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Jschlatt Imagines

(Twitch couple edition)

I'm back with another installment of Jschlatt imagines for y'all! This time I'm writing a hc in which he and his partner mess with each other on stream. You know, being all cute and shit.

Pure fluff and targeted towards gn and/or fem readers. Enjoy!

One day, Schlatt calls you into his room and sits you down to tell you he wants to start streaming together.

You're elated because you realize your relationship has gotten super serious if that means he wants to show you off online

At first you do little things here and there to show that you're a couple, like use each other's headphones or munch on a snack that only Schlatt would eat (that one specific brand of beef jerky).

Chat catches on and teases you about it. You play dumb at first and pretend to be oblivious, but the signs are definitely there

You both decide to up the ante one day. With Schlatt's approval, you wear his NY hat during your stream while he's streaming too.

You blush and try to keep the bit going for as long as you can, but chat sees right through it. Eventually you give in and tell them that you live with Schlatt

Of course they go absolutely batshit and spam your screen. You decide to play Deal or No Deal in celebration. Amidst all the electric energy in chat, a TTS pops up and reads aloud:

jschlatt donated $50!

Give me my hat back bitch

You chuckle and smirk, running your tongue along the inside of your mouth.

“You're gonna have to take it from me, big guy. I'm not prying this thing off my head if it's the last thing I do. Back me up, chat!”

A wave of messages come in and defend your honor. You flip your hair back smugly, running your finger along the brim of the hat to show it off.

All of a sudden, a mysterious tall figure bursts through the door and starts shooting nerf bullets at you. You scream and fall out of your chair, curling up on the ground. Schlatt strolls into the room and rips the hat off your head, bending down and kissing you on the cheek. “Thanks, toots.” And with that he leaves.

Meanwhile, Schlatt's chat explodes as they connect the dots. He returns to his seat and dramatically places the hat on his head, observing himself in the camera and nodding. “Sorry, chat. Had to take care of some business.” He's smirking and laughing maniacally as chat screams over what just happened.

Ever since then, y'all's appearances have become more frequent. Sometimes when you're playing a game or reacting to content, Jay will open your door and throw Jambo or {redacted} into your room if he's had enough of them.

Y'all will have spontaneous nerf gun fights, whether they're on Schlatt's stream or yours. It'll end up with either one of you on the floor, panting heavily and begging for your life or with you running around the house trying to get away.

Your audiences eat up the moments that you're on stream together. They'll make thirst edits and TTS them, causing you to blush and hide behind your hands while Schlatt takes on a more extreme route. “If you do that one more time, I'm banning you, fucker?” He threatens. “Let's get one thing straight. No one can thirst over them as much as I can.” He cocks his fake gun and stares into the lens with a straight face, making you laugh. Oh, that's definitely getting clipped.

Sometimes when Schlatt is streaming, you'll bring him a snack or make him lunch when he forgets. You'll tiptoe behind him and poke his shoulder playfully (fully knowing that he can see you, but it's just fun to tease), placing the plate down in front of him. Sometimes he'll take it and thank you quickly, engrossed in whatever game he's in. Other times he'll swivel around and give you a kiss, encouraging you to stay for a while and hang out.

He'll plop you on his lap and point to the screen, his face lighting up like a kid on Christmas morning.

"Look babe! I got a bullseye. I told you I had good aim." He winks at you and plops an apple slice into his mouth, taking another one and holding it up to you.

You take it in your mouth and bite down, muttering, "Yes, Jay. I see that. Nice job, baby." After a while of jokes and teasing, he'll boot you out of the room and his sarcastic persona will switch on again. "Moment of weakness for my person, chat. Alright, where were we?"

Sometimes when you've been streaming for too long late at night, Schlatt will TTS you with, “come to bed, stupid” or he'll physically walk in there and stare at the lens until you get the hint. You'll sigh and smile, glancing at him and rubbing your eyes. “Alright guys, duty calls. See you in the next one.”

Your viewership goes up steadily each time you stream with Schlatt. It was never about the numbers, but with the way your audience is so invested in your relationship, it makes you want to stream with him more and more.

It also makes living with him a lot more comfortable. Now you no longer feel the pressure to hide when there's a camera around. The tension that once lingered between you is gone, and now you can freely make content whenever you please.

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I’m sorry this isn’t a request..yet but I really appreciate your work, your writing is amazing everytime and I love how you keep it on the border of gender neutral. Thank you so much!!!🙏 thank you fellow shoatt lover

Thank you so much anon!!! This means the world to me!

When I discovered Tumblr last year, creative writing went from something I did in private to something I could share openly and freely with the world. It's been such a great outlet for me and I'm so happy that y'all are enjoying my work!

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Seven Minutes in Heaven

Word count: 2.6k

Schlatt and reader get stuck in a bedroom together :3 What will happen??

Contains some angst, but mostly fluff. I think I'll write another part and include smut 👀😝

Written for fem reader or gender neutral reader.

Schlatt's mouth falls open as we lock eyes across the room.

I choke on my beer and bring my hand up to stifle a cough. The bottle was pointing straight at me.

This can't be real, right?

“You and Schlatt, huh?” Tucker hollers next to me, his grin far too wide for my liking. Our friends in the circle cheer us on, making my cheeks burn up. Schlatt scoffs and rolls his eyes with a smirk.

Oh, it was definitely real.

“C'mon, guys. You're fucking kidding me, right?” Schlatt laughs nervously.

Glad he despises this as much as I do.

Ted shakes his head and points to the bottle in the middle of the room.

“The bottle doesn't lie, man!” He chuckles and glances at me with a devilish smirk on his face. I swear to god, once this is over and done with, I'm gonna fucking kill him.

“Well?” Ted asks dryly. His question is met with giggles and snickers all around us.

I stutter and feel my heart race. Of course Schlatt and I had to join in for the last round of spin the bottle. And of course the last game was fucking seven minutes in heaven.

Just my luck.

Schlatt slaps his knees and stands up from his spot on the floor, his smirk never wavering as he exclaims, “Alright, sweetheart, let's get this over with.”

He saunters towards the bedroom and glances back at me.

“You coming?” I nod and clammer to my feet, following him close behind and trying to ignore everyone's eyes on me. I awkwardly walk into the bedroom with him. My shoulders tense up as Ted shuts the door behind us and locks it.

That damn bastard.

“Alright you two!” He cheerfully exclaims through the door. “The seven minutes start…now!” He claps and shuffles away. I can hear voices giggling in the background.

Rolling my eyes and crossing my arms over my chest, I swivel on my heels to find Schlatt standing in front of me. He has that dumb smirk on his face and a hint of mischief in his eyes. His hands are stuffed in his pockets and his posture is alarmingly casual for a time like this.

My breath quickens as he looks me up and down.

“What?” I glare at him defensively, feeling my face grow hot.

“Nothing, toots. This is just funny. Who knew we'd end up here, huh?” He scans the room before his gaze returns to me again.

“Definitely not me.” I shake my head, huffing and running a hand through my hair.

“Hey, hey. Relax, would you? We don't have to do anything. Jesus.” He scoffs in annoyance, removing his hands from his pockets and running a hand over the back of his neck.

He clicks his tongue and goes over to the edge of the bed, sitting down and patting the space next to him.

“C’mere.” He huffs and glares at me. I'm frozen in place like a deer in headlights. My heart leaps in my chest.

