#schlatt x y/n

[ohbabydollie]

Teacher Schlatt BUT also the coach of the baseball team

Reader would always bring the best snacks for the team. Treat them to food or ice cream whether they win or lose

Schlatt shows off his skills in front of his partner whenever he has the chance. Whenever the players make fun of him for it, he adds an extra lap for their warm up

- 💌 anon

You love the team like your own mini family

You’re like the fun parent of the team and Schlatt is the strict parent

When you have the free time to go to the practices Schlatt takes the chance to show off infront of you

It annoys the team to no end and they always take the chance to embarrass him (which occasionally works if they’ve been slacking and Schlatt thought to go easy on them)

So he makes them run extra laps the following practice if they succeed in humiliating him

the players tease him, making kissy sounds and asking if they’re gonna practice or if he’s going to be showing off the entire time

You always bring them snacks and drinks after practice if you weren’t there during

If they spot you before Schlatt does, it’s immediately “ohhh Mr. Schlattttt, here comes your little loverr” followed by a chorus of oooooos

If you end up calling him during practice, he’s tries to stay as quiet as possible, moving away from them and covering his mouth as he mutters into the phone before someone calls him out on it

“IS THAT MISS/MISTER L/N, CAN WE SAY HI?”

He says no and tells them to go warm up instead, queue 15 minutes later, after nonstop whining and begging he lets them go in a line greeting you

You always attend games!!

On schlatt’s arm as you cheer on your team, win or lose

Getting them ice cream after if they’re home games

Faraway games, you’re traveling with a bunch of teenagers and your boyfriend on a small school bus

even though Schlatt insisted you could just meet them there, but you said it would be the same

Hyping up the team as you’re getting there

You even made them a playlist and little goodie bags for the team

Schlatt says you don’t have to do it, but you do it anyways

Schlatt always tells them that he’ll get them something quick and cheap for dinner on away games but without a fail, they end up being treated to a nice dinner and dessert

If the team sees you going to pay for it, they start dogging on Schlatt for it

Schlatt’s wallet suffers for it

he’s not going to let his ego be crushed by kids half way through puberty

Win or lose, you’re always there for them

Ik I haven’t posted in a while, I’m sorry 😞😞

[squinch-depraved]

I was watching a chuckle sammy episode today and there was a part where Schlatt said he would hire a hot secretary just to keep him company. I'd love a story about that if you're willing.

The episode is the zodiac one the part I'm referring to is exactly 1 hour in.

this is reallllly yummy i hope i did it justice for you

it was supposed to be just a joke. just a bit for the podcast, a few sentences about hiring an attractive secretary and nothing more. but they stuck in schlatt's mind and hung heavy over him for the rest of that night. he really was lonely. and ted had a point, hiring someone to just be around (and look pretty) was looking like a better and better idea every second. so he finished off his bottle of benedictine, not that there was much left, and tossed it to the side, stretching out further on the couch while he pulled out his phone and set to work searching for an assistant.

it wasn't long before ted heard about his search, and the two men bantered in a call for a few minutes about it before the older of the two stopped his jokes to suggest, "no, but for real though, i have a friend who just moved back to new york, you might remember her, she was on the set for this past chuckle week helping in the background. y/n?"

schlatt's pupils dilated and he took in a breath. "yeah, i remember her," he replied coolly. "thought she was in school though?" he played with something on his desk.

ted lit up. "yeah, she's studying, but i'm sure she'd be willing to work something out with you." his voice was laced with knowing. he had seen the way schlatt sized you up the first time he laid eyes on you, the way he could never meet your gaze and how he always looked to you first when he made a joke. "i'll send you her info, you should reach out, man. she'll be happy to hear from you."

that last line was the only reason schlatt did it. he cursed himself for letting ted convince him now that you were here in front of him. you had been invited to a coffee shop to discuss the job details, and when you finally showed up, he looked incredibly uncomfortable sitting at a small table. but you sat down in front of him, smiling up at him and pushing your glasses up on your nose.

"hi schlatt!" you greeted him, reaching out to shake his hand. he gripped you a bit too hard and grimaced when you made a small noise, shaking your hand out when he let go. "thank you so much for the opportunity, i was really worried i wouldn't be able to find a good job for a while with my school going on and everything."

he nodded hastily and pushed a pastry he ordered for you towards you on the table. you smiled and yanked it towards you, beginning to eat as he spoke. "basically, i just need you to get any random tasks i need done, done. just, paperwork, if there ever is any, usually it's all digital, uhh, anything that slips through the cracks. i just need someone to be there and make sure my shit is taken care of."

you raised a brow. "sounds like you need more than an assistant," you responded with a smirk. his face reddened and he looked away, trying to shove down the thoughts of why you were really here. you were making a joke, but it wasn't funny to him. not when you didn't know you were right.

"shit, i'm sorry schlatt, i didn't mean to insult you-"

"'s fine. not insulted. i need you in the office whenever i'm there, sometimes i get work done at my apartment, so here's a key to both. feel free to get your own shit done whenever you're working unless i need you doing something. pay's fifty an hour. can you start today?" he slaps two keys down onto the table as well as two addresses written down on a half-crumpled napkin. you stare up at him in shock before snatching the keys and paper.

