#jschlatt thirst

[bunnie-online]

i’m a hard believer in the idea that Schlatt uses the most sugary sweet pet names for his partner- like???

warnings: slight D/s dynamic??? || dom!Schlatt x spoiled brat sub!reader || fem!reader

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“g’mornin, toots” as he kisses you on your forehead.

“angel, don’t break your fuckin’ wrist, let me open the damn thing.” he’ll gently scold you for not asking him to open the jar you’ve been struggling with.

“c’mere, sugar.” as he pulls you into his lap while he’s editing.

“oh, babydoll. look at you.” his mouth slightly opened in awe as you try on the new dress he bought you.

“don’t give me that look, dollface.” as you pout in result to him telling you ‘no’ for the first time in forever (he really said ‘not right now, but same thing)

“princess, hold my hand the street is fuckin’ insane” as you two cross the street downtown, he has to make sure his baby is safe

[pray4saint]

falling asleep cuddled up with schlatt,, his hands finding their way under your shirt,, his fingers pinching, twisting n pulling at your nipples, drawing out low, quiet moans from your sleeping body, careful not to wake you up

and then he just leaves a trail of kisses from your shoulder up your neck to the bottom of your jaw before falling back asleep,, whispering 'goodnight doll.',, that's it

[big-guy-schlutt]

I've lost count of how many times I've watched this in the past 3-ish weeks

[frostedsugarcookiehearts]

¹ money, money, money (must be funny, in a rich man's world!)

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your friends hadn't expected it to go viral, honestly. your best friend had hundreds of twitter posts (and thirst traps) that had gone unnoticed by the twitter algorithm and exes alike.

managing to drag your antisocial little behind to a party, you started whining about how you wanted to go home, make yourself some tea, and be in bed by seven. unfortunately, you were the 'adopted introvert' of the friendgroup, and to make the whining stop, they subdued you with the first video they could fine. like they would a four year old.

but it worked, successfully! your wide eyes were glued to a stream of a boisterous and raunchy man with a beard that kind of looked like two inhalers glued on the sides of his face; screaming and driving drunk in a video game. if it kept him off the streets, you supposed, it was for the better. your face paled at some of the out-of-pocket things he was saying (bless your heart), but some of the things made you laugh.

so you decided to talk to him! managing to somehow get a donation in there, you happily typed away — "hi!! you make me giggle. maybe you shouldn't drink so much though it's bad for your liver!"

oblivious, you didn't even noticed one of your friends snickering to themselves as they recorded you typing away. and apparently, schlatt had read that message not with the tone of a sweet little lady but instead in the patronizing voice of a 6'0"+ man, because he barked back, "fuck you! i'll give you something to giggle at, you little —"

at the very least, you were the sensitive type. so when the streamer cursed at you for just trying to make what you thought was a friendly suggestion, you promptly burst into tears. unfortunately for you, instead the recording being deleted in regards to your sadness, it was posted to twitter (or as schlatt referred to it, x; the everything app).

and it went stupid viral. viral enough that schlatt was tagged in it over a hundred times over, and he'd stumbled upon it during a begrudging morning doomscroll. he watched the shitty-quality video of you wailing over his comment on stream, and for some reason, his heart shattered. he— believe it or not— felt kinda bad. yelling at a girl who looked like she genuinely enjoyed the stream definitely wasn't his intention, to say the least.

under the original video, he commented:

@/jschlatt:

↳ sorry toots. was very drunk. send me your venmo?

and that seemed to be enough for the internet to go absolutely wild. then, with the creepy powers of the internet, people online found not only your venmo, but your instagram and all your socials. so you woke up the next day to see a nice little message in your inbox—

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$500 venmo payment from @/jschlatt. [ add. message ] : sorry for the trouble ma'am. next time you donate maybe you can give me your number?

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divider credit: @omi-resources

[pray4saint]

im feral

Y’all ever just sit back and think about Ted fucking you so hard your legs shake, whispering sweet little dirty nothings in your ear?

