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Warnings; nsfw, male moaning, suggestive language, praises, slight degradation, entertainment purposes only clearly not mingi nor affiliated with him!!
Are there any audio porns or gonewildaudio posts that sound similar to Schlatt? I have been trying to find a VA with a similar voice or cadences or ✨vibes✨ but I’m in the trenches. I heard one that sounded like a dead ringer for Charlie though
that’s interesting!! but for me i’ve never really heard anything that sounds like schlatt. voices are hard, because they are distinguished to that specific person but sometimes if you squint hard enough, listen closely, and use your imagination it might sound like him. if i ever come across an audio that sounds like schlatt you all will be the FIRST to know lol 😭😭
you walked out of the bathroom after washing your face and pass by schlatt's desk, not caring too much about the camera that had you in frame.
"you guys-..what is wrong with qoobo? that's qoobo you fuckers!" schlatt talked to the camera and turned around to the fuzzy robot that wagged its tail. you laughed as you sat on the bed and grabbed your makeup bag and started to head out to the door.
"toots, where'ya goin'?" schlatt turned to you and looked at you with pleading eyes that read "don't leave please."
"i was just gonna do my makeup, why?"
"just do your makeup here," he pats his lap and fully turns his body, spinning the chair around.
you tilted your head in confusion but shrugged, "okay.." you sat on his lap and got comfy, his arms naturally wrapping around you, his chin resting on your shoulder, kissing behind your ear, you can feel him smiling against your skin.
"show the camera what you're doing doll, all the femboys on here can take notes"
you snorted a laugh and sighed, "okay, sure..you know you have a lot of women in here too right?"
schlatt looked at the camera with a deathstare and back to you, "what's that?" he said, pointing to your concealer,
"that's my concealer..let me do my makeup first and then i'll explain."
you go step by step, showing the camera your products as you do your makeup. schlatt just admires you in the monitor, watching the stream playback and how you just do your makeup, his left elbow resting on the armrest as his hand rests under his chin watching you. his right hand snakes down and just rests on your thigh, tracing small circles on your skin.
"okay for my lip combo--where is it..." you looked around for your lip gloss and schlatt sat up and turned to his other desk, grabbing the lip gloss he loved so much and handed it to you.
you thanked him and applied your lipliner and lipgloss, clapping as you finished, "anddddd that's what i do, okay bye"
you giggled and grabbed your makeup bag and got up, feeling the cold air as schlatt's hand left your thigh. schlatt laughed as you quickly left, knowing you aren't the most comfortable in front of the camera. he reached out and grabbed your arm and pulled you closer to him.
"i'll finish up soon, okay princess?" schlatt looked up at you and smiled. you nodded and smiled back, leaning in and kissing him before walking out of his room.
he turned to the computer, rubbing and smacking his lips as your lip combo was now on him.
"chat, you guys wish you could taste this shit. it's addicting for real."
bunnybun1343x: LMAOOO okay schlames scharles
ninjaxx242: can her boyfriend fight?
he read the chat and laughed, "SCHLAMES SCHARLES?" he shook his head, laughing. "and yes i can fuckin' fight, i'd fuckin' kill you if it meant y/n was on the line...
TW: vomiting (skip Charlie’s part if you have emetophobia)
Ted
You knew you were starting to feel sick because of all the common symptoms you experienced: body aches, sore throat, a cough, and the worst of all a fever. The cough wasn’t too bad just yet, but you feel like it’s going to turn into a cough that you’ll be able to feel in your chest. You have been taking medicine to try to handle it. However, it has not been helping. You know the best thing to do is rest, but you’re too busy to rest.
As you are going to lie down, you feel your boyfriend, Ted’s wrap around you. He immediately pulls away. “Fuck Baby you are burning up,” he says. He places a flat hand on your forehead before placing both hands on your neck. “You have a fever. Have you taken any medicine?” He asks, looking more worried.