"fifty bucks an hour???" you whisper-screamed at him before the startled look on his face pulled you back into reality. "what about this job is worth paying me that much? i'm accepting it, no takesies backsies, but why so much, schlatt?" you tilted your head at him as you asked.

he scrambled for an answer to your question that wasn't "i want to spoil you until you can't think of anything else in the world you want," but when he opened his mouth to talk, nothing came out. you sighed and answered his previous question instead.

"yeah, i can start today. let's go ahead and get to work, boss," you said, standing up and collecting all your school stuff you brought in with you. "take me somewhere i can dump my stuff!"

weeks passed, you fell into rhythm with his fucked up schedule easily, quickly learning when to fetch him more caffeine and when to take away his alcohol. you kept him organized, boosting his productivity and helping him with almost anything he needed. you learned a few days in the fifty an hour was for no good reason other than maybe ted had told him you were struggling to pay for school (he hadn't) because most of your job was sitting at another desk, sometimes in the same room, sometimes separated by walls, parallel playing with schlatt as he filmed or streamed or edited or did whatever he needed to do while you worked on schoolwork or a fun hobby you were into. you were being paid to do minimal office work, study and relax, and best of all, care for your hot boss. he loved when you called him that, boss, it always made his cock twitch and his brain flood with thoughts of you under him.

the worst part of the job was how attracted you were to him. it made doting on him inevitable when your whole source of income was reliant on you making sure he was "taken care of." he noticed you acting more lovingly for the first time when you brought a water bottle to his desk while he was editing and massaged the back of his shoulders before mumbling, "you need to take a break and stretch soon," and leaving the room. he was stunned, skin burning under his sweater where you touched him. secretaries don't do that. he quickly opened up his messages with ted and began typing.

"dude. i fucked up. shouldn't have hired y/n. help." every sentence was a different message. moment later, ted eased the pounding of schlatt's heart a bit by replying.

"what happened??"

schlatt typed quickly. "she massaged my shoulders idk man i can't think around her"

"oh dear heavens, the damn harlot massaged you?"

schlatt didn't dignify that with a response. a few moment later, ted typed again.

"she's really into you dude, you should go for it. i promise she's not the type to sue you if it doesn't work out"

his main fear erased, he closed the chat and got off the computer, heading to find you in his apartment kitchen, going over the schedule for the days to come. music played from a speaker on the counter, and you paused it when you saw him come out.

"sorry, was it too loud?" you asked, looking up at him.

"nah," he shook his head. "you've been workin' for me for a few months now, y/n," he began.

you started shaking your head, backing up into his fridge. "schlatt, please, no, i need this job," you started to babble.

"shhh, nonono, not that at all, doll," he assured you, gliding across the floor to caress your cheek. the pet name made your stomach turn as you let him cup your face. "was gonna say somethin' else."

"what is it, then, boss?" you batted your lashes at him. he inhaled sharply and kissed you, absorbing the high pitched moan you let out. when he pulled away, you flicked your eyes down from his to his mouth and back up to meet his gaze before pulling him back in.

he tasted like whiskey, and he growled against your neck when you slid your hands under his shirt. "hired you just to keep me company but i can't keep my hands off you, doll." the nickname made you nervous for the second time that night.

"then don't keep 'em off me," you panted, puling your shirt off over your head and adjusting your skewed glasses. he drinks you in, inhaling the scent of your perfume (that you recently had to buy another of because he stole your first bottle to smell while he pumped his thick cock in his hand whenever you were gone). after a moment, he peeled your leggings off and picked you up, setting you down on the counter before he kneeled between your legs and looked up at you for permission to begin tasting you. you nodded, running your fingers through his brown curls while he started to lick and kiss at your cunt. much to his enjoyment, you didn't hold back your noises, letting your moans and cries bounce off the echoey walls of his apartment.

he slid a finger in you as he sang praises about how good you tasted for him, working his way up to two, and eventually three. you were crooning about how amazing he felt, knotting your fingers deeper into his hair and pulling it when you felt your high getting close, which made him moan directly onto your clit. you clenched your thighs around his head and ground down onto his face as he drew an orgasm from you.

once his face was thoroughly soaked with your juices, he pulled away and came up to kiss you for a bit before pulling you off the counter and spinning you around.

"i promise i'll fuck you properly, in a bed, next time, i just gotta have you now, toots." he bent you over the counter and slid his pants down, stroking his length a few times before slowly pushing into you. you both moaned, adjusting to each other, and he started thrusting, gripping your hips fiercely as you shrieked and adjusted your glasses again, to no avail because you were being shaken and throttled like a toy.

"god, you're so good!!" you screeched, moaning further when he smacked your ass in response.

"fuck, you look so cute, bent over on my counter like that, lettin' me use you like the good little assistant you are," he snarled. you let out a guttural whine at how hot he sounded. "you're so good at assisting me, baby."

your knees began to buckle and he grabbed you tighter to help hold you up.

