#jschlatt x reader fluff

[hufflepuffsthunderdome]

Flustered

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He's so fucked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck this was the end of him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh fuck.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[riceys]

just a thought b4 i go to bed cause brain rot but. . .

Schlatt with another cc!reader and priviate relationship and he accidentally leaks it

so hes super overworked and tired due to some big projects and goes to bed early

youre streaming, about ready to wrap up, when the door to your office opens and a very sleepy schlatt stomps in. you dont notice since your back is to the door

“baaabbbyyy”

chat goes WILD

“A BOY???”

“IS THAT SCHLATT”

“Y/N BEHIND YOU”

upon seeing this you turn around and see him, pouting in your doorway :(

panic sets in as you quickly realize that he is half asleep and doesnt realize youre live

you quickly turn back to your stream and turn it off before sighing and walking to him

“sorry” hes clearly more awake now and has realized whats happened

he collapses into your side, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing sleepy kisses to your jaw. “its okay baby you didnt mean to, it was bound to happen eventually” you coo as you play with his hair. he just nods and relaxes in your embrace and soon you hear his soft snores.

dude fell asleep standing up 💀

“aaalright lovie bedtime” he perks up at your words, eagerly leading you to the bedroom where he crawls into bed with you

“ill take care of it in the morning i promise. just need you right now” 🥺🥺🥺

cuddles omgggg

wake up next morning and check your phone only to find that you in fact did not end stream. . .

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ok so this sucks but its okay cause im eepy as fuck

might turn into a real fic

ALSO i found an old yumi fic i wrote a while ago on wattpad so if yall want me to post that here lemme know (ill do it nyway 😁)

[kkentobox]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀his tender loving! w/ jschlatt.

description: having a loud online persona, most assume your new york man is a hassle to keep around. there was no need to prove them otherwise, his gentle love was all yours.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀tags: fluff! sappy & soft schlatt, female reader!

authors note: i fell back in love with him after not watching his content for a good year, so i couldn’t help myself ^_^ reblogs & likes are always appreciated <3

⠀⠀recording days always amused you. you had very little information of who jay was before you had begun dating, so anytime you were in his home while he was recording; it surprised you. he was known to be very loud, cocky of who he was and how much he made. his charming humor would remain, but everything else always made you want to witness the scene up close.

with his booming laughter echoing the halls, you found comfort in the noise from your place in the living room. mindlessly scrolling through your phone while you patiently waited for his recording to end. quietness began to seep through the house, ultimately letting you know he had finally wrapped everything up. being under the same roof yet being separated for hours, excitement began to bubble in you as you awaited for him to find you.

as you predicted, jay had found you on the couch wearing nothing but shorts that left nothing to the imagination and one of his many sweaters. “you finished early, should i be expecting a good check soon?” you smiled through your teasing question as your arms opened up, needing him to lay on top of you to feel his warmth. “mhm, we’ll be getting you a yacht for the summer in no time, baby.”

having found his way into your arms, jay wasted no time in placing his warm hands underneath the sweater to hold onto your waist. his face snuggling into your neck, soft giggles could be heard from you as his facial hair tickled the sensitive skin causing him to chuckle in return. with your fingers twirling the ends of his hair, “you should keep cutting your hair like this. .” a whisper broke through. humming against your neck, “yeah? why’s that?” his tender voice being reserved just for you, he leaned his head back just enough to look at your face. his eyes gently tracing the features your face holds, features he’s grown to love oh so dearly. from the little crinkles of your eyes when you smile to the way your nose twitches when he can’t resist placing a kiss on it. “you have little curls in the front when you keep it this length, i like em’.”

and with that reasoning alone, he knew he would keep his hair like this forever. “i’ll do it just for you.” planting a kiss to your jaw led to many aggressive kisses being planted everywhere. people called it cuteness aggression, you were a victim of this every day, not that you minded. tugging on his hair just hard enough eventually made him stop, “you have a real problem with that, mister.” though the big dopey smile on your face gave away your true intention, “have no clue what you’re talking bout’.” he would grin right back at you. scratching the facial hair on his cheeks, you looked up at him with the biggest eyes. deciding to place one more tiny kiss on your lips, he leaned down only to linger a few moments more. “you’re going to be the death of me someday, toots.” “hoping it’s soon, your christmas album money is looking real good right now.” giggling together once more, it was always a comfort being yours.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ do not steal or plagiarize any work belonging to kkentobox !

