#jschlatt x female reader | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

manticore-fangs · 13 days ago

Text

Kinktober, day 4 - primal play.

schlatt x f!reader.

cw: primal play, degradation, breeding kink, gunplay, threats, face slapping, spit, aftercare!! lmk if i missed any warnings!

a/n: wow.. this was really fucking late, this was supposed to come out on the 20th.. how that didnt work.. anyways.. enjoy!

you ran so fast through the woods, your feet are starting to ache from the constant sprinting. your thighs and legs are throbbing but your cunt is as well, you're excited for what comes next.

you swear you can hear him slowly treading through the woods, hearing his boots stepping on twigs and making them snap. stalking you like your prey and like he's about to pounce.

branches smack and scratch at your arms and sides, you glide through them effortlessly and not letting them stop you from running.

finally, you look around. you eyed everything until something catches it, it's a tree trunk with a slit in the middle.. you could fit in there, its big enough for any living human to fit in there.

you step closer and hope that no living animal is in there for you to get mauled by, you take cautious steps and wiggle yourself into the trunk before settling your rump down on the soaked moss.

everything is quiet beside some hooting from owls and some scampering from little creatures and bugs, your breathing is ragged. coming in uneven breaths, your petrified what schlatt will do when he finds you.

you then hear whistling and it sure isn't coming from a bird, because it keeps getting closer to your hiding spot and you can hear the twigs snapping. you close your eyes and cover your mouth with both of your hands, trying to conceal your hard breathing.

"where are ya' toots? gonna come out? i swear- i can smell ya' i know your around here somewhere." he speaks, his voice is deep and he chuckles a bit. you heard his footsteps get quieter, finally you let out a loud sigh. breathing in and out, your eyes remaining closed

"gotcha." you snap your eyes open and look through the crack, seeing the familiar face. "nonono!" you screech as he grabs you by your hips and starts tugging you out, you hit your head against the tree bark as he drags you out of your hidden place.

he sets you down onto your knees while he stands. than leans slightly down. something cold taps against your temple and you gulp, your eyes looking right into his large pupils. "yeah.. you feel that right?" you hear a click and squeeze your eyes shut, feeling the barrel of the gun right into your temple pushing it as you wince.

"don't fuckin' move your head, and open your eyes. wanna see your terrified look." so you follow his orders, opening your eyes and looking back at his once more. he chuckles before moving the gun down and dropping it onto the muddy ground.

schlatt grabs your shoulders and pushes you down, making sure your back hits the ground with a light thud. he gets on his knees and starts to take off your sweatpants that you are wearing, once he removed them and shoved them next to a bush he looks at your dampened panties.

"fuck, that gun against your temple riled you up, eh? shit must've felt good. huh doll? that's no good.." he tsk's and shake his head back and forth. "such a dirty whore, good for nothing slut. just wants to get fucked by a rich man in the woods, isn't that right?"

"please jay- shit, just- fuck.. give me a chance.." you whimper, his fingers toying your clit through your panties. your panties start to stick to your cunt with more slick dripping from you.

he hooks his fingers underneath the fabric and peels it off, then lowers down onto his stomach and starts sucking your clit through your panties, you kick your legs out but he leans up and growls. almost like a dog would. "don't fucking do that, or ill bite that sweet little clit off."

you look at him with arousal, but you pretend its fear. though he knows, he always knows. a squeal leaves your mouth as he slightly uses his teeth too slightly chomp down onto your clit then suckling straight after.

he chuckles at your squeal, so desperate to get something. to cum. you need it so badly that you start to grind your pussy up into his face, huffing and sighing when you get what you want.

your just so close to your orgasm. you need it so badly, he can tell. he shoves his face into your cunt, practically sacrificing his breathing to pleasure you.

finally, your breath hitches and you grab schlatts hair. your thighs clenched around his head, his mutton chops against your thighs and leaving you with a slight burn.

"fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" you curl your toes and finally relax, cum dripping from you while schlatts licks it up than moving onto sucking at your hole. making sure he gets every single drop he can get.

schlatt moves up and unbuckles his belt, shuffling his tan shorts down just below his balls so he can give you his cock. he grabs at the bend of your knees, shuffling closer pushing your knees towards you.

his cock taps against your cunt, his reddened tip sliding against your folds. the both of you moan at the friction as he begins to rock back and forth, keeping his hands at your knees.

a heady scent comes from schlatt, wafting up your nose; intoxicating you with his own scent. "jay.. fuck. give me more, will you? i- fuck, you cant keep me away from you for this long.." you whine out, trying to urge him into your cunt.

"you fuckin' slut, want this cock so bad?" you nod with some pleading; whimpering and pouting for his cock. "y'know what? fuck it." he huffs and positions his hips slightly down, and thrusts right up into you. your cunt swallowing him whole.

you let out a wince then a shutter, he lets go of your knees and lets you lock them around his hips. he shushes you, and mocks you. "what? wanted my dick so bad but hisses when i shove it alll in.. whats up? too much? well doll.. gonna have to take that shit."

he begins thrusting up into you, his hands and nails digging into the dirty, mossy ground. you start to buck your hips up to meet his thrusts, enjoying the friction of his pubic hairs against your clit everytime he thrusts into you.

he begins to lean on one hand. "you gonna be a good breeding bitch right?" he slaps your face with the hand that he raised up, you hiss at the sting. "yeah- fuck, yeah- ill be your good breeding bitch! just keep hitting that spot- ri- holy fuck.. right there!" you panted, your eyes closed as you listen to his grunting and moaning.

you feel schlatt lean over, his cock hitting something deeper within you with that single movement before you feel something chilly on your chest. you peer down, seeing the familiar gun pointing right at your chest. schlatt chuckles at your poor reaction.

"think i forgot about this babe? fuck no.. gotta make sure you act right. gotta make sure you take my kids, right? dont want you to run away from me now. so.. keep wailing for me, gonna give you my kids either way- screaming and resisting or pliant and calm." he smirked, his words doing something to you. making you feel so fucking good.

"yeah- yesyesyes. fuck do anything you want to me, just give- give me your cum, your kids- i just want your dick so bad. jay please.." you throw your head back and tightened the lock you have around his hips, hoping he'd give your more of him.

"you dirty slut! cant believe your getting off of me pointing a gun right into your chest here- right here into your sternum, your enjoying the though of getting hurt, huh?" schlatt chuckles at you while he thrusts his hips into yours, one of his hands on your hips while the other is on the gun.

"love it s'much, love it when you hurt me jay, love it. i love it!" he tsks and then spits down on the gun, watching the glob of it just trail down the barrel right onto your skin.

after a few more thrusts schlatt completely stops and you start to beg and plead. "wait- nononono.. wait, fuck- jay, i was close? fuck! why- why would you fucking do that?!" you than began to wail around, unlocking your legs from his hips but you get stopped.

the gun was now on the ground while both of schlatts hands lay on your hips, his fingernails digging into your flesh. he helps himself up to bend himself over you, a feral look in his eyes as he begins to thrust much harder and faster than he already was, you let out loud moans and groans while schlatt just pants and grunts, quiet moans leaving his lips.

"f-fuck doll, pussy's so fuckin' good, im fuckin' you dumb arent i? i mean- shit toots look at your face! your eyes are barely even open." he taps at your cheek and he swears he feels drools on the pads of his fingers.

"dirty fuckin' whore.. look at you, gonna take my load into that pussy of yours, gonna make sure my load takes while im fuckin' into ya' too. gotta give you my kids, dont i? gotta breed that sweet ol' pussy of yours. fill her to the brim with my cum. gonna have you fuckin' leaking out for me- holy fuck toots."

schlatt rambles on and on and all you can think is how much of his load he's gonna give you, how much cum he's gonna dump into your cunt, your eyes lidded and you swear your eyes are rolled back.

"i know toots, lemme fill that pussy with my kids then ill let ya' free, that alright? yeah- i know it is.. dont even gotta tell me that it isnt okay, cause i know your fine with it." he kneels on his knees, your legs once again wrapping around his hips so you can force him to cum into you.

"fuck-ffffffuck.. s'close jay.. sososo close.." you moan and let out a long whine, your body starting to tense up- feeling something different then an normal orgasm. you start to tremble and moan much louder, panting and whimpering out. flailing your arms out before your hands feel his arms, hands starting to tighten up then you squirt, squirting all over yours and his abdomen.