“C’mon, toots. Sit with me.” He repeats sternly, patting the bed again.

I sigh and uncross my arms, sitting next to him and leaving some space between us. I breathe in and out slowly, trying to calm my nerves. I fiddle with my hands and place them in my lap, taking a moment to breathe and survey the bedroom.

The room is dark except for the warm light coming from the bedside lamps. Moonlight creeps in from the window to the left of us, emphasizing the dark blue paint on the walls and the soft grey comforter beneath us. The bedroom is decorated with a few picture frames and a couple of flower vases. Unlit candles are scattered across the dresser. The lamps are placed on either side of the bed, softly illuminating the walls and bouncing off Jay's skin. His usual dry, cocky demeanor fades as he stares off into the distance, his annoyance replaced by an air of quiet contemplation.

I realize that I'm staring at him and I quickly dart my eyes away, feeling that familiar heat rising in my chest again.

I shift on the bed and take in a deep breath. My shoulders relax a little as I look him over once more. His body slumps next to mine, clearly too tall for the short bed. His legs stretch out in front of him, the heels of his shoes digging into the floor, while his hands rest lazily in his lap.

He's such a giant. It's so cute how tall he is for his own good sometimes.

I chuckle to myself, unintentionally snapping him out of his trance. His head whips towards me, a goofy grin spreading across his face. Strands of curly brown hair fall against his forehead, and the stubble on his mutton chops catches in the moonlight, giving him an almost angelic glow.

His voice lowers as he leans down to speak.

“You know, ever since we were friends in high school, you've been nothing but trouble for me.” His eyes are playful, yet carry a hint of something I can't quite piece together.

I roll my eyes and smile. “In what way? Is this your idea of trouble, big guy?”

“No. This was just pure luck.” He gestures around the room and turns back to me. “But I'm just saying, you were so difficult back then. Always boy crazy and dramatic. I can't believe I kept you around for this long.” His words come out dry, but his eyes squint at the corners and the left side of his mouth curls up.

“Hey, for the record, I'm no longer like that. My bachelorette days are over.” I gloat.

“Oh really?” Jay smirks, straightening himself and shifting to face me. His knee lightly brushes against mine, making me shiver.

“Two months ago you were all over Kenan. I told you it was never gonna work out, toots. Someone didn't wanna follow my advice, and look where that got 'em?” His voice is tinged with arrogance. I laugh. He's totally talking about me, that smug asshole.

I throw my hands up in mock-defeat. “Okay, okay. At least I make an effort to go out on dates. When was the last time you even flirted with a woman, big guy?” I lean forward and smile mischievously, challenging his gaze.

“Hey, I have my reasons, okay.” He laughs, jutting his chin forward and pointing at himself. “I'm building my career, and I'm doing a damn good job at it, thank you very much.” He turns his nose up at me, sniffing his mustache.

Oh boy. Jay's cockiness was in full swing now.

He puffs his chest out and his lips curl into a playful sneer. “Besides, I make more money in a month than you’ll ever make in a year, bitch.”

I gasp exaggeratedly and chuckle. “Oh no, how devastating! Too bad I don't give a fuck about money.”

“Well, you better, because you can't come crying back to me when you're all broke and homeless, that's for sure.” Jay snaps back.

I laugh, playfully shoving his shoulder. My eyes light up with a sudden idea. “I've got it!” I sit up straighter, slamming my fist into my palm.

“I'll get myself a sugar daddy so I won't have to work a single day in my life! That kills two birds with one stone. Doesn't it, big guy? That way if I ever do become broke and homeless, you won't have to worry about a damn thing.” I smile at him triumphantly.

He chuckles and raises an eyebrow. “A sugar daddy? Who would be dumb enough to fall for that? I know more billionaires than you can count, sweetheart. And I'm certain they wouldn't even lift a finger for you.”

I laugh and blush, stretching my legs out in front of me and tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. He's really digging into me, isn't he?

“I'll make it work, trust me. Soon you'll be wishing you had the life of a free-loader. Just you wait.” Jay cracks up at my joke and shakes his head, leaning his hands on the edge of the bed.

“You're impossible, you know that?” he stares down at me, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

Jay's left hand takes up the space between us, his pinky brushing slightly against my hip. I swallow and try to keep my composure, staring up at his face with a gentle smile.

The clock on the wall ticks lazily, a reminder of the time slipping away from us. Had it even been two minutes? I couldn't even tell anymore.

His smirk slowly vanishes. He seems lost in thought again, staring down at the floor in front of us.

“What's on your mind, big guy?” I ask, leaning forward to get a better look at him.

He shakes his head and eyes me. “Nothing. Don't worry about it.” He smiles and holds my gaze for longer than expected. I see that twinkle in his eyes again. My heart skips a beat.

I look away and clear my throat.

“You know,” I murmur, my voice lowering. I circle my thumbs in my lap. “I admire how hard you work, Jay. If I had just an ounce of your ambition, I think I'd be in a much different place by now.”

A beat passes and I hear him breathing steadily, considering my words.

“You really think that?” His voice rises in surprise.

I nod and glance at him, catching his cheeks turning pink.

“Well, thanks, doll.” He inhales sharply, his chest expanding. “But, I can't take all the credit, you know. You’re the reason I even have this career in the first place. You've always supported my stupid ideas. Sometimes I wonder who I'd be if I'd just stayed in college with you. I'd probably be way more book smart and less…” he waves his hands in front of him, searching for the right word. “Less of an asshole, I guess.” He chuckles nervously, looking down and fiddling with his hoodie strings. A sort of sadness lingers beneath his words.

My stomach drops as I see his face falling. All I wanna do is kiss him and make him forget all about the regret seething through him.

I bite my lip softly. “Yeah, but, is that so bad?”

His head perks up at my question. He props his elbows against his knees and leans forward, meeting me at eye level.

“I put up with you, Jay. Even if you are an asshole sometimes.” I let out a chuckle and breathe in, choosing my words carefully. “But YouTube is all you've ever wanted. It's all you've ever known.” He nods in agreement, listening intently.

“If you had gone through college and graduated with me, then…” my voice cracks and my gaze wavers. “Then, what would you be living for?” My heart rate picks up and I feel sweat bead on my temples.

I take a good look at Jay. I can see the gears turning in his head. That glint in his eye is back and brighter than ever.

The clock ticks again, this time more daunting than before. The air thickens with tension. Jay's gaze never leaves mine. His expression is soft, contemplative, understanding. It's a rarity to see him like this -- so genuine, so open, and so entirely himself.

He speaks up, voice shaking slightly. “You know what I'd be living for, doll.”

He places a firm hand over mine and gives it a gentle squeeze, temporarily easing the trembling in my fingers.

“You know, don't you?” he whispers.

I swallow and nod, glancing at his thumb brushing over my knuckles. God, I just want to scream.

His eyes sear into mine so intensely that it makes my stomach churn. I can't take the sight of him and snap my eyes back to my lap again. My face burns profusely and my heart pounds in my ears. I can't think straight and I clench my hands tighter under his grasp.

What the fuck is happening?

“Jay…” my voice trails off. I'm afraid. Afraid of what this will lead to. Afraid of what this might entail. We've been friends for so long. We were practically inseparable since the day we met. Yet, when we did finally go our separate ways, something shifted between us. An unspoken awareness of something deeper, a tension that neither of us could ignore. Now, as I sit here, my heart racing and my chest heaving, I'm torn between the familiarity of our past and the uncertainty of our future.

