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oh this is fucking diabolical. jail. jail for this man.
#BULGE ON MAIN?????????#he knows what he's doing#devious behavior#i wanna know what it smells like#MOUTH WATERINGGGGG#schlatt#jschlatt x reader#jschlatt#schlatt x reader#jschlatt smut#jschlatt x reader smut#schlatt smut#jschlatt fanfic#jschlatt x y/n#jschlatt x you#jschaltt
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100% agree about the schlatt being a hot nerd type, he's the type to act all confident in public, blunt and snarky the way he normally is, but then the second the door shuts and the two of you are alone he's blushy and stuttering, a little unsure but so eager to please... mmm just how i like em...
i’m foaming at the mouth just thinking about him doing his little nervous chuckle omfg
like you’d climb into his lap and he’d freeze, his hands hovering over your thighs, he’s looking up at you with wide eyes and his pupils eclipsing the irises. oh my god and his mouth his parted soooo slightly. his breathing speeding up just a little. and fuck his face is beet red.
“W-woah, you’re so…fuck.” he gets cut off by a moan when you grind your hips onto him.
“Fuck.” he tosses his arm over his eyes, his jaw going slack.
he’d be at your mercy, like a million percent 🙂↕️
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to the moon and back, birthday girl | schlatt
note: right, SO. yesterday was my birthday (it's 1:20 as i'm typing this). i'd like to make it clear that this is fully meant to be a comfort piece for me, since my last few birthdays have been - for the lack of a better term - shit. so yeah. this was a gift to myself.
and yes, it's pork roll, not tAyLoR hAm like some heathens think it is
warnings: none. you may feel a bit sad reading, but i'm not sure
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Birthdays were never a huge thing for Schlatt, even when he was a kid. They were nice, yes, but it felt like more of a celebration for his mother than anything else. He didn’t really do much work, to be fair. Birthdays were just another day for him, sometimes those days included staring at a cake littered with candles while people surrounded him as he stared at the buttercream icing and tried to remember what he wanted to wish for.
But then you came into his life. A whirlwind of love and sweetness so dense that it made his teeth hurt in a good way. The kind of hurt that you’d get when you ate half the bag of sour gummy worms and your body was beginning to reject them or when you bit into ice cream. You, with your bright eyes and your hair that always seemed just a little bit messy. Your wide, excited smiles that made his heart do that weird thing that it did.
The first birthday that the two of you celebrated as a couple was his. The day before wasn’t anything special. You hadn’t asked him what he wanted, mainly because you knew he’d never tell you. His answer would always be, ‘you’re all I need, doll’ before he kissed you. So you decided to take things into your own hands. Two days before his birthday, you went to the store to do food shopping. Only while there, you grabbed cake mix and candles.
The resulting cake was a disaster. A mass of crumbling chocolate cake and icing with chunks of the cake mixed in. You’d presented it with such love in your eyes that it was hard to decline. From that moment on, Schlatt knew that birthdays were going to be special in your house.
You weren’t expecting anything for your birthday, mainly because, well, you had all you needed. A warm bed, clean water, a boyfriend and two cats that loved you to pieces. There wasn’t anything that you could add to make your life better.
You day starts out as it usually does. You wake up before Schlatt, untangle yourself from his limbs - he sleeps with his leg draped over yours - and go downstairs to make coffee. Only the coffee is already made. And a breakfast sandwich from your favorite place is sitting on the table, still warm in the aluminum. You open it, revealing your exact order: pork roll, egg, and cheese on an onion bagel with the pork roll cooked until it’s crispy. Next to it, a note:
Happy birthday, pretty girl. Please have a day that’s almost as amazing as you are. I love you to the moon and back. - Jay
The note is scrawled in Schlatt’s handwriting, letters looping with curves and even a little heart next to his signature. Tears prick your eyes as you the bagel in your bag. You pour your cup of coffee, adding all the things that you like into it before leaving for work. You’d debated calling out just for your own sake, but figure that it wouldn’t hurt just to go in. Besides, you enjoyed your job. Somewhat.
As the day goes on, you’re wished happy birthday by most of your coworkers. A half-hearted attempt, but an attempt nonetheless. There’s no cake, no fanfare. Just as you had expected. Not out of malice, of course, but because it just wasn’t that big of a deal to you. Sure, other coworkers had surprise parties in the break room, but you didn’t care much for those. Plus, you didn’t even like your coworkers that much.
On the drive home, you listen to soft music. No lyrics, no singing along, just gentle instruments and your thoughts. The sun is setting, casting a warm glow on the city. The ride home is where you decompress from the long day. It’s the one place where you can be quiet and go over the events of the day. Sometimes, you even stay in the car just a bit longer. But today, you just want to go inside.
As you open the door, the house is dim. Classical music comes from the record player that sits atop the mantle. Several candles are scattered around on tables, all in your favorite scents. The door shuts behind you as you take in the scene. Rose petals litter the floor and you’re pretty sure one of them was in a cat’s mouth. In the dining room, you can see your favorite dinner. Schlatt cooked. Hanging from the ceiling is a banner saying ‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY.’
“Happy birthday, my love,” Schlatt voice is soft as he comes down the stairs.
You can’t bring yourself to say anything, you just look at him. His features are softer in the dim light, gentle eyes peering down at you as Schlatt gives you that lopsided grin that made you fall in love with him.
“You,” you pause, shocked at the emotion in your voice. “You did this for me?”
Schlatt nods, bringing you close to him. “Do you remember my birthday when we first started dating?” He asks. “The birthday where you slaved over a cake for hours only for it to crumble when you put that blue icing on it? And how you cried because you wanted to make it perfect?”
You nod. “Because you deserved a good birthday,” You reply simply.
“And why do you think I did all this?” Schlatt asks, jutting his chin to the room. “You are one of the constants in my life. You ground me when things get out of hand. You are the one person that I look at and can say that I truly feel home.”
Schlatt pauses, clearing his throat. He is not going to cry on his girlfriend’s birthday.
“You make my life brighter just by being a part of it. A few months ago, when I asked you about your birthday, you told me it wasn’t a big deal, that it wasn’t worth celebrating because you’d never been properly celebrated before. I wanted to make sure that you had a birthday to remember. In a good way.”
A sob breaks through your lips as you tug Schlatt closer. Your hug is tight, possibly bruising some ribs, but Schlatt just wraps his arms around you, shushing you.
“Baby, you can’t cry on your birthday,” He whispers into your hair. “It’s bad luck.” A pause. “I think.”
After wiping your eyes and thanking Schlatt for accidentally getting you waterproof mascara after you ran out of your usual brand, the two of you sit at the dining room table. You talk about everything under the sun while you eat dinner. From the cats to how your parents got a new puppy, even to your cousin’s wedding that you need to buy a dress for. Dumb comments about coworkers and the way that Schlatt’s computer chair’s loose wheel finally gave out, leading him to topple out of fame in a video.
“I didn’t attempt to make a cake,” Schlatt says as he puts his plate in the dishwasher. “Mainly because I figured that it would really overshadow the cake you made for my birthday in how awful it would look, but I did buy one, if you wanted to have dessert.”
“I would love some dessert,” You reply. “Even if it’s store bought and not made with love like my cake was.”
Schlatt shoots you a playful glare before getting the cake from the fridge. He cuts you a big slice before cutting himself an even bigger one.
“But before we eat,” Schlatt says, making you stop with a forkful of cake halfway to your mouth. “I wanted to give you your gift.”
“You did so much for me,” You reply. “I don’t need anything else.”
“I know,” Schlatt says. “But I wanted to get you something very special.”
Schlatt reaches into his pocket, pulling out a red velvet box. Your eyes widen as your heart screeches to a halt. You can see a nervous sweat beading on Schlatt’s forehead. His hands are shaking so badly that you’re nervous he might drop the box into the cake. Tears instantly fill your eyes, threatening to fall onto your already damp cheeks.
“I know what you’re thinking, but it’s unfortunately not that,” He says quickly. “As much as I’d love to ask you right this second, I think your father would actually behead me. With a guillotine.”