"hollly fuck doll, would'ya look at that? squirtin' for me, i knew this pussy was good for me. fuck." schlatt gets closer to his orgasm before it hits him like a train all f the sudden, all from your walls tightening up from the aftershocks.

you both come down from the intense orgasms you had, schlatt looks at you.. shushing you when you start to whine. "its alright toots, sh.. im here, its okay- such a good girl for me. did so good runnin' through the woods and being so brave with my gun." he wipes the sweat beads that lay across your head and admires your raw beauty.

schlatt moves his softening cock out, you hiss at the sudden emptiness. he buckled up his pants and grabbed the empty gun, shoving it into his pocket.

he put on your clothes for you while you lay there dazed out of your mind, enjoying the soft touches and the reassuring words schlatt gave you. you came back to realization when you were in the car seat, all buckled up with a blanket wrapped up around you, you mumbled some inaudible words and schlatt just hummed.

"its alright toots, we're almost home. promise." he lays a hand over you thigh, kneading it with his finger tips while having a hand on the wheel, driving through the lanes until you get to your place and wobble in. schlatt carrying you in, wrapped around in a blanket.

schlatt sets you down on the couch. "hey toots.. you there?" he asks and you just sigh, squeezing your eyes shut, lights are being turned on and you curl over to cover your face.

"its alright- lets get you to the bathroom, i know ya' need to go." he unwraps you and you just whine, snuggling up into him and he just chuckles. he rubs at your back while he carries you to the bathroom.

"can you do it yourself?" you nod but he just stands there and shrugs his shoulders. "just go, i dont care." he looks over at the sink and begins cleaning his hands, the dirt under his nails bothering him so he cleans the guck out while you pee.

after wiping, flushing and washing your hands you begin to go to the bedroom. getting as much rest as you want, especially after the running you had to do and- well.. exercise.

he puts on his bedwear, which is quite literally his boxers and a t-shirt. he puts on your pajamas for you which are pajama pants and schlatts sweater.

"did amazing for me toots, did everything i asked. not gonna lie.. thought i was gonna loose you but you said you would hide somewhere where i can find ya'.." he lets you rest your head on his chest. your so tired all you do is hum when he praises you.

"goodnight doll, you need the rest." he speaks and shortly after, your out. you cant wait what could happen next.. would he let you chase him through the woods?? well- that can be another thought from another time.

#jschlatt x reader #schlatt x reader #schlatt #jschlatt #x reader smut #schlatt x reader smut #jschlatt x you #jschlatt x reader smut #jschlatt smut #jschlatt fanfic #schlatt smut #schlatt x you #chuckle sandwich #chuckle sammy #female reader #f reader #f! reader #schlatt x y/n #jschlatt x y/n

138 notes · View notes

doubledizzy1258 · 2 months ago

Text

How Chuckle Sammy Would React To You Being On Your Period

!SFW! !warnings! - afab!reader, f!reader, fluff, comfort, period/blood,

𝜗𝜚 - Ted

When hearing about it, would comfort the absolute shit out of you.

Would get you anything you needed, water, medication, pads/tampons, etc..

Would give you cuddles and never leave your side.

Would let you choose to watch whatever you wanted.

Would put off all work and events just to make sure you were comfortable.

Would ignore any messages or notifications from his phone to pay all attention to you.

𝜗𝜚 - Schlatt

When hearing about it, would immediately scoop you up in his arms to carry you to your bed.

Would cuddle you, only leaving to get you whatever you needed/wanted.

Would not leave your arms unless he had to.

Would make you a warm blanket and hot pad.

would make sure you regularly took medication when feeling bad.

would put on your favorite show, even if he hated it.

𝜗𝜚 - Charlie

When hearing about it would drop whatever he was doing to comfort you.

Would make sure you were comfortable no matter what.

Constantly asking if you were okay and if you needed anything.

Would buy you anything you needed.

Would get you all your favorite snacks and put on your favorite movie(s).

Would make you tea and cook whatever you wanted.

Wow i used to"would" quite a bit in this post! anyways 😈 Sorry if it's repetitive- first post anxiety wow! If you want an nsfw version lmk!

