#jschlatt x reader hcs

[hufflepuffsthunderdome]

Acrylics Pt.2

Schlatt x girly!Reader Summary: A few cute snippets of Schlatt's life with a v. fem, lowkey high maintenance girl Warnings: none :)! Just fluff! Based on this request A/N: Can be a stand alone piece but here's part one

The music is playing softly from the speaker when Schlatt walks into your shared bedroom, done with streaming for the night and ready to just curl up and hold you. The light to the bedroom is off when he opens the door, but there’s a familiar, soft flow of light coming through the cracked door to the ensuite bathroom.

You’re a sight to behold for his tired eyes; back turned to him, sitting on the stool at your vanity, wearing that pink, frilly robe he got you ages ago, and a poor excuse for pj’s underneath. Jambo is curled up in your lap, as your fake nails scratch gently at the cat’s ears while you apply whatever creams and serums you’ve decided to use tonight. You look so at ease as you hum gently to yourself, he will never be able to shake the feeling of awe when he sees you like this. He wants to immortalise you in this moment, for the whole world to see.

He scoops you up gently as he walks over, catching your eye in the reflection of the mirror as he sits down and settles you back into his lap. His lips find your neck in a sweet, tender kiss as he whispers softly against your skin how beautiful you are.

Your soft smile in the reflection makes his heart stutter as you apologise for taking so long, “I won’t be much longer.”

He shakes his head as his arms wrap securely around your waist, sending you back a tired smile as he lays his head against yours, “take your time darlin, I’m perfect here.”

He walks through the crowds determinedly, pace fast and sure as he tries to beat the crowds to get out of the city as quick as possible. He feels your hand in his as he walks, dragging you along behind him so he doesn’t loose you, his pace slower than he would like to make up for your small gate. He lets go of your hand for just the briefest moment when the lights change to green and the crowd rushes across the street; it was impossible to keep holding onto you without sending one or both of you fumbling to the ground, but he trusts that you’ve kept pace behind him.

His attention is drawn back behind him once he makes it across the streets and hears the angry horns of New Yorkers in their cars, and your frantic apologies filling the air. He can’t help but laugh as he turns back to you, in your cute little dress, hobbling along in an attempt at a run as your arms flail at your side to keep you balanced. Your heels, adding another 3 inches or so to your height, do nothing to aid your mobility as you hobble across the road. Beauty is pain, you like to remind him, but right now, as he watches your bag bounce at your side, your necklaces jingling on your neck as you struggle to walk, he thinks he can feel your pain more than you can.

“Nice of you to join me,” he says with a smile as he shoves his hands in his pockets, letting you loop your arm through his to use him as a lamp post to give your feet a break. You ease your heel out of the shoe for a second, standing on his shoe as you let out a sigh as you’re able to stand flat for the first time that night.

He places a hand around your waist to steady you as you do the same for your second foot, letting you have a slight respite from the ache in your heels as he holds you. He pulls out his phone and looks at his maps while you lean against him, massaging your calves.

“Come on,” he says as his hands tighten around your waist, hauling you up and over his shoulder as he squats down to pick up your heels, “it’s not far.”

He ignores your squeals of protests, hand coming up to adjust your dress for you, pulling it securely over your ass as he resumes his fast paced walk through the streets, not even phased by the looks of people around you. There's no way this is the weirdest thing they've seen today.

He hears the giggling as he walks down the stairs, the familiar kitchen of his family home coming into view as he rounds the corner, met with the backs of his siblings sitting at the dining table, talking in hushed whispers.

"Did you see what she was wearing?" his sister says as she covers her mouth to hide her laughs as the rest of the table chimes in. "She was puked on by a my little pony," he hears his other sister say, the hushed laughs making his ears turn red with anger.

"I mean have some self respect," his brother adds with a huff, "I don't know how he lets her walk around like that, if my wife left the house like that i swear..." he trails off, whistling lowly as Jay watches him roll his eyes.

"I don't know what he sees in her," his sister chimes in again, her sentence falling flat when she turns from her seat and sees Schlatt standing there, watching.

He feels the anger start to rise in his chest as he runs his tongue along his teeth, trying to keep his cool as he walks into the kitchen. "Sees what in who?" he asks, trying and failing to keep the bite out of his tone. He knows the answer, but he asks anyway.

He's met with dismissive murmurs, nobody, nothing, don't worry about it, and it just makes him angrier as he turns to meet his siblings eyes already on him, watching him cautiously. "Who were you talking about?" he says firmly as he leans against the counter, arms crossed.

He stares them down, unmoving and unwavering as he waits for someone to say something, his jaw clenching slightly as the silence stretches out. His siblings exchange glances, their earlier confidence faltering under the weight of his stare.

"Jesus, Jay, don’t be so dramatic," his eldest sister finally says, waving a dismissive hand. "We were just talking."

His siblings shuffle uncomfortably in their seats, their eyes darting between each other like they’re waiting for someone else to take the hit. Schlatt doesn’t move from where he’s leaning against the counter, arms crossed, jaw tight.

"Well?" he prompts, voice low, dangerous. "Who were you talking about?"

His sister, the one who started it, clears her throat and lifts her chin like she isn’t the least bit intimidated. "Come on, Schlatt. You know she’s... a lot."

"So you were talking about Y/N?" he challenges, his voice sharp, "talking shit about my girlfriend? That's just chatting huh?"

His brother scoffs, "we’re just saying, man. You could do better."

Schlatt’s fingers tighten against his arms, the only sign of the fury simmering beneath his skin, "better? Better than what? Better than someone I love?"

His sister rolls her eyes, "it’s not that serious. She’s just... trying too hard. She’s always dressed like she’s walking a runway, and for what?"

Schlatt lets out a sharp laugh, shaking his head. "For what? Because she likes it. Because it makes her happy. Who the fuck are you to say anything about her! You barely know her."

"It just feels like she's overcompensating a bit you know," his brother laughs with a shrug, trying to make the tone playful again, "like she mustn't have much going on if she has to parade around like that."

"What the fuck is that meant to mean?"