You can’t help but giggle. “He would,”
“But I wanted to show you how devoted I am to you. How I promise to be there for you no matter what,” Schlatt says, opening the box. “I want to promise you that you’re it. You’re the endgame for me. I never felt this way about someone before, but I feel that way about you.”
“Jay,” You whisper, looking at the ring.
It’s a promise ring. Silver. With a Ruby heart, your birthstone. You’re fully crying now.
“Baby, I promise to love you for the rest of my life,” Schlatt continues.
“I promise, too,” You choke out.
Schlatt takes the ring from the box, delicately sliding it onto your finger with trembling hands. He sniffles, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand.
“This was the best birthday ever,” You sob, looking down at your own shaking hand. The ring glistens in the candlelight. “I love you so much, Jay.”
“I love you too,” Schlatt smiles. “To the moon and back, forever and ever.”
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🌽 p! link !!!!
twink schlatt.
you feel so good he can’t find how good he feels
https://x.com/moodkink/status/1919885965965111368?s=46&t=EiF-Ul-yDf9kou0x8q9r7w
i’m literally just a porn account now for schlatt 🤭🤭🫣🫣😝😝🥴🤤🤤🤤
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- - - - FAX INCOMING - - - -
I am once again asking,, from the bottom of my heart
For small town dinner owner!schlatt. I've been watching Gilmore Girls and thinking of schlatt as Luke just keeps me going (giggling). He's the right guy for gruff annoyed guy who keeps his big fat heart for a few special ones....in small acts of kindness, hehehehe!!!!
(It's okay if you haven't watched the show, I just want him in a small town and to annoy him during breakfast, we're both having fun here)
🖨!
printer anon you always have the best ideas ����

the bell above the door dings, signaling to schlatt that you have arrived — and right on schedule.
he greets you with a roll of his eyes, dragging the rag in his hand in lazy circles over a stained spot on the counter that’s definitely been there for years.
“not you again.” schlatt says, his face deadpan, but the sparkle in his eye gives him away.
“always a pleasure, schlatt.” you beam at him, sitting down in your usual spot on the other side of the counter. he doesn’t bother handing you a menu and you don’t ask for one; you both know you’ll be getting the same thing you always do.
schlatt gives a short “hmph,” as he reaches for a mug and the coffee pot. “think you and me have different definitions of ‘pleasure,’ toots.”
“well,” you shrug as you make yourself comfortable on the stool, “maybe you’ll have to show me your definition some time.”
schlatt ignores you.
“oh, come on,” you lean forward on crossed arms, still smiling,“that was smooth as hell and you know it.”
he says nothing as he pours you a piping hot cup of coffee, but you can see him suppressing a smirk. he passes you a small, white bowl of single-use creamer cups stacked precariously on top of each other, as well as the sugar dispenser.
“what do you want?” schlatt asks even though he knows the answer, resting both of his hands on the edge of the counter.
“you know what i want,” you tease, and he cocks an eyebrow.
“to eat, sweetheart.”
“that’s what i was talking about.” you say innocently, and schlatt’s cheeks tinge pink.
he grabs the rag from the counter, flinging it onto his shoulder, before turning away from you.
you swear you hear him grumble, “…gonna be the death of me.” under his breath as he disappears into the kitchen.

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hear me out
#ted nivison#jschlatt#personally i think im hilarious#i don't need you to agree#i see the vision clear enough for us all#ted nivision x reader#schlatt#jschlatt x reader#schlatt x reader
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Daddy's Here
Have a little Dad! Schlatt fic
A loud cry woke you both from a somewhat restful sleep, a rare commodity as of a few months ago when your daughter was born.
Schlatt groaned from next to you.
"She shouldn't be hungry for another few hours but I'll check on her-" you start, tiredly shuffling the blankets off of you to sit up.
"No I'll grab her, go back to sleep." He says, rolling over to peck your lips before standing and stretching, his broad back popping.
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Shuffling down the hall the crying grew louder, and Schlatt entered the nursery with a 'shh' as he flicked on the light.
"What's" a yawn "a matter hon? Hm?"
Stepping to the crib he leaned down and picked up the fussy infant.
"Come're" he cooed, voice strained from the added weight.
"What's wrong, baby?" he bounced her in his arms, rocking back and forth to settle her a bit.
Lifting the baby in the air a bit he sniffed. "You smell alright, you okay?" he asked, turning to the rocking chair, and settling in.
Catherine sniffled as she calmed down, nuzzling into his shirt.
"Shh... Daddy's here. Daddy's got ya." he murmured, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
The deep timbre of his voice hummed a quiet tune as they rocked, baby settled on his chest. With the peaceful setting now that he'd calmed her, Schlatt let his eyes rest for a while.
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A few hours later when it was time to feed her again you woke to see Schlatt not next to you.
Walking into the nursery you found him in the now still rocking chair, your daughter sleeping softly in his arms.
"Hey sleepy." you whispered, leaning down to kiss his hairline.
"Hmm?"
"You're off baby duty. I can take her now."
"Mmhm..." Schlatt drifted back off, his arms tightening around the baby girl.
Smiling, you pulled a throw from the blanket next to the chair and draped it over them both before slipping out the door and turning the light off, letting them get a few more minutes of sleep before she'd eventually wake him up the way she had the night before.
A/N OKay this is also kind of bad but It's a thought I had at like 11 at night and I just wanted to write it out
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big guy ✮ jschlatt x fem!reader hcs



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a/n: what up! i wrote this for my gorgeous loml best friend @plantring who definitely wasn’t holding me at gunpoint, and i’ve been meaning to write a schlatt fic for ages! so, here you go. big guy. maybe charlie next 👀 also the song was just the song i’ve been repeating and had in mind while i wrote this fic ! i hope you guys like it :)
notes: jambo, other unnamed cat referred to as ‘burnt soup’, swearing, cuddles, nicknames, twitch, wii games series, tucker keane & Ted nivison, chuckle sandwich mention, romantic, drinking, hobbies, singing, SFW, NSFW UNDER THE CUT!! , grabby schlatt /pos
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☼ toots. he calls you toots, all the time, every day. it’s either a cheesy nickname, sweets, toots, baby, sweetheart, or sugar. he’s new yorkian yk.
☾ he’ll call you them before you even start dating, just to watch your cheeks flush pink and lips fall agape. the image ingrained in his mind permanently.
☼ such a flirt, before you start dating. he’ll make a wild joke to nobody in particular when you’re with friends, noticing how everybody will laugh but yours is hoarse. watching you squirm in your seat as he lets out a little chuckle, is how he gathers you like him.
☾ you’re the flirtiest friends, and everyone can see it but you two.
☼ maybe your mutual point of realisation is at his house, when he complains about shaving and you offer to shave his chops. “y’better not fuck this up, lady. these are the money bags.” he’d tease, making you laugh. you sit on his lap, claiming it’s for ‘better access’ as you clean up his face.
☾ like i said with ted, schlatt’s also a romantic. maybe a little more old school, but definitely romantic. he’d ask you out on a date first, with pretty flowers and that charming fucking smile. then ask you to be his girlfriend. what? he isn’t a pussy.
☼ if you two don’t live together, he likes seeing you in his space more. he can’t quite describe why, maybe it’s just waking up with you tangled in his sheets in his bed in his room with his cats cuddling up next to you like you’ve been there forever.
☾ speaking of the cats, they’ve picked you over him. if you both call their names at the same time, both the cats will come running to you as if schlatt isn’t even there.
☼ “what the fuck?” he mutters, picking up jambo. “i pay for your food, house you, give you love and attention. and this is how you repay me, shithead? huh? by picking her over me? fuck you!” he frowns, holding jambo up as the orange cat simply meows in response. jambo’s paw finds his nose, and schlatt’s eyes glance at you. seeing you giggling as you cuddled burnt soup like a baby. “you too, you fuckin’ traitor.” he proclaims, pointing at the purring black cat in your hands who’s giving him the cutest stare ever.
☾ huh, kind of reminds him of you.
☼ if you have a pet too, even better.