And I knew he felt the same way.

Jay lifts my chin up. My breath catches as he stares into my eyes and leans in.

He brushes his lips against mine, angling my head with his. I whimper softly and deepen the kiss, snaking my arms around his neck and pulling him closer. His hands caress the small of my back, sending a chill down my spine. A tickle grazes my cheeks as his mutton chops collide with my skin. His hot breath fans across my lips and I realize that this is utter perfection. He's all I've ever wanted, all I've ever dreamed of for so long.

Jay pulls back and I blink rapidly, a wave of dizziness washing over me as I try to regain myself.

“Are you sure you want this? Are you sure you want me?” Jay asks, vulnerability dripping through his words.

I bring my hand around his neck to his cheek, grazing my thumb across his facial hair.

“More than anything.” I whisper. He leans into my palm and sighs contently, closing his eyes. I press my forehead to his.

“You know, toots, you're not half bad.” Jay smirks, a low chuckle rumbling through his chest. He strokes my hair, smoothing it flat.

“Is this your way of saying you like me?” I giggle and tilt my head, our noses brushing against each other.

“With every bone in my body, sweetheart.” He smiles and leans in to kiss me again.

We pull back and just sit there, holding each other. The clock ticks on in its methodical rhythm, steadying our heartbeats. Jay squeezes me tighter, gently rubbing my back. I close my eyes and hum softly -- reveling at the quite connection between us.

The door knob wobbles and snaps us back to reality. Ted bursts through the door with his hand covering his eyes.

“Alright, lovebirds! You can come out now!” He stumbles into the room with his arm flailing out in front of him, grasping for air.

Schlatt scoffs and gawks at Ted, dumbfounded. “You can look, you idiot. We're not fucking naked.”

“Phew. Alright!” Ted exhales sharply and uncovers his face. “Have fun, you two?” He teases, eyeing us cuddled up on the end of the bed.

“Fuck off, Ted!” Schlatt and I shout in unison.

“Alright, jeez.” Ted sighs and backs off. “Well it worked, didn't it?” He smiles confidently and shrugs.

He knew all along, didn't he?

Fucking bastard.

I couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all.

Schlatt stands up and takes my hand, dragging me out into the living room and leaving Ted scrambling behind us.

Immediately, we're bombarded with questions firing at us from all angles.

“Did you guys kiss?”

“How was it? Give us all the details!”

“Y'all totally fucked. Spill!”

“So you guys are a thing now, right?”

We just smile at each other and push through our friends to sit on the couch, trying to deflect everything being thrown at us. I blush and keep my eyes on Jay, who's equally as embarrassed.

“Guys.” he grunts, making everyone fall silent. “You can cool it, alright? Nothing happened. Nothing worthy of mentioning, anyways.”

They finally cut us some slack and go back to talking amongst themselves.

Jay sighs heavily and stares down at me, his eyes gleaming with that sparkle I now understand so clearly.

“You okay?” He smirks, a hint of concern flicking across his face.

I nod and intertwine his hand in mine. A comfortable warmth spreads across my chest.

“Yeah, never better.” I exhale and stare at our hands with a smile.

“This is gonna be a long night.”

A/N: This one took me a WHILEEEE! I hope y'all enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it 😘

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Petition for Schlatt to make a cover of Beyond the Sea

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So good!!

the world's unluckiest pretty girl!

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Can you write a short schlatt fic in which the fem!reader confesses her feelings to him on stream or on the SDP -- but totally on accident? And of course he returns her feelings (either on off camera. You choose) Thanks boo!

Accidental Confessions

Pairing: Jschlatt x fem!reader

Word count: 1k

Warnings: none really

Summary: During a chaotic Phasmophobia stream, Schlatt’s relentless flirting leaves you flustered and questioning what’s real.

A/N: hope this is everything you were hoping for!! I’m actually so happy with how this turned out hehe

Your streaming sessions with Jschlatt had become a highlight of your week, and apparently, a highlight for thousands of viewers. What started as a one-off collaboration turned into a weekly tradition that fans clamored for. Schlatt’s relentless teasing, sharp wit, and surprisingly endearing moments always made for entertaining streams.

Tonight’s game was Phasmophobia, you reluctantly agreed to play after weeks of Schlatt goading you on Twitter.

“You ready to cry on stream?” Schlatt’s voice came through your headset as you joined the Discord call.

“More like ready to carry you,” you shot back, smirking as you adjusted your mic.

“Carry me?” Schlatt barked out a laugh. “Sweetheart, you couldn’t carry a flashlight without tripping over yourself.”

“Bold words from someone who hides in the van at the first sign of danger,” you retorted, rolling your eyes.

Out of the corner of your eye you could see that chat was already in chaos:

[Chat]:

• “Here we go again with the bickering couple.”

• “Schlatt’s flirting is so painfully obvious, omg.”

• “They’re gonna kill each other before the ghost does.”

The game loaded, and Schlatt’s teasing began almost immediately.

“Alright, chat,” he said, his tone smug. “Place your bets: How long before Y/N panics and accidentally gets me killed?”

“First of all, I don’t panic,” you said, grabbing the ghost detector. “Second, if you die, it’s probably because you’re too busy flirting with the chat to pay attention.”

“Oh, sweetheart, if I was flirting, you’d know it,” Schlatt said, his voice dropping into a playful drawl that sent an involuntary shiver down your spine.

Your face heated, but you forced a laugh. “Good thing I don’t have to worry about that, then.”

“Sure, keep telling yourself that,” he replied, his smirk practically audible.

You busied yourself with the game, trying to ignore the way his voice lingered in your mind. The two of you explored the haunted house, with Schlatt cracking jokes and occasionally pretending to be scared just to make you jump.

“Y/N, the ghost’s name is Lisa. Think you can charm her into leaving us alone?” Schlatt asked as you stepped into the darkened kitchen.

“Why me?”

“Because you’re the one who keeps telling me I’m bad with women,” he said, grinning. “Let’s see you do better.”

“Fine,” you said, playing along. “Lisa, you’re a beautiful, independent ghost who doesn’t need to haunt this house anymore. Go find some peace, girl.”

Schlatt laughed so hard he almost dropped his flashlight. “Unbelievable. Chat, clip that. I need to save it for when Y/N tries to say she’s the serious one here.”

[Chat]:

• “I CAN’T WITH THESE TWO.”

• “Lisa’s shaking right now.”

• “Schlatt’s laugh gives me life.”

The game progressed, with Schlatt alternating between teasing you and pretending to be scared. When the ghost appeared out of nowhere, he let out a yell and ran, leaving you alone in the dark.

“Schlatt, you coward!” you screamed, clicking you keyboard keys frantically and fumbling for a hiding spot.

“Every man for himself!” he shouted from the safety of the van.

When the ghost finally disappeared, you stormed out of the house and into the van, glaring at Schlatt’s character.

“You are the worst teammate,” you said.

“And yet, you keep coming back,” he replied, his grin evident in his tone.

You groaned, but you couldn’t hide the small smile tugging at your lips.

“Don’t act like you don’t love it, sweetheart,” he added, his voice softer now.

Your heart skipped a beat, but you ignored it, focusing back on the game.

By the time the ghost finally killed Schlatt, you were too frustrated to even pretend to feel bad.

“Maybe if you didn’t spend half the game messing around, you wouldn’t keep dying,” you said, your voice sharper than intended.