Star Dividers by: @cafekitsune - Post cred: Star Dividers

MDNI Divider by: @anitalenia - Post Cred: MDNI Divider

66 notes · View notes

nvmadic · 2 years ago

Text

WHISKEY DICK - SCHLATT

prompt: schlat and the reader go to a party and one thing leads to another. words: 2,664 warnings: explicit content / drinking / 18+ notes: f!reader

The whiskey just started going down like water at this point, the lagging in your eyes with every head movement began to worsen with every drink you finished, slamming down the red solo cup onto the kitchen counter; the plastic container clattering as it toppled over, your coordination at this point had almost completely deteriorated. Bass thumping, shouting and cheering as people were trying to be heard over the deafening music.

"Another," you demanded with a slight slur as you were heavily inebriated. Schlatt hadn't strayed too far from your side for most of the night. He was matching your pace with the drinking so, in his words, didn't seem like a pussy. "I don't know if I have it in me," he leaned closer so you could hear him over the music, although he still decided to shout; his confidence in his ability to keep up with you had waned. He was close enough that you could feel his breath beside your ear and smell the liquor that he had been chugging all night. "Well, then you'll just have to admit that I win," you turned to look up at him with a smile.

he broad, tall man who had against his will, lost a bet to Ted who was dressed as a knight, was dressed as his noble squire. The outfit would have made a bit more sense had Ted not vanished halfway through the night to be found in an intoxicated slumber, recklessly planted in a flower patch in the yard. Schlatt had ditched most of his outfit only a few hours into the evening, only leaving him wearing a white linen collared lace-up shirt which sat quite snugly along his large shoulders. Sheathed and attached to his plain black pants was a cheap and flimsy plastic sword. His brown curls let loose with the odd strand sticking to the thin layer of sweat that had started to accumulate on his forehead, which he would try and prevent by periodically combing his fingers through his hair and pushing it back.

He rolled his eyes with a scoff, and stared down at you for a brief moment, either contemplating his life choices or taking it as an excuse to stare at you as he had been since the moment you arrived. A cheap sexy nun outfit, the sort you could find at Target or Spirit Halloween. You rolled a wheel on your Twitch stream the night before for your viewers to decide what your outfit should be and it ultimately ended up winning. Indifferent, you wore it as you looked good in it anyway. It wasn't anything special by any means but boy did he think it looked special on you.

"If I die from alcohol poisoning I'm blaming it on you," he smirked as he handed over his empty cup for you to refill with the bottle of Jim Beam which was making its way to becoming empty. Without trying to make a mess you refilled the cups, handing one back to the big guy who was still intently watching you, a drunken glaze over his eyes. As your arm extended to reach out to him, a group of streamers who had yet to head home barged past, haphazardly shoving you into Schlatt. The drinks quickly soaked into both of your outfits before the cups hit the floor, not able to hear their faint clatter over the blaring music and the distant chatter in the other room. "Jesus fucking Christ, watch where you're going!" Schlatt scorned the assholes who lacked any awareness to notice what had even happened. He looked down and let out an exasperated sigh at the rather noticeable wet patch that spanned most of his torso. His eyes drifted over to your white blouse which now, completely drenched, had made your cleavage very obvious. The alcohol in his system completely shed most of his shame and proper conduct which led to him unapologetically studying your chest.

"Sorry, I—" you began to speak, clasping your hands over your mouth in an elevated, drunken state of shock. "It's not your fault," he shook his head, "Are you okay?" He leaned in once more with a much softer tone, once again feeling his hot breath on the side of your neck caused goosebumps to cover your skin. You nodded timidly, looking at the parts of Schlatt's shirt that were now clinging to his skin making the outlines on his torso very apparent. "Come on, we'd better go and dry ourselves off," he drunkenly mumbled as his sober persona slipped momentarily. He briefly glared over towards the window which overlooked the lawn where the group of inconvenient and loud boys were now disturbing others in the backyard.

Schlatt grabbed you by your hand, using each other as support as he guided you towards the closest bathroom. Schlatt locked the door before sitting you on the edge of the bathtub and turned around to stare at the state he was in the mirror. You'd partied with Schlatt a couple of times and he was very good at outwardly hiding how drunk he was and it annoyed you because despite drinking the same amount you couldn't handle yourself all the same. There were a few bangs on the other side of the door with a couple of attempts to turn the door knob followed by laughter and some remarks you couldn't really comprehend before they left.