☾ got a cat? he’ll try and make your cat love him more then you. it doesn’t work, but if you comment he’ll say it’s a work in progress. insists on feeding it every time he’s at your house, probably figures out some sort of nickname for your kitty. cuddles it every chance he gets.
☼ got a dog? he’ll pretend he doesn’t like it, call it dopey since he’s always proclaiming he doesn’t like dogs. but you catch him babying and cuddling your dog when he thinks you’re not around too often to believe him.
☾ best believe jambo and burnt soup will get mad at him when he comes home with another animal’s smell on him, but never get mad at you. he’s such a softie for pets.
☼ schlatt was quite the private man, not a very big fan of making things public on the internet. he knew how people could be. he wouldn’t want to expose you to that, at least not until he was sure you’d be okay with it and you’d been in a relationship for a while.
☾ didn’t mean he couldn’t leave a few subtle messages for his chat, though. maybe a pair of pink slippers on his floor or some jewellery. when chat would notice and spam, he’d smirk.
☼ “what, chat? th’re obviously mine.” he chuckled. gaslighting his twitch as much as he could. if you asked, he’d say it was an accident and he didn’t notice. he’s a good liar to everyone but you.
☾ after a while, he’d open the idea up to you. whether it be a stream, or a youtube video where he can blur your face. but he has one rule.
☼ wii games. he wants to bring back wii games.
☾ and of course since you’re both equally competitive fucks, it turns into a laughing, yelling and tackling match as you both play every wii game imaginable. spewing insults at each other when the other misses in wii tennis, bickering like an elderly couple, screaming and cheering in victory. him claiming he let you win.
☼ “if you win anythin’, that is.” he’d murmur with that dumb grin.
☾ which you reply to with a string of curses and insults
☼ he couldn’t imagine anything more hilarious. plus click bait.
☾ he brings you to chuckle week (RIP CHUCKLE FOREVER IN OUR HEARTS </3) and you all decide to play some of the board games that look like they’re collecting dust in the airBNB you all are staying in.
☼ scrabble? you and schlatt team, ted and tucker team, and you practically knock them off the fucking board. guess who? they’re cooked. uno? reverse. chess? checkmate. you’re winning every time, together for once, and giggling about it too.
☾ “connect 4!” schlatt bellowed, as you two won at yet another game. you sat at the dining table of the airbnb, sitting opposite each other in pairs playing another dusty game. “what the fuck? you two are cheating or some shit.” ted huffs and tucker shakes his head and laughs, with you and schlatt cuddled up with your manic grins and wins in every game under your belt.
☼ turns out putting two competitive (crazy, as tucker calls you) people on a team works.
☾ let’s just say no matter who you’re playing with, you two always win game night.
☼ schlatt will pretend that he doesn’t like whatever hobby you have, playfully rolling his eyes, but if you catch him marvelling at you doing said hobby? no you didn’t.
☾ he’ll let you drag him wherever, but not without complaints. he’ll hold your hand wherever, never let you pay whenever you go out.
☼ “that’s silly.” he’d argue, pushing your card away. “christ, woman. ’m gonna have to fuckin’ confiscate your card ‘n replace it with my own soon.”
☾ he’ll hold you whenever, especially if you like it. whether it be his arm around your shoulders, on your waist, or maybe even a hand in your back pocket
☼ especially in crowds, he’s got you close so you can get through it to where you need to go. he’d hate to lose you in a crowd, not a chance.
☾ he’d get drunk, you’d try and kiss him and he’d be like “fuck off. i have a loving girlfriend.”
☼ and you’d be like “j i’m ur girlfriend.”
☾ “oh! hi girlfriend :)” and then kisses you.
☼ tries to act tough but he’s such a big softie at heart.
☾ he also gets jealous if he catches anyone simply just glancing at you, big 6”4 boy just gives them a simple look
☼ “achlatt! that guy was literally just doing his job.” “don’t give a fuck, y’re my girlfriend. no need for him t’be so cheery to ya.” but he’d also be annoyed if they weren’t nice to you.
☾ sometimes, you’ll catch him cooking and singing to himself as he plays music on a speaker. some glen campbell, maybe arctic monkeys. but he gets embarrassed, despite literally having a christmas album and a real good voice.
☼ “i don’t sing, sugar.” schlatt would argue, food cooking and arms wrapped around your waist as you two gently swayed to the music playing in his kitchen.
☾ a lie that was, you called bullshit
☼ and you’d both sing to whatever was on the speaker, laughing and just holding each other close as you two danced properly. spinning you, dipping you. his hair messy, a look of admiration on his face. no matter how uncoordinated you two were, it was right in your eyes.
☾ same thing i said about ted goes, big broad tall man mmmmm
☼ gives the best cuddles
☾ got plushies in your room? he’ll buy you more, and have fake beef with them. rolling his eyes if you argue that they’re your children.
☼ deep down he knows he loves them
☾ and you
☼ mostly you
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☼ he’s such a sweetheart in bed
☾ bitey bitey man. he can’t sit still for long
☼ as long as you’re in the privacy of your own home, whatever you’re doing, bet that his lips will be finding your neck.
☾ “can’t help it. taste too good.” he’d complain if you’d whine, that stupid shit eating grin on his gorgeous face. his hands on your hips, and his mouth leaving pinks, purples and reds that he knew you’d have to cover up tomorrow for work.
☼ he’s whipped. absolutely fucking whipped. pussy whipped.
☾ he’d do anything you asked, especially if you were promising to let him fuck you the minute you got through the door of either of your houses.
☼ horny motherfucker.
☾ in terms of oral, he loves giving and receiving equally
☼ watching you tremble underneath him as he hooks your thighs onto his shoulders and messily eats your pussy, sucking on your clit like it’s his last meal and he’s a starving man. his hands squeezing said thighs as you writhe, eyes watching your every reaction. impossibly harder at your every noise.
☾ and then also, “i didn’t say hover, sweetheart, i said sit.” making you sit on his face, pulling your hips down with his arms tucked under your thighs. devouring you and your perfect fucking cunt.
☼ pulling away later, lips and chops covered in your cum. licking his lips. “light as a fuckin’ feather, baby. don’t know what’cha talkin about.” if you were to ask if you were too heavy.
☾ but then also
☼ running his fingers through your hair as he looked down at you, on your knees so prettily for him. soft groans and sighs coming from his lips, eyes lidded, as you sucked his cock and looked up at him with lust. watching you wrap your lips around it inbetween his legs. tracing your tongue along the veins. pulling your hair, but never too hard: god, he was absolutely feral.
☾ he’s definitely dominant, but he isn’t harsh. he couldn’t stand seeing you hurt. like i said, he’s a softie.
☼ prefers to be face to face, but i feel like he’d really like back shots. simply to grab at your ass, watch the curve of your back arch as he fucked you good. leaving bites along your back as well, leaning over and leaving some on your shoulder.
☾ classic missionary, or you on his lap, are also his favourites. but he’s open to try other things with you, most definitely.
☼ he loves his woman, he really does. and he’d do anything to make sure you’re happy, always give you good loving. he’d hate to ever leave you without.
☾ him getting tipsy makes him even more desperate to please. even more desperate for you. but even sober, he always is
☼ rutting his hips into you, a little drunk as you combed your fingers through his hair “mmm. mine, sweets. god.” he’d grunt, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck as he fucked you perfectly. “need y’so f’ckin bad.”
☾ you flash him during an argument? it’s over as quick as it started. you were right, obviously. he’s following you like a dumb puppy again.
☼ would definitely turn around your plushies during sex. and also lock out the cats.
☾ when you two would unlock the door and come back out to the cats whining, your legs a bit wobbly, or maybe even unable to walk on your own at all, he’d pat the cats and smirk.
☼ “sorry, little shits. y’r mom needed some lovin instead.” he’d coo as you playfully shove him. a chuckle coming from his lips.
☾ he’s a very touchy grabby guy, whether it be your tits, thighs, your ass. he loves it.
☼ he’d get needy, and make it clear. it would never take him long to tell you if he was feeling needy, or he’d show it simply by picking you up or being close to you. it wasn’t hard to tell, and you’d be fucking within minutes.