[exactlymaximumgarden]

schlatt with a celebrity s/o. maybe you're famous from acting, from music, streaming, modeling, literally whatever. either way, you're famous in your own right.

so imagine schlatt is doing a simple gaming stream, specifically another drunk truck simulator. he has media share turned on to entertain himself while on the road, and his viewers are submitting the usual stuff they know will make him laugh. however, one submission throws him for a loop.

it's a thirst edit of you.

schlatt has to stop a second and watch, ogling at the screen as the edit plays. "god damn," he softly mutters under his breath. meanwhile, his truck slowly starts drifting to the wrong side of the road, half of chat laughing at his reaction and the other half screaming at him to pay attention to the drive.

"who sent that in? who sent that? that is- ope." schlatt quickly veers back into the correct lane. "that is not funny. do not send me edits of my girlfriend while i am on the road, okay?" he can't help himself as he starts dissolving into laughter. however, his cheeks have very visibly heated up. "i am not a distracted driver, chat! i will not become one of those... those drunk crashers they warn you about."

this, of course, only enables chat further. more and more edits of you are flooded into the media share queue, and every single time, schlatt can't take his eyes off you. he tries to play it off by laughing, yelling "STOP!" at chat, but he secretly loves it. any opportunity to admire you is a welcome one. however, finally, he pauses his game and playfully scolds the viewers.

"guys, guys. look, i love looking at (y/n) as much as you do. i do. but i really need you guys to curtail it for tonight, alright? i'm gonna flip the fuckin' truck again if i keep takin' my eyes off the game."

he squints at chat as the responses come flooding in.

"someone said, 'you know you like it, sclit.' i know i do! you got me, man, i do! my girl might kill me if i set a bad example on the road, though. y'know how it is."

[k4lenz]

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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sfw hcs ˚⟡˖ ࣪

☼ 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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nsfw hcs ˚⟡˖ ࣪

☼ 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.

[schluttforschlatt]

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 :))))))

[schlattsdarling]

Domestic HC's with Schlatt

• Waking up in the morning with your back pressed up against his chest

• Sometimes feeling something poking you

• Hand wrapped firmly around your waist

• Head buried in the crook of your neck

• Trying to get up and go to the toilet but met with his protests

• "Come on doll, 5 more minutes"

• Voice raspy and deep, still half in a state of sleep

• Moving house and moving in together !!!

• Countless of hours spent making pinterest boards

• And countless of hours spent convincing Schlatt to not buy £10,000 furniture

• Sitting on the floor watching him build your guys' bed

• "Having fun there? Not gonna help"

• "Hey! I'm supervising"

• Laughing when he gets annoyed at the instructions

• Then trying to stifle it when he gets mad at you

• "If I don't get this done then I can't fuck you on it later, can I?"

• He'll say in your ear as he walks out to get a drink

• SLOW DANCING IN THE KITCHEN

• TELL ME THIS WOULDNT HAPPEN

• Soft music playing in the background

• Either Elvis Presley or George Michael

• Obviously it's something cliché

• His hands are wrapped around your waist and his forehead is resting against yours

• Your hands around his neck

• It's so intimate and it feels so right

• You know he's your person, the soulmate you've dreamed about since you were little

• Brown eyes reflect the soft candle lights as he adores you

• You can't help but giggle, years into your relationship and he still makes you feel like you're the only person in the world

• "I love you"

• "I love you"

[frostedsugarcookiehearts]

⁵ tangled in love, stuck by you (from the glue!)