“Aw, is that your way of saying you care about me?” Schlatt asked, his tone teasing but his words making your stomach flip.

“Of course I care about you, but I care more about winning,” you said quickly, not even thinking about what you had said.

“What was that?” he asked, his tone shifting slightly. Your eyes widened quickly when you realized what you had said.

“Nothing,” you said quickly, feeling heat creep up your neck.

“Nah, nah, you said something,” he pressed. “Come on, don’t leave me hanging, sweetheart.”

The chat went wild:

[Chat]:

• “WAIT WHAT DID SHE SAY???”

• “CONFESS CONFESS CONFESS.”

• “Schlatt, stop bullying her, omg.”

You groaned, ending the game and pulling up your stream controls. “Alright, chat, that’s it for tonight. Goodnight, everyone.”

The protests from viewers were immediate, but you ignored them, ending the stream and ripping off your headset. Your phone buzzed almost immediately.

Schlatt: Call me.

You stared at the message, debating whether to respond. Finally, you sighed and hit the call button.

“Bit of an abrupt ending, don’t you think?” Schlatt said as soon as he picked up, his tone light but probing.

“You didn’t give me much of a choice,” you replied, crossing your arms.

“Alright, fair,” he admitted. “But seriously, what’s was that about?”

You hesitated, your heart pounding. Schlatt’s teasing was usually easy to brush off, but tonight felt different—more personal.

“It’s just… I don’t know. Sometimes it feels like you’re not joking, and I don’t know how to handle that.”

“What if I’m not joking?” he asked, his voice quieter now.

Your breath caught, your pulse racing. “Don’t mess with me, Schlatt.”

“I’m not,” he said firmly. “Y/N, I’m not joking. I flirt with you because I like you. Hell, everyone in chat sees it. I thought you did too.”

You swallowed hard, trying to process his words. “I didn’t want to assume,” you admitted.

“Well, you don’t have to,” he said, his tone softening. “I like you, sweetheart. I have for a while.”

A nervous laugh escaped you. “You sure know how to make a confession dramatic.”

“It’s what I do,” he replied, and you could hear the smile in his voice. “So… what do you say?”

“I think we should play another game,” you said, a smile spreading across your face.

“Another game?” he repeated, sounding surprised.

“Yeah,” you said. “But this time, you’re not leaving me to die.”

Schlatt laughed, his usual confidence returning. “Deal. But if you keep calling me a coward, I might have to change my mind about liking you.”

“Too late,” you teased. “You’re stuck with me now.”

“Good,” he said, his voice warm. “That’s exactly where I want to be.”

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CAN SOMEONE MAKE SUM FANART OF THIS DUO?? tyyy

also :D im running out of ideas help. if u have any sd or sch related request drawing idea go ahead!!! u can submit it in my profile <:O

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Let me know if you want a combination of these. I can make it happen!

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Beneath It All

Word count: 1.2k

A/N: Kind of a selfish fic bc I had some family issues a while back. Here's some Schlatt bf comfort. Reader is gender neutral. Hope you enjoy!

Content warning: family issues and verbal fighting

The shouts of your family echoed in your ears, pounding in your head and tearing into you. You stand helplessly in the middle of the living room, shoulders scrunched up towards your ears and teeth mashed together as your dad lays into you. It's not like you did anything wrong. A simple miscommunication turned into a screaming match between your relatives. Add alcohol into the mix and the issue only increased ten fold. Everyone is blaming each other, talking over one another like pigs at a feeding trough. Their words cut into you, raising the hair on the back of your neck and making your stomach churn.

Your knees lock as you stand there frozen, unable to think straight as the screams just keep coming. Your dad didn't even let you get a word in. Tears ran down your cheeks like a fountain and your face was on fire. You were so sick of this. Would it ever end?

Your mind drifts to your boyfriend in the other room, sleeping away as you're stuck in here caught up in all this. He had gone to bed long before the room grew tense, long before the alcohol had its effect. That couldn't be helped now because the volume of your dad's cries and complaints only grew louder with each passing second you stayed quiet.

Will you ever get to sleep now? There was no point. The last time your dad started something like this, the memory of his crazy eyes haunted you until the sun came up.

Suddenly, you hear a booming voice come from the bedroom behind you.

“Hey!” You flinch and whip your head around. The room goes silent. Schlatt stands in the doorway of your bedroom, hands on hips and hair disheveled, his face contorted into a scowl. He's wearing his plaid pajama pants and a loose black t-shirt.

“What the hell is going on? It's fucking two in the morning.” You glance back at Jay, relieved by his presence, a calming contrast to the lingering tension in the air.

He knew what your family was like. You had warned him time and time again that they were too much to handle, even for you, but he insisted on meeting them like any good boyfriend would. You told him stories of your asshole dad to try and ween him off the idea, but that only pushed him further. And now you're two years down the line with the same old family problems as before, except now you had an outlet, an escape from everything.

Schlatt ducks his head under the doorframe and calmly walks over to you, pressing a gentle hand on the small of your back. He darts his eyes around the room, taking in your dad's stiff demeanor as he pulls you closer to him. Your dad stutters as Jay's eyes pierce into his, making your dad's head fall in defeat. He could almost chuckle at the way they were all standing there. The cowards. He knew he intimidated them in that moment, putting them in their place -- only if it was for just a second. Good, to hell with them.

“We're going to bed.” He says sternly, sleepyness and anger taking over his words.

Tears sting your eyes as he walks you out of the living room and into the bedroom. He keeps a firm hand on you, never letting go until the door clicks behind you. Jay's grip on the door handle tightens as another string of screams howl from the other side. They never give up, do they? You tense again, your shoulders shaking violently as you hug yourself.

“Baby…” Jay coos softly and looks back at you, his eyes softening as you bite down on your lip, feeling the blood vessels curdle between your teeth. His eyes are etched with worry, feeling helpless as he watches your small frame crumble before him.

“I just want it to stop.” You sob, tightening your grip at your sides and looking down at the floor.

“I know, sweetheart.” Jay unclenches the door handle and turns to hug you, wrapping his big warm arms around your back. You untangle yourself and cry into him, shaking and nuzzling your face into his chest. You hope his shirt can soak up all the tears and pain and hurt from tonight, just so you can wake up tomorrow and pretend like nothing ever happened.

If only it were that easy. This was the reality you lived in when you came home. It was a destructive cycle that never ended.

Jay strokes your hair gently as you cry. He pulls you closer to him with each sob you heave. He hums and rocks you side to side, easing your shaking shoulders slightly as he cradles you in his arms.

Eventually you exhaust yourself, pulling back and staring at Jay's face numbly. He kisses your forehead and wipes the remaining tears trickling down your cheeks. The screaming continues in the other room, except now it’s muffled from your fatigue and frustration.

Schlatt says nothing. He just gently coaxes you into the bathroom and washes your swollen eyes with a cool cloth, running it over the back of your neck, too. For the first time tonight, you breathe out heavily, letting all the pent up air in your lungs go. At least you were fortunate enough to have one person in your life who you love and trust. He stares at you in the mirror as you absent-mindedly brush your teeth. He flips your hair back from your face and tosses it gently over your shoulder, his soft touch lingering on your neck. A small smile plays at his lips as he admires the beautiful woman in the mirror. All you can see is a shell of your former self, a hallow version of the girl you once were.