☾ and if you’re needy? god, he relishes in it. teasing you, maybe even leaving you on the edge of orgasm over and over until your eventually sweet release. depends on how cruel he’s feeling. or maybe touching you, but not enough, just enough to make your hips jerk but not enough to build up anything. he loved the sound of your whiny frustration.
☼ yeah. he wants you. so bad. all the time.
#one chance#PLEASE ONE CHANCE SCHLATT#jschlatt x you#jschlatt x reader#jschlatt smut#schlatt smut#schlatt x reader#schlatt x you#chuckle sandwich#chuckle sandwich x reader#smut#sleep deprived x reader#no use of y/n#fluff#rpf
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This Kitty Off the Chain (NSFW)

I haven't written smut in YEARSSSSSS but i wanted to give u a lil treat <3 <3 <3
✴︎MINORS DO NOT INTERACT✴︎
wc: 3.5k
warnings: fem!reader, language, smut (obviously) -munch!schlatt, fingering, tiny bit of size k!nk
You thought about the price of the room the elevator ride up to it. Four thousand dollars. You made a mental list of things that would change your life for that price. Down payment on a car. Brand new PC tower and fixtures. Rent for the next three months. Hell, a trip to the doctors office for that back pain you’ve had for years. And yet, that was how much one singular night’s stay in this particular room cost. You watched as the elevator doors opened, and followed behind the two taller men you were with.
The younger of the two lead the way, explaining the amenities and trying to reason with the price. Trevor, the slightly older of the two, had a video camera at the ready and was nodding as the first man, Schlatt, stopped in front of the door to the room and swiped a card.
“You two are about to feel so fucking poor.” He joked, pushing the door open and inviting you and Trevor inside.
You weren't quite sure why Schlatt had invited you on this trip with him, but you prayed that by the time your visit was over, you’d have an answer.
For the past few months, the two of you had been growing closer as friends. It started with him asking for help editing clips from a trucking sim stream to create shorts. He wanted outside eyes to pick the best moments without the bias of what he considered funny, so you made the drive to his place and let him teach you the basics of his editing software. You’d bantered back and forth with each other while splicing scenes together to make clips. Schlatt had filmed a handful of video intros while you edited, and you couldn’t help but sneak glances at him anytime he turned his persona on. It’s kinda hot, you thought, watching a man who always spoke politely and softly to you one-on-one flip a switch and become a loud and boisterous asshole.
You would shiver anytime he stood behind you, hands on the back of the chair you were in as he checked to see your progress. You swore to yourself, vowing to push any feelings down and away, and not let them interfere with your growing friendship.
Enjoying the work you had done, Schlatt invited you back several more times to edit more shorts for his channels. You thoroughly liked spending time with him like this, parallel playing in comfortable silence. Occasionally, he would put his hands on your shoulders and squeeze as if giving a shoulder massage or gentle pat on the back, which was always unexpected but never not appreciated.
The editing and clipping lead to him asking you to help with filming, going over the basics of camera operation and teaching you how to get his good side. Filming lead to you helping him out with various projects, having gained enough trust from him to voice ideas and opinions that you thought would improve the project or make it flop. Often he would place a gentle hand on the small of your back while walking around a location with you, leaning down close to your face to better hear you. It would make your heart race anytime you felt his breath close to your cheek, and anytime a hand ghosted over your hip you thought you would explode.
Pretty soon after, you had become his shadow, following Schlatt everywhere he went, and with time, you noticed more confident and intentional touches from Schlatt. He’d wrap an arm around your shoulder while watching a movie on his couch or reach out to hold your hand while walking. Every touch felt electric, and every time you hung out you felt tension grow.
The moment that had changed everything for you was during a trip to the grocery store. Schlatt had asked you to accompany him and help pick out ingredients for meal prepping. You had taken a few nutrition and health classes and he thought you’d be able to help him put together healthy meals. You joked with him the ride there about his tendency to latch onto junk food, and decided to be a little bold and make a comment about semen.
“I bet your cum tastes like battery acid,” your statement caught him and yourself off guard. He scoffed and glanced over at you, taking his right hand off the steering wheel. “You eat like shit, you need to eat some pineapple or something.” His hand came to rest on your left knee as you finished your sentence, electricity shooting through your body. He gave a devious smirk to you.
“Oh?” He says pulling into the parking lot. He removes his hand to put the car in park, but then places it back on your leg, this time on your thigh, inching closer to your core. “Well, I bet you taste pretty sweet.” Your eyes were wide as saucers as a blush washed over your face. You shifted your gaze to your hands placed in your lap. Schlatt lifted the hand resting on your thigh before bringing it back down with a soft slap. The sensation shocked you and made you jump, but at the same time turned you on just a tiiiiiiny bit.
“C’mon, I wanna get this over with as fast as possible.”
That was two weeks ago, and since then the teasing only grew more and more common.
You watched as Schlatt set his bags down by the hotel’s door, snapping back to reality.
As Schlatt turned various lights on you couldn’t help but stare at everything in awe. The entry area was huge, with a large table and chairs, and you were envious at how spacious it was. You ran a finger along the hardwood as you followed your friends further into the suite, eyes darting between the expensive looking art on the walls and the wall-mounted television displaying a slideshow of the hotel’s garden.
“Holy shit, look at this bed,” you heard Schlatt call out, turning your attention towards him. He sat down on the edge and bounced a few times, laughing. “Shits not even against the wall and barely squeaks.” He continues laughing as he stands up and beckons Trevor to follow him into the closet and bathroom behind the false wall.
You stayed behind, feet planted in the bedroom and mind racing with naughty thoughts.
“Maybe tonight’s the night.” You mumbled to yourself, shaking your head to rid of the impure images stirring up.
Your small group finished your self guided tour around the room, and Trevor and Schlatt began setting up to film. You separated yourself from the boys, deciding to settle down on one of the soft couches and give your legs a break.
You watched Trevor follow Schlatt around, zooming in on various features that only a rich asshole would think to have. Who the fuck needs a flashlight in a closet? Fucking yuppies.
The filming concluded with the boys clinking together cans of beer, showing off the view from the balcony. You had excused yourself to the hall to make a phone call, checking in with your best friend to let them know you safely made it to the hotel. You knocked on the door, hoping one of the boys would hear you, only to be surprised that Trevor had opened it, his bags in hand.
“Oh! Are you not staying with us? I thought Jay said the three of us would share the room.” You stared up at him with a quizzical look, confused about this deviation from the plan you were informed of. Trevor gave you a sheepish grin, motioning for you to enter the room.
“Nah, I’m staying down the street,” you switch spots with him, you now holding the door open for the man. “Try not to have too much fun. We’ve got an early day with the boys tomorrow.” Trevor winked at you before walking down the hall to the elevator. You let the door shut behind you as you made your way back over to the couch you previously occupied. Schlatt was now sitting there, one leg resting on the table in front of it, phone pulled close to his face as he typed away. You cleared your throat and plopped down next to him.
“Why’d Trevor leave?” You asked him, plopping yourself down next to the man. He looked up from his phone to smile at you, locking the device and setting it on the arm of the couch.
“Oh, he didn’t wanna share a room. Somethin’ ‘bout missin’ his girl, probably gonna jack off on FaceTime with ‘er.” You laughed, a little caught off guard by his response, but also a little distracted by the arm that had come up around your shoulders. The touch made you shiver.
“‘Ya wanna watch a movie or somethin’ doll?” Jay asks. You nod and he brings the remote up, scanning through the channels. The nickname caused the hairs on the back of your neck to stick up. Pet names had been new between you two, and every time he used one, you had to fight the urge to climb onto his lap and shove your tongue down his throat. You crossed one leg over the other and squeezed them tight together, an attempt at self control.
He settles on some shitty 90’s action flick that doesn’t hold your attention. Maybe this was intentional, you thought, pressing yourself closer into his side. You don’t notice the way his breath hitches in his throat at your movement, but you do notice when the arm around your shoulders slinks down, hand now gently resting at your hip. You try to focus on the film playing out, but the tension between you and the man next to you is much more distracting.