You were so occupied with using all of your energy to focus on unclasping the buttons on your blouse hadn't even noticed that Schlatt had already removed his shirt and had discarded it to the side, both of his hands firmly grasped at the sink and he stared into the mirror, but he wasn't looking at himself. You had managed to unclasp a few of your buttons before letting out a defeated sigh and letting your eyes gaze up towards him, your eyes taking a detour to admire his tensed back. A smile lingered on his lips and he allowed you to stare for a while longer, "you need a hand with those buttons?" he asked, looking down to see your cleavage just about protruding from the top of your blouse, slightly glistening from alcohol that had now soaked through and made your skin slightly sticky.

You nodded coyly, as he began to make his way over. As he turned around you finally got a better view of his front half, just like your breasts, most of his torso had a fine coating of alcohol which caught the light. You must've stared longer than you had thought as he let out a little snicker, looking up to see his self—assured grin, he towered over you trying to attempt to assist in unbuttoning the rest of your blouse. "You're too far down," he laughed, his stifling breath catching your skin again. You both paused and looked at each other. The intent gaze into both of your eyes said more than words could, you could hear your own heart thumping in your chest.

Online, you constantly fed your fans with content that just fuelled them shipping you together. Sexual jokes and taunts, so—called romantic escapades, bickering like an old married couple. Your fans loved you together, but like everything online, it was all fake. Wasn't it?

Hands firmly clasping your face he pressed his lips into yours, out of pure shock and the whiskey causing your reaction time to decline you didn't kiss him back. Schlatt pulled away with his brows moderately furrowed. It was almost as if he was about to apologise before you pulled him in again, your hand wrapped around the back of his head, fingers buried beneath his luscious hair. You returned the kiss, albeit kind of sloppy but you just wanted him then and there, Schlatt relaxed into your touch eagerly biting at your bottom lip before unwillingly retreating to get some air. His chest heaved as he stepped back, concealing his wobble as he did so. An excited grin was plastered on his face as he didn't let you go from his sight, taking in every single last bit.

Despite his drunken state he scooped his hands beneath your luscious thighs and picked you up. He moved his grasp to your ass as you wrapped your legs around him. He stood for a moment as he tried to gather his balance. You both chuckled, stupefied by the situation and how you were both so intoxicated you probably weren't going to remember anything in the morning. You could feel Schlatt's growing erection press against your crotch as he carried you over to the sink where he sat you down, both were pleasantly surprised he didn't topple over with you in his arms. Now in a better position, he continued to unbutton your blouse, his cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red with every button that popped open revealing more of your delectable breasts. Eventually, you just sat in a tiny skirt and a laced black bra, which you did think was a bit too much to be wearing for what you wanted to be doing to that man right now.

He pulled you in again for another kiss, your lips messily meshing together, almost grazing teeth at the eagerness of how long you had both been waiting to taste one another. Schlatt's right hand wandered to your back and he tugged at you, not wanting a piece of paper to be able to get between you both, your breasts pressing up against his chest. Unconsciously he pushed his pelvis forward, allowing you to feel his fully erect cock trapped beneath his underwear. You moaned into the kiss causing him to pull harder and his fingers to wander to the clasp of your bra. They fumbled for a few seconds before he managed to unlatch the hooks; without breaking the kiss he slid both straps from your arms and pulled the garment from you. His hands immediately cupped them.

Schlatt withdrew, allowing his eyes to gaze at your erect nipples. He lowered himself, his tongue grazing over them before he blew on the areas he had just licked causing you to shiver slightly and let an unforeseen moan slip from your lips. Schlatt gave an amused hum as he squeezed your left boob and stoutly sucked at your nipple before moving on to the next one giving them even more attention. Both of your hands caressed his head as he did so, clasping at his hair unintentionally pulling a little too hard as he let out a satisfied groan.