He kisses your temple slowly, gingerly, lovingly -- until you feel just a little lighter. You put down your toothbrush and turn your head up to his, giving him a weak smile.

This was all that you knew, all that you'd endured for so long. You were worried to death that he'd leave you the second it got too much for him, but no -- he stayed. He's stayed for years, never faltering or backing away from your family's bouts of insanity.

As you hobble to bed with Jay by your side, you feel your chest swell with emotion. How lucky you were to have him, to be with him for as long as you lived.

“Jay?” you ask, mumbling against the pillow.

“Yes, doll?” he stares at you with a smile, his face inches away from yours.

“Why do you put up with all this?”

“Because I love you.” He doesn't hesitate or search for his words. He just says it.

That was enough for you to break down again. But this time, it wasn't in anger or humiliation or sadness, but in joy and gratitude.

A tender finger brushes against your cheek again as your tears flow freely.

“What's the matter, baby?” Jay hums, his warm breath fanning over your face.

You shake your head, your emotions too great to bear. All you can do is crack a small smile, gaze into his eyes and say it back.

“I love you too.”

That night, you drift into a deep sleep in Schlatt's arms, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat soothing you. As you rest, your dreams are filled not with the pain and uncertainty of your family, but with the promise of a loving future with Schlatt.

[jellybell92]

Eyes Wide Open

Word count: 1.5k

Content warning: rough smut, dom Schlatt, degrading language (but gentle aftercare)

Fem!reader, 18+ MDNI!!!

You groggily squinted your eyes up at Schlatt as you feel a pillow hit your face, the slap of the cold fabric jolting you awake from your slumber. Schlatt is hovering over you, frowning as he scans your scrunched face.

“C’mon, toots. Would you get up? It's almost noon.”

You groan and turn your head away from him, ignoring his pleas as you rest your face on the pillow again. It took everything in your power not to shove him off the bed right then and there.

Last night you partied with your friends till 2am. You stumbled home into your boyfriend's arms all drunk and delirious. Schlatt begrudgingly put you to bed after helping you get undressed, scowling at the alcohol lingering on your breath. He wasn't a fan of you staying out late, especially when there were creeps at the bars. You told him countless times before that you were safe with your girls and that you had a buddy system, but he was never convinced. Last night he almost lost his shit when he realized you came home alone. What the hell were you thinking? He was gonna let you have a stern talking to, but that all changed when he saw how much of a stubborn brat you were being.

Schlatt shakes your shoulder vigorously. “Do I have to ask again, bitch?” His annoyance cuts through his words. 

You groan and turn over, keeping your eyes shut as you frown and pull the blankets up over your face. He was probably just in one of his moods. And your headache was only getting worse with his berating. Can't he just let you sleep? It was Saturday. Ugh.

He shakes his head in defeat, taking in a deep breath and running a hand through his hair. 

“Alright. Fine. If that's how you wanna act, so be it.” His New York accent tinges his frustration and makes you shiver under the warm blankets. A few moments of silence go by and the bed sheets ruffle next to you. You thought this was the end of it and smiled triumphantly. Finally, some peace and quiet around here. 

Without warning, you feel a cold rush of air hit your body as the blanket is yanked off of you. Big hands wrap around your middle, making you squeal. Schlatt pulls your waist up towards him. Your ass is now in the air and you're on all fours. Something presses into your underwear, making your eyes snap wide open. 

His voice dangles in your ear, lowering to a husky growl. “Wide awake now, huh?” 

He smirks and digs into your hips, pushing you forward and making you groan. You feel a tight sting on your ass and jump. Schlatt laughs and whines in a mocking tone behind you. “Does my girl need some lessons in bedside manners?” He kneads your sore cheeks while you groan into the pillow. “What'd I tell you about coming home alone drunk, huh, sweetie?” His erection teases your clit through his shorts, making you whimper and arch your back. 

“Sorry.” You mumble through the fabric, scrunching your nose in pleasure. “It won't happen again.”

“What was that?” Schlatt retorts, only making you whimper louder. He pulls on your hair tightly, your head lurching up from the pillow as he bends down to whisper in your ear again.

“Say that again, doll.”

“I'm sorry, baby. I promise it won't happen again.” You whine at his mercy as your scalp tingles. 

“That's it. That's my good girl.” Schlatt then slides your underwear down your thighs, promptly massaging your folds. He pulls your head back just a little more and sinks his teeth into your neck. You cry out and rock your hips against his fingers, begging for more. 

“You're a little slut, aren't you?” he mumbles in between his burning kisses, “disobey me like that again and I'll fucking ruin you.”

His words sting your ears and you moan uncontrollably. 

“Jay, I love you. Please…” the words slip from your mouth.

Just then, you feel something press into your pussy. You squeeze your eyes shut and yelp, your thighs trembling as his tip meets your entrance. 

“That's my girl. Take it.” He grunts and inches forward, filling you up with his warmth.

“Please, Jay. Please!” You beg further as he leans down to squeeze your hips. 

“Please what, toots? Use your words.”

He was all the way in now, making your stomach churn with anticipation.

“Please fuck me, Jay.”

Schlatt chuckles darkly. “Gladly, sweetheart.” He pounds into you, driving his cock into your pussy with every muscle in his body. You move your hands to grip the headboard in front of you, steadying yourself as you jostle back and forth from Jay's powerful thrusts. Your head lulls up and down with every movement. 

“Now… what's my girl gonna do….next time she… she goes out, huh?” He gasps and grunts hoarsely between words.

“Call you! I'll call you!” Your jaw hangs slack as your body surges with pleasure. Your stomach tightens and your legs shake uncontrollably.

You feel Schlatt abruptly pull out of you, leaving you aching and empty. He grabs the underside of your stomach and flips you around. Your back lands on the bed with a thump and he spreads your legs out wide. He repositions himself between you, his eyes glazing over with tenderness as he admires your fucked-out face. 

“You're such a good girl for me.” He sighs, his demeanor changing completely. “No wonder I keep you around, you little slut.” You chuckle weakly and pant, relieved to get a break from his relentlessness.

That didn't last long, though, because he swiftly thrusts back into you, driving you to the edge faster than before. You moan his name and inhale sharply when he presses a firm hand against your stomach, making your head spin from the g-spot stimulation. You claw at his forearms desperately as your orgasm teeters on the edge. 

“I fucking love you. Don't you ever come home alone again, you hear me?” Schlatt mutters through gritted teeth. His eyes soften into putty as you come undone for him, your pussy contracting and pulsing around his cock. His breath quickens as he reaches his own climax, his thrusts becoming erratic as he feels you tighten around him. At the last second, he pulls out, making you violently twitch. He pumps himself and spurts thick ropes of cum onto your stomach. 

“My god…” you stare in awe at his throbbing dick releasing, your lips curling into a smile as you cling onto this blissful state for as long as you can. Schlatt huffs and stares at your face, mentally capturing your strained features evening out as you come to. 

You both lay there for a few minutes, tangled up in each other's limbs and breathing heavily. Your mouth hangs open as you stare at the ceiling, relaxing into the bed sheets as Jay begins to massage your inner thighs. 

“I really am sorry, Jay.” you speak up, your voice cracking a bit. You focus your eyes on a spot on the ceiling fan. Your voice eases with Jay's gentle circles on your legs. “What I did last night was not right. I should've let you know.”

Jay grunts in response, gazing at your solemn face with the utmost adoration.