"It's a bit vapid isn't it?" his other sister adds quietly, a look of concern on her face, "we thought you'd end up with someone with more substance."

"You lot wouldn't know a fucking thing about substance," he spits as he clenches his fists at his sides, "you've made no fucking effort at all to get to know her, to include her in anything. Over what? Some dresses?"

Silence. No more hushed giggles. No more careless whispers. Just the weight of his words settling over the room.

He pushes off the counter, "if you've got a problem fucking come to me instead of running your mouths. She's gonna be around for a long time so you better make a fucking effort."

He walks down the hallway, the tension in his shoulders starting to ease as the distance between him and his siblings grows. By the time he reaches his bedroom, his anger has cooled into something more manageable, though the sting of their words still lingers in the back of his mind.

He finds her sitting on his bed, her legs tucked under her, the soft hum of her music filling the room as she swipes through her phone. The sight of her, effortlessly beautiful even in the most casual moments, hits him like a wave, sitting in a pile of blankets in his childhood bed like she belongs there. She looks up as he enters, eyes lighting up at the sight of him.

"Hey," she says, her voice as warm and genuine as always as she reaches for him.

Schlatt’s lips curl into a small, exhausted smile, his body sagging slightly with relief. He moves toward her, sitting down beside her and pulling her into a hug. She wraps her arms around him immediately, pressing her face into his chest, not aware of the storm that just passed.

“Everything okay?” she asks, tilting her head up to look at him.

He brushes a strand of hair from her face, his fingers lingering on her soft skin. “Yeah,” he mutters, his voice a little rougher than usual, “it's all sorted.”

She nods, sensing the change in his mood but not pushing him to explain. Her fingers trace small circles on his chest as they sit in comfortable silence for a few moments.

"You know," she says softly, looking up at him again, "you don’t have to defend me like that. I’m perfectly fine with who I am."

Schlatt huffs a small laugh, a bitter edge to it, “I don't like them running their mouths, calling you shallow and shit," he shakes his head, more out of frustration with his siblings than anything else.

She smiles, a soft, understanding look in her eyes. “I know. And I don’t need them to understand. It’s your opinion that matters.”

"All I care about is how you make me feel," he says softly as he pulls her closer, "dolled up or not you're a fucking work of art."

[aeriots]

Schlatt fucking reader in EVERY room of their new house…

newly weds ⋆ ˚💒 💐｡⋆୨୧˚

₊˚ this reminded me of carlos & gabi flashback of them being newly weds and moving on wisteria lane, in desperate housewives when the girls met them for the first time ⊹♡

i regret writing this when i wasn’t horny bc, this is utter shite😭

— you had the respect for the neighbours unlike schlatt… NONNNNEEEE AT ALL

— it’s poundtown for him, and there’s no getting out LMFAO

— “we’re christening every room in the house, include the shed toots” he said confidently while giving you forehead kisses

— you rn:

— tbh it just mostly consists of schlatt pleasuring you more than him.

— lowkey see him being a selfish dom tho😔

— he was WILLLDDDD coming up with new positions

— both of yous couldn’t walk the next day😭

— overall it would be really romantic and, schlatt would be so cute about it though<33

— he would be checking up with you, seeing if your still wanna go, wanna stop or to slow down<3

— he might be rough around the edges but LOVVVEEES cupping your boobs in his hands while giving you forehead kisses while fucking you from behind

— overall, you both going on fours hours and at least four rounds 😭😭😭

— and he’s DEVOURING you OUT like there’s no tomorrow 😭

[blushk1tten]

sweet as sugar ꨄ

— sfw: schlatt with a s/o who bakes —

schlatt likes to joke that it’s your fault he’s such a “fat fuck”

he also loves to call you nicknames that kind of relate to baking like sugar, honey, sweetie, etc.

he’ll leave his stream for a minute and come back snacking on your latest creation because the kitchen always has some kind of treat

schlatt also has done a few baking streams with you, though it’s much more chaotic than your usual baking

he’ll try not to waste your ingredients, but he can’t help throwing some flour at you or swiping some icing on your cheek if he gets bored

his other bit for the streams is just saying a bunch of innuendos about how much he “loves your goodies”

occasionally schlatt tries to seriously help you bake, but he just spends the time sneaking tastes and holding you from behind while he asks questions

“why can’t you combine everything at once” and “how is this dough different from the other one you just made”

he likes to sing to you while you bake

one day while you’re making a wedding cake for one of your friends, he’s holding you from behind and humming softly, then quietly speaks up

“do you think you’ll make our wedding cake”

overall baking with schlatt is either chaotic and funny, or sweet and domestic

[brook1yn-baby]

:') i never see j schlatt with a chubbier/thick reader,,,

caaan we get some smutty j with a girl whos got junk in all the trunks LOL

OF COURSE WE CAN ANON

u guys have cameras on me i swear first i get a request for face piercings nd now for a chubby girl u guys r just describing me at this point but i am not complaining!!

also thats so so real theres nowhere near enough chubby readers in fanfic smh but dont worry im here to save the day pookie

nsfw

- manhandling you is basically his favourite thing to do

- youre just so soft in his hands how can he resist ???

- theres more of you to touch so best believe this man will be touching ALL OF YOU

- pulling you into his lap so he can grab at your thighs, his big hands pawing at your most sensitive areas

- and putting his face between them

- hes literally begging you to crush his head like a watermelon

- “so fuckin’ pretty doll, could live between these thighs.”

- half the time hes not even eating you out hes just sitting there taking it all in

- his facial hair brushing ever so slightly against your clit

- its torture and he knows it

- you lift your hips up, trying desperately to get friction on something, anything

- he just pulls you back down, placing a soft kiss on your inner thigh

- “stop bein’ so fuckin’ needy, toots. jus’ wanna look at you.”

- (im gonna write this into a full oneshot soon i promise)

- your hips are covered in hickeys and bite marks

- probably sends his breeding kink into overdrive

- missionary so he can watch your tits and tummy bounce as he fucks you

- try and cover your face or your stomach in embarrassment ??