He snaked his hands up under your skirt and tugged at your underwear, sliding it off your legs and discarding it on the cold tile floor. His hands lingered on your thighs as he delicately squeezed at them, his lips once more dancing with yours. "You don't have any fuckin' idea what you do to me," he exhaled against your neck as he began to pepper it with gentle kisses. "I think I do," you teased, using your legs to envelop him and pull his waist closer to feel his hard cock press against you. Schlatt let out an amused mumble, "Can't exactly hide that can I now," he jested before continuing to leave soft kisses on your breasts and trailing down your stomach. "Just fuck me, I've been waiting long enough as it is," you murmured with a smile, not an ounce of nervousness was left as your liquid courage had absorbed it all. "Well, glad to know I'm not the only one," he grinned as he went in for a final kiss, your noses bumped as he enthusiastically slipped his tongue past your lips brushing against yours before eagerly retreating and pressing his lips against yours once more.

Schlatt's hands remained near your crotch, his fingers pressing against your entrance, a gratified hum against the bare skin on your neck as he was pleased to know how wet you were. He pushed to fingers in, a contented moan attempted to leave your mouth before you bit at your bottom lip. He curled his fingers, pulling back and forth slowly, "how badly do you want me to fuck you, huh?" He asked smugly, knowing you wanted him just as badly as he wanted you. He could barely contain himself, he just wanted to fill you up with his girthy length. However, he enjoyed the power he had, teasing you, you just begging for his cock.

In between whimpers, you went to answer but before you could say anything he withdrew his fingers from you and stuck them into your mouth, allowing you to taste yourself. He used his other hand to delicately rub at your throbbing clit. Sucking at his fingers, his breathing became heavy and he gingerly removed his fingers from your mouth. Batting your eyelashes innocently at him didn't help the situation he had going on in his underwear. He finally had to unfetter himself, Schlatt lowered his pants and his hard cock bounced as he eagerly pulled it from his boxers. He admired himself, grabbing it by the base and pushing its tip towards your entrance. It lingered there, not going any further no matter how much you begged him to. Once again, he pushed his lips against yours, his tongue being welcome in your mouth as his cock bobbed at your entrance. He swiftly drove himself in, both of you letting out a pleased exhale. Schlatt used one hand to grab your lower back and the other lightly planted on your waist. Starting off slowly, he rested his head on your shoulder whilst pulling you as close as possible. He was muttering obscenities and how fucking good you felt on his cock.

The banging on the door started again with people jokingly shouting to stop fucking in there followed by laughter once more. The doorknob rattled a few times. Without giving you any warning he thrust himself in deeper, keeping the same pace but allowing more of his length to enter you. You couldn't help but let out a squeal, quickly pulling your hand up to your mouth to try and stop any further noise but Schlatt disapprovingly put it back to where it was, "let them know how nice I feel," he smirked beginning to pick up the pace.

Whoever was outside must have heard your moan as there was some muffled chatter and they quickly disappeared once more. Schlatt began to grumble as he glided inside of you, your wetness completely coating his cock. The room was now filled with the sound of your wet skin making contact and your not-so-discreet moaning. At this point he was utilising the entirety of his erect cock, filling you up entirely. Neither of you was bothered by dirty talk at this point, you had both waited so long to feel each other and being totally inebriated you were both just focusing on how pleasurable you both felt.

Schlatt slowly became more vocal as he began to reach his climax, his face red and sweaty, he drunkenly scrambled to remove himself from you, spurting warm cum all over your thighs and accidentally getting some on your skirt. His body twitched slightly as he emptied himself, slumping over on you as he grabbed at your sweaty body. There was a brief moment of silence, not the uncomfortable kind, just both with each other's company as you both regained your breath. "Fuck, sorry," he mumbled, "you probably didn't finish," he apologised, kissing the lengths of your slightly sweaty neck once more. He groaned as he began to stand up looking at the mess he has created. "It's okay, you can make it up to me next time," you smiled. Schlatt began cleaning you up with a hand towel he had grabbed from the holder. "Well, shit, give me 10 minutes," he stated, half joking as he pulled you in for another drunken sloppy kiss. link to the rest of my work [x]

#jschlatt #schlatt #jschlatt x you #jschlatt x reader #schlatt x reader #schlatt x you #chuckle sandwich #chucklesandwich #smut #x reader #female reader #x female reader #schlagg

244 notes · View notes

h0lographicsun · 2 months ago

Text

About me

Hey!! My name is Cyrus. I'm an author who mainly writes fanfics but I'm also working on some books and I go by any pronouns.