"almost there, toots, c'mon. doin' so good."

you cried out one more time and his pace quickened, growing unsteady as he got closer to finishing. he thrust forcefully a few more times before pulling out to come all over your back and ass.

quiet settled over the kitchen as you both panted, and you heard him quietly snap a picture of you with his seed all over you before he grabbed a paper towel and began to clean you up.

"sorry," he mumbled.

you shook you head and turned around to kiss him. "can i stay the night?" you asked him.

he nodded, relieved, and slipped his pants back on.

"can i get paid for it?" you looked at him with a sly expression, glasses smudged.

he laughed. "absolutely."

[jamiehe4rtsmen]

-> side dish ! : "man shit"

tldr ; seems like someone liked the movie more than he thought he would... -> a / n : i <3 this movie, it's so delusional hopeless romantic core. also sorry its soso short! school is KICKING my ass !! 💌 : mixtape to this fic ; beginning middle end by leah nobel (from the to all the boys i've loved before soundtrack)

,, yo, what're ya watchin' ? "

,, re-watching to all the boys i've loved before, " you chirp, snuggled up on the couch, petting both of the cats as they lay on your chest and stomach. he'd been wondering where the cats were as he streamed, and he'd strolled into the living room watching you with practical heart-eyes as you intently watched your movie, your whole body leaning forward as you hung onto every word.

,, that's such a girl movie. " he scoffs, crossing his arms as jambo hops off the couch, standing at his feet before he picks jambo up, holding the cat to his chest like an overprotective mama bear.

,, nuh-uh! my dad watched it with me growing up! " you argue weakly, mirroring his movements as you crossed your arms as if to prove a point.

,, yeah, and he was probably thinking, 'damn, i can't wait until my kid turns this shit off so i can go watch sunday night football and drink a beer. can we turn on a real movie, like american psycho?"

immediately you grimace, your tongue sticking out childishly. ,, eugh, no! that movie's nasty - there's just blood, blood, blood. there's no way you actually like that movie. "

,, it's a like, take on modern societ- " he started rambling on one of his famous filmbro rants which definitely were 100% not searched up on the internet by him with some version of 'how to look cool' and 'what films to like to impress your partner' and 'do people really like american psycho', unbeknownst to you.

you tried to interject, ,, bullshit- " but schlatt was a man, if not a determined one.

,, - and there's no way you actually like THIS movie! it's basically crack in a romcom, it's so cliché." he finishes, huffing and throwing his arms up, exasperated like a toddler sick of his first day at kindergarten.

,, just give it a chanceee, " you whine.

he grumbled something along the lines of being a man and how american psycho would be so much better, but despite his hatred for the 'girly' movie he stood in front of the tv, his arms crossed, huffing and grumbling - asking questions periodically such as "wait, who's josh again?" or comments such as, "man, this gen gal is a bitch - this is a romcom, right? do they kill people off in romcoms? can we kill her?" and praising peter kavinsky like, "yeah peter, you the man", or "yeah peter gettin' pussy!" ("jay, shut the fuck up!" you exclaimed after the fifth bro-comment along the lines of "get the girl, peter!" & "damn, he's the whole package." "jay, do you have a crush on peter kavinsky?" "shiiit, maybe i do! hey, can peter kavinsky be my hall pass?")

and in the last scene, to your surprise, he laughed, his eyes wide as he shook you back and forth. ,, peter got the girl!"

,, hm, seems like someone was paying attention. did you like the movie?" you tease, smirking, putting your hands behind your head as you kicked your feet up, studying his excited, giddy expression that the movie had a happy ending where his "boy" peter got the girl.

he instantly puts on the tough-guy facade, scoffing and guffawing as if that were ridiculous, but he mumbles under his breath,

,, maybe. dont tell anyone though, it'd ruin my image. "

divider credits to the lovelyyy @strangergraphics-archive. divider makers out here savin' lives 🙌

[mister-sandwich]

IT IS TOO EARLY TO THINK ABOUT THIS. FHDHDHSJKSM—

[pequins]

are we perhaps objectifying a bit too much by saying you wake up every morning craving schlatts cock. are we perhaps saying the quiet part out loud

he is my pretty little object and i shall use him as i please

[renranram]

Maid dress

nsfw!!

schlatt jerking off to reader while she's streaming, obvi inspired when j bought wenston some maid outfits and people were calling him his sugar daddy lols

a/n ; 886 words :)

reader flaunts herself at the camera, spinning whilst she tries on the maid outfit schlatt had bought her, " chat, do i look pretty? " she smiles as she assembles the outfit

meanwhile schlatt was on the call with her, eyes immensely focused on her live stream, " jesus fuck, you look worse " he mutters as reader glares at him through the camera