- your arms are getting pinned down

- youre just so cute when youre humiliated and squirming underneath him

- hes a cutie though so after youre done he’ll get you one of his tshirts to wear and just hold you

- big guy is a big guy so its pretty easy to feel small when youre with him and he loves how comfortable it makes you

- “daddys pretty little girl, aren’tya?”

- you nod, your head against his chest

- he just laughs and presses a soft kiss to the top of your head <3

ugh hes so boyfriend need him dastardly

[nymphomaniaa]

i’m such a softie schlatt truther. i’m all for reading fanfics where he’s an absolute asshole, or he’s this aggressively dominant guy, but i feel like he is way more introverted and reserved than people make him out to be. he’s the kind of dude who, if really in love, would ask for snuggles after a long day and want to shower you in sleepy kisses while you scroll on your phone before bed. he’d send you those tiktoks of cats being affectionate together and say it’s you and him. he’d find comfort in spending time home alone with you versus anyone else if you gave him the space to feel safe around you. and so on.

i feel like he takes an outstandingly long time to open up to people, and until he does, he displays that hard outer shell that the public is more familiar with. but when that wall is broken… he’s the most down to earth, gentle, and loving teddy bear. but you gotta really work to earn that side of him.

aaand maybe that’s why i love writing slow burn for him. lol. it just makes the most sense in my head.

[apples-are-yummy]

have some hcs for schlatt!

the big guy

(this is such a good picture oml)

SO downbad yall already know. but not in a cute shy uwu way but in the *he want that cookie so effing bad* way. like the way he STARES sometimes

love language is quality time and acts of service!!

both of yall sitting with drinks you made, schlatt with a neat bénédictine with one of his fancy ice cubes, and you drinking a french 75. the fireplace lit, cats in laps, VGHS on.

he enjoys being a classy fuck sometimes, but he will always sprinkle some of himself into his ‘impeccable class’. (i.e. getting crystal low ball crystal glasses engraved with “Big Guy” on the outside.

you both have a different favorite chair in the living room. like sitting on different seats like in an old couple way lol. like seperate recliners 😭.

i can't find the clip for the life of me but the one where he says "you're mine" he says that so often not even in a horny way, you're his and he is yours

that tough guy performance is GONE the second he gets more than 5 drinks deep, that man is a BABYYYYY

this might be a little niche but idc, he is not huge on hand holding. don't get me wrong, he will do it, but his preference is an arm around your shoulder or just nothing at all when in public.

this is 100% self indulgent but that's the point of this acc but when im out with my partner, i like to be able to kinda go wherever in a shop or something just looking at all the stuff and i wanna just have my partner nearby.

however in a big event or meetup, he fo sho has an arm around your shoulder.

imagine this: on a summer vacation. somewhere with quiet beaches and good food. schlatt wants to take a quick dip in the ocean, just for a sec to enjoy the cool water. he takes his yanks hat off and tussles your hair before putting his cap on you while you stay at your home base on the beach.

imagine: just relaxing in a hot tub with some good drinks in hand. its dark and the only light is the little led lights in the hottub. just relaxing, looking out at the coastal view and basking in the sound of the waves. (bc he would for sure get a beach/oceanfront view, only the best for you)

spoils you but not in a princessy way, but in the “only the best” kind of way. wouldn't get you copious amounts of gifts, but when he will spare no expense for you. fine liquors and finer vacations

as much as he loves to take care of you, sometimes all he wants is to be putty in your hands. theres a very specific mood you have to catch him in though. after a good day, when hes sleepy and still warm from the steaming shower he pampered himself with. he’ll pad towards you as you lay on the bed. he wont say a word he will just crawl towards you on the bed and lay his head on your chest. cradle his head and rub his back that man will practically purr.

if you tease him for it he’ll just say “shut the fuck up” but his will definitely get a little flushed. (he thinks he hides it well, he does not)

[schlattsdoll]

schlatt nd inexperienced!reader who’s never gotten head before n he gives her head (I need him so bad)

minors dni

fem!/afab reader

when johnathan schlatt, a certified MUNCH, heard you'd never gotten head before he IMMEDIATELY stopped what he was doing, and dragged your ass to the bedroom.

"how've you never told me this before doll?" he asked you as he gently kissed your neck, his large hands making their way down your body towards the apex of your thighs, his rough fingers hooking into your thin shorts and panties.

"d-dunno... kinda embarrassing.." you murmur, wiggling your hips to help him remove your bottom layers of clothing.

"don't worry that pretty lil' head of yours doll, gonna make you feel real good... gonna prove my mouth 's good for more than just yappin'."

[writingduhh]

Schlatt rq!!! Noticing someone is following u at some event and running up to him (not knowing who he is) and begging him to pretend he’s ur friend/bf/what have u and the chaos that ensues

OMHHH YESS YESS I LOVE THIS!! Hope this is alright! 💙

Unexpected Savior || Jschlatt

It started as a feeling. A prickling unease at the back of your neck. You glanced over your shoulder, he was still there. Too close. Your stomach tightened.

You turned the corner. Stopped at a booth. Pretended to check your phone. He didn’t leave.

Panic clawed its way up your chest. Your breaths came shorter, quicker. You needed to do something—now.

That’s when you saw him. Tall. Broad-shouldered. Hands stuffed in his pockets like he had all the time in the world. He looked… steady. Safe.

You didn’t think. You just moved.

Your hand gripped his arm, your fingers curling into the fabric of his sleeve. His body tensed, and his head turned, brows knitting together.

“Hey,” you rushed out, voice unsteady. “I don’t know you, but there’s a guy following me. Can you—” You swallowed. “Can you just pretend we’re together? Just for a second.”

Schlatt’s confusion flickered to understanding in an instant. His eyes cut behind you scanning the crowd. Then, without hesitation, his arm moved.

It was easy. Natural. One moment, you were standing beside him, and the next, his arm draped securely around your shoulders. He pulled you in close, his body angled between you and the man trailing behind.

You barely had time to react before his voice cut through the air.

“The hell are you looking at?”