About ten minutes in, you feel Schlatt shift. You subtly try to glance over at him, only to be distracted by the growing problem in his lap that he is trying to cover with a pillow. You pretend to not notice what he’s attempting to fix and instead bring a hand up to place on a chest, only to have the large hand on your hip squeeze gently.
“Oh.” Schlatt whispered, and you could feel his heart rate pick up pace under your palm. You swallowed a growing lump in your throat and said a silent prayer before speaking up yourself.
“Is this okay?” You whisper back at him, too nervous to bring your eyes up to his. You feel him nod, his eyes not leaving the television screen, and melt a little more into his side. Your mind was racing, trying to think of something sly to say when he cleared his throat.
“Um… can we… uuhhh…” you look up at him and notice how red his cheeks and ears had gotten, not helping your own growing desire to see this man flustered and falling apart. You took a deep breath and put on a brave face.
“Can we what, Jay?” You ask, hand boldly coming up to rest on his cheek, pulling his attention to you instead of the screen. His eyes flicked from your eyes to lips, then back to your eyes. Okay, maybe we are getting somewhere.
“Would it be weird if we, uhh….” He trailed off, bringing his left hand to rub at the back of his neck. “Cuddled? I guess?” His voice was quiet, almost mouse like. You couldn’t help but giggle at him, motioning for him to move.
“I’d be more that fine with that, Jay.” Your words came out more seductive that you had intended, but as he readjusted himself and the pillow slipped off his lap, you couldn’t help but notice the way his… not-so-little friend twitched.
Once he was settled, you clambered back over to him, tucking yourself into his side. His arm came to rest around you once more, hand placed halfway between your hip and ass.
The two of you returned your eyes back to the television, but it was clear that neither were paying attention to whatever the hell this film was.
About twenty minutes after switching positions, you noticed Schlatt’s hand slowly pushing the hem of your shirt up, fingers ghosting over the skin of your stomach. You squeezed your legs together tightly, crossing your ankles, and couldn’t help but let out a gasp as one of his digits traced over a particular sensitive patch of skin. Your heart began pounding inside your chest, and you started thinking of ways to excuse yourself to go take care of your now soaked panties. You felt Schlatt’s hand rub back over your hip and squeeze, only adding to your problem.
C’mon, you’re a big girl. You can only do this two ways, you thought. Obviously there’s some sort of attraction here if he’s trying to hide his boner and you’re wetter than the fucking sea. Either get up and take a cold shower, possibly making things awkward between you guys, or man the fuck up and make a move, which could also possibly make things awkward between you. You understood that the logical side of you would probably be the better bet and make this less awkward that it needed to be, but the horny side was shouting over the logical, winning this yelling match. It’s been months since anyone’s touched you, and you’ve always wondered what he was like in bed anyways. Grow a pair and make the fucking move. You swallowed hard, kicking your plan into action.
“Schlatt,” your voice wavered nervously.
“Yeah?” His sounded much the same. Now or never.
“Can I…” you trailed off, finding the strength to speak your peace. You sat up, brushing a few strands of hair out of your face, turning to make eye contact with him. This is it, bitch. “Can I… can I try something?” You notice the way his pupils widen and Adam’s apple bob at your words, waiting for a response. He nods, eyes not leaving yours.
Letting your body take control, you swing a leg over his hips, straddling the man before leaning down to whisper in his ear.
“You can stop me at any point,” you flick your tongue over his earlobe, eliciting a small moan from the man, only fueling you. “I won’t be offended.” You feel two large hands latch onto your hips as you begin to place wet kisses down his neck, facial hair tickling your nose. You work your way across his neck, left to right, letting your hands wander under his tee-shirt, slowly pushing the fabric up towards his shoulders. You feel one of his hands leave your hip, and you pull his shirt up a bit as if asking him to take it off. He removes the other hand and obliges, returning them back to your body. You push back a bit to drink this new view in, taking a finger to trace over the patches of hair covering his chest before latching your lips to his collarbone. You continue to work your lips and tongue across his body, only stopping when you feel a hand shake through your hair, tugging it into a makeshift ponytail. You stop, eyes shooting up to his.
“Sweetheart,” his voice is raspy, almost lost. For a moment you’re worried you’ve crossed a line. “This isn’t very fair t’me. Wanna change that?” He tugs up the hem of your shirt as if asking for permission, only for you to whip it over your head before he can do it himself. Before the shirt hits the floor, his hands are grabbing at your chest and you have to thank yourself for not wearing a bra today. He pulls you forward, latching his own lips to your neck now, kissing and licking his way to your nipples while pushing your breasts together. You can’t help but moan as he sucks on the tissue, hands exploring your tits. He pulls his mouth off with a “pop”.
“You have no fuckin’ idea how long I’ve been wanting to do this,” He lets go of your chest, hands snaking down to your thighs. He hoists you up off of his lap briefly before standing himself, now carrying you further into the room. “You’re like a fucking succubus, y’know?” With a few strides, he’s throwing you down onto the bed before reaching down to unzip his shorts. As soon as he undoes the button, you reach out to stop him.
“Wait- can I do that?” Before he can respond, you’re sliding off the bed and sinking down to your knees, hands grabbing at the skin above his knees. You lean forward, eyes locking directly with his, and take the zipper between your teeth, tugging the metal down. His eyes roll back and he moans, as a hand once again grabs ahold of your hair, tugging it back.
“Jesus fucking Christ, you’re gonna be the death of me.” He mutters, stepping out of the shorts and letting them drop to the floor after pulling your hair, guiding you away to let the garment fall. Before he could get another word in, your hands latch onto the elastic of his boxers as you lick your lips. He tugs on your hair again, pulling you back.
“If I remember correctly, you said my cum probably tastes like battery acid, and yet here you are, desperately begging for my dick,” he sounds smug and has a smirk painting his lips, which is doing nothing but turning you on even more. He pulls you up, still by the hair, before letting go of it and shoving you down on the bed by your shoulders. “I don’t think that’s very fair that you get to make fun of me then try and make me cum, princess. I’ve been starving all day, let me have dessert first, yeah?”
He has one hand fondling your breasts as the other tugs down your leggings, the cold air of the room sending a tingle to your core via the soaked lace thong now exposed to him. He tosses the article of clothing behind him and crouches down to kneel between your legs, whistling at the view.
“Did you wear these for me?” He talks down to you while slipping a finger under the waistband, snapping the elastic against your skin before leaning down to press a kiss to your hip. You whine and buck your hips up, anything to feel some sort of relief. Schlatt chuckles at you, and it sounds pitiful.
“Please, Jay, please.” You whine again, writhing.
“Please, what, doll?” He teases, hot breath hovering by your belly button.
“Please just tou-“ you cut yourself off with a moan, feeling the man in front of you lick a stripe up your slit, facial hair tickling your thighs. Your hands latch onto the thick strands of his hair, pulling him back down to your pussy. You feel him move the thin lace with his teeth before his tongue makes direct contact with your clit. He hums into you, dragging his tongue through your folds before pursing his lips around your clit once again.
You can’t help it when your legs wrap around his head, and from the groans coming from the larger man, he didn’t mind one bit. He brought arm up to hold you down, resting it across your lower stomach, while snaking his other hand between your legs, teasing at your labia before slipping inside you.
“Fuck,” you moaned, throwing your head back. Never in a million years did you think this would become a reality. You had always assumed Schlatt would rather be on the receiving end of head, but here in this moment, you wanted to thank any past lovers of his for teaching him how to use his mouth for something other than snarky comments. “Jay, I- I’m-“ you moaned again, eyes shutting tightly as his fingers curled up inside you just so. You've only just started, but with the stress from the past week of travel, you were coming undone in record time.
“Jus’ fuckin’ cum, needa fuckin’ taste you,” he barked out, barely lifting himself off of you to speak. Between the pressure on your stomach, his long fingers reaching spots you’ve never been able to, along with his tongue and lips on your clit, you couldn’t hold on much longer. You felt a familiar pressure building inside of you, causing you to cry out louder than before.