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most people took years― decades― to realize they wanted to get married. it took schlatt four seconds. see, earlier in the day the two of you had been lazing around the apartment as you aww'd and cooed at the snow outside, going, "woah! how cold is it outside?" he absentmindedly checked the temperature for you, then made the short comment of―

"the cats are gonna freeze their asses off."

your face actually dropped like schlatt just said everyone on earth had died, and you gasped dramatically. "no! they cant'! that's― that's wrong!"

he chuckled, ruffling your hair. "what have you got yourself in a tizzy about now?" pulling you into his side, he pressed a kiss to your forehead. "the two of 'em 'll be fine, don't worry your pretty little head about it."

but you did worry your pretty little head about it. you worried and worried and locked yourself in the bedroom. schlatt was fine to give you some alone time for a few hours― but eventually, and he would never admit this, if anyone asked you were simply a liar― but he knocked on your door and whined for some attention.

you opened the door, leaning against the frame. instead of looking sleepy like you'd just taken a nap, you had bandaids on your fingers and your hair tied up by a pencil piercing through your bun.

"whatcha been workin' on in that head of yours, hm?" schlatt raised a brow, ruffling your hair. but his jaw went slack as you proudly held up jambo (like that one scene in the lion king); but now he was dressed in a sweater!

"oh my god! aww. jambooo! he's so cute. this is― this is the best thing since sliced bread!" he absolutely lit up, one of the happiest expressions on his face you'd ever seen (though, spoiler alert, he looked happier at y'alls wedding).

he immediately whipped out his phone and posted it to instagram:

@/jschlatt:

↳ look at what my girl made for jambo. say nice things to her or else #thatsmygirl #jambo #we'redefgettingmarried #courthousebookedforjune29 #summerwedding #jambosmybestman #nottedfuckthatguy #awesomesweater #cutecat

↳ @y/n:

↳ wait we're getting married ??

↳@/jschlatt

↳ idk where u got that idea babe. must be seeing things. u should get ur eyes checked & go to bed.

↳ @y/n&schlattsfanclub:

↳ not him gaslighting her 😭 ill treat u better y/n <3

↳ @/jschlatt

↳ no you wouldn't you little [ the rest of this reply is muted. ]

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divider credits: @omi-resources

[renranram]

Is there any chance you could make a jschlatt x streamer reader 1shot where she admits she has a small thing for jschlatt on her stream because her viewers asked if she had a crush on any streamers she watches and jschlatt happens to be watching her stream because hes a fan of her🤭 i think its such a nice fic concept :))

Crush

sfw

fem!reader x schlatt

basically the submission hehe

" chat, i am not smashing tommyinit, he's a child! " you roll your eyes as drag the photo of tommy at the 'pass' side

you've been playing smash or pass with your twitch chat for a few minutes now, ' but he's 20 now ' ' he's a grown man ' ' he's a grown man with a husband and a girlfriend ' your chat spams

" well... during my time, he was a child, " you reply, dramatically rolling your eyes as you lean back your seat, talking about your dsmp phase

" but in all seriousness, id still pass him, he's literally like my little brother chat, dont be weird " you chuckle as you scroll to the next option, wilbur fucking soot, you pause, staring dead into the camera

before dragging the thing's photo out of the frame, you let the silence sink in as you glance at your twitch chat

poggerina; o7

y/n4lyfersmwa; mb guys he got out of his leash

bhielatkiffy; WHY IS THE BRIGHTON BITER THERE 😦😦😦😦

you read as you chuckle, " ... anyways.. " you added, scrolling down as a tts donation caught your attention,

y/nsfavkitten donated $15, ' hello y/nn, just wondering if you had any small crush on an old dsmp member? ' the tts reads out

as you shift on your seat, " a small crush? " you repeat, before chuckling, " well.. if you donate another 100 ill tell you " you play it off as a joke

and continue on with the game, you put charlie in smash, ted in smash, jack in pass ( banter ), niki in smash, until the donator actually donated a $100, taking you in surprise

" oh my fucking god, y/nsfavkitten, i was just joking " you chuckle, " should i give you a refund? " you offer, not thinking it'd be serious

y/nsfavkitten: nononono but can you answer my last question? :3

you pause sighing out, before nodding, " for you y/nsfavkitten, fine, i did have a small crush, like a veryyy small crush on someone there " you confess as you can see your chat speeds up

akh1rah_1r: WHO

y/nluvsme: WHO???

jojosiwayouscareme: HELP WHO??