" well, you bought this for me, so maybe it's not me who's the problem " she rolls her eyes at him as schlatt chuckles, not taking his eyes off his screen once

the two had been close friends for over a year now, meeting through, shamefully, the dsmp, the duo are very different ccs on their own, reader being more into makeup and gaming whilst schlatt's varies

ever since they first met on the server the two just sparked a connection, coming off as frenemies for the public, a banter of theirs but exactly off camera, it was a whole different story

schlatt is reader's sugar daddy

at first reader would just joke about being broke, " oh my fucking godd it's so pretty but i dont wanna waste my money ", " that's so fucking expensive ", " okay im broke " until schlatt got tired and actually offered her to be her sugar daddy

at first reader thought it was a joke, a silly new banter for them but nope!, every week, new parcels would arrive on the streamer's doorstep with small notes, but chat doesn't know that, chat doesn't need to know that

" fine, ill get you a new one done " he mumbles, as he scrolls through amazon, " anime french maid apron lolita fancy dress cosplay costume furry cat ear gloves socks set " he reads out the title causing reader to chuckle as they wear the stockings for the uniform

" oh it comes in pink " he added as reader smiles, " i like pink " she replies as schlatt scoffs, " of course you do "

as the girl sits down on her bed to wear the stockings, schlatt's eyes linger down on her bare thighs, enjoying the view as he leans back on his chair

" do you need something else too? " he mutters as reader gasps, " oh my gosh! you should buy me that uhm... blaire doll thing " she smiles as schlatt shakes his head, " blaire doll thing? " he repeats her, " the fuck is that? "

reader tries to wear the collar to complete the look, " it's like a doll! " she states as she grabs her phone to show off the picture

" that's an ugly looking doll " he mutters, as he gulps, looking down at his now hard on, unironically finding reader in a whole cat maid dress... hot

" more uglier than you are " she retorts as he chuckles, " guess no more doll for you then " schlatt replies, shrugging as reader gasps, now pouting

" im kiddingggg pleaseee buy me one? " she pleads looking at the camera as her live chat speeds up, " .. fuck.. " he groans out, not loud enough for his mic to pick up, him slowly sliding in his hand inside his shorts

" please please please " she continues, as she reads off the chat, " please jschlatt senpai " she bursts out laughing, mentally cringing as schlatt chuckles, " ..fine "

" yay! chat! we fucking wonnn! " she celebrates as she jumps around the frame, clasping her hands together, " we're the best at this shit " she shrugs, smug, unaware that the man she's in a call with is already jerking off to her

" reader.., think im gonna mute for a sec, gotta do something " he mumbles as reader nods, understanding, " bet, im gonna talk with chat for a bit " she smiles, as schlatt immediately mutes himself

" fuck.. what a fucking whore.. i didn't actually think she'd do a stream " schlatt chuckles, amused as he palms himself, as reader did what she said, interacting with her audience

" what a pretty slut holy shit " he chuckles, clearly amused as he bites his lip, his rough hand playing with his dick

" chat i look so pretty right? " reader asks, fixing her hair as chat spams yes, " you damn sure are " he mumbles, as he grabs the base of his cock, using his saliva for lube

" ah fuck, fucking.. so fucking pretty " he breathes out, his body shuddering slightly as he jerks himself off, his eyes never leaving her

" fuck.. fuck.. " schlatt throws his head back as he leans back on his chair, fastening his pace, " stupid fucking whore.. "

he moans out, lifting his shirt up, as he continues to palm himself at the sight of her, he's never gonna buy her those stupid costumes again

or maybe he'll rain her with more gifts, then maybe a flight to texas so she can show everything off to him... maybe

his lashes flutter, fastening his already fast pace as he continues to moan, " stupid fucking slut, .. shit... pretty- pretty whore " he stammers

he can feel his precum leaking as reader talks with her chat, innocent yet suggestive, that stupid maid dress, if schlatt can immediately fly to london, he fucking would, he'd immediately bend her over, not caring if she was streaming or not and fuck her like some animal

" ah fuck! " he moans loudly, his semen, spurting on his keyboard making a fucking mess, " shit... " he groans out

maybe instead of ordering her a new costume, maybe he'll fly her out instead

[manticore-fangs]

im sorry, but. breeding kink with jschlatt.

he has his hands pushing your shoulders into the bed, your ass up and stomach down and facing the bed. your eyelids heavy with arousal and body so fucking sweaty with the way schlatt is pounding his hips into your ass.

you moan so sweetly, and schlatt shushes you. "shh toots. just take it, alright?" he speaks to you with this degrading tone and you just nod your head. "good slut, yeah.. just lemme breed this pussy, yeah? just lemme breed you full. tummy will be bulging with my cum." he says possessively

you moan some 'yesyesyesyesyes's' to schlatt and he just lowly laughs at you. "i know toots, you just want your tummy to be full with my babe. shh.. i know." he lays himself down on your back and moves his hands from your shoulder to your hips.

he starts to kiss your neck sweetly despite his degrading words. "jay- fuck, jay please.. please- fuck." you try to grind your ass back onto him, just needing to feel him deep within you. feeling dizzy with his words of going to breed you.