His tone was sharp, loud enough to draw attention. The easygoing stance he’d had just moments before was gone. Now, he was a wall, solid and unmovable.

You felt it in the way he held you, the way his grip tightened just slightly, just enough to let you know he wasn’t going anywhere.

The man hesitated. His eyes flicked between you and Schlatt, suddenly weighing his options.

Schlatt shifted his stance, his grip around you firm but careful. His voice dropped, low and warning.

“Not so fun when someone’s actually watching you, huh?” His jaw tightened. “Walk away. Now.”

A beat of tense silence. Then, finally, the man muttered something under his breath and turned, vanishing into the crowd.

Schlatt didn’t move right away. His hold around you stayed firm, protective, as his eyes lingered on the space where the guy had disappeared.

Only after a long pause did he exhale, his shoulders relaxing slightly. His arm around you loosened, but he didn’t drop it just yet.

“You okay?” His voice had lost its edge, now softer, steadier.

You nodded, though your hands were still shaking. The adrenaline was fading, leaving behind exhaustion. Schlatt felt it.

He let his arm slip from your shoulders, but before you could fully process the loss of warmth, his hand settled gently on your back, grounding.

“Hey,” he murmured, tilting his head toward the café nearby. “Why don’t we sit for a bit? Just breathe.”

You swallowed hard, still trying to collect yourself. Then you nodded. “…Yeah. That’d be nice.”

Without another word, he guided you toward the café, his touch light, reassuring.

The moment you stepped inside, the world outside seemed to quiet. The hum of conversation, the smell of coffee—it felt safe.

Schlatt caught your eye, offering the smallest smile. “Better already, huh?”

You let out a breath, tension easing from your shoulders. “Yeah.”

He nodded toward a table, waiting for you to sit before heading to the counter. When he returned, he set a cup in front of you.

“Here,” he said simply.

You wrapped your hands around the mug, letting the warmth seep into your fingers. “…Thanks.”

He sat across from you, resting his forearms on the table. The sharpness from before had faded, replaced by something quieter.

“I’m Schlatt, by the way.” He extended his hand.

You smiled, shaking it. “Y/N. Nice to meet you… in a really weird way.”

A chuckle rumbled from him, low and amused. “Yeah. Life’s weird like that.”

The conversation started slow, hesitant, but the heaviness faded with time. Laughter replaced lingering nerves. The café, once just an escape, became something else entirely.

After a while, Schlatt checked his phone and sighed. “I should probably get going.”

You hesitated. You didn’t want the moment to end.

Without thinking, you pulled out your phone and held it out to him. “Before you go… don’t forget to text me, okay?”

Schlatt blinked, caught off guard. Then, to your absolute delight, a flush crept up his neck. He scratched the back of his head, muttering something under his breath before grabbing your phone.

“Yeah, yeah. Of course.” His usual confidence wavered just a little.

You grinned. “Good.”

As he handed your phone back, his fingers brushed against yours. He froze. For a second, neither of you moved.

Then he cleared his throat, looking away with a cough. “…Y’know, if you ever need someone to walk you home. Or just wanna grab a coffee without the whole ‘life-or-death’ part…” He hesitated, then glanced back at you. “I wouldn’t mind.”

Your heart did something strange in your chest.

“I’d like that,” you admitted.

A slow, lopsided smile tugged at his lips.

“Good.”

Before he left, he shot you one last look—soft, warm. “See you around, Y/N.”

[darkniters]

jschlatt who whispers to you

twitch dot tv slash jschlatt is online, and you’re well aware due to the loud personality voice schlatt has put on in the other room.

“WHAT THE FUCK!” he yells, the sound echoing throughout the house. you usually check into his streams, but right now your busy figuring out your hours for work and are in no need for distractions.

you look around the living room quickly for a red pen, needing to circle something on the page, but your efforts deem useless. you suddenly remembered schlatt took one into his office with him to do a bit.

you didnt want to find a different red pen because you knew where that one was, so you quietly make your way down the hall before schlatts office.

his fans figured out about you through a lot of bits schlatt would make where he would tag you on twitter or tag any girl he posts on instagram with your username, so you weren’t a private couple, but you still weren’t twitch or youtube public.

you open the door timidly, trying to bring as little attention to yourself as possible. unfortunately for you, the shitty tiktok schlatt was watching just ended, and his spiel afterwards was done.

his head whipped to your direction, and he gave you a grin. you gave him a smile back, and he reached his hand out for you to grab.

you grab ahold of it and make your way behind his chair, head resting on the back of it as your hands snake their ways around his neck.

he speaks briefly to his audience, as he rocks the chair gently from left to right, moving your head along with it. before he looks up at you, eyes full of stars like he’s seen the greatest thing of the entire universe.

“whats wrong?” he whispers, gently. its not a breathy whisper, its just making his voice quieter so the mic can’t pick it up as well (it does still pick it up)

“i know you have a red pen in here and i really need it” you whisper quieter, the mic unable to hear you at all due to you being farther away and also a lot less loud than schlatt.

“oh right yeah,” he reaches to the left of his desk, and grabs the pen. “just be careful its a bit finicky.” he mumbles. his hands reach up to where yours rest around his shoulders, and he gently brings it to his lips, kissing the back of your palm gently.

you smile, take the pen from his grasp, and then peck your head down to kiss the crown of his head, his hair ticking your face. you then break away from him, and thats when you remember he was still live. your face briefly flushes.

schlatt also seemed to have forgotten, as he stares at you grinning as you leave, before he brings his full attention back to the screen. the chat is running like crazy, simply saying your name in all caps and many awws. schlatts cheeks are painted red.

“alright alright chat moment of weakness, lets get a move on.” he continues to stream, but it seems after that encounter; he seemed much happier for the remainder duration of the time live.

[anotherfcknschlattsimp]

im coming to purpose an offer. ill write free-use jschlatt and you write free-use jschlatt. because hear me out, we use him for our own pleasure.. taps mirror yeah.... taps my brain yeah...