numberoneschlaggot: no way dont tell me you liked dream

" ewww " you squirm, chuckling as you shake your head, " ... i used to have a thing for schlatt " you confess

mitskimybeloved: AHH I CALLED IT

immacomebacklikeaboomerang: ship

renranram : Y/N X SCHLATT CANON FR

you groan out, as you chuckle, " guys dont make it weird " you mumble, a faint blush on your cheek as you shifted on your seat

meanwhile schlatt on the other hand wanted to do backflips, like genuinely, he was like a monkey getting excited over a piece banana

and he thought, why not shoot his shot,

@.jschlatt • 1 minute

same i ship it too, @.y/n'swebbie

↳ 11 ⇆ 9 ♡ 201

as you saw the tweet, your face turned redder like a tomato, chuckling like a teenage girl seeing abs for the first time

" chat, this is all your fault "

[hufflepuffsthunderdome]

Acrylics

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Come bacccckkk you took my wallet :("

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

"come baaaaaccccccccck I put aside money for these"

"Don't be stubborn, my shout"

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

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

"good girl"

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

"do me a favour?"

"what? <3"

"do them red"

"I got red last time ;_;"

"they looked so hot against my cock last time"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[riceys]

schlatt on a roadtrip with you and his friends ??

i think so

not proofread btw so sorry

schlatt x reader on roadtrip (ft. charlie and ted)

would instist on driving and have you shotgun

his hand on your thigh or holding yours the whole time

so mean to everyone else but so sweet to you 🤭

“schlatt can we get dunkin?” charlie’s stomache growled as he spoke.

“or just food we’re hungry” ted continued

schlatt was quick to dismiss them, “stop complaining kids” he growled, briefly turning back to look at them

charlie and ted laughed and simply played along. “mommm,” ted groaned out, looking at you.

with a chuckle you looked at your boyfriend, a sly smile plastered on his face as he watched the road. “jay im hungry,” you pleaded with puppy dog eyes.

he squeezed your thigh and looked at you, “alright where are we going?”

only listens to your suggestions on where to go 😭

also stopping to eat at like a restaurant or something would be so funny

like he litterally is so rude to the waiter/waitress and you have to apologize

hes not even trying to be rude hes just soo… him

after the restaurant ted or charlie end up driving and yall are in the back

takes up the whole row if seats to lay down 😭 😭 😭

cuddles with you like litterally will not let you go

falls asleep so fucking fast too

also just refuses to have his seatbelt on

“schlatt put your seatbelt on please it wont stop beeping at me” charlie attempts to reason with him from the wheel, a dull beeping coming from the dashboard.

“no we die like real men charlie,” schlatt grumbles.

he also litterally acts as a seatbelt for you

if your asleep he will shush the boys relentlessly like omg

“shut up guys y/n’s asleep”

“schlatt we werent even talking”

hes never actually upset at his friends though hes just being silly

overall just super cute with you

also the boys 100% tease him for it

they take pictures of you two asleep in the back 🤭

[gummysharklover]

GUMMYSHARKLOVER'S MASTERLIST !

JSCHLATT °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

ᯓ˚࿔ SLEEPY ! (0.7k)

streamer!reader; it's hard to keep a relationship between two streamers under wraps—especially when you're dating jschlatt

ᯓ˚࿔ KART HEARTS ! (1.8k)

streamer!reader; schlatt falls in love under a pseudonym // requested

ᯓ˚࿔ KALEIDOSCOPE ! (0.5k)

schlatt x reader angst; based off of kaleidoscope by chappell roan

ᯓ˚࿔ LOVER, YOU SHOULD'VE COME OVER ! (0.5k)

schlatt ruins what he had with you; based off of Lover, You Should've Come Over by Jeff Buckley

ᯓ˚࿔ COLOGNE ! (0.8k)

you and schlatt fall into a predicament, and he's too scared to do anything about it

ᯓ˚࿔ POP PRINCESS ! (series, incomplete)

you're a world famous pop star, and you fall for schlatt

ᯓ˚࿔ SECOND HAND LOVERS ! (0.7k)

your relationship with schlatt used to feel perfect, but you're slowly fading from each other's lives; based on second hand lovers by oren lavie