"i know dollface, i know. just hold on. ill breed you reaalll good. i promise. your gonna look so fucking good with a big tummy and with my baby- fuck i cant wait."

yeah, maybe i do like jschlatt a bit. 😵‍💫😵‍💫

[michibap]

ok so im ovulating and actually fucking tweaking over how big schlatt is hold on

nsfw below the cut

-the worm that lives in my ear will not shut the FUCK up about how there’s a 97.5% chance that he’s stronger than u

-roughhousing and genuinely thinking you have the upper hand one minute, and then the next you’re firmly pinned underneath him while he laughs in your face and it’s like oh

-and maybe it’s a little nerve wracking realizing how easy it was for him to bend you to his will, especially after thinking you’d bested him

-but when you look up at him his eyes are brimming with fondness and he’s leaning down to squish an obnoxiously wet kiss to ur cheek

-giggling and trying to turn your face away, shrieking when he playfully nips at the soft skin

-but u stop laughing bc ain’t SHIT funny about the way he grabs your face to bring it back to look up at him

-big ass hand coming up to grip the sides your your face, fingers digging into your cheeks to force your mouth open so he could slip his thumb between ur spit slicked lips

-pressing the pad of his thumb against your hot, wet tongue before running over the sharp points of your teeth, knuckle grazing against the silky inner lining of your cheek, cursing to himself and bringing his other hand down to palm himself over his shorts

-strong hands easily pushing your thighs out of the way to make space for that big ass head of his

-the rug burn would go ACTUALLY fucking crazy bc that man is a messy eater and i KNOW IT

-shaking his head and shit, hungry growls muffled by your cunt

-forearm pinning your hips to the bed to keep you from squirming away when it gets to be too much, keeping you there until he’s had his fill

-motherfucker doesn’t even come up for air until you’re knotting your fingers into his hair and prying him away from you with a whimper

-he parts from you with a grin, leaning down to give her one last kiss before he’s surging back up towards you, catching your lips in a searing kiss

-smiling into it when you gasp into his mouth at the sensation of long fingers breaching your entrance, taking advantage of it and using the chance to bully his tongue into your mouth

-his groan harmonizing with your keening moan when he crooks his fingers just right

-mercilessly sending you hurtling towards another orgasm, humming with a grin as he feels you squeeze around his fingers

-laughing at you as you whine when he draws them out, wiping them off on his shirt and pressing a parting kiss to your mouth before his hands come to your hips and flip you onto your stomach

-doesn’t even give you the chance to get into position, one hand dragging your hips up while the other settles between your shoulder blades, wide palm pinning your front to the mattress, effectively keeping you arched for him

-you can’t do much more than whine into the mattress and fist your hands in the sheets as you feel his fat head pressing against your entrance, gasping when it finally pushes in

-he throws his head back with a drawn out groan as he presses in, but forces himself to pick it back up so he could set his eyes on where he’s sliding into you

-you yelp when you feel a harsh slap to your ass, whining when he grabs a mean fistful of stinging flesh, though it trails off into a moan when his hips punch forward with another brutal thrust

-once he’s bored of pistoning his hips into your ass, he’s using both hands to grab your hips, moving you back and forth on him, encouraging you to take over

“C’mon, baby-“ he’d hiss through gritted teeth, “fuckin’ take it.”

-he’s more than happy to watch you fuck yourself back on him for a while, but once you start to lose your rhythm he’s locking back in, meeting your thrusts with his own

-little grunts punched out of him every time his hips meet your ass

-usually you'd have to tear the fabric of time and space to get him to pull out, but he couldn’t be assed to grab a condom earlier, so now he’ll suffer for it

-he plays a dangerous game, teetering painfully close to the edge before he’s forcing himself to pull out

-completely disregarding how you whine as you clench around nothing, too busy frantically fisting his cock over you, knuckles bumping the fat of your ass as he struggles to catch his breath

-maybe his free hand comes to spread you open, giving himself a pleasant view before he’s spilling

-tbh idc if u finish or not TBIS ISNT ABOUT YOU

-once he’s satisfied, he’s collapsing on top of you, chest pressed to your back, squishing you into the mattress

-weighted blanket of a man.

-ignores you complaining about needing to pee as he dozes off, nuzzling his face into your hair as he gets comfortable

-whatever bitch u can pee later GOD

jschlatt PLEASE give me a chance king i’ll sign the nda no questions asked I MEAN JT

[trentonsociety]

Take it

Schlatt x reader

Smut, 18+ minors dni!!

Sometimes Schlatt gets into a very particular mood. He loves you, god, he loves you so much but sometimes, what he needs is to fuck you like he hates you. Sometimes he needs it dirty and rough, and sometimes it's cold and calculated.

But damn, if it isn't the best sex you've had.

It's the kind of sex where he doesn't wait, where he wastes no time in getting your bottom half accessible to him so that he can thrust into you, making you take the entirety of his cock in one smooth stroke. He doesn't wait for you to adjust, instead, he smirks at the way your breath leaves your body as he immediately pulls out and thrusts back into you so hard that your body jostles with the force.

For a second, the pleasure-pain is so intense you are physically unable of making any noise. You're left staring up at him, mouth dropped open on a moan that is stuck in your throat, eyes rolling back when he spreads your legs wider to get a deeper angle.