OR, Schlatt’s mutton chops scratching up the inside of your thighs while giving the best head you’ve ever gotten so they’re sore in the morning?

ORRRRRR, sitting in Ted’s lap, back pressed against his chest while he thrusts up into you, hitting that perfect spot inside you. Schlatt’s mouth on your nipples while he makes you suck on his fingers so Ted’s neighbors don’t hear how loud you are.

— Bree <3

[thesillyguyy]

Why the FUCK are there Jschlatt thirst traps all over my tiktok fyp.

[smileymoth]

Wait hold up parasocial jschlatt psychoanalysis time sinve its 7am and i still cant sleep . Do not read this i sound insane probably . Im allowed to be weird abt him bc i dont respect him

Ive heard so on the grapevine that at one point schlatt was more chill abt being "woke" on his internet perception and now im thinkimg hold up if he was put off by being thirsted after hence why he got "ugly" by getting facial hair and getting fat then was his misogynistsona also fabricated to shoo off weirdos (which ovviously didnt work) . Or he just got fat and then needed a reason tjat wasnt "food yummy" to explain why that hspprned 🤔🤔🤔 snd did ue try to eleviate himself from the mcyt fan crowd bc the 15 year olds were getting on his nerves but he accidentally cultivated an even more annoying audience and now he cant get rid of it. Or did he try to cultivate it on purpose to get money out of annoying people. What does he know that we dont . My moneys on it happening accidentally and him not knowing how to fix it. Not that he gives a fuck. Hes got bigger problems like his 40 dollar ice cubes melting into a wrong shape or whatever. And i also dont think hes some master manipulator. Hes just a man at the end of the day.

I got told off that "not everybody has body dysmorphia, daniel" when i mentioned it to a friend but i also sometimes wonder if he had moments whrre he didnt recognize himself in the mirror bc he looks so uber different now . Or was/is it an opposite thing where he now feels like himself 🤔 or he just doesnt gaf bc hes the internets favourite white boy AND hes rich .

I hate him so much

[bunnie-online]

ohhh fuck i can just imagine make up sex with schlatt after your first little argument.

you don’t even remember what you were arguing about or how you ended up with your legs locked around Schlatt’s hips.

all that matters right now is the fact that he’s in your ear whining- not grunting. not groaning or moaning. he’s whining.

“i’m so fuckin’ sorry, doll.” - “i don’t even know what happened” - “please…fuck…i’m sorry, sugar.” - “you forgive me, right?”

he wouldn’t be able to handle you being upset with him. he’d give you his all.

and he’s fucking you sooo good. like his life depends on it. you don’t know how many times you came but it was enough to completely forget your petty little spat.

[broskilit]

Introoooo

Helo I've been a shiftblr lurker for a while and now I want to post about my shifting journey and my amazing beautiful streamer dr bf (and my other drs ig 😒 😒) I'm not very good at being aesthetic but WHO CARES!!!!!!!!! 😢

My main drs

Streamer DR; My angel baby firstborn, prob what I will post abt the most 🙏 I'm actually more of a ytber, doing vlogs but i sometimes do variety streams lol. I'm dating tommyinnit and i mostly hang out w jschlatt and toms friends + ocs😛

Harry Potter DR; Where I feed my thirst for drama lol. I'm a member of the sacred 28 but I was raised by muggles in America bc my parents died in the first wizarding war. I end up dating Harry in a friends to lovers thing but I date malfoy at one point and become a spy for the order and basically become a death eater but its all a RUSE to get information. There's a prophecy about me that kinda makes me sound like I can win the war for Voldemort so his side wants me BAD... but I'm literally just the quidditch commentator and flowers grow out of my hair sometimes like I'm not all that 😭😭😭

also ASKS SEEM REALLY COOL SO DEFINITELY PLS DO THAT !!

