#mcyt schlatt

[if-you-feel-lonely]

GINGERBREAD HOUSES WITH SCHLATT I BEG OF YOU!!

ask and you shall receive :D can be seen as platonic or romantic!! it's not meant to be romantic, but you can perceive it however you like ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Lonely's Advent Calendar - Day Two!

Prompt: Gingerbread houses

TW: Swearing, mild sexual joke

Event masterlist (discontinued)

"Build a gingerbread house on stream" they said. "It'll be fun!" they said.

They lied. They lied so so so much.

"That looks like shit." Schlatt said blandly.

"Oh my god, shut up, this isn't about you." You replied in a fake, exaggerated, angry tone. You looked at the camera with a deadpan look on your face. "Men, am I right? All about them." You sighed dramatically.

In all fairness, he wasn't wrong. The walls were falling to bits and the icing was incredibly smudged. From all the failed attempts at trying to fix it, the house had become more icing than gingerbread.

"That's me at midnight on the first of December," he grinned, earning a loud smack on the back of the head.

"What would Pope Francis say?" you shook your head at him, still trying to fix the monstrosity that was your current gingerbread house.

Said cardboard figure had been temporarily stationed in the kitchen. Schlatt turned to him with a thousand-yard stare.

"I've been thinking," you began.

He swiftly cut you off. "Don't hurt yourself."

"I'll hurt you in a second, if you keep this up." You glared at him playfully. "But I've been thinking, and I now have a plan, and a very good one at that."

You began to enact your plan whilst he watched in a mix of fear, judgement and confusion. The walls no longer stood tall - now fallen over to lean on each other, with the roof pieces been broken into two pieces each. Then came the strawberry laces that were haphazardly thrown over the gingerbread men, which all had a variety of clothing. One had a poor recreation of Charlie's first merch hoodie, one had Tommy's signature red and white shirt, and the final one was split in half, black and white with no added details.

"What is this scene?" He asked, laughing.

"Gas explosion." You deadpanned, staring into his eyes. "Not everybody gets a good Christmas, Schlatt."

"What's wrong with you?"

[jambosjester]

<> Casino Royale <> Jschlatt Smut <>

heyy you horny bastards it's been a while !!! lifes been busy and i haven't had much time for hobbies like writing uhhh. jschlatt fanfiction. LOLOLOL. anyways, ive been listening to Waking Up in Vegas by Katy Perry on repeat now for the past like 2 weeks and ive been inspired to write something about it. so, enjoy some jschlatt smut in a casino xoxo

You don’t know how you got here. In the span of a month, you had gone from dirt poor, to a filthy rich gambler. You and your boyfriend, Schlatt, only had about a quarter to your names. You scraped through life by stealing food off hotel room service plates. One night, Schlatt had the idea of using the hotel slot machine with the last quarter you guys had. It was a stupid decision, yeah, but you didn’t give a shit at this point. You really didn’t have anything to lose. 

So he put the quarter in the slot machine.

The machine clicked for a second, until the pictures started to spin. First symbol the machine stopped on? Seven.

Second symbol? A seven. At this point, both you and Schlatt were shitting your pants.

Third one? Another seven.

You had won the jackpot. 

Everything else was a blur until now, in a high stakes poker match, rooting your boyfriend on. He was playing against some of the most world renowned gamblers. This included a man with a scar named Quackity and a man in a hogs head named Techno. Both were extremely handsome and intimidating. You didn’t understand how Schlatt didn’t break under the pressure of just their stares. 

The room was deathly quiet, other than the buzz of the lights and the sound of cards being put down. Schlatt took a puff of his cigar, and put his last card down. A wide grin spread across his face, and he stood up. 

You had no idea how to play poker, or if he was winning until now. He shook the two other men’s hands, exchanged information with the dealer, and whisked you away into the limo. That’s where he told you.

“Babe,” he let out a sigh and a chuckle, “we just won 8 million dollars.”

“WHAT?” You screamed and laughed in joy. Hugging him in a frenzy, you could feel him smile into your neck. God, he was the most perfect guy in the world.

When you two returned home, Schlatt popped open a bottle of champagne for the occasion. Clinking glasses, you sat on his lap while drinking and enjoying the view of your glitzy and over the top penthouse. 

You had felt his hands on your waist but thought nothing of it, just enjoying yourself in the moment. That was until he started to move you ever so slightly on his crotch, with his head in the space between your neck and shoulder. He puffed lightly, trying to gain friction from the small movements. You caught on pretty early, letting him move you back and forth with ease. You dipped your head down, kissing his horns gently. He growled, and stopped moving you. Instead, he bounced you onto his now hardened length twice. You gasped and moaned in surprise.

“Babyy,” you whined, “Please.”

“Please what?” He chuckled and kissed where his head layed. 

“Pleasee, fucking rail me Schlatt..”

“At your command, my love..” He flipped you over at the sound of your begging. Biting and sucking at your neck, Schlatt left multiple hickies in his wake. He ground into your waiting heat, leaving you wanting him inside you. Real bad. You could feel his entire length against your folds, and it drove you crazy. 

“Schlaaaatt,” you whined, “Please, fuck me…”

“Fine, needy brat..” He bit your neck hard and you whimpered. At the same time, he started to unbuckle and pull down his dress pants. You ran your hands over his chest, separated by his shirt and tie. You thought it was extremely hot, getting fucked while he was still dressed in his suit. Shuffling slightly, you rid yourself of the dress you were wearing. When you looked back at Schlatt, he had his head tilted back while jerking off slowly. 