“I’m gonna- I’m go-,” you felt his tongue pick up speed in tandem with his fingers and you let go, shaking as the most intense orgasm you’ve had in a long while rocked your world. You were crying out, tears spilling from your eyes as he continued his magic, working you through the height of it all. You felt him withdraw his fingers and take a deep breath once your own had steadied out, and you were fearful to make eye contact with him. You settled for staring at his soaked shoulder, following it as he stood up and hovered over you.
“I’m so sorry, Jay I should’ve said something bef-“ you were cut off by his lips crashing into yours, the taste and slick of your arousal very present on his lips and mustache. He pulled back and rested his forehead against yours, and you couldn’t help but finally make eye contact with him. His eyes were half lidded and looked awestruck.
“I coulda’ been makin’ ya’ squirt like that for months? Fuck, I’ve been missing out.” He leaned back in to kiss you again, bringing a sticky hand up to your cheek. You pulled back to take a deep breath before sliding your hand down his chest again and clearing your throat.
“So, um… you want me to give you a blowjob now or…?” You trailed off and Schlatt scoffed, moving your hand to the front of his boxers where a cold wet spot had formed.
“I’m not opposed, but you’re gonna have t’ give me like twenty minutes,” you looked up at him confused before he continued with a sheepish grin. “I came in my boxers the second you started tuggin’ on my hair.”
alright chat, how we feeling about this one??? feedback is always appreciated :))))))
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wennie's masterlist !!!

bold = 18+ (MDNI) !please alert me if a link isn't working!
jschlatt:
schlatt waking you up and using you however he wants
getting caught being a slut on ted's couch
bratty munch schlatt
sex chocolates
ted finds footage of you and schlatt
cnc gunplay with schlatt
double penetration with poly!tedschlatt
breeding kink with schlatt
schlatt hires a hot secretary and can't stay away
giggly sex/mating press with schlatt
phone sex with schlatt
schlatt x fwb!reader hcs
schlatt buys you a maid outfit
schlatt but reader's being a brat (camping p1)
breeding kink but this time he makes your belly bulge
shibari japan fic p1
cnc lc!schlatt
sitting on schlatt's lap when ted walks in
sexy cool reader takes schlatt's virginity (college au)
schlatt eats pussy for the first time (college au)
jealous schlatt (college au)
schlatt steals your panties
hole inspection w/ schlatt
tedschlatt get reader high and take advantage
priest schlatt
spooning and jerking off schlatt
ted and schlatt mommy kink hcs
feederism/eructophilia with schlatt
mild cnc/intox with schlatt
schlatt x single mom!reader (how you met hcs)
schlatt x single mom!reader p1
schlatt catches you humping a rammie plushie
lc!schlatt halloween party intox
schlatt feeds you leftover halloween candy
schlatt short blurb 1
schlatt nsfw alphabet
ted nivison:
getting caught being a slut on ted's couch
smoking with ted and he gets really shy
ted finds footage of you and schlatt
ted shower sex
double penetration with poly!tedschlatt
ted oral fixation hcs
ted cnc stoned reader free use
ted and cscoop three way
sitting on schlatt's lap when ted walks in
tedschlatt get reader high and take advantage
ted and schlatt mommy kink hcs
taking ted's virginity (college au)
ted eating you out with a mustache
tedschlatt:
getting caught being a slut on ted's couch
ted finds footage of you and schlatt
double penetration with poly!tedschlatt
sitting on schlatt's lap when ted walks in
tedschlatt get reader high and take advantage
ted and schlatt mommy kink hcs
cooper cscoop:
ted and cscoop three way
intox + cnc high and scared reader with cooper
soft smut cooper with chronically ill!reader
cscoop sfw & nsfw hcs p1
cscoop sfw & nsfw hcs p2
cooper takes your virginity
cooper taking pictures and videos of you hcs
long distance video call sex with cooper
cuddly sex w/ cooper
cscoop nsfw alphabet
charlie slimecicle:
asking him to take you home from a party leads to more
buying charlie a toy to use while you're gone on a trip
charlie begging to sit under your desk so he can taste you
trying for a baby with charlie
taking charlie's virginity (college au)
making charlie film himself jerking off in a mirror
virgin!college au:
part 1 (taking schlatt's virginity)
part 2 (schlatt eats you out for the first time)
part 3 (taking charlie's virginity)
part 4 (how schlatt finds out about you and charlie)
part 5 (taking ted's virginity)
part 6 (schlatt finds out)
part 7 (foursome...?)

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his le)gs,……..
#literally creaming my jorts just thinking ab it#theyrts so myscuuler…….#auuughhhhhhhhhhhhhh#schlatt#jschlatt#jschlatt x reader#schlatt x reader#jschlatt smut#jschlatt x reader smut#schlatt smut#jschlatt fanfic#jschlatt x y/n#jschlatt x you
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jschlatt who wants to work out
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it starts slow, just a notion in the back of his head. an urge to want to get fit to improve himself in the long run.
but doing it himself just seemed like torture. i mean, if he's not in shape now, how is he gonna keep to it.
and so he joins a gym. a local one a few blocks away from his house. seemed like a good start and was a good place according to reviews online. it homed locals who were in a similar position as him, not committed to being gym rats but with a burning passion to be better.
there were machines, but also a lot of physical, non technical stuff that you're able to work on. schlatt decided to start there.
sauntering over in his tracksuit bottoms and loose shirt, his bottoms seeming a bit tight around his stomach. he mentally reminds himself that he needs to fix his diet if he's gonna start doing this regularly.
but just as he lands to the weight tower, you bound over, returning one of the missing pair of weights. schlatt was alerted by this, he wasn't expecting someone to be so close to him so fast.
"sorry just gonna put these back here my bad my bad my baaayyyuuudddd" you say, scooting infront of him. your awkwardness humoring him, sounds like you weren't expecting to run into anyone either. just as quickly as you landed over, you were gone, making your way to the other side of the room to do a glute workout.
he's efatuated by you, captured by your quirkiness and awkwardness upon immediately arrival. and he's hooked.
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.
.
but there's still that burn. just because he's seen somebody he's into doesn't mean it's time to give up working out so quickly.
so back to work he goes, siving through the weights to figure out which ones are good for him.
he finds them, and gets to work.
he does a few reps of the same thing, alternating between the few stretches he reminders from doing gym in highschool. but knows he's clearly not doing them well. there's a shake in his stance, and his stature is the least confident he's felt on his adult life in a long time.
a hand taps his shoulder. he turns, pulling an earphone out in the process.
its you! again! just now with a bit more hair standing and clinging to your face. you've been working out hard.
"sorry for. interrupting your workout. and sorry if this is rude but, i've noticed your stances aren't doing much to actually improve your body.. i was wondering if we could workout together sometime? we could definitely help eachother i think." you say, your voice unsure if this is a good idea, aftaid of what the man infront of you was gonna say in return to your proposal.
maybe he's trying to get into bodybuilding.. what do you know about bodybuilding. well maybe one or two things but that won't be relevant to him!
however, despite your fear of rejection, he smiles. not a beam but a closed mouth soft smile. and he nods at you "that would be one of the best things ever actually. yeah."
"oh nice! cool!" you laugh a little. "oh right let me give you my contact stuff so we can plan a day."
schlatt proceeds to hand his phone to you, already on the new contact page, and you hastily type in your details. then you pass it back to him.
"text me when you can.. um..." you trail off, realizing you don't know the man you just asked to be your gym partners name at all.
"johnathan, but schlatts alright too, it's my last name. it doesn't matter much to me." he bubbles out, so used to talking to other streamers and introducing himself through his screen name, using his real name seems trivial.
"cool. well, im finished up for the day, but i'll let you know when i'm gonna work out again." you smile.
you turn on your heal, and give him a look over your shoulder, and then proceed to leave. he gives you a wave as you leave, and then looks at your name on his phone.
he sends a text your way, making sure you have his number as well, just a simple "great to meet you today." and in the matter of moments, you reply. nothing extravagant or crazy. just a simple:
:P.