Ccs I WILL write:

Slimecicle, Ranboo, Jschlatt, Tommy, almost anyone I know!

Ccs I WON'T write: Wilbur and Dteam.

Feel Free to request anything I almost have nothing I won't write. I don't love to write smut, but I will. Please be as descriptive as possible in your requests. I typically write shorter oneshots (atleast compared to some other authors) and I don't write/post on weekends. If you request, I'll get to it asap.

My ao3 handle is the same as my tumblr!

#jschlatt x reader #reqs open #tommyinnit x y/n #x reader #reader insert #gender neutral reader #x female reader #tooth rotting fluff #smut

4 notes · View notes

storiesforallfandoms · 5 months ago

Text

the hotel room ~ jschlatt

word count: 2341

request?: no

description: in which they stay in a $4k hotel room, so of course they have to put it to good use

pairing: jschlatt x female!reader

warnings: swearing, rpf, smut (fingering, oral m receiving, praising, unprotected p in v, lil bit of rough sex, multiple orgasms), yet another $4k hotel room fic

masterlist (one, two, three)

"You spent how much?!"

Schlatt merely smirked as he got out of the car he had rented for your Japan trip. You turned back to the huge hotel that stood before you. The look of it alone made you feel extremely poor, and now knowing how much he had paid for it made you feel unworthy of even being on the premises.

He opened the car door and nodded for you to get out. "Come on, we gotta see this fucker."

You followed him into the hotel, with Trevo following behind both of you with the camera in his hand. When you had asked him if he was staying in the same hotel on the ride over, he started laughing. Now you knew why that was his reaction.

The room was huge. Basically big enough to be an apartment. Which made sense because it was the price of rent for an average apartment in New York. Honestly, classifying this as a "room" felt like an understatement. You were almost afraid to touch anything because of how expensive it all felt.

Schlatt and Trevor filmed around the room ("Now it's a tax write off," Schlatt had joked) while you sat on the bed. Even though the room was so expensive it was intimidating, you had to admit it was the comfiest bed you'd ever laid on. Even better than your and Schlatt's shared bed back home. You had also noticed the bathroom, which had a huge walk in shower and a jacuzzi bath tub in the shower, and you were beyond excited to get to use it.

The video concluded with Schlatt showing Trevor the terrace. You followed them outside upon Schlatt's request to see the beautiful view. You were tucked against his side as Trevor shut off the camera. His hand was idly running up and down your arm, so that plus the welcoming heat from his body was starting to lull you to sleep. You had had a long day of travel and you wanted nothing more than to get a hot shower then slip under the covers of that super comfy bed.

"I'm gonna shower," you mumble sheepishly.

"Okay babe," Schlatt said, kissing the top of your head. "I'm gonna finish my beer with Trevor. I'll kick him out if you go to bed before he leaves."

You chuckled. "You don't have to do that, but if he is gone by the time I get out, then I'll see you tomorrow Trevor."

You shut the bathroom door then turned to the shower. You were expecting it to be extremely hard to operate, but you were surprised that it was a very simple, single shower handle. You turned it to nearly as hot as it could go and undressed. You closed the shower door and stepped under the hot water, signing in relief as the hot water hit your body. You washed your hair, letting yourself enjoy the water as you washed up.

The hot water steamed up the shower door enough that you didn't see the bathroom door opening and someone slipping in. You didn't hear the clothes hitting the floor either. When the shower door opened, you yelped. Schlatt chuckled as he slipped in behind you.

"Is Trevor gone already?" you asked.

"Yeah, he also wanted to get back to his hotel and go to bed." He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you flush against his chest. You tried not to notice his hard length pressing against your back. "Jesus, this shower is nice."

"It better be for $4000 a night," you said, leaning into his arms.

"You're not gonna let that go, are you?" he said with a laugh.

"Of course not! That's, like, the price of rent!"

You words were cut off by a gasp as Schlatt cupped your breasts. His fingers rolled one of your nipples between them as his lips lowered to your neck. You moaned as he nipped at the sensitive skin of your neck. It was getting harder to ignore the hard cock pressing against you.

"Have you washed yet?" he whispered in your ear.

"