“I care about you, toots. If anything were to happen, it'd be on me. And you already know I worry sick about you.” 

“I know, I know.” You nod, propping yourself up on your elbow and looking at him. “And getting drunk isn't an excuse, either.” 

Your weary expression catches his attention. His heart sinks at the sadness in your eyes.

His arms leave your thighs and he pulls your back up. You lean forward and wrap your arms around him in a tight hug, mentally cringing at the cum squishing against your bellies, but nonetheless grateful for this moment. 

“It's okay, sweetheart. I love you.” Jay mumbles.

You let out a sigh of relief and almost melt into his arms. He rubs your back delicately and chuckles into your neck.

“Hopefully I wasn't too rough. Had to wake you up somehow, princess.”

You return his laugh, kissing his shoulder tenderly. “I'm glad you did, otherwise I would've slept ‘till next year.”

He squeezes you and pulls back. “C'mon. Let's get cleaned up before this shit dries on us.” He smirks, the corner of his eyes crinkling. 

You smile and bend down, licking the white smears of cum off of his stomach. He shutters and moans softly, his hands flying to your hair. 

“Not what I meant. But I'll take it.”

You both giggle breathlessly. You raise your head and lick your lips, smiling up at your boyfriend. “Delicious.”

He grins at you and stands up, taking your hand and leading you to the bathroom. 

a/n: blushing giggling kicking my feet rn

I would love to write more fluffy Schlatt content so please request any ideas you have!! 

[jellybell92]

I need him like I need fucking water bro AGGHHHH

Also happy new year everyone!!

[jellybell92]

SAY IT LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK

I want crunchyroll to put ojamajo doremi on there so bad.

[jellybell92]

Ask and you shall receive! This one's short n' sweet. (Lmao see what I did there)

18+ for smut, fem!reader

Schlatt could tell by the way you were belting Sabrina Carpenter's lyrics that he'd have to deal with this for a while. Whenever you discovered a new obsession, you would latch onto it like a wild animal latched onto its prey. Your infatuations would last for weeks at a time, until one faded into oblivion and another replaced it. He didn't complain, though, because he loved seeing you all happy and excited over something you liked, even if that meant his ears would bleed from how loud you sang.

Last week you forced Jay to watch TikToks from Sabrina’s recent tour, endlessly scrolling and grinning at the screen.

“Isn't she just the best?” You beamed and looked up at him expectantly, observing how he'd react to her promiscuous dancing. He just rolled his eyes and smirked at you.

“Babe, you really like this? I mean, it's good music, but I can't see why you….” And then she performed her signature Juno pose, causing his cheeks to flush.

You laughed and egged him on, gushing about how great she is and that he needs to listen to her more.

This led to present day, where you both listened to her whole album on a road trip, much to Schlatt's protests. He grumbled and stayed quiet in the beginning, painfully enduring each song. But when Juno came on, Schlatt glanced from the road to the passenger seat, smiling as you passionately performed the lyrics. You weren't far from home when the song came on. Little did you know, you wanted this. You planned for this.

The lyrics were playful and fun, but just freaky enough to where Jay would notice and… well, you know.

I know you want my touch for life

If you love me right, then who knows?

I might let you make me Juno

You know I just might

Let you lock me down tonight

One of me is cute, but two, though?

Give it to me, baby

He pulled into the driveway, putting the car in park, turning towards you and smirking as you chant the lyrics proudly. You pulled on his shirt during , “lock me down tonight “.

You make me wanna make you fall in love

Oh, late at night, I'm thinkin' 'bout you, ah, ah-ah

Wanna try out some freaky positions?

Have you ever tried this one?

As you sing, you stare into his eyes, bending and arching your back as far as the front seat could allow you. Schlatt chuckled and raised his eyebrows, staring back at you in amusement.

This was getting good.

You wrap your arms around him as you sing the next verse. You giggle and lean into him, almost daring him to kiss you right then and there.

Adore me, hold me, and explore me

Mark your territory

Tell me I'm the only, only, only, only one

Adore me, hold me, and explore me

I'm so fuckin' horny

Tell me I'm the only, only, only, only one

You flip your hair back and forth, staring up at him and making sexy, silly faces. Needless to say, Schlatt was turned on by your air of confidence and goofiness. His arousal grew with each word that came out of your mouth, making him feel like you were singing just for him. As soon as the song ended, he couldn't help but take you inside and fuck you right in the living room.

Juno was ringing in both your ears as Schlatt pounded into you on the couch. The song drifted between your moans and whimpers. What can you say? It was super catchy! You smile to yourself as Schlatt thrusts into you, realizing that he was becoming a Sabrina fan just as much as you were.

I wrote this in like 30 minutes at 1am so please forgive me for any mistakes, haha. T'was fun!

i need a schlatt fic based on juno by sabrina carpenter so bad,,, i would write it myself but Y’ALL ARE BETTER AT WRITING THAN ME PLS

[jellybell92]

I've been listening to his christmas album all month

merry christmas everyone! :D

[jellybell92]

Jschlatt Imagines

(buff gf edition)

Woke up feral for Schlatt (once again) and thought about him with a buff gf. I'm trying to get swole in the new year so this is some great motivation for me too, haha. Enjoy!

18+ for explicit content. MDNI!

Schlatt met you through mutual friends at a bar. He thought you were cute but didn't think he had a chance cuz you were intimidating (even though he's fucking 6’3”. This dude has like a whole foot on you. But I mean, your back muscles? C'mon. He was sold.)

It took some convincing from Ted and Tucker to get him to man up. They teased and encouraged him to go up to you.

“Dude, just fucking talk to her. What's the worst that could happen?” Ted asked, patting his back. “I know, man. But, look at her. What a doll.” He stares at you, whistling to himself. “Take the shot, man, you got this.” Tucker chimed in. They both scurried away as they saw you lock eyes with Schlatt and push through the crowd, walking towards him.

You went up to him while getting a drink and flirted with him heavily, making it obvious that you had the hots for him. You practically begged for his number, eventually convincing him to go on a date with you.

Y'all start hanging out after the first date and become close friends. You bond over YouTube and gaming. He loved that you were so nerdy despite being built like a fucking truck

When you start officially dating, he's super protective over you even though he knows you can hold your own.

He just loves staring at your body any chance he gets. You're his Greek goddess and you know it, too.

You go to the gym while he streams or edits his videos

He loves taking showers with you and running his hands all over your curves, massaging your sore and aching muscles from a hard workout.

You encourage him to get into shape, walking with him after meals or even doing yoga together. Plus, that makes for some great YouTube content. You laugh as he fumbles around on the mat, the camera capturing every funny moment.

Despite your physical prowess, Schlatt loves to dominate you in bed and call you his “strong little slut”

But he'll never say no to you taking control in the bedroom. He loves nothing more than to surrender to your pretty little ass and do whatever you want with him

When you're riding his cock, he can't help but run his hands over your abs or squeeze your strong thighs, praising you for working so hard on yourself

He does get worn out easily since your stamina is through the roof. He just lies there exhausted from getting you off so many times. He lets you play with him, unable to move but still so incredibly horny for you

He loves seeing you indulge in other hobbies and explore your interests. Not everything has to be about fitness, and Schlatt takes full advantage of that. He loves buying you clothes and expensive materials for your hobbies. His favorite thing in the world is seeing your face light up when you receive his gifts.