RAH RAH RAH ILY BESTIE HERE YOU GO

dacryphilia, tummy bulge, multiple rounds, so on and so forth, overstim

LET'S GO

it was his birthday, but what do you get a man that gets what he wants when he wants?

free access to the hottest person he's ever met

(yourself)

and boy did he love it

"when does my time start, toots?" he kisses up and down your neck and jest

"mmm" you moan "whenever you want daddy"

he growls and nips at your skin, making you yelp a little "good"

hope you didnt like those bottoms too much because they are GONE

OBLITERATED

his head and fingers going AT. IT.

makes sure you cum at least twice first because he has to apologize for what he's about to put your body through

count with me yall

ONE:

he put you in a mating press, jackhammering his hips into yours

hands holding yours as he let go for the first time today

quick, easy, a good warm up

TWO:

he flipped you onto all fours, pushing you down by your shoulders

mounting you with just as much fervor as the first round

as soon as you tell him youre close again, he's reaching around to rub your clit as you cry at the overstimulation

you manage to cum at the same time, but not on purpose which only made it hotter

pulls out and runs his pointer and middle finger through the cum spilling from you to rub your clit again

THREE:

puts you back on your back with enough pillows under your hips for gravity to keep you full of his cum

slower and gentler, not as pent up anymore and so close to overstimulated

until he sees your tummy pudge out a little bit

tubs his hand over it gently

"look toots, fillin' ya up so nicely"

you whine as you push down lightly

which feels so good for schlatt

he lets another load join your tummy

finally takes a break for about an hour, but makes sure to keep you plugged so you dont waste his precious seed

but don't worry, youre gonna have a very,, full, night

AAAA I HOPE YOU ENJOY

[nvmadic]

schlatt just waltzing into the kitchen, slapping your ass with a sharp sting. hand lingering on your waist, his pelvis pressing against your ass. “mm, dinner smells nice, bub.” fingertips digging into your side, eager to have you in his hands. one hand snaking up your loose fitting shirt to cup your breast in his large hand. “can you hurry up so i can fuck you?” softly muttering, his desperation evident in his squeezing. “or, i can pull your shorts to the side and fuck you whilst you’re being a good little housewife, hmm?”

[hufflepuffsthunderdome]

Flustered pt. 2

sub!Schlatt x fem!reader Summary: Schlatt and reader go on their date and is desperate to take anything you'll give him, even if it's just a torturous footjob under the table and a denied orgasm. Warnings: swearing, public sex, m!masturbation, fantasising, footjob, kinds cbt, heel kink? Schlatt's a bit of a perv A/N: Part 2 of this! There will be a part 3 soon cause I write too much Lovely ppl who were interested in pt 2: @sleepdepr1v3d @olive823 @invadermeweatsshart @lilalovesmotley @imgayandvoreethatsall @imsotiredrnlol @schlattslonghairytoes @the-slimebox @nagisasugino

You look like a vision, an angel sent from heaven, to torture Schlatt personally. You brush your hair off your shoulder, smiling back at the cab driver, nodding a polite thanks while you swing your legs out, heels hitting the sidewalk. You straighten out your dress as you stand, fixing the top slightly where it slid down, covering back up the red lace below it. The black, satin dress falls long down your legs, hugging your hips and waist as you twist them gently to smooth out the fabric.

Schlatt pushes off the wall he had been leaning on, waiting for you, and moves through the crowd of people littering the sidewalk to get to you, bumping into a few people as he does so.

"Y/N," he calls out, cursing himself at the way his voice shakes with nerves as he gets your attention. You turn and beam up at him and he feels his anxiety melt away when he sees your pretty smile, making his way towards you.

You smile, wide and happy when he gets close to you, "hi Jay," you breathe against his neck as you pull him down for a hug, "you look so nice." He had gotten himself a bit dressed up, wanting desperately to impress you. Nice tan, corduroy jacket, his one pair of good black jeans, forgoing the hat for the rare time he's willing to use some hair product. "You look so good when you try," you say as you pull away, keeping your hands on his shoulders as you scan him up and down, "even when you don't try," you say as you grin at him, giving him a sly wink and a coy shrug.

His heart flutters in his chest as he mumbles out a stuttered thanks, both shrinking under your gaze and inflating with pride at your compliment. He tries desperately to find the words to say how gorgeous you look, but you're taking his hand in yours, wrapping your small hand around his as you lead him into the restaurant, and he can't think of anything at all right now.

He just follows, trying to ignore the way your soft palm feels against him, the way your heels click on the tiles as you enter the building, the way your ass sways gently, hugged by your dress.

"Do you have a reservation?" the man at the host stand asks, flipping through his book of names, doing an almost cartoon double take when he looks up and makes eye contact with you.

Schlatt shy's away from you a bit when he sees the way the man is eying you, he's not one to feel shy like this usually but he can't but feel like he doesn't deserve to be standing next to a goddess like you in this moment. You take note, giving him a reassuring smile as you give the man your name, pulling Schlatt closer to you as you rub your thumb across the back of his hand.

He feels pathetic for the way his cock twitches in his jeans at the gesture. He has to bite his lip to stop the giddy laugh that he feels bubbling in the back of his throat. He doesn't know how you manage to make him feel every emotion at the same time but it becomes so overwhelming sometimes he just wants to laugh.

You turn and smile at him as you lean against the greeter's stand, he feels like the entire room has vanished around him as he smiles back. In a moment of boldness that he can't quite place, he shifts his hand, interlocking his fingers with yours, letting out a sigh of relief when you give his hand another gentle squeeze.

"Your table's not quite ready," the man says, eyes darting down to your chest as you roll your eyes subtly, "just take a seat over there." He points you and Schlatt over to one of the couches near the door, when you sit down and wait for your table to be ready.

It's only when you sit down, crossing one leg over the other that he notices the slit in your dress. He stumbles as he sits next to you, almost missing the seat as he keeps his eyes focused on the exposed skin of your thigh. It would be so easy to pull you up in his arms, hold you against him as he runs his palms along your soft skin, he feels his mouth water as he clenches his fist at his side.