With every deep thrust, he knocks the wind out of your body, you can't catch your breath and you're left pleading with him to give you a break.

"Jay." you gasp, "Fuck- baby, I can't-“

"Shut up an' take it" he growls in your ear, pushing your legs further back against your chest, hips drilling into you, "Be a good girl, and take it for me."

His lips smash against yours, and you whine against him, hands digging into his shoulder blades and down his back, no doubt leaving red marks in their wake.

"Fuck," you moan, nearly screaming when his hand comes to rub harshly at your clit, " can't." you whine.

"Thought you were my good girl?" Schlatt says, voice low and deep and impressively steady for the brutal pace he's keeping, "Don't you wanna be my good girl?"

"Yes," you whine, long, drawn-out and needy, "Wanna be good."

"well" he hisses, biting down on your bottom lip roughly, "then shut up, and fucking take it."

And take it you do, because you are nothing if not his good girl.

[rabbitsrams]

rewatching this sleep deprived video where schlatt keeps talking about tits so i will actually post this thing i wrote when i saw it initially

@light-blue-lace hey im posting it after weeks

nsfw under the cut, minors dni, 18+ only.

so one day you’re just chilling on the couch doing nothing when schlatt randomly asks you:

"can i see your tits?"

you're a bit surprised at how blunt he was being. "uh... why?"

"because."

"uh..."

"please?"

"um, okay." you lift your shirt, thankful you weren't wearing a bra. he looks at them for about 30 seconds, humming in approval and touching them for a bit. after he's done, he removes his hands and you put the shirt back down.

"thanks toots."

"uh huh, no problem..." you're a little confused but frankly quite aroused. like... he's seen them MANY times before. but there was something about him having the urge to see them in a normal mundane setting that was exciting. and him having that same reaction every time.

then he starts to do it more often.

always just straight up asking to see your tits and you always say yes, lifting your shirt and letting him see them.

then you start to walk around the house with smaller and tighter shirts that really show them off and he just loves it.

then one day you spice it up even more and just. walk around shirtless.

and he’s got his hands on them for hours. he just loves how pretty your tits are.

one of them is slightly bigger than the other and he just is absolutely fixated. loves them so much.

sitting on his lap as he edits and they're just in his face and he keeps getting distracted but he doesn't even care 'cause he "just wanted to see some fuckin' titties today."

also sending so many pics of them while he’s away and him saving every single one of them to use for... later...

bonus: so he's recording a drawing game (gartic, skribbl, etc.) for sleep deprived and one of the prompts is just. tits.

so he leaves the room to ask you if he can use yours as a reference (of course you say yes, you know it's just an excuse for him to see them but you don't even care).

the drawing turns out like really good and the boys are like WHOAAAA.....

one of them was like "what was your reference ain't no way you did that from memory" and he just straight up says:

"my girlfriend."

that's how your relationship was revealed lol

[gummysharklover]

SLEEPY !

summary: ᯓᡣ𐭩 it's hard to keep a relationship between two streamers under wraps—especially when you're dating Jschlatt. or ᯓᡣ𐭩 a sleepy schlatt interrupts your stream

notes: ᯓᡣ𐭩 just a stupid idea that came to mind ᯓᡣ𐭩 tooth-rotting fluff ᯓᡣ𐭩 pet names (doll, angel, baby) ᯓᡣ𐭩 gn!streamer!reader (no prns used) plays animal crossing ᯓᡣ𐭩 not proofread! ᯓᡣ𐭩 use of y/n

wc: ᯓᡣ𐭩 seven hundred

You yawn for the seventh time in the past three minutes, and your chat is demanding you sleep. "I can't," You groan, "I need to catch this bug." You've been streaming Animal Crossing for the past three hours, and you do admit how tired you are—you're usually in bed by now, but this stupid bug that you need only comes out past eleven, and you're determined to catch it.

You and Schlatt decided it would be better to keep your personal life separate from your work life. "I just don't want the pressure of having to be happy all the time to ruin us," Schlatt had said. You promptly agreed—you've seen what the media has done to other relationships, and you were in it for the long haul with Schlatt. You didn't need fans or media outlets to speculate on your personal life, claiming that you're in a couple's quarrel, that somebody's cheating, or any of that other bullshit. Plus, you enjoyed the thrill of the secrecy—the stolen glances and the whispers of sweet nothings behind closed doors.

But, recently, keeping up the facade has been more challenging. Both your and Schlatt's fans have been suspecting something, and in the past couple of days, the tag "Schlatt and Y/n" has been trending on Twitter. At first, you panicked, but your lovely boyfriend helped calm you down. He reassured you, saying, "They don't have any proof, Doll. We're perfectly fine."

Then, your chat was flooded with questions; text-to-speech donations constantly asking, "Are you and Schlatt together?" You tried your best to ignore it—to deny the allegations, but you were scared you were going to let it slip.

