?
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(Phil's helping Wilbur out after they get injured, while the others are watching)
Techno: How does Wilbur look?
Tommy: A little better than you, actually.
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Phil: Tonight, one of you will betray us.
Wilbur: Is it me, Phil?
Phil: No, it’s not you.
Techno: Is it me, Phil?
Phil: It’s not you either.
Tommy: Is it me, Phil?
Phil:
Phil, mockingly: Is IT mE Phil?
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Phil: *Trying to fill out legal paperwork stuff* Were you guys born AMAB or AFAB?
Wilbur: Bold of you to assume I was born at all.
Techno: I personally was created in a lab.
Tommy: I just straight up spawned lol.
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Phil: How did none of you hear what I just said?
Wilbur: I’ve been zoned out for the past two and a half hours.
Techno: I got distracted about halfway through.
Tommy: Ignoring you was a conscious decision.
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Phil: Why is Wilbur so sad?
Techno: They took one of those “Which Character Are You?” quizzes
Phil: And...?
Wilbur: I got Tommy.
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Phil: You know those things will kill you, right?
Wilbur, pouring another glass of whiskey: That’s the point.
Techno, smoking a cigarette: We’re trying to speed up the process.
Tommy: *Nods while eating raw cookie dough*
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Phil: *Gently taps table*
Wilbur: *Taps back*
Tommy: What are they doing?
Techno: Morse code.
Phil: *Aggressively taps table*
Wilbur: *Slams hands down* YOU TAKE THAT BACK-
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Phil: Can I be frank with you guys?
Wilbur: Sure, but I don’t see how changing your name is gonna help.
Tommy: Can I still be Tommy?
Techno: Shh, let Frank speak.
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Bee Dou
Tubbo, struggling to keep upright in their 1 inch heels: Yeah, I-I don’t really think heels are for me
Ranboo, pointing at them and walking flawlessly in sparkly golden 6 inch heels: WEAK.
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Tubbo: Look. I may not be a saint, but it's not like I’ve killed anybody. I’m not an arsonist. I’ve never found a wallet outside of an IHOP and thought about returning it but saw the owner lived out of state so just took the cash and dropped the wallet back on the ground.
Ranboo: Okay, that's really specific, and that makes me think that you definitely did do that.
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Tubbo: A theif.
Ranboo: Thief?
Tubbo: Theif.
Ranboo: I before E, except after C.
Tubbo: Thceif.
Ranboo: No.
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Tubbo: I made tea.
Ranboo: I don’t want tea.
Tubbo: I did not make tea for you. This is my tea.
Ranboo: Then why are you telling me?
Tubbo: It is a conversation starter.
Ranboo: That’s a lousy conversation starter.
Tubbo: Oh, is it? We are conversing. Checkmate.
-
Tubbo: *Kicks the door down looking panicked*
Ranboo: What did you do?
Tubbo: Nobody died.
Ranboo: WHAT KIND OF ANSWER IS THAT?!
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Tubbo: Ranboo and I have the kind of easy chemistry where we finish each other's-
Ranboo: Sentences.
Tubbo: Don't interrupt me.
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Tubbo: You often use humor to deflect trauma
Ranboo: Thank you
Tubbo: I didn't say that was a good thing
Ranboo: What I'm hearing is, you think I'm funny
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Tubbo: Change is inedible.
Ranboo: Don't you mean inevitable?
Tubbo, spitting out coins: No, I did not.
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Tubbo, talking to Ranboo on the phone: Did you preheat the oven like I told you to?
Ranboo: You bet!
Tubbo: At what temperature?
Ranboo: 535.
Tubbo: That's the clock.
Ranboo:
Tubbo:
Ranboo: 536.
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Chuckle Sandwich
Charlie, whispering to Ted, who’s on the phone with Schlatt: Ask them something!
Ted: How are you feeling?
Schlatt: Fine.
Charlie: Something personal!
Ted: At what age did you first get your period?
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(The squad is trying to con some random guy)
Charlie: Um, Ted, why are you pretending I'm this guy's family?
Ted: We need money!
Charlie: You're scamming him?
Ted: I was thinking more like flat-out stealing from him?
Charlie: What?! No way!
Ted: Why not? We already stole Schlatt!
Schlatt: Hey guys
Charlie: No, we didn't. Schlatt can think and talk for themself, they can do whatever they want!
Schlatt: I wanna steal
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Charlie: You have to apologize to Ted
Schlatt: Fine.
Schlatt: 'Unfuck you' or whatever.
-
Charlie: Hey Ted,
Ted: Yes?
Charlie: Can a person breathe inside a washing machine while it’s on?
Ted:
Ted: Where’s Schlatt?
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Charlie: Are you sure this is the right direction?
Ted: Certainly, I'm as sure as I am honest!
Schlatt: In that case, we're definitely lost.
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Charlie: If you had to choose between Ted and all the money I have in my wallet, which would you choose?
Schlatt: That depends, how much money are we talking about?
Ted: Schlatt!
Charlie: 63 cents.
Schlatt: I'll take the money.
Ted: SCHLATT!!!
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Ted: If I accidentally sat on a voodoo doll of myself, would I be trapped forever in that position, doomed to starve to death?
Schlatt: How am I supposed to know?
Charlie: You say, as if we don’t use you as a source of knowledge.
Schlatt: *sighs*
Schlatt: You wouldn't be trapped.
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Schlatt: Naturally, we are on the cutting edge of technology.
Ted, amazed: Wow...
Charlie, to Ted: Well what does that mean?