He hears the sharp click of your manicured fingers as you snap playfully at him, moving your hand up towards your face as his gaze follows, locked on your fingers, until he's met with your surprised expression. He feels like a dog, a pet who's obeying your command, looking where you tell him too, as your expression turns to a knowing smirk. He looks away flustered, shifting to try to adjust his hard cock in his pants, feeling his stomach clench with need when he hears your seductive laugh next to him.

You don't even need to say anything and he's already whipped.

You take mercy on him when you see how genuinely flustered he is, feeling the warmth grow in your chest as you see the effect you have on him. Your little game is fun, makes you insanely wet every time you manage to get him like this, but you can't help but feel a little bad.

That second of mercy you're willing to grant him vanishes when you see his tongue dart out to wet his lips as his gaze drifts to your chest. Yeah fuck it, you think, this is too fun.

"How've you been since you were in LA?" you ask politely, hand running down your stomach as you smooth out the fabric, smiling up at him as you watch him swallow hard. His Adam's apple bobs as he tries desperately to keep his gaze respectful, all while your only thought is how satisfying it would be to sink your teeth into the side of his neck, leave him with a real pretty mark he'll be unable to hide.

"I-I've been good," he replies, wiping his palms on his jeans as his control falters and his eyes snap down briefly to watch your hand run down the fabric of your dress that covers your stomach, "same old, same old."

You smile at his mumble and nod, chewing your lip briefly before you continue, "that's good, I'm glad," your hand continues it's movement down your body, adjusting the fabric of your dress at your sides, "I love when you guys all get out to film the podcast but I miss getting you alone."

"Really?" he asks, eyes snapping up to your face watching you in surprised awe when you tell him that.

You smile up at him, eyes snapping down to your hand as it makes it's way to the exposed skin of your thigh. You feel your panties get damp as you watch his eyes leave your face and follow your hand, his eyes intense and desperate as he mentally undresses you. Dragging teasingly down your leg as you bend over slightly, pushing your chest out slightly as you smile up at him sweetly, adjusting the strap of your heel. "Of course," you say, "you're my favourite after all."

His eyes are stuck on your hand, watching as your delicate fingers undo the thin strap of your heel, buckling it with practiced ease. He can't help the way his lips part slightly, breathing getting heavier as he admires your hands, pretty red nails a stark contrast against the black heels, matching the lace he got a glimpse of under your dress. He wants to see them wrapped around his cock, blood red nails wrapped around his aching length as you work him up and down. He feels his cock twitch as he imagines how good your soft hands would feel, slick with spit, wrapped tightly around him, covered in his cum if you let him finish. God he'd beg you to let him finish.

You make your way to your table when it's ready, walking through the large expanse of tables in the restaurant towards the back, up a set of stairs that winds up to a second floor. It's quieter up there, soft piano music playing in the warmly lit room, emerald green velvet booths tucking each of the few tables away privately. Only one other table is occupied, an elderly couple who smile politely when you both pass, their plates nearly empty as they eat.

"I'll bring a water for your table," your waitress says as you sit down in the booth, Schlatt sliding in opposite you eyes never leaving yours, "please feel free to look at the menu's in the meantime."

You say thanks, giving her a polite nod and picking up your menu, and scanning over your options. Schlatt keeps his eyes locked on you, watching you as you read the menu, face drawn in concentration. He admires the way your mouth moves subconsciously as you read, mouthing the words to yourself as you go, the small line in between your drawn in eyebrows that he desperately wants to reach over and run his thumb along. The dim lighting of the low hanging bulb above you casts your face in shadow as you read, hair falling in front of your face as your eyes scan the page. He feels his breath hitch when you look up at him, eyebrows raised in question, eyes wide as you gaze up at him as he stares at you.

"Y/N," he breathes as he gazes at you, watching your expression soften as your hand shifts on the table, his own hand moving towards yours, "I-"

He jumps away from the table slightly when the waitress seemingly materialises out of thin air, shrinking embarrassingly as he hears her laugh at his surprise. She sets the water down on the table pulling out her notepad as she asks for your order.

"I'll get a glass of your house red and your fettuccine carbonara," you say, smiling up at her as you fold up your menu, "and he'll get a rib eye, medium rare and... do you have diet root beer?" she shakes her head, "just a root beer then."

He stares at you in awe as you reach over and take his menu from his stunned hand, handing them to the waitress with a sweet smile before turning back to him, "I hope that sounds ok."

He just nods dumbly, brain struggling to fire back up as he watches the easy confidence you project as you lean back in your chair, taking a sip from your glass of water. "I couldn't have gotten a beer?" he asks as he forces a choked chuckle out.

You shake your head as you smile against your glass, lowering it from your lips to reveal the red stain left around the rim, "I need you totally sober for me tonight."

"Holy fuck," he moans as his hand pumps his cock, holding the door to the small bathroom shut as he leans against the sink, grip desperate as he works himself quickly. Dear god he needs you to tell him what to do like that, he'd follow blindly your every demand if it means you'd smile prettily like that down at him, he'd do anything you ask.

Your red lips and the stain you left on your glass are imprinted on his mind. He wants to be able to look down and see the soft red prints of your lips staining his body, wake up and see them staring back at him in the mirror as a reminder of you, how good he knows you'd feel.

He's finishing quickly, embarrassingly so, ropes of cum shooting up his body as he fumbles to pull his shirt out of the way so he doesn't stain it. Leaning back against the sink he pants as his grip on his cock remains tight, stroking himself as his orgasm racks his body enough to make his legs shake.

"You took a while," you taunt as you smirk at him when he walks back out from the bathroom, back towards the table, "you ok?"

His face flushes red as he nods, sliding back into the booth as he fiddles with his napkin, avoiding your intense gaze. He knows he's not being subtle, fidgeting with his belt as his sensitive cock twitches in his jeans, breathing growing heavier under your stare. You're staring a hole through him, he knows you know what he's just done, how desperate he is for you.

"Do you often go run off in the middle of a date?" you smirk, biting your lip as you watch his blush deepen as he attempts to stutter out a clarification for his confusion at your words. "what? you don't think this is a date?" you ask sweetly, foot sliding across the floor to rest against his as you lean against your hands, stare unwavering as he fumbles to find his words.