ᯓ˚࿔ GUARDED HEARTS ! (1.5k)

you get assigned a bodyguard; schlatt's not thrilled about who he's going to be working for

ᯓ˚࿔ OBVIOUSLY ! (0.8k)

you've been dating schlatt for two years; his daughter eliza calls you mommy for the first time

[kkentobox]

I’m not sure if you take requests but would love to see your take on some schlatt smut. Maybe in the vibe of the way you’ve been writing him - just super sweet and loving and reassuring, love your writing 💜

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀i was made to love you! w/ jschlatt.

description: jonathan schlatt found a new reason to live when you stepped into his life, allow him to show you how much you truly mean to him.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀tags: afab!reader, smut, established relationship, praising, munch schlatt! munch schlatt! breeding, no mention of condom use (always use protection pookies), soft passionate sex with schlatt.

author’s note: my first schlatt smut post! remember my inbox are open for ideas/requests, always feel free to send me something ^_^ mwah! do not steal or plagiarize any work belonging to kkentobox !

⠀⠀the bedroom walls echoed with the moans falling from your lips, the sounds only the man between your legs could make you do. schlatt had been eating you out for what felt like hours now, his hunger for you never ending. with both arms tucked underneath your thighs to stop you from running, his tongue continued to lick every drop of the juices your cunt was spilling.

⠀⠀“c’mon baby, you can give me one more, right?” he mumbled against your lips.

⠀⠀having been the chasing your third orgasm, he refused to stop until he was satisfied. the entire time schlatt had been rutting his hips into the mattress trying to relieve the ache in his boxers, having shot his cum in them when you came around his tongue the first time.

⠀⠀“fuck jay, i can’t— please, please, please” growing louder by the second with your climax arising, your hands were tangled deep into his hair as you began to move your hips against his lips. your entire body felt like it was floating as you came, your eyes having rolled back into your skull with his name sounding like a mantra.

⠀⠀with heavy pants coming from the both of you, jay gently kissed your inner thighs. rubbing your hips, trying to bring you back down from the rush you were currently feeling. “you did so good for me, doll. deep breaths, you’re okay.”

⠀⠀when he felt your shaky hands grab his and squeeze his palms, he took that as a green light to come up. his soft smile easing you into relaxing once more, leaning down to pepper your face with sweet kisses. “my pretty girl,” you knew he wasn’t done with you yet, feeling his hips slowly begin to buck into yours as he comfortably positioned himself in between your legs, “can’t get enough of you.”

⠀⠀“you take such good care of me, jay.” your hands reaching down to palm his erection through his boxers, feeling the girth of it in your palm making you hum in excitement. before you could get up to go further, “don’t worry about that, baby.” the man above you intertwined your fingers together before kissing the back of your hand.

⠀⠀schlatt was in those moods where all he wanted to do was please you, he wanted everything to be about you.

⠀⠀freeing himself from his boxers, his cock immediately slapping against his tummy. he didn’t hesitate to get you in the position he loves; missionary. his big hands wrapping your legs around his waist before he began to pump his cock, not being able to resist slapping the tip on your clit to watch you grow impatient. “don’t be a tease, jay.” you whined, craving the stretch he gives you.

⠀⠀“so impatient, toots.” he tsk’d softly, a teasing grin on his lips. “i need you, please?” pouting up at him as you leaned to wrapped your arms around his shoulders, bringing him in close to whisper against his lips, “please? pretty please?” pecking kisses to his mouth to sweeten up your pleas.

⠀⠀“how could i say no to you?” he whispered, his eyes flickering between yours as he inserted himself into your slippery cunt.

⠀⠀the two of you moaning in unison into each other’s mouths at the feeling, you couldn’t help but dig your nails slightly into his bare skin causing him to groan. staying still inside you, his hands holding your body close to him; so close your chests were bound to become one. “jay, pl— please move.”

⠀⠀given the green light, schlatt thrusted his cock deeper into you, keeping a slow yet hard pace. your eyebrows furrowing as your lips fell into an ‘o’ shape, you couldn’t help the noises you were making when his hips were moving so sensually. “look at me baby— fuck, keep your eyes on me, sweetheart” his cock sliding out so slowly, just for his harsh thrust making your body slide up against the bedsheets.