The sight almost made you cum on the spot. 

You grabbed him by the collar, and kissed him passionately. He layed you both back down onto the couch and lined his throbbing cock up to your entrance. Entering you in one fluid motion, you both screamed out each other's names. He wasted no time pounding into you, shaking the whole bed. He whispered dirty thoughts into your ear between every thrust.

“Fuck… My petite little trophy wife.. So tight and submissive for me..” 

You were coming close to your high, and could feel that he was too. You wrapped your legs around his waist, and grabbed his horns. He cursed, and shoved himself as far as he could go inside you. Screaming as you came, he gave shallow thrusts to allow his cum to reach as far in your womb as it could go. 

“Fuck… You’re so amazing..” He gave gentle kisses to your newly formed hickeys and bites, coming down from his orgasm. 

“Haah, I love you so much, Schlatt..” You breathed heavily, already drifting off to sleep.

“I love you too, Y/N.. Sleep well.” He gave one final kiss to your forehead and spooned you from behind. At some point, he fell asleep peacefully as well.

[lilyminer]

Here’s pumpkinduo in this weird fine-tipped marker style I’ve been vibing with.

[fridgrave]

my best friend really likes wilbur's look after ressurection so i was inspired to draw revived!sweater duo. they both are so fun to draw, my two favorite white dilfs

[aceofthesea]

big catch 🐟

[hatchetislostpog]

Y/N: I don’t even flirt that much.

Tommy: Oh really? *stands up* Raise your hands if you think you’re dating Y/N.

Wilbur: *raises hand*

Quackity: *raises hand*

Schlatt: *raises hand*

Niki: *raises hand*

Charlie: *raises hand*

[scivious]

wilbur and schlatt and water

[curseds-spamblog]

The only minecraft server with no pedophiles!

[slxtmeri]

hi love <3 thinking about being a good house wife for jschlatt <3333 all the feminism leaving my body rn

star ml you are so real for this... this is a good fic idea... SHOULD I WRITE A SMUTSHOT??

anyways maybe i will but for nows headcanons mwah

- cooking things for him while he is recording/streaming, bringing them in to surprise him

- he buys you cute aprons as gifts, sometimes they'll have cute engravings like "jay's wifey" or "jay's fucking property"

- if you take extra time to clean or organize a specific area, he DEFINITELY notices. his eyes will light up as he pulls you in for a kiss

"you did such a good job, baby!"

- takes you out for dinner after a long day of spring cleaning, or other housework

- in addition to you being a good housewife, he'll do his best to help out. sometimes you'll walk in to find him folding clothes you were in the middle of doing, or maybe he serves you breakfast in bed.

- had to do one horny one

- bends you over the counter while you're in the middle of cooking/cleaning

"jay... the food..."

"shh, sweetheart. be a good girl and let me fuck you, hmm?"

[purplifield]

‘S too big!!

You say when all he got in was first two inches. He chuckles looking at your fucked out face: lips fallen apart, eyes dazed and unfocused, cheeks flushed.

“Oh you can definitely take it, ya lil slut” he teases in your ear. Your wrists are above your head, held down by his one hand. So you can’t do anything than arch your back, while his other hands roams around your body.

You let out such loud whimper, when you feel him slide in further. Your head gets fizzy. “Slow down, please” only to understand, he was slow, you just had to handle it. He seemed to stop, and it have you hope “You’re all in?”

“Just a lil more, my girl” you open your eyes, only to see his expression change out of nowhere “I can make it faster” He chuckles.

You fail to say something, all you can do is scream out his name, since he thought it would be a good idea to just snap his hips forward and push rest of cock in your pussy.

“It’s too big it’s too big!” He mocked “and you took it all in”

Schlatt; Hobie Brown; earth8 Miles Morales; George Not Found; Sapnap; Foolish gamers; Bakugou… and your irl crush;)

[soul-sand]

Inktober Day 30: Grave

story-teller

[keyslox]

MYYYYYYYYYYYYY WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY

[alastrrz]

possessive schlatt. that’s the request.

VOUUUCHH GOOD RQ

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ。 possessive ; schlatt

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genre; just barely fluff, gets just a TIIINY bit suggestive

type; headcanons

read below!

Schlatt is pretty easy to get possessive of you. Especially in public settings.

Sees some other guy looking at you? His arm is wrapping around your waist or just a little too close to your ass, because he's that kind of guy.

He'll walk with his hand in your back pocket.

If he sees someone else talking to you, quick to hit you with "Sugar, this guy bothering you?"

Super quick to leave hickies or marks on your neck so anyone and everyone else knows that you're his.

Totally buys you a necklace or a bracelet with a 'J' on it so he's always claiming you even when he's not physically there with you

This one's a subtle one, but he always calls you 'My baby' instead of just baby.

This goes for almost any petname, he'll slap 'my' in front of any petname he uses for you.

He's always possessive in subtle ways, even if no one else is around for him to show his possessiveness.

[mcyt-cats]

baby jambo pics from snapchat :>

baby jambo...

[aceofthesea]

teach a man to fish...

[420technoblazeit]

does anyone remember that theory someone made that the book c!dream made a deal with schlatt for was the script for the lore. and that's why he became so obsessed with narratives and main characters or whatever, he knew that he wasnt the main character of the story and that tommy was