“I took some ibuprofen a few hours ago. I’m fine. I have work in the morning, so I can’t get sick,” you explain to him.
“I don’t care. I want you to lie down. I’ll be right back with some essentials.” He kisses the top of your sweaty head before going into the kitchen.
You feel your eyes start to get heavier, but the pain and discomfort keeps you awake. It isn’t long before Ted is coming back into your shared bedroom with his large hands full of goodies. You raise an eyebrow at him.
He places a water bottle, Ibuprofen, and NyQuil Severe on the nightstand beside you. He also has a wet rag in his hand. “Sit up for me, Darling.” You reluctantly sit up. “Perfect. Now put your head on your knees.” You do as you are told. Ted places the cold wet rag around your neck. As he does this, he grabs your hair making it into a makeshift ponytail with a random hair tie he found.
You lean your head back, but are still sitting up. Ted grabs three Ibuprofen pills and the water bottle. You take it from his hands and take it with ease. You look in slight disgust when he pours the liquid NyQuil into the medicine cup. You always hated the taste of medicine even if they claim to be “tasty flavors”. You immediately close your nose before throwing the medicine back like a shot. You take another drink of water to help the taste go away.
Ted smiles at you. “Good girl. Are you hungry? I think we have some cans of chicken noodle soup that you bought.”
“I’m not hungry. This is perfect. Thank you, Love,” you tell him. Moments like this make you feel incredibly blessed to have such an amazing boyfriend who will drop everything even going to sleep to help you.
“Okay. Rest a bit if you don’t feel better when you wake up. Take a hot shower to help with your body aches.” Ted kisses your forehead instead of your lips. You assume he is worried about getting sick himself. Your assumption is proven correct when you see him grab his phone and a pillow.
“I love you, but I’m going to go sleep on the couch. If you need anything, let me know,” he says. You give him a slight pout, but you don’t blame him. You know your skin feels like fire right now, so he wouldn’t want to cuddle you. You also slightly pray that he doesn't get sick. Because unlike you, Ted is a big baby when he is sick.
However, a few days later, you hear a whine. “Baby can you make me some soup?” Ted whines. Even though you aren’t 100 percent, you immediately turn into a personal nurse for him. You also remember why you hate getting sick. It means your needy boyfriend will also be sick a few days later.
Schlatt
You knew something was up with your hormones because you were in a terrible mood. Every little thing was pissing you off which then made you emotional. Some of those things happened to revolve around your boyfriend, Jay.
When you get home from work, you are already mad about little things at work. Your boss had given you lots of little unnecessary tasks which made you frustrated because you couldn’t do what actually needed to be done. Your coworkers also weren’t being helpful.
You come home and your apartment is a mess. The trash can is full, the sink is full of dishes, and it just looks generally messy. Your boyfriend had promised you he would clean the place since he had a slim work day.
You decide to knock on his office door, hoping to not interrupt a recording. It doesn’t take long before he is opening up the door. “Hi bub. How was your day?” He asks, placing a kiss on your forehead.
“Well if you must know, my day was quite shitty. George kept making me do meaningless things like checking random accounts and making calls to check on some clients who haven’t bought in awhile. Then Hailey decided she needed a day off to get her nails done when I could have used the extra help,” you rant to him.
“I’m sorry. That does sound shitty. Well now you are home and you can relax a bit. I’m almost done with my work then we can watch a movie and eat ice cream.”
You huff slightly. It was hard to be mad at him, but he needed to know how you felt. “Okay but I do have a question before you go,” you tell him with an attitude in your voice. He raises an eyebrow. “Why did you not clean up today like you promised you were going to? I wanted to come home to a clean apartment but No, I came home to a filthy one. How hard is it to take the trash out, do the dishes, do some sweeping? I know you’re busy too, but you promised me!” You raise your voice which causes your eyes to water.
“Well I’m sorry I got busy! I had to record a few episodes of sleep deprived then do some editing for the weekly slap. I got caught up doing work that took up my time. Let me finish up then I’ll do it to make you happy!” He yells back at you.