[pray4saint]

saint, my beloved. i just want to share some brainrot with you so i'm not alone with this.

schlatt pushes his hands down into the center of your back, pushing you to arch even further. subconsciously burying your head into the comfort of the bedding, his voice brings you back. "no, sweetheart, look in the mirror so you can see how pretty you are whilst i fuck you," schlatt spoke, voice airy and low.

now raising your head, eyes falling upon your reflection in the mirror. schlatt's large stature towering behind you, the slickness of his sweat causing his skin to glisten under the dim lighting. the tip of his cock playing with your wet entrace before desperately thrusting in, his hands eagerly grabbing at your sides. "thats it, there's my pretty girl," he smirks darkly, his pelvis clashing with your bare ass as he finds his rhythm again, watching your face relax with pleasure; biting at your lips trying to subdue your moans.

"you take me so well angel, doin' such a good job." schlatt continued to tease in the form of breathy exhales, unable to take his eyes off of your reflection. watching how despite your best efforts to watch yourself take him in, your eyes would subconsciously drift back as he filled you with his length.

kiss me?? marry me even?? schlatt + mirror is so motherfuckin real.

like GOD i just know he likes making you watch yourself become a mess in the mirror. loves loves loves seeing you struggle to keep your head up.

so basically i need him badly, i need him biblically.

[doomguy]

IN WHAT FUCKING WORLD IS JSCHLATT THIRST POSTS BASED ON MY FUCKING LIKES YOU'RE INSANE!!!!!!!!!!

[cute-pluto]

instagram: happy anniversary to an old story post you made in 2019 about thirsting for jschlatt. on your irl account. not your cutepluto art instagram. the account where all your irl friends live

me: ☹️

[aurelaeusgarwood]

“Dear August,”

Pairing: Jschlatt x Male Reader

Rating: Mature / 18+

Warnings: Mentions of Sexual themes and Angst

(Minors DNI)

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In the early 19th century England, smart, handsome, beautiful Y/N Wrensliede has it all in the town of Linwood. From fine wine, to a rich estate. During one night, at one of the Wrensliede held parties, An old friend seems to have return with something in mind. Will their love be till death do them part?

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Chapter I: Y/N Wrensliede

February 4th, 1864 ~ Wrensliede Estate, Linwood

I could not believed myself as to what I am thinking and feeling—most certainly to someone I grew up with. Out of all these women in my father’s ballroom this late afternoon. I’d find myself a future court, unfortunately non of the women seemed to interest me other then Sir Jonathan Schlatt standing opposite from me across the room. When I first entered this room, I never expected to feel scared, nervous, warm. But I cannot and dare not discuss this feeling with myself or with anyone for that matter, too much of absurdity to handle.

Good thing for him to have not notice me yet. Too busy flirting with a poor maiden. Standing like a small stick next to him, uninterested and awkwardly quiet. She holds her glass firmly, as if he were to ever take it from her, Now that I think of it, I would love to quench my afternoon thirst with Uncle Frederick’s finest wine in all of town Linwood. One of the servants walked by.

“Give me a cold glass of Aurumbähr wine please,”

“As you wish your Lordship,”

Said the servant, she then walked away and disappeared from the crowd, then back with my drink in tow.

“Is there anything else you would need your Lordship?”

“No. You can go,”

Her curtsy made my stomach twist, not in a flattering way, but disgust. Why does father have to make us Wrensliedes feel more important then anyone else in this town? especially in my own home, I can’t even ask for something without being treated as royalty when there’s a royal palace miles up the northwest mountains. ‘Too much money’ I tell my mother, whenever she allows herself to listen to me, can’t tell if she can even hear me, that poor women is going deaf. Maybe I should speak with my tone higher next time?

“I see that you still hate being called that, your highness~”

I gasped, my drink almost falling out of my hands—there stood Mr. Schlatt, in his dark grey suit, his stature horrendously tall yet handsome. His face, punchable.