You've always liked traveling, so Schlatt takes you with him on his trips to Japan and London. He loves booking expensive hotel rooms in foreign countries and surprising you with spontaneous road trips on weekends.

When you're home, Jambo and Soup tend to play with you more than Schlatt. He acts like that bothers him and makes a big deal about it, but you know he loves it.

That's all I have for now! I might add more later if I feel inspired.

[jellybell92]

The Camcorder

Hellooo! This is my longest fic to date! I wanted to write a special Schlatt fic that incorporated my love for Christmas. Hope y'all enjoy!

Also, I'm thinking about opening requests soon, anon included. Please lmk if you are interested! I'm not guaranteeing that they'll be this long lol, but I can do my very best for you!

Word Count: 3k

18+ for explicit content. MDNI!!!

Fem reader and rpf. A little fluff here and there but mostly smut ;)

Tagging @burdenandacrop + @jschladderall 💕

Christmas day winded down as your family dispersed throughout the house, playing with their gifts and trying on new clothes. The afternoon sun creeped through the kitchen windows as you sat at the table with Schlatt, your hand resting on his knee as he fumbled with the new camcorder you got him. He's grinning from ear to ear as he turns it on, pressing the buttons and flipping the screen in his hands. The santa hat on his head bobs and sways as he plays with his new present. His red Christmas sweater hugs his body, the hem stopping just below the waistline of his blue jeans.

He excitedly rambles on about the camcorder’s features as he tests it out in his hands. He's so cute when he gets like this, all happy and curious, just like a little boy.

“Thanks for this, babe! You're the best!” He exclaims. You smile and peck his cheek, admiring his curly brown locks peeking out from under his santa hat.

“Of course. I know you've wanted this for a while.” You say proudly, beaming at your giddy boyfriend.

His hair was getting a little long, but he insisted on just trimming his face for the holidays this year. Yesterday you pouted and stuck out your bottom lip before leaving for your parent's house.

He stood in the doorway of the bathroom, razor in hand, glaring down at you. “C'mon, toots.” He ran his other hand through his thick strands, showing off his hair length. “Don't be acting like that. You love it long. Besides,” he pointed to his face dramatically, “your parents don't wanna open the door to find a caveman with their daughter, do they?”

You snort laugh as he goes back to delicately shaving his chops, a stupid grin plastered on his face. “Okay, okay. I guess you're right.” You walk into the bathroom and wrap your arms around his neck, giving him a smooch. A few stray hairs stick to your lips. You frantically blow out puffs of air, crinkling your nose. Jay smiles and chuckles, muttering, “Just like Jambo.” His eyes gleam down at you lovingly in the bathroom light.

You and Jay have been together for five years now. How fast they've flown by with him. He's been the best thing that's ever happened to you. Schlatt’s made your life brighter, fuller, more fun and colorful. You were working a dead-end job when you met, tired and miserable from life's shortcomings. He helped you regain that spark he always knew you had. Eventually he brought up the idea to start streaming with him. You spent a lot of time together streaming and gaming, learning more about him and getting closer. And before you knew it, he was confessing to you at your favorite pizza place.

The amount of love and support he shows you, in his own stupid ways, makes you thankful for him every day. It can be stressful at times, with all the fame he's gotten from his YouTube channel and all. But, you'd take that any day over the life you had before he came along.

“You think Jambo will like this?” You ask, holding up the stuffed mouse.

Jay nods in approval, smirking and taking the toy from you.

“Yeah, definitely. That little shit will probably hide it in my sock drawer, though. We better be careful.”

He inspects the toy some before going back to his camcorder, staring at the screen intensely while adjusting the settings. He hits play and brings it up to his face, squinting and pointing it at you. “Say hi, doll!”

“Hey! Merry Christmas!!” You smile and wave, bringing the mouse next to your face and swinging it from side to side.

“What was your favorite present from today? And you better not say the Sephora gift card ‘cuz I get you that every year.”

“No, no. Probably that cozy blanket your mom got me. I know I'm gonna use that a lot.” You chuckle, setting the mouse in your lap as you look into the lens.

All of a sudden, Jay lowers the recorder, eyes widening as he mutters, “Oh, shit. There's one more present I forgot to give you.” Before you have time to react, he stands up and takes your hand, pulling you up with him. He makes his way to the stairs, squeezing your palm tightly and looking back at you with a mischievous smirk.

“It’s in your room. I'm glad I didn't put it under the tree last night. That's would've been a show.” He chuckles and lowers his head as you pass your mom and dad in the living room. You give them a smile and Jay glances at them as you make your way upstairs into your bedroom. When you get inside, you don't notice him locking the door behind you.

“Alright, toots, get ready for this one.” He sets down the camcorder on your nightstand and dramatically rubs his hands together, leaning down and searching under the bed. He pulls out a small white box wrapped neatly in red ribbon.

“Awww! Baby! That's so sweet!” Your face lights up as you take the box, feeling the smooth silky texture in your hands. “You did a great job with the bow.”

“Well,” he says in a low voice, “it's ‘cuz this one's extra special.” He places his big hands around your waist, squeezing at your sides as you start to untie it. You steal glances up at him, noticing his bottom lip tucked under his teeth as you wonder what it is. Suddenly you understand, your face flushing instantly as you open it up and see a pink vibrator. You gasp, feeling your whole body tingle with warmth as you look up at Jay. His face is red now, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he grins down at you.

There it is. That million dollar smile that just makes your heart melt. “Merry Christmas, baby. I love you.”

You can't help but giggle, reaching up and tugging on the puff of his Santa hat. Your hand traces his jaw, feeling the roughness of his newly-shaved chops. “I love you too. How'd you know I wanted this, big guy?” You tease, your voice trembling. God, it's been five years and he still makes you this nervous.

“Oh, it wasn't that hard, sweetheart. Have you seen your search history lately?” He smirks confidently, leaning his head down and searching your face for any apprehension. “You like it?”

You nod sheepishly and purse your lips together, painfully aware of the heat rising in your belly. “I do. I really do.” Grinning, you take the vibrator in one hand and throw the box on the floor with the other. Your arms snake around him as you press the smooth silicone against the back of his neck, staring into those big brown eyes.

“Good. ‘Cuz we're gonna have some fun with this.” Jay chuckles, but he furrows his eyebrows, seemingly lost in thought. “But your family…” he starts, “they might hear us, doll.” He presses his nose into the crook of your neck and breaths in your scent. He moans softly, sending shivers down your spine. You're suddenly aware of your family laughing downstairs.

“Well,” you sway him gently in your arms. “We'll just have to be quiet, then. You think we can do that, love?”

Jay sighs and nods, planting a kiss on your skin and continuing to run his hands along your waist, raising the hem of your Christmas sweater up. “Mm-hmm. Though I can't make any promises. I want you, sweetheart. Right now.”

A whimper escapes your throat as you press your body into his. You feel Jay's cock hardening through his jeans, making your knees weak. You want him too. You want him so bad.

You smile up at him tenderly and sit on the edge of the bed, pulling on his sweater, begging him to join you. “Come kiss me, Santa.” you bite your lip hard as he crawls on top of you. He sets the vibrator down and throws his Santa hat on the bed. He takes in your small frame laying under him, all eager and ready. He can't help but smile at your bashfulness.

Your hands find Jay's chest, feeling the soft cotton between your fingers. He kisses you gently, moving his head with yours. He takes his time tasting you, drinking you in. Savoring every moment.