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oops sorry i was gone
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╭﹐✦˚₊· 𖤐 * just his type ⋆.ೃ࿔*:・ ╮ imagine: twitch sends him a clip. you're in it. ╰﹒♡₊˚๑ *✧﹒✦ ࣪ ˖ ┊
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he’s midstream. half-distracted, half-bored.
chat’s spamming variations of
“WATCH IT” “CHECK THE CLIP” “you’re gonna scream bro fr”
he ignores them for a while. lets the donos roll in, finally finds a diamond, sips his g-fuel.
then someone links it again. thirty bucks attached this time. caption: “trust. you’ll thank us.”
he clicks. thirty bucks is thirty bucks.
the video opens to y/n—hair pinned back, sleeves pushed up, playing some dumb little game with your chat. it’s casual. easy. you’re halfway through a Smash or Pass stream.
you drag a photo offscreen.
“pass,” you say, almost bored.
chat explodes.
girl be so serious your taste is actually insane not even a little??
you sip your drink from a hilariously long curly straw that leads somewhere off-screen, unfazed. “next.”
the next image slides up. it's him.
a scuffed old frame from a fan edit. blurry as hell. he’s in a hoodie, laughing at something off-camera. not exactly his most flattering moment.
you pause.
“…smash,” you say simply.
deadpan. no hesitation.
your chat implodes.
I KNEW IT pls not the catholic sideburns man she wants him carnally HE'S LITERALLY REPUBLICAN??
you roll your eyes.
“i mean... he probably owns at least three firearms...probably says slurs affectionately—” you grin, playing with your bottom lip as you lean into the camera. “but he’s also just homosexual enough to make it kinda hot.”
you cover your face. laugh.
“something about him just makes me wanna ruin his life...”
clip ends.
he doesn’t say anything for a second.
his chat does, tho.
BRO? oh he’s folding. he’s folding so hard you gonna tweet her or nah?? not him SMILING. not him smiling like THAT
he clears his throat. rubs a hand across his jaw. tries to act unaffected, but if he looks up at his monitor, his ears will probably be as red as his cheeks. shit...his whole body feels like it just took a dip in lava.
“…she’s out of her mind.”
his eyes are glued to the now-paused frame of your smile.
“…but i'd let her smash.”
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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.
#bunnie online!#bunnie? online~!#jschlatt thirst#jschlatt fanfiction#jschlatt imagine#jschlatt smut#jschlatt x reader#jschlatt#schlatt x you#schlatt smut
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the hotel room ~ jschlatt
word count: 2341
request?: no
description: in which they stay in a $4k hotel room, so of course they have to put it to good use
pairing: jschlatt x female!reader
warnings: swearing, rpf, smut (fingering, oral m receiving, praising, unprotected p in v, lil bit of rough sex, multiple orgasms), yet another $4k hotel room fic
masterlist (one, two, three)
"You spent how much?!"
Schlatt merely smirked as he got out of the car he had rented for your Japan trip. You turned back to the huge hotel that stood before you. The look of it alone made you feel extremely poor, and now knowing how much he had paid for it made you feel unworthy of even being on the premises.
He opened the car door and nodded for you to get out. "Come on, we gotta see this fucker."
You followed him into the hotel, with Trevo following behind both of you with the camera in his hand. When you had asked him if he was staying in the same hotel on the ride over, he started laughing. Now you knew why that was his reaction.
The room was huge. Basically big enough to be an apartment. Which made sense because it was the price of rent for an average apartment in New York. Honestly, classifying this as a "room" felt like an understatement. You were almost afraid to touch anything because of how expensive it all felt.
Schlatt and Trevor filmed around the room ("Now it's a tax write off," Schlatt had joked) while you sat on the bed. Even though the room was so expensive it was intimidating, you had to admit it was the comfiest bed you'd ever laid on. Even better than your and Schlatt's shared bed back home. You had also noticed the bathroom, which had a huge walk in shower and a jacuzzi bath tub in the shower, and you were beyond excited to get to use it.
The video concluded with Schlatt showing Trevor the terrace. You followed them outside upon Schlatt's request to see the beautiful view. You were tucked against his side as Trevor shut off the camera. His hand was idly running up and down your arm, so that plus the welcoming heat from his body was starting to lull you to sleep. You had had a long day of travel and you wanted nothing more than to get a hot shower then slip under the covers of that super comfy bed.
"I'm gonna shower," you mumble sheepishly.
"Okay babe," Schlatt said, kissing the top of your head. "I'm gonna finish my beer with Trevor. I'll kick him out if you go to bed before he leaves."
You chuckled. "You don't have to do that, but if he is gone by the time I get out, then I'll see you tomorrow Trevor."
You shut the bathroom door then turned to the shower. You were expecting it to be extremely hard to operate, but you were surprised that it was a very simple, single shower handle. You turned it to nearly as hot as it could go and undressed. You closed the shower door and stepped under the hot water, signing in relief as the hot water hit your body. You washed your hair, letting yourself enjoy the water as you washed up.
The hot water steamed up the shower door enough that you didn't see the bathroom door opening and someone slipping in. You didn't hear the clothes hitting the floor either. When the shower door opened, you yelped. Schlatt chuckled as he slipped in behind you.
"Is Trevor gone already?" you asked.
"Yeah, he also wanted to get back to his hotel and go to bed." He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you flush against his chest. You tried not to notice his hard length pressing against your back. "Jesus, this shower is nice."
"It better be for $4000 a night," you said, leaning into his arms.
"You're not gonna let that go, are you?" he said with a laugh.
"Of course not! That's, like, the price of rent!"
You words were cut off by a gasp as Schlatt cupped your breasts. His fingers rolled one of your nipples between them as his lips lowered to your neck. You moaned as he nipped at the sensitive skin of your neck. It was getting harder to ignore the hard cock pressing against you.
"Have you washed yet?" he whispered in your ear.
"W-What? N-No."
You nearly whimpered as Schlatt pulled away, leaving you missing his body against yours. You watched as he picked up your body wash and squirted some onto his hand. He lathered up both hands and stood behind you again. His soapy hands cupped your breasts again, lathering them up in the sweet scented soap. One hand stayed massaging your breast while the other started moving down. It skimmed your stomach, moving in slow circles to keep lathering the body wash. He ran his soapy hand over one inner thigh, then over the other. Despite the hot water still running over you both, you were shivering with anticipating.
Two fingers ran through your folds before applying pressure to your clit. You moaned as Schlatt started rubbing agonizingly slow circles against your clit. His lips found their way to your neck again, kissing and biting you, undoubtably leaving marks. Your body jolted involuntarily and pressed your ass further against Schlatt. He groaned, his cock twitching against you.
"I think," he said, his mouth right next to your ear, "I should be very thorough in cleaning you."
And with that, he slipped a finger into you. You cried out in pleasure as he slowly fucked you with his finger. The palm of his hand pressed against your clit, picking up where his fingers had left off. You were quite literally putty in his hands. The hand on your breast moved to wrap around your middle, holding you up as your legs began to tremble.
"You gonna cum for me baby?" he asked. "I can feel you tightening around my finger. If I give you another one, will you cum for me?" You nodded, but he grabbed your chin and turned your head to look at him. "Use your words, toots."
"Yes!" you cried. "Yes, Jay. I'll cum for you!"
He smiled and slipped a second finger into you. It didn't take long for him to coax an orgasm out of you. You trembled in his arms, your walls spasming around his fingers. The sounds of your moans echoed off the bathroom walls. Schlatt whispered praises into your ear as you came down from your high. You whimpered as he pulled his fingers from you. He held his hand under the water, which had started going cold, to rinse your juices from them.
Schlatt reached past you to turn off the water. You turned to face him, almost immediately noticing he was still hard. You reached down to stoke his cock. He grunted as your hand touched his member. You pumped him a few times before moving to kneel, but Schlatt stopped you.
"Not here," he said, breathless. "Wouldn't want you to hurt those pretty knees on the tile floor."
He led you back into the room and sat you on the comfortable bed. Schlatt stood before you, stroking his cock as he looked down at you in admiration. He ran his free hand through your hair.
"Open."
You did as he commanded, opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue. He smirked at you. "Good girl."