"Headphone users," You begin as you finally spot the bug, "Turn your volume down, 'cause I'm gonna scream if I catch it… and I'm gonna scream if I don't." You approach the bug slowly, net in hand, "Chat, I swear to God, if you are loud right now, I will kill you. I will find out who you are, and I will go to your house, and I will kill you." But, for once, your chat obeys, and you catch the bug, screaming as you promised. You turn the game off and decide to talk a little before ending. About five minutes in, your chat explodes. It's flooded with

"THERE'S A MAN BEHIND YOU!!!!!"

"SOMEONE'S IN YOUR ROOM Y/N!!!!"

"Y/N WATCH OUT. STRANGE MAN BEHIND YOU!"

You're confused, convinced that this is another prank, and then you see one message, and you know you're done for.

"GUYS, I THINK THAT'S SCHLATT???"

And then, you hear his gruff voice, "Angel, wanna sleep. What're you doin' up so late?" He slurs, evident that he's a little intoxicated. Your eyes go wide as your chat continues.

"THAT'S TOTALLY HIM!"

"SHIP CONFIRMED???"

You finally turn around to see your boyfriend, who's slightly frowning, concern lacing his face. "Doll, you should be asleep by now." He continues. Your heartbeat rapidly increases, and you feel heat rise to your cheeks, "Baby," You begin, "I'm streaming."

Schlatt's obviously too tired to understand the consequences as he teeters over to you. His eyelids are drooping, and you can't help but adore him like this, momentarily forgetting that you're live, your camera's on, and you're not muted. "Angel," Schlatt whines, "Come to bed," He leans down, finally revealing his face, and kisses your crown. You're reminded that you're streaming when a TTS donation comes in.

"Awww," The voice reads out, "Y'all are so cute."

Your eyes widen again, and you swivel your chair back to face your desk. Your boyfriend leans down, laying his arms on your shoulders and resting his chin on your head.

"I gotta go," You mumble, turning off the stream, leaving your audience with hundreds of questions you're too tired to answer.

"Jay," You murmur as you stand up, "They know now. Are you— are you okay with that?" Schlatt looks at you, puzzled, "Who knows what?" You smile and shake your head a little, "Let's get you to bed, sleepy head." "That rhymed," He chuckles, "You're a poet, and—" He hiccups, "And…" "And I didn't even realize it," You finish for him. "Yeah, that's it." He smiles dopily as you guide him to your bedroom.

TY FOR READING BOOKIES :P pls reblog if u liked :3

[ohbabydollie]

jschlatt n a short reader

schlatt likes to laugh at your height, no matter how tall or short you may be, he’s makin fun of ya

he’ll have you reaching for a box of cereal he grabbed and is swinging over your head while you were just trying to have breakfast

“schlatttt!” you whine “give it backkk” he just grins at you “then come and take it”

he’ll make sure to leave things in hard to reach areas for you if you’re mad at him so you ask him to get them down for you

stupid nicknames!!

pipsqueak, tiny, shortcake, pumpkin, etc.

the jokes he makes infront of any and everyone

“audio listeners love ya to death, y/n is now grabbing what looks to be a comically large banana” ted says mid laughter as you do your bit before schlatt speaks up “that’s not the only thing that’s too big for her-” “SHUT UP SCHLATT”

“when i was little-” “you’re still little pipsqueak”

nsfw

he loves pinning you down so you can’t move around

eating you out while pinning you down so the only thing you can do is tug on his hair and cry out for him

“poor baby can’t take it, huh? jus’ one more pumpkin, i promise”

picking you up while he’s fucking you so you’re completely at his mercy and unable to escape

even just holding you in place so you can’t move during sex

“yeah, my poor little pipsqueak can’t move? she can’t handle feelin’ me, huh?”

“shh, just take it pumpkin, its okay, don’t cry, shh just take it”

[maplegracefour]

Two Idiots and a Wedding | Part One

Summary: When the invitation for your cousin’s wedding arrives, and you see that bold ‘+1’ you sigh, remembering the white lie you had told her about seeing someone. You realise that you’re not getting out of it and that you’re going to have to figure something out…

Warnings: None

Word Count: ~845 Words

Author's Note: Here it is! There's more to come and I know it's short, I've just been super busy with work and some family things. But rest assured more is on the way!!

“No, absolutely fucking not.” He says, staring you down as though you had grown a second head.

You sigh. “Please. I’m begging you, Ted already said no!” You look over at him, his brow is furrowed and he’s leaning forward, hands clasped together as he stares right back at him.

He raises an eyebrow at that though. “You asked Ted first?”

Head cocked to the side, you give him a confused expression in response.

A moment of silence weighs heavily between you. You aren’t quite sure if he’s offended that you asked Ted before him. Your eyes plead with him silently, fingers crossed on top of your lap.

“I’ll pay for everything?” You offer. A desperate last offer. “Flights, accommodation, drinks, food. Literally everything.”

He rolls his eyes, leaning back into the couch, a loud sigh escaping his lips. “Fine, I’ll do it.”

“Why did you tell them you had a boyfriend when you didn’t?” He asks you at the airport and you have to try and not let your cheeks flush in embarrassment.