Ted: I don't know.
Ted, to Schlatt: What does that mean?
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Ted: If Schlatt and I were drowning, who would you save?
Charlie: You two can’t swim?
Schlatt: It’s a hypothetical question, Charlie! who would you save?
Charlie: my time and effort.
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Ted, driving Schlatt and Charlie: So how was your day?
Charlie: We almost got surprise adopted!
Ted: What?
Schlatt: We almost got kidnapped.
Ted: Oh, okay.
Ted: *slams on the breaks* WAIT WHAT?!
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Ted: Sometimes I drink milk straight out of the container.
Schlatt: The cow???
Ted: What?
Charlie: Schlatt, W H Y?
listen,, nostalgia made me do it, nostalgia and @quackityinc who came up with this au in the first place
feat. some bonus vice duo, because i have diseases. if you remember the characters they’re based on you are entitled to financial compensation
Schlattbur fluff, because I miss the old times :((
Wanna post this out of context pls,
Tommyinnit fanart + goofy Friend and Jschlatt sketches from 2021
Warning: under the cut is old art of W*lbur Soot and G**rgeNotFo*nd for archival purposes. Annoyingly I was proud of this art at the time :/ (Fuck those guys)
If I may add onto this (tell me if I should take it down) :
So if dream grew up around his dad abusing drugs and alcohol and then went off to do his own independent thing only for Wilbur and Tommy to start a drug empire on his smp,,,, that would be really triggering right? And might explain why he reacted so harshly, going so far as to declaring war... especially after they roped innocent tubbo into it . . . Sorry just
Protective brother Dream
I need that in my life
Well now I just want to get some thoughts out about dadshlatt with his two kids Dream and Tubbo /rp (more in comments)
-Dream is 5 years older then Tubbo
-both Dream and Tubbo have different mothers but neither of them wanted kids so they dumped them on Shlatt
-Tubbo shows more of his mother then his father but you can see little bits of him, like the hair and ears
-Dream has Schlatts eyes and covers them with the mask
-Dream was distant to Tubbo at first but once he got use to him he became extremely protective of him
-Schlatt didn't have much money and Dream knew this so he never asked for stuff so Tubbo could get more things
-Schlatt always forgot what babies/kids can and can't do
-Something happened and they lost Tubbo when he was still quite young (resulting in Philza finding him in a box)
-After this Schlatt started to drink alot more and took out a lot of his anger on Dream
-Cause of this Dream learned fast reflexes, quiet motions, and some other useful things
-The reason Dream manipulates everyone on the server so easily is because Schlatt started to do it to him (unintentionally) and Dream now just sees what he's doing as normal. He's manipulative but its how he was raised for a lot of his life
-Dream and Schlatt know that this Tubbo is their Tubbo but Dream convinced Schlatt that telling him would be bad so they just treat him nicer then many others on the server
-Schlatt, after raising a kid and a half, still has many parental instincts which is why Fundy seems to care for him, cause he sees that father in Schlatt that he couldn't have in Wilbur
-Even though Schlatt has his...issues, he still cares for his sons but most of the time he's to messed up to do anything
-Dream still loves Schlatt but he still distanced himself
-Dream was extremely scared when Schlatt started dying but only let a little bit of that out, when he said 'Schlatt?' Right before he died.
-Dream visits Schlatts grave every once in awhile and tells him about Tubbo
-Dream still wonders if he should tell Tubbo who Schlatt is or not
haha hey...
im back after 5 months haha hey...
i miss u guys hahaha
Hi!! It's been a while~~
Had this thought of schlatt x reader who's super hyper feminine (pink or maybe overall glittery girlie aesthetic with plushies and so many soft things)
Stay healthy luv!!
Pink Girlie Reader Hcs!!
sfw!
276 words!
COMEBACK OF THE YEAR!!???!?!??.??
schlatt wouldn't ever thought of it, he was the epitome of an ‘i dont give a fuck’ person, but god, there he goes following his girlfriend around, carrying bags and bags of accessories and clothes, plushies and makeup
“ baby!! look at this “ reader squeals, jumping excitedly as she shows off the denim miniskirt, …pink and… short… great
“ isn't it cute? “ reader asks, smiling warmly, her unique smile always charms schlatt, the man could only nod and sigh, oh god, he'll do everything to see her smile everyday
“ isn't it a bit short toots? “ schlatt asks, approaching her closer, his hand gently on her waist, “ …hm.. “ he pauses, “ you gonna buy it? “ he asks
“ what do you think of it? “ reader replies, gently leaning more onto his touch, comfortable as ever, “ i think it's beautiful, just a little short “ schlatt responds, before shrugging, “ it's okay, i can fight “ he jokes, chuckling, “ go buy it, i’ll pay “ he added
reader was a walking, talking, living, pink disco ball, she's always decked out, girly girl as ever, shades of pink everywhere, sparkles everywhere, schlatt is still confused how they even started dating
“ …you sure you don't mind? “ reader asks, looking up, sheepish smile on her face, “ of course i don't “ schlatt reassures her, gently caressing the side of her waist, “ let's go to check out, i’ll treat you out on that restaurant you like “
reader giggles, nodding, pecking his cheek, leaving a lipstick mark as she hops towards the cashier, schlatt could only look at her with an adoring smile, heart eyes if one could describe it
somehow the perfect girl for a guy who doesn't care about everything
hallo! currently writing a quackity ver ^^ i think ill be able to upload it later mwamwas!! ♡(˃͈ દ ˂͈ ༶ )
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
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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
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