You caress his torso, moving your hands under his sweater and feeling his stomach. His abs contract at the coolness of your touch. He lets out a shuttering moan as you explore his chest, running your fingers over his hard nipples.

“Fuck. You're killing me.” His breath quickens as you tug at his shirt. You can't help but think about all the things he could do with that vibrator, making your pussy soaked with desire. Your heart races as he takes his sweater off, throwing it to the ground. You lean up and kiss him passionately, digging your nails into his bare back and lifting your knees up to touch his hips. He grunts and brings his waist down to meet yours, grinding against you slowly. You wrap your legs around him, fanning your hot breath against his neck.

“I need you, Jay.” You moan into his ear, trying your best to stay quiet. His hips continue their sensual rhythm, making you wetter by the second. He sits up and takes your sweater off, lifting your back up and unclipping your bra in one smooth motion, tossing it onto the floor.

Jay explores your chest, kneading your soft breasts in his hands. He sits up and digs his hips into yours while firmly massaging you, his back curling as he thrusts his body. His dick aches against his jeans as you moan and throw your arms above your head on the bed. You push yourself forward with your legs, begging to feel more of him, to feel all of him.

“I've been thinking about this all day, babe. I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you with that pretty little toy of yours. How's that sound?”

You nod and squeeze your eyes shut, praying your family won't hear the slew of moans coming from you.

Suddenly you feel a hand gently grasp your throat, making your back arch.

“I said, how's that sound, beautiful? Answer me or I might just have to make you scream.” Jay growls in your ear, “and we wouldn't want that, now would we?” One hand squeezes your breast as the other tightens its grip on your throat.

You nod, croaking out, “perfect, my love.” He smiles triumphantly and pulls back his hand.

“Good girl.” You gasp and breathe for air as he runs his hands down your chest and to your leggings, pulling at the waistband.

“This okay?” he leans down and nips at the supple skin on your tummy.

You whimper and nod, lifting your hips as he pulls down your leggings, underwear and all.

“God, so fucking perfect.” Jay exclaims, admiring your pussy for what seems like an eternity. He finally gives in and lowers his fingers in between your folds, gently massaging them and getting absolutely soaked in your heat. He presses his two middle fingers up into your core while his thumb rubs circles around your clit. You buck your hips instinctively, pleasure shooting up into your brain with every touch. You whimper and moan, bringing your hands down to grip his hair. You shove your face in his soft curls to drown out your whimpers. God, this felt so good. You didn't want it to stop.

He looks up from your pussy and stares into your eyes, smirking and laughing softly. “Enjoying this, toots?” You smile and nod, furrowing your eyebrows with pleasure and biting your lip. He knows you can't think straight when he plays with you like this. It's all just too damn good.

A symphony of moans escape your lips as he continues to pleasure you, making you squirm under his grasp. Soon enough you're close and whimper, silently screaming his name as your jaw goes slack and dizziness takes over. Waves of electricity course through your legs. Your orgasm is just on the horizon, begging to be released.

Jay pulls back abruptly, removing his wet hands from your core and sucking on them. You slump back down on the bed and grunt disapprovingly, your edge lost as he satisfies himself. He laughs, smirking down at you.

“Mmm. You taste so good.” His eyes glimmer with mischief. Oh, he knows exactly what he's doing, and you hate it. You grunt and adjust your gaze to his free hand reaching for the vibe. He turns it on effortlessly and places it on your abdomen. You squeal and grab his forearms, scraping your nails against his skin. He laughs and throws his head back, obviously enjoying this.

“You okay there, gorgeous? Did I startle you?” He smirks with the corner of his mouth and inches the toy down your belly.

You whine and nod, pouting. “You can't just do that to me, Jay. I was so close!” He chuckles again and watches as your hands move from his arms to his zipper in protest. He catches them quickly and clicks his tongue.

“Not yet. Gotta make use of this first, doll.” He pushes the toy harder against you as it rumbles just above your opening, making you rustle your legs on the bed sheets. Your toes curl and tighten. God, this was torture.

“Fuck babe, please.” You beg, clenching your fists as he holds your wrists in his hands. The vibe relentlessly taps your clit, making you see stars. Jay observes your reaction and holds it in that sweet spot, knowing how much you love his teasing.

“That's it, sweetheart. Take it for me.” He bites his lip as you move feverishly against the toy, your hips spazzing uncontrollably as you begin to reach your climax. Jay takes your wrists and places them above your head, his other hand holding the toy in place on your pussy. He marvels at your body, your noises, your movements. And he loves you all the more for it.

When you're close, Jay unzips himself, taking his hard length and rubbing it against your folds. Before you can scream, he presses his hand on your mouth and sticks a few fingers in. You suck and whine mercilessly, the pressure building from head to toe as you find sweet release.

The dual sensations of the vibe and Jay's dick intensify your orgasm. You bite down hard on Jay's fingers, desperately moaning as your pussy releases all over his cock. He moans with you, relishing in your high as you come undone. He kisses your face with fervor, muffling your moans and pressing into you again gently. He takes the toy off of you and throws it somewhere on the bed. With careful hands, his arms wrap around your waist, lifting you up to rest against his chest. He guides your head to his neck, then pulls your legs around his waist as he settles you in his lap. You feel his dick soften as you lean into him and hug his wide shoulders.

You're still light headed and buzzed from your orgasm, soaking up every moment from your high.

You love this right here, the way he kisses your temple and rubs your back gently as you come to. It's all so perfect. Once you gain your surroundings, you lift your head and chuckle, your eyelids heavy as you stare at him.

“That was so amazing, Jay. I love you so much.”

He smirks and picks up the Santa hat, placing it on your head.

“I love you too. So much, toots. You have no fucking idea.”

You smile and rest your chin on his shoulder, closing your eyes briefly to hug him. When you open them, you catch a red dot blinking on your nightstand.

On your …. Wait. Oh Shit.

“Jay…” you tap his back rapidly and sit up straight, mouth agape in disbelief. He turns his head to see what you're looking at.

“Oh my god.” His face turns pale as you both realize the camcorder is still recording.

You and Jay stare at each other as you process this, utterly shocked. A moment passes and you both completely burst into laughter. There was nothing else you could do, really.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” Jay curses. Tears spring to your eyes as you grip his arm and flail around on the bed, unable to contain your laughter.

He reaches over and stops the recording, flipping the screen and grinning.

“Welp…” he starts before letting out another chuckle.

“Jay, we have to delete that! What if my parents find it?” You sputter, holding your cheeks as the embarrassment begins to set in.

“Nah, babe, we gotta keep it. It's too fucking good to throw away!” He blushes and winks at you, grinning from ear to ear. You smack his arm, taking the camcorder and rewinding the video. Sure enough, it captured everything.

Fuck.

Your mind races on what to do when suddenly Jay remembers he put an SD card in the damn thing before setting it up.

He takes it out of the slot and checks the camcorder for any remaining footage.

The video is nowhere to be found.

Thank fucking god.

“Merry Christmas babe! You're my filthy little pornstar, aren't you?” Jay exclaims proudly, pinching your red cheeks. He shakes the SD card triumphantly next to his face, showing it off to you as he wiggles his eyebrows.

You can't help but giggle and shove his face playfully, rolling your eyes. “Yeah, Merry Christmas, you big perv!"

[jellybell92]

They rock the jorts!!