"I-I didn't - I - I mean I," he fumbles out, hands clenched tightly in his lap as he finally turns to meet your stare, breath hitching at the domineering look in your eyes.

"Surely you can tell by now," you purr as you let your food slide up his leg, heel pressing gently against his calf, "how badly I want you."

His cock twitches to life again at your words, breathing heavy as he feels the pressure of your foot against his leg. He feels himself twitch in his pants at your admission, precum leaking from his tip again as he strains painfully against his pants, shifting in his seat to alleviate the pressure.

"I know you want me too," you continue, tongue darting out to wet your lips as you yourself shift in your seat, feeling your panties flood with arousal as you watch him squirm, "you're not very subtle."

He mumbles out an apology as he reaches for his glass, trying to distract himself from the pressure that is travelling up his leg. He lets out a sharp gasp before he can stop himself as he feels the sharp toe of your stiletto dig into his thigh as he attempts to drink, hands shaky as he tries to stop the liquid spilling out as he trembles. He inhales sharply, when he feels you apply pressure to his inner thigh, bringing the glass up to his lip to distract himself from the way his cock throbs painfully.

He watches you across the table, biting your lip as you watch him squirm, a soft whimper escaping his lips when he feels you press down harder, shifting your foot closer to his bulge, heat rising to his face as he flushes embarrassedly. He gulps down the saliva pooling in his mouth as he watches you, feeling his breath stutter as he sees the devilish grin spread across your face. Fuck please, he silently begs, willing you to touch him, even if it's just your heel against his bulge, he needs it.

The moan he lets out is downright pathetic when he feels you finally press your heel against his bulge, dropping his head to watch your foot in his lap as he tries to control his breathing. He's panting now, loud in the near silent room as he watches you work your heel against him. You work your heal against him, applying gentle pressure, working your foot along his length from base to tip before retracting it for a second, watching as his breath stutters before starting again.

He's watching your foot move against his bulge, trying desperately to control his moans as he feels the pressure against his cock, your shiny black heel working against his body, using him as he sits there and takes it. He tries so hard to be quiet, to keep his moans quiet as he feels the drool pool in his mouth as he watches you work him, he so desperately wants to hear you praise him for behaving. But he can't help the moan that rips from his mouth when you work your foot harder against him, the mix of pain and pleasure making him twitch in his pants as he clamps a hand over his mouth before he can moan again.

"God this is pathetic," you laugh as you press your shoe into his bulge, no longer working his shaft, just pressing your foot in as you watch his lips part, "moaning like this in public? Someone will see you know?"

"I don't care," he pants, hand going down to grip your heel desperately needing to feel your skin against his hand.

"You don't care? You want someone to see you humping my foot like a fucking dog?"

He hadn't even realised you had stopped moving, his grip on your heel tight as he ruts his hips against you, desperate to feel your heel move against his aching cock. He lets out another broken moan as he feels anxiety settle in the pit of his stomach before being swallowed by the burning need he's been feeling for months now.

You pull your foot out of his grasp, running your tongue along the inside of your cheek when you hear his desperate pleas as his hand chases your body under the table, "take it out for me."

"What?" he asks, eyes snapping up to yours, wide in surprise when he sees the mocking glare on your face.

"You heard me, take it out."

He swallows hard when he hears the small thud of your shoe hitting the floor, as he flounders to find his words, "here?"

Your now bare foot finds his bulge again, pressing down harshly as you raise your eyebrows at him, "I wasn’t asking."

He fumbles with his belt before he can let his brain catch up, moving on autopilot at your demand as he undo the buckle and shoves it away. His shaky hands fumble with his zip, desperate to fulfill your request as he pulls his briefs down slightly, letting his aching cock spring up and hit his stomach. He sighs in relief, the sigh turning into a desperate moan when the cold, smooth skin of the bottom of your foot presses against his cock, hunching over to watch you move.

He's hard and big against your sole, you can't see him but you can feel how big he is already, skin smooth and slick with precum as you press firmly against it. You feel him twitch against you, biting your own lip as you hold back a soft moan as you watch him. Your cunt drips as you eye him, watching him try to hold back his moans at the feeling of your foot, lips parted and swollen from where he's been biting them, eyes scrunched shut in pleasure.

You can't help yourself, he looks too good like this, moaning and writhing under your control to pass up the opportunity. Your hand snakes down between your legs, shifting your dress to the side and snaking into your panties. You work his cock, feeling his precum dribbling down his tip onto your foot as you feel your own juices coat your fingers as you work them between your folds.

He hears a soft moan fall from your lips, eyes snapping up immediately to yours as he watches you stare at him, your own lips parted from pleasure as you work yourself under the table. His cock twitches desperately as he mumbles out a silent plea of your name, watching you bite back your own whimper as you press harder against him again. He so badly wants to work his fingers inside you, he doesn't give a damn who could see. He'd sink to his knees right now and crawl under the table if you demanded, gripping you tightly as he works his thick digits into your pretty cunt. Fuck he knows you have the prettiest cunt.

He drops his head down against the table, unable to handle the pleasure anymore as he feels his stomach clench, warms burning as he pulses. He fumbles desperately when he feels your foot leave his, flushed face looking up at you, eyes dazed and hazy as he whines softly.

He sees you talking, it takes him as second before he can focus his brain enough to hear what you're saying, watching the sympathy on your face as you talk to the waitress. "Yeah I should really get him home," you hum gently as you reach out and take Schlatt's hand, "poor guy's coming down with something, we'll grab the bill thanks."