“I just didn’t know what to say when they asked me about a plus one. I panicked.” You explain.

“Right.” He says, not fully convinced. “So, because you were put on the spot, you lied?”

When he glances over at you, you’re looking extremely unimpressed. “I never claimed it was a good idea.”

He chuckles, slipping his headphones back on and shaking his head.

On the flight, you give him a full rundown on the family, and the friends. Essentially anyone who he should already know. You work on a game plan. The closer you get to your destination, the more nervous you become.

“Anything off limits?” You ask. “Any boundaries?”

“Boundaries?” He raises an eyebrow. “Whaddya mean?”

“I mean, like no kissing, no hand-holding. Any names or anything like that?” You explain yourself.

“Oh, no. I don’t think so.“ He shrugs. “Maybe kissing would make things a little weird.” He says. 

You nod, understanding fully. “Kissing is off the table.”

The flight is smooth, thank goodness. And you land safely in the airport. As you make your way to the car hire centre, you notice Schlatt making an extra effort to walk closer to you than usual, your arms brushing often, occasionally even feeling his knuckles gently tap yours as you walk side by side. You choose not to think anything of it.

Once in the car, you make your way to the hotel. Schlatt drives, letting you sit in your nerves in the passenger seat, unsure if it’s making it easier or worse.

Your knee bounces involuntarily, eyes trailing across the constantly moving landscape in an attempt to distract yourself. For a while, you don’t notice Schlatt’s hand resting on your knee, the bouncing immediately coming to a halt.

You turn to look at him, eyebrows furrowing. His other hand is draped lazily on the wheel as he glances back at you for a moment. “I don’t know why you’re so nervous, they’re your family.” He says after a few moments of heavy silence.

“My family that I’m about to lie to constantly for 3 days straight. And I’m a terrible liar.” You note.

“Eh,” he shrugs, like it’s nothing. “People have lied about worse. And it’s okay, I’m a pretty good liar, so we balance each other out.” He gives your knee a squeeze and you pretend not to notice.

Pulling up to the hotel, you notice how grand it is. You’re glad, because it had cost a lot of fucking money.

You both walk into the hotel lobby, Schlatt takes all the bags because ‘that’s the boyfriend’s job’. You roll your eyes in response.

“I’m so sorry, there has been a mix-up with our bookings.” The receptionist says when you reach the desk to book in. Frowning, Schlatt looks at you.

“So, what does that mean?” You ask, eyebrows furrowing.

“The system double booked all of our twin rooms, we have executive rooms available which we can offer to you for no extra price.” She offers, sheepishly smiling up at you. She looks like she’s had a long day, you can’t help but feel a pang of sympathy for her.

You sigh softly, brushing your hair from your face. “An executive room will be fine.” You nod, giving her a sympathetic smile.

You check into your new room, taking the keys and silently, Schlatt and yourself make your way up. You hadn’t heard of an executive room but it sounds fancy.

But as you step into the room, you realise why Schlatt has been so quiet. The room, despite being absolutely gorgeous, only has one bed.

He turns to you, putting the bags down as the door clicks closed. “So, how do you want to do this?” He asks, raising an eyebrow at you.

PART TWO HERE

[ohmymalice]

Schlatt listened in as Charlie, Tucker, and Ted talked. They were talking about what they'd do if their girlfriends (and wife) were mad at them.

"When me and Shae have an argument, which is rarely by the way." Ted looked into the camera with a small grin, clearly lighting up at the mention of his girlfriend (despite mentioning her, himself)

"I usually get her favorite food or watch a movie and we talk—"

Before Ted could even continue Schlatt immediately cuts him off.

"With my girlfriend, I just find her favorite jar of jam in the fridge. Make sure it's tight as fuck so she can't open it so she'll be forced to ask me to open it for her, then we talk it out. " He said with a smirk, remembering as you'd tap his shoulder and mumble about opening the jar for you, an evident frown on your face.

He'd say "Sorry pumpkin, repeat that for me will you?" you groan and practically yell at him to just open the damn thing as he laughs.

They finished up the podcast and it gets uploaded a few days later. Y/n suddenly gets so many notifications from random people telling her congrats and from friends telling her how they're glad you and schlatt were finally public.

"What the—"

"Bubba I said a lil' sumthin' about us on the—"

You practically shot daggers at him.

Guess he'll have to tighten that jar of jam again.

[mister-sandwich]

mmmfkksksmmsmmMMOKAY. Like 5 minutes into the new episode and I’m already being fed I fear-

[pequins]

IRL P0RN VISUALS 🔗

cont : slimecicle , ted nivison & jschlatt .

MDNI NSFW AHEAD

all vids are from twitter , you might have to log in to see them.

( more to be added when i find them )

SCHLATT

a/n : he looks so fucking good in this video im gonna chew on him

schlatt giving you a punishment for being a brat

( LC ) schlatt jerking vid

teasing / c^nt slapping

sub!schlatt org4sm denial

CHARLIE

c^nt slapping

against the desk

size difference

TED NIVISION

f!ngering

p^ssy eating

size difference