“How dare you almost make me waste this!“

“Is that Aurumbähr? I’ve had far better wine overseas,”

I gasped again, how dare he? My uncle’s family has been one of the greatest wine brewers in this country for decades.

“I’ll have you know Aurumbähr is far more rich and flavourful than those sour, earthy drinks you had from the Canadas,”

“Oh is that it? Hmm last I heard Frederick discovered bugs swimming in his barrels, care to explain that?”

“That was last year!”

“Are you certain? last I heard was back in August,”

I swear to the stars above, This man; yet older then me, cannot count to save his life.

“That’s still last year, what did you even do over overseas? get drunk?”

He laughed, his smile handsomely gross, a bit of his white teeth I spotted. He licked his lips so delicately, soft and—

“You know I won’t mind, Little N/N—OW”

I pulled away the little hairpin.

“Don’t call me that, we aren’t foolish young adults anymore!”

I whispered, looking around to see if anyone heard, Schlatt rubbed his arm, pouting in pain.

“But I thought that’s what you liked me calling you, when you would—“

I stomped on his foot, he yelped, crouching over as he was in more pain.

“Enough of that Mr. Schlatt, I am already growing tired of your presence at this moment”

“You’re right, I am sorry, that was a long time ago—but aside from that, how have you been?”

I am not certain on how I can answer that, I’ve been idle these years, being twenty-five of age, still haven’t been courted yet from other wealthy families and have not been in any interest at all.

“I am doing absolutely great, in fact, I was until my father never notified me about your invitation today,”

“Well you would’ve declined it by then”

“Exactly—“

“—Which means, I have something entirely important to give to you,”

I stumbled, my words being interrupted and talked over. The mannerisms on Mr. Schlatt is no gentleman to be. Out of all of the men in this town, Mr. Schlatt has a way to shut you up and hear what he has ti say, stubborn and selfish he is.

“And what is that?”

He said nothing, other then that look… Why do I remember that look? He gave me a folded piece of paper and walked away—lost in the crowd, I was alone with this neatly folded note.

“Hold this,”

I said to the servant, giving her my drink.

“Yes your lordship”

I can’t even… Never mind that, what did this idiot write.

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Dear, Little N/N

Meet me at the apple blossoms behind your fathers garden at 17:30

~ Yours truly, Jonathan Schlatt

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My name is Y/N Earwood Wrensliede, Mr. Schlatt, not little—No, I am not saying that play name ever again. What does he want? I check my watch and it’s 17:01, The sun should set in twenty-nine minutes, why that hour? I give my drink a few sips. The fine fermented grapes, sweet and savoury on my tongue. I look around and I don’t seem to spot him anywhere amongst the crowd of women and lords. So I waited. The room was probably my favourite out of this old building. The designs and decorations on the ceilings was done by some painter from Paris, quite a beautiful piece of the greek tales of the gods.

The gold and glow the room had as well as the fine music from the quartet gave me comfort. Just if he hadn’t showed up, maybe I could’ve found myself a Lady to court with, get my father to look up to me and take on the family name whence his time comes. 17:25 came along, I excused myself for a walk outside, still holding my glass half empty. The wine swirled as I strut, the colour swayed as if blood from a holiday steak feast I’ve had with Father and Mother.

Mother is not here as she is teaching ballet in France, so it’s Father and I watching over the Wrensliede Estate, A lovely and grand stone pillar home of these fine landscapes. It’s a long walk but l reach the garden and spot the assortments of blossom trees at the back,

Mr. Schlatt nowhere to be found. I walk further more, until I stop at the large apple blossom, blooming with shiny fruits, although half of them are eaten by the nature life out here. Has Mr. Schlatt trick me again? like when we were children?

Someone then covers my eyes, It was dark for a moment until I turned around, there stood in front of me, Mr. Schlatt—with a smirk and a laughter in his voice. I still don’t know what is about him, I haven’t seen him for awhile and he still acted the same.