You narrow your eyes at him. “It doesn’t matter anymore! You should have done it earlier like you promised! Also you work from home and can take a break anytime you want!” You are fully crying now. You quickly wipe your eyes. “Since you have so much to do, I’ll just do it myself.”
You turn away from him. You hear him start to stop you, but he decides to just slam the door instead.
After you finish cleaning up, you go to your bed still full of anger. Your eyes continue to feel with tears. You cuddle up against Jambo before you finally fall asleep.
When you wake up, Schlatt’s arms are wrapped around you. It seems like he wasn’t too pissed off at you. You gently move his arm off of you to go to the bathroom. Once you go to the bathroom, you realize what your issue was. You started your period. The cramps were starting to get worse and you dreaded it. You were grateful that it was the weekend, so you didn’t have to deal with work as well.
You immediately insert a tampon before laying back in bed. You scroll through your phone. When you see a TikTok of an old cat, you start to tear up. You hear Schlatt starting to wake up so you sniffle silently. “Are you up?” He asks you in his groggy morning voice.
You turn around to look at him. “I’m so sorry Jay. I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that. I was just pissed off and I started my period,” you admit to him.
He nods his head in understanding. He opens up his arms to cuddle you again. “I should have cleaned up. I did promise you I would.” He kisses the top of your head when you lay down on his chest. “How are your cramps?”
“Not bad, but I know they are going to get worse soon.”
“Are you hungry?” He asks, knowing sometimes you don’t want to eat during your time of the month.
“Yeah. I didn’t eat last night,” you tell him.
Quickly he gets up. “Lay here. I’m going to make you some breakfast.”
You smile at him before continuing to scroll on your phone again. Before long, Schlatt returns with a tray that has pancakes, bacon, and eggs on top. He places the tray in front of you. “Thank you,” you tell him, digging in.
When you finish, he cleans up your mess. He returns to the bedroom with your heating pad and some Motrin to help elevate the pain. “Get some rest. If this doesn’t help, I’ll draw a bath for you,” Schlatt tells you. Your eyes start tearing up again. “Toots, what’s wrong?” He asks, leaning down by you.
“You’re just the best boyfriend ever and I’m so incredibly lucky to have you. I don’t know what I have even done to deserve you. I act like a bitch and you still treat me like a queen,” you sniffle, but the tears keep flowing.
Schlatt lets out a small laugh. “It’s no issue at all, bub. I just love you. You had every right to yell at me.” He wipes your tears with his calloused thumb and presses a gentle kiss to your lips. “Now I have some work to get done. Will you be okay without me?” He slightly teases you.
You give him a slight pout. “Yes I will. Thank you again. I think I may take a quick nap. I’ll text you if I need anything”
After he leaves, you get yourself comfy to take a nice nap. You can already feel that this period is going to be painful, but you are grateful to have such a caring boyfriend who will help you with all of your needs.
Charlie
You could feel your stomach grumbling aggressively. Not because you were hungry, but because you were feeling nauseous. You lie down hoping the feeling will go away. However, you can’t control it when the bile starts coming up your throat. You rush to the on suite bathroom and begin throwing up in the toilet.
It isn’t long until you feel someone grabbing your hair to make a makeshift ponytail. Once you feel like you are done, you turn to your boyfriend, Charlie. “I’m sorry I woke you,” you apologize. You wanted to be as discreet as possible.
“Don’t worry about me. Do you think you’ll be sick again?” Charlie asks, moving your hair from your wet forehead.
“I think I’m ok-” You start, but immediately get sick again.
“Let it all out, Baby.” Charlie grabs a hair tie and fully puts your hair up. He rubs your back softly, pressing a kiss to the back of your neck.
You lay your head on the toilet bowl. “I hate being sick. It’s the worst,” you say. Your eyes start getting heavy.
“I know, Angel. Are you ready to go lay down?” Charlie puts a hand out for you to hold. You nod and take his hand. He leads you back to your shared bed.