[aeriots]

SCHLATT BEING A GIRL'S DAD:

schlatt being a girl's dad entails... with him spoiling his daughter to DEATH with ANYTHING…

schlatt being a girl's dad entails... so many hugs and kisses in bed every morning and reading her a book before bedtime too 🥹🥹🥹

schlatt being a girl's dad entails... him being completely immersed with his daughter. anything or anyone around him doesn’t even matter to him anymore at ALL. all attention is on his daughter <33

schlatt being a girl's dad entails... him constantly talking about his newborn daughter and talking about EVERY tiny movement she’s doing, and i mean EVRY tiny movement 😭😭😭

schlatt being a girl's dad entails... so many pizza cooking dates and taking his daughter to best nyc pizza restaurants and making it their weekly thing 🥹

bonus:

[blushk1tten]

schlatt, who’s secretly married to you. he’s very diligent about making sure his wedding ring is off and hidden whenever he makes content. then, the fuck, marry, kill episode of chuckle sandwich happened, with tucker showing off his wedding ring and ted showing off all of his rings. when ted challenges schlatt to “bling himself up, like a little slut” in the future, schlatt decides it’s finally time. so, the intro to the next episode is schlatt showing up with his wedding ring on and showing it off.

“yeah, i got this ring a while ago. don’t know how much of a slut it makes me, but i’d do anything f’ my partner.”

[rencantstopfalling]

Jschlatt x Fem!reader NSFW A-Z

I'm so sorry I wrote this at 6 am, with zero sleep so please bare with me

18+ MDNI

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

After he cums, Schlatt is knocked out. Doesn't even bother pulling out, he will just collapse right on top of you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On you, he loves your boob's and thighs. Both are so squishy and soft, he likes anything he can just grab.

On him, he likes his hands. He likes what he can do with them, finger you, hold you, have you suck them. Very versatile

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He likes it messy, although hates the cleanup. Would only cum all over you if he knew he had the energy to clean you up. I also think he's very paranoid on getting you pregnant so to be safe he cums in the condom a lot

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Is down to be pegged. Dude can't say he likes water squirted up his ass and doesn't want a strap!! He's just to humiliated to ask

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He's had a few girlfriends and sexual encounters in the past. He doesn't peg me as the one night stand type so all of his past partners have been from relationships. Safe to say he knows what he's doing, isn't an amateur

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary. I think he said it on the SDP but even so, he likes the intimacy that comes with it. He gets to kiss you, look into your eyes, hold you, just very sweet

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

It depends on the mood. He can definitely be silly but for the most part, sex is usually serious, not the type to just crack jokes during

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He's got hair, but he keeps it maintained. He's a pretty hairy person, so trying to keep it complete bare would just be a hassle, so it just trims

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

I think he's rather intimate. Sex isn't something he just throws around, if he's doing it with you it's cause he cares. Not to say all encounters are long drawn out acts of passion, but he shows his love through small acts and service

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Before you guys started dating, he would jack off about once a day, but now he's with you, maybe only once a week. He only does it when he's up really late from editing and needs to blow off steam, but doesn't want to wake you up

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Tbh I don't see him being into to many kinks. I think he's a pretty vanilla guy. Maybe a little degradation, and chocking but nothing crszy

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Almost ways at home. He doesn't like the risk of getting caught so he will usually save it for when you guys are in the safety of your home, but once behind those doors all bets are off. Every surface has been tainted

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You doing mundane things turns him on BAD. doing the dishes, folding laundry, scrolling on your phone. Dude just wants you bad

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He absolutely will not put his hands on you. No slapping on your face, he finds it so dehumanizing, he is willing for a few soft spanks on the ass but nothing that will ever leave a bruise

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

BOTH. he's such a munch dude can eat you out for HOURS. It's a stress relief for him. And he can skullfuck the shit out of you, use that mouth to good use (I'm so sorry for that phrasing it's just so funny to me)

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He pegs me as the kind to do slow deep thrusts in the beginning, but the closer he gets the faster and rougher he will go

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He's usually down for a good quick, bit never in public. Only down if it's right before he has to record or before you guys have to leave the house.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He's willing to try anything you want to try, as long as it doesn't cause you any harm. He is OK with rough things, but wouldn't forgive himself if he went to far

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He's a one round guy. I'm sorry he just seems like once he cums dude is done. You gonna have to give him maybe 10 minutes before another round

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Not really. He's got a cockring, but for you he just prefers to do the work himself. He has gotten you vibrating underwear and sometimes makes you wear them around the house to see you struggle cause he's such a tease

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He likes to tease. Will finger you, then eat you out. It's mostly because he knows once he cums he's tapped out so he tries to satisfy you as much before he enters you

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He's a moaner, very vocal. He's a little ashamed so ge tries to hide it but the longer he's with you he opens up more and you get those delicious. Moans in your ears

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He sniffs panties. No further elaboration

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

6 inches, a little thick, curves to the left. Pink tip

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Its pretty high but he can control it. He's always down for sex but won't pursue every urge

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Right after cumming, dude dies

[ohbabydollie]

Y'know that thing Austin and Schlatt do whenever they irl stream, they see each other and one of them begs for a kiss or just says "C'mere" and they start making out and one day during an irl stream where everyone is drunk asf

y/n perks up from her seat and watches Austin and Schlatt fake make out for the nth time and yells "ME NEXT ME NEXT!!!" Everyone laughs it off until She stumbles drunkenly and points to her lips, "My turn!!" And Schlatt just smirks like a psycho and they start ACTUALLY making out and everyone on stream starts screaming and laughing, saying shit like "OH THEY'RE ACTUALLY... CUT THE CAMERAS!!!"

and Schlatt stares straight into the camera and says "Nah, keep it rollin' wanna get home and rewatch this millions of times." (Maybe he even mumbles in your ear how he'd pump one out while rewatching the clip)

i got an ask similar to that so i’m killing two birds with one stone

“actually, before we do” austin walks over to schlatt, kissing him drunkely

you look over and gasp “when’s my turn?” you say getting up excitedly as schlatt chuckles

“come ‘ere” he says laughing, pulling you towards him

what you expect to be a quick little peck on the lips turns into a make out, schlatt pulling you in closer, groping at you softly.

you let out a soft gasp and he take the chance to slip his tongue in

everyone around the two of you are freaking out, laughing with small shouts of “no way” and other words

that is until someone yells “cut the cameras”

schlatt parts from you, you take it as a sign to go but he keeps an arm on your waist

“nono, keep ‘em rollin, i need somethin to pump one out to” he says grinning and going in a for another kiss