“I knew you’d come, I’ve missed you”

“I— I ummm, well I missed you too…”

He chuckled, the pointed dull teeth showing as he looked above the apples.

“It has been six and a half years since we last parted ways… I know you have more than just to say, little N/N”

He stepped forward, I froze, I couldn’t seem to move.

“Well you left without a word to the Canadas, so I moved on, what did you expect me to say?”

He softly smiled, how awful did I miss that smile, I look around, trying to avoid his brown eyes, but to focus on the fresh seemingly ready red apple, hanging on the branch undisturbed. He looked at the apple too, before reaching up and taking it off the stem—My eyes widen.

“My father will kill you if he found out you touched his tree”

“Well he’s not here, besides, not like he wouldn’t mind if you did”

“Oh trust me, his anger is not pleasant”

He turned it around in his palm, before giving it a bite, I reached over but he moved his arm away, the apple bitten and out of reach. I looked at him like he was some lunatic, and he just smiled at me—chewing. I then felt his arm reach behind my waist, he then pulled me up to his chest, my heart beating faster. The glass in my hands slip, shattering upon the pavement. I stare up, his face looking down on me as he leans in, his lips touching mine as I felt his tongue reach in, the chewed apple pieces slide in my mouth, transferring from him to me… I can’t think. What is happening, my head hurts, my heart is beating hard that it hurts. He pulled away—I could feel the apple bits in my mouth still.

“You can swallow, Now he won’t know it was you”

I did what he said, I swallowed the bits as I felt his thumb caress my closed lips. I felt heated and unstable.

“You know little N/N, I missed you so much, that every man I see back in Canada, I see your face, your smile and your body… Please… I—“

“I think I’m tired, I need to sleep Mr. Schlatt, please excuse—“

He grabbed my hand as I tried to get away from his grasp, I could feel my nose leaking, the blood dripping down to the ground, mixing in with wine, almost identical. He dropped the apple as he spotted the blood.

“Dear stars, are you alright N/N?”

I nodded, as he lead me to a bench near by, sitting me down. I did t know what to do as he cleaned my mess, his large hands delicately and cautiously cleaning the blood. I waited till he was done.

“It’s… It’s N/N—not… that name,”

“I thought you liked it,”

“I…”

I don’t know what I like anymore, he gave my hand a light squeeze. I look away to where the broken glass of spilled wine and a bitten apple lay, a mess like myself and this situation becoming. Great, I’m crying in front of a man I used to love, someone who abandoned me without a word, a horrid moment I am to be experiencing. I could still feel the warm of where his lips used to press. Ever since he left I had no one else to fall in love. He was all I had and now he just arrives and proceeds to do all this like nothing has ever happened? Ludicrous.

“I waited, and time passed by—yet you haven’t returned…”

“My greatest sincerest apologies N/N, I have been wanting to meet before I left, but due to some scheduling I didn’t have time.”

“Not even for a note? You hadn’t bothered lettering me?”

He just stared at my hands, his thumb caressing my palms, as they start to sweat. His face indeed was sad, sorry for what had.

“After many weeks, I bled my tears every night, just hoping to see your lamp in the field glowing for me. I left my window open every night… Hoping you would be by my side when I sleep.”

“Darling, I—“

“Don’t you dare call me that, Just don’t you ever come near me again. Enjoy this last night Mr. Schlatt,”

My heart torn itself as I stood from the bench and walked back to the grand estate. I could feel his eyes burn into my back, like an hot iron print pressing onto a punished thief. I wiped my tears, made myself presentable as I entered the ballroom again. A few questioned about my puffy face, I said to them it that it was just the season change.

They laughed and I cried bitterly inside.

[quack-city]

I want to draw a president Jschlatt thirst trap so bad

[safetyrat]

I hate how aware jack seems to be about cursed fandom stuff. dnf truthing, gogy thirst traps, jschlatt mpreg. when will it end.

[bunnie-online]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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omg i got so carried away with this 🫣

~bunnie