As soon as you lay down, you immediately feel yourself starting to fall back to sleep. Charlie watches as you drift off to sleep.
When you wake up, you see a bucket beside you. You also see a few things on your bedside table. There is some Pepto Bismol with a medicine cup, some ritz crackers, a blue Gatorade, and a note. It reads, ‘Here are some things to help you feel better! I am going to stay on the couch. Text me if you need anything!! Love you! -Char’
You smile at the note. As much as you would love to cuddle him, you don’t blame him for sleeping elsewhere. You send him a quick thank you and I love you.
You are sure he is getting some work done. You are grateful to have a boyfriend who will take care of you when you can’t take care of yourself. Before you started dating Charlie, you would deal with it by yourself. Having a caretaker was so much more helpful.
It only takes you a few days to feel better. Thankfully, Charlie does not get sick because he is a big baby. It brings a smile to your face when you finally get to cuddle him. You also enjoy what happens before the cuddling happens.
A/N: This was so fun to write! I wanted each one to be different so I wrote different ailments. I love writing for every guy!! I will be updating too sweet and adding to baseball boy soon! Thank you all for reading letting me know what you think!
schlatt and/or ted comforting a reader with chronic migraines 🥹
Absolutely! I feel this sm
❥ Jschlatt:
▷ The SECOND he notices you’re in pain, his demeanor completely changes. He’s immediately turns soft and caring, making sure you’re as comfortable as possible.
▷ He’s the type to make sure you feel taken care of without you having to ask for anything. He’ll help adjust your pillows, make sure you’re comfortable in bed, and even put a cozy blanket over you. If you need a cold compress or something soothing, he’s running to get it with no hesitation.
▷ He would be great at offering gentle head massages to help alleviate some of the tension. His hands are warm, and he’d be careful not to apply too much pressure, but just enough to offer relief. He’d give your temples a tender rub or massage your shoulders softly, being extra mindful of how much pressure you can tolerate.
▷ He’s knows you so well that he knows when you need space and when you need him to be closer. If you’re wanting to be left alone for a while, he gives you that space. But if you’re feeling lonely or restless, he’s right there. Holding your hand, massaging your feet, or just resting his hand on your leg as you nap.
▷ VERY patient. He could have the absolute worst day but the second he sees you’re in pain nothing else matters. His mind is immediately refocused on you. Even if it’s a rough day, he’s not trying to rush you through it. “Take your time. I’m not going anywhere. We can do whatever you need—rest, chill, or just talk.” He’s completely patient, letting you take the time you need to heal without making you feel guilty about it.
▷ On bad days when the pain is at its worst. He is always there to reassure you that it’s okay to rest, and it’s okay to take time to heal. He’d softly say things like, “I’m here for the long haul, okay? You don’t have to do anything except rest. I’ve got you.” That sense of security would go a long way in helping you feel less alone in the struggle.
▷ If you’re feeling completely drained and can’t move, he’ll step up and take care of everything. Lights? Immediately turned off. Water? He’s already got you some. He’d make sure you don’t have to worry about a thing or move a muscle. “You don’t need to do anything. Just relax. I’ve got this.”
▷ While he’s naturally funny knows when to tone it down so you don’t feel overwhelmed. His humor when you’re in pain is softer, aimed at cheering you up without being too much. He might joke about how the migraine picked the wrong person to mess with, or say something silly like, “This migraine can’t outlast me. No one can outlast me” (ope who said that?)
▷ After the worst of the migraine has passed and you’re finally feeling bette would make sure you’re taken care of for the next few hours. He’d suggest a quiet walk or just cuddled up on the couch together.
▷ He’d pull you into a hug, holding you just a little longer than usual. He’d rest his cheek against your head and squeeze you gently, a silent promise that he’s there for you, always.
Omggg you really think so?! 🥹 I like those too cause they’re so cute and tinyyyy
*bites back affectionately*
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