⠀⠀his mouth leaving open mouthed kisses along your jaw and neck, stopping in between to quietly groan against the skin. with your moans spilling directly into his ear, the audible noise of how good he’s making you feel, he feels his cock twitch inside you. “you feel so good, jay — can feel you in my stomach” you panted. he swore everything about you made him more addicted, more sensitive to pleasure.

⠀⠀“i can keep you like this all day, i need to keep you like this all day.” jay always became more vocal whenever he was close. “you’d let me, right?” kissing his way back up to your lips, his passionate kiss making you dizzy. “only you, jay. you could do whatever you wanted to me.”

⠀⠀“you’re trouble, baby. fuck, i love you— love you so much.” his hands gripped your hips, your cunt squeezing him and sucking him back in for more.

⠀⠀your hands running across his shoulder blades, reaching to pull the hairs on the nape of his neck. “want you to cum inside me, jay, i need it.” your pussy fluttering at the thought. “i’ll give you all of it, don’t worry, doll.” he could feel the slick pooling underneath the two of you, your pussy leaving white rings around the base of his cock. “you’ll be a good girl and come with me, yeah?”

⠀⠀whimpering in agreement, your hips began to move against his to meet his thrusts making his forehead to meet yours, his eyes screwed shut as a low groan left him. “jesus, i’m gonna cum.” “give it to me, baby, come on.” your sweet words making him melt. your orgasms building up so quickly together, the two of you gripping onto each other. his dick painting your womb white as your pussy spasmed around him, your back arching into his chest causing him to hold you there tightly.

⠀⠀his face was buried in your chest, panting as he recovered from his climax. he didn’t want to remove himself from you, so he gently laid his all his weight on you. your frame being encased by his larger one, his weight comforting you from the aftershocks. his hand came up to brush the hair out of your face, before resting on your jaw. your limbs felt like jello, but you continued to run your fingers across his back.

⠀⠀the two of you remained in that position, comforting the other silently before he spoke, “let me get you some water, baby.” though you needed it, you softly whined as your grasp on him tightened. “stay like this with me . . just a couple more minutes?” his eyes finding yours and seeing how you truly didn’t want him to leave, “. . okay, baby. just five more minutes.”

⠀⠀he never had the heart to leave after five minutes, not after you fell asleep against him with the cutest pout. doing his best to clean you up without waking you up, he quickly found himself dozing off with you. the two of you entangled with each other, just as your hearts were.

[h4neypot]

jschlatt bf headcanons

pairing: jschlatt x reader  summary: jschlatt bf hcs.. that's it genre: fluff

schlatt always lets you sleep over at his place

he just wants you near him at all times

takes you to his favorite pizza spot in the city

grins wide when you say you love the pizza because he’s proud at the fact that you like it

makes fun of you teasingly but also makes sure you know how much he loves you and adores you

has an extra seat next to his in his office so you can sit next to him while he’s editing videos

loves just holding any part of you; either has his hand on your thigh or holds your hand or finger

feels stressed and burnt out at times due to the amount of different things he has to work on

loves when you reassure him and even just hug him, calms him down instantly

you remind him to take occasional breaks so he doesn’t lose the passion and love he has for his career

you never have to worry about paying a single dime when with him; he knows you love him for more than his money but still treats you always since he feels like it’s the most gentleman thing to do

lets you plan a date and you guys go ice skating in the city

you giggle when this 6ft+ guy can’t balance on ice skates and let him hold onto you the whole time

“i promise jay i won’t let you fall”

“you better not”

his cats love you more than him, makes him insanely jealous

jambo especially

that weird, silly orange cat loves when you’re over and you give him little scratches and kisses

and schlatt loves you even more once he realizes his cats love you

he gives the best hugs ever

like his big arms and big stature just completely engulf you and it’s so comforting and warm and makes you feel so safe

am very drunk rn will reformat tomorrow morning but enjoy :3

[cardgamerz]

abt to pass out but i just had a vision from god...schlatt being ur knight in shining armor out in public...!