He smacked his cock against your tongue before slowly pushing it into your mouth. You wrapped your lips around him, keeping your tongue on the underside of his cock. He moaned as you took him as deep as you could go. You looked up at him, his head thrown back in pleasure, beads of water from the shower still dripping down your body. You felt yourself becoming wet (or rather wetter) between your legs at the sight alone.
He was slow and gentle as he fucked your mouth. He didn't want to accidentally gag you or hurt your jaw (it had happened before and he still felt immensely guilty for it). He wanted to savor the feeling of your warm, wet mouth wrapped around him, and the sight your beautiful eyes looking up at him. But god, he'd be lying if he said he didn't just wanna fuck your face until drool was running down your chin and he was shooting his load deep into your throat. You were so beautiful and perfect, and he just loved when he got to ruin you because you were his and his alone.
When the feeling of your mouth around him became too much, he pulled himself from you and said, "Up on the bed on all fours."
You wasted no time in doing what he said, a small smile on your face as you did. He chuckled to himself at your excitement as he climbed up onto the bed behind you. He put a hand between your shoulders, guiding you down onto the bed until your face was buried in the pillows and your ass was in the air, presented to him.
"The bed isn't against anything, so I can go as hard as I want without worrying about the headboard," he said, running his cock through your folds in a teasing way. "If I go too hard, you'll tell me, right?"
"Yes sir," you said, your words muffled by the bed sheets.
"What's the safe word, princess? I need to hear it before we start."
"P-Pineapples. Fuck, please fuck me, Jay. Please."
"Who am I to say no when you're beggin' all pretty for me?"
He pushed himself into you, filling you completely with one thrust. You cried out, muffling your noises with the sheets below you. As he started thrusting at a brutal pace, he grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled your head up from the bed.
"Don't you dare try to muffle those pretty noises," he growled. "I wanna hear how good I'm makin' you feel."
You had no intentions of holding back your noises, mainly because you didn't think you'd be able to. He had you so cock drunk that all you could focus on was the feeling of his cock abusing your g-spot. You gave him exactly what he wanted, your moans filling the room and mixing with the sound of his skin slapping against yours. Once you were able to focus on anything else, you had to admit you were impressed with how little the bed was moving even with Schlatt's roughest thrusts.
He let go of your hair, allowing your head to fall back onto the bed, to grab your hips with both hands. His fingers dug into the fleshy parts, definitely leaving more marks on you. Not that either of you minded. You loved when Schlatt marked you up. You wore the hickies that he gave you with pride, letting everyone know who you belonged to. With this new grip, though, he was able to pound into you harder, which you didn't think would've been possible. You cried out as you felt the familiar pressure building in your lower stomach again.
"Are you gonna cum again?" he asked. "Gonna cum all over this cock like a good girl, babe?"
"Y-Yes!" you cried. "Yes I'm gonna cum again. F-Fuck, it f-feels so g-good."
"That's it, baby, cum all over my cock. I'll give you want you want then, I promise."
He didn't have to do or say much else to get you to cum again. You were already on the edge of your orgasm, and you weren't sure you'd be able to stop yourself even if you tried. You gripped the sheets so tight in your hands that you could almost feel your nails digging into your palms through the fabric. You screamed Schlatt's name as your orgasm ripped through you, hitting you harder than your last one had.
Schlatt wasn't too far behind you, his thrusts growing sloppy and his cock twitching inside of you. He reached for your arms, pulling you up so that you were pressed against him once again. You turned your head to meet his lips as he thrusted into you one final time, spilling himself completely inside of you. He held you close, his body trembling from his own release. His hands wandered to and part of your body he could touch, until he finally settled on wrapping one arm around your waist and the other across your chest. He was whispering praises into your ear again as you both came down from your high.
Eventually, when he started to soften, he gently lowered you back onto the bed then pulled himself from you. You rolled onto your back, watching him as he disappeared back into the bathroom and came out with a wash cloth for you.
"I hope they don't charge for us using the fuckin' towels and cloths," he said as he passed you the warm cloth.
You giggled. "You already spent $4000, what's another couple dollars to clean up after sex?"
"I'll tell you one thing, this is the nicest fuckin' room I've ever had sex in. Nothing else will ever compare."
"You're right. We may as well just stop having sex once we leave this room."
He gave you a look. "Okay, I didn't say that."
You giggled again as he got into bed with you. He pulled you into his arms and pulled the covers up over the both of you. Your body immediately relaxed into his side, and into the most comfortable mattress you've ever laid on in your life.
It was silent for a moment, and you were starting to fall asleep, when Schlatt suddenly woke you by exclaiming, "There's a fuckin' button to close the blinds!"
You opened your eyes to watch Schlatt click a button next to the bed, and suddenly the large, black out blinds started to slowly draw shut on their own.
"Jesus, I fuckin' hate rich people," Schlatt muttered.
"And yet you're the one who booked this room."
"Okay, we've been over that. Time to move on."
You playfully stuck your tongue out at him before mumbling, "Goodnight, Jay."
"Goodnight, babe." He kissed the top of your head. "I love you."
"I love you, too."
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She leaned back on her chair, legs coming up to her chest as the robotic voice read the most recent donation out loud.
makegatoradethicker sent $10
how is living with schlatt like?
The girl had a sweet smile on her face as she heard the TTS go off. "Thank you for the ten dollars!" She looked up at the camera. "How is living with Schlatt like?" She repeated the question, taking a moment to think about it. "It's pretty nice. He's pretty chill. Jambo and the little guy are definitely the best part of it though."
Her eyes went off to her second monitor, hugging her legs as she read chat.
🜲 brinzioo tell us moreeeee
harriscamm thats it???
🜲 ✪ joliieeee no fun!!!! tell us the teeeaaaa
“The tea? There’s no tea.” She laughed it off. “Okay, I’ll tell you guys this. I…” She paused for a second or two, for the dramatics of it, “Have been on a mission recently. I’ve been trying to make Schlatt eat more vegetables and fruits.”
She chuckled, watching as her chat laughed along with her.
“I already got him to try some little carrot snacks. Which were like, carrot slices with some honey, some chili pepper sprinkled on it and a side of Brazilian style seasoned mayonnaise.” She lifted her right hand closer to the camera, thumb up. “He really liked it! He ate like a full bowl. And, uh, yesterday for dinner I tried a new hidden chicken recipe that my mom sent me and, I don’t think he knows that,” she snickered, hand coming up to her mouth, “There was some broccoli in there, and he ate it all. So,” she shrugged, her lips turning into a straight line, “A win is a win, I guess.”
🜲 ✪ joliieeee omg girl 😭 you make it sound like he’s a little toddler
She laughed loudly at the comment, reading it out loud for the whole stream. “Honestly? He kinda gets my maternal instincts acting up sometimes. Like, he’s not stupid, but sometimes he’ll do something or say something and I’ll be like… ‘My brother in Christ, how’d you get this far?’”
chiklittle schlatt himbo comfirmed?????
🜲 chiquitamalassa KEKW
🜲 christiantryhard did bro just get sonzoned????
✪ jajajeny that is an insane sentence u just said KEKW
🜲 ☯︎︎ ♐︎ ✪ candidcandance when he makes ur maternal instincts act up >>>>
She was having the time of her life reading her chat. The second those words left her mouth she knew it’d get clipped, twitter is about to have a field day with this one.
“Okay guys, enough, enough. He’s gonna be so mad at me, you guys will have me kicked out.”
🜲 ☯︎︎ ♐︎ ✪ candidcandance he’d never kick you out bc that means he’ll have to go back to taking care of himself on his own
That made her chuckle, but her smile was quick to fade once the TTS went off once again.
jschlatt donated $100
I can’t believe you put broccoli in my food, mommy. I’ve
never felt so betrayed in my whole life.
She faced the camera, making direct eye contact with the lens as she tried her best to keep a straight face, failing miserably. She didn’t even wanted to look at chat right now. And even if she did, she wouldn’t be able to make anything out by how fast it was going.
“Mods, ban this weirdo!”
tried something here, ngl i really like it.
#jschlatt#schlatt#jschlatt x reader#schlatt x reader#i can barely keep my eyes open writing this omg 😖#some of the usernames i took from youtube comments lol
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