ur in the grocery store and there’s a guy who has been…lingering

you aren’t sure if you should just chalk it up to paranoia or what, but it’s making you anxious

eventually, he starts drifting closer and closer to you in empty aisles as you shop

in your fear, you immediately turn and pass by all the aisles, searching for someone, anyone to save you

you spot a guy looking at cereal. he’s holding a box of honey nut cheerios in his hands

bingo!

you immediately turn down the aisle, rushing towards him while trying to maintain as much of an air of nonchalance as possible in case your unwelcome company is already behind you again

the tall stranger holding the cereal looks up at the sound of your approaching footsteps, so you seize the opportunity

“hi, i’m so so sorry to bother you, but there’s a guy following me and im by myself and i really don’t know what to do so would you mind pretending to know me or something so he goes away im so sorry again”

he’s staring at you, slackjawed, throughout your nervous rambling…until his gaze shifts and locks onto something at the other end of the aisle behind you.

the look in his eyes transforms into something steely, and he just nods at you sharply before doing something very very unexpected

he slips an arm around your waist, just loosely enough to not make you uncomfortable but familiar enough to make it seem as though he knows you.

“oh, there you are, babe! i thought you’d gotten lost out there. couldn’t find the right pasta shape all by yourself, huh? don’t worry, we can go look together after you help me pick out which cereal we should get!”

his voice comes out loud and almost cartoonishly sunny, as if he’s trying to scare your stalker away by being overly enthusiastic.

it WORKS.

the looming presence that had been ruining your shipping trip this far slinks back with a scowl on his face, muttering unintelligibly to himself as he disappears into the store and away from you.

you let out a shaky, relieved exhale. thank god.

your unwitting savior looks down at you, concern etched onto his features.

“you good? that guy was totally being a creep, i’m sorry he was bothering you.”

you meet his eyes (bright and brown, you note with an odd degree of fondness) and nod before replying

“yeah, yeah, don’t worry. im sorry for dragging you into it, i just didn’t really know what else to do…uh…thanks for that, by the way.”

it’s at that moment you register the still-present (and not entirely unpleasant) weight of his arm, still hanging around your torso in a protective loop.

he seems to notice too, as he immediately straightens and extricates himself from you.

you find yourself missing it just a little

this time when he talks, his face is a shade pinker than it had been before.

“no problem. so, uh…”

he fiddles with the hem of his shirt

“i’m schlatt. nice to meet you, sorry it had to be under such weird circumstances.”

this guy was being a lot nicer than most people would be if a random girl had essentially jumped them while they were doing their weekly shopping and enlisted them in a facade like the one you’d just played out…

but then again, he was also a lot cuter than most people you’d approached in public, so maybe you shouldn’t be complaining

“it’s nice to meet you too, Schlatt.”

he goes even pinker

"um...not to be weird, but I just want to make sure you're okay and that that guy isn't like...waiting for you anywhere or anything...would you wanna finish up your shopping with me and then I can walk you to your car...or something?"

he looks so insanely embarrassed but the earnestness with which he's speaking is making your heart grow three sizes

"i'd actually really appreciate that...and I need cereal anyways! what would you recommend?"

his eyes LIGHT UP and he launches into an excited rant on the best and worst cereals...

maybe there was a silver lining to this grocery trip after all!

fin.

[bunnie-online]

sitting in Schlatt’s lap while he’s editing- i’m feral but like…in a soft way???

he’d pull you into his lap by your waist. his large hands nearly encapsulate your frame. the warmth from his hands send a shiver up your spine.

you’d sit there so pretty while he played back the same clips to make sure they were perfect.

“hi dollface” he’d kiss along your jaw, eyes fixated on the screen. “hi baby” you replied in a sweet and soft voice.

“you havin’ fun?” his voice matching the tenderness of yours “yeah” you can’t help the smile that creeps onto your face. “yeah? good.” he places another kiss on your face before focusing on editing.

the quiet times were always your favorite. seeing this side of J, who he really was, warmed your heart every time.

~~~

also decided that J is what i’m gonna go with when referring to him other than Schlatt, i feel like i’ll save a “real” name for a tense scene for some dramaaaaaa

also that his color in my works will be orange bc if baby boo Jambo 🙂‍↕️☝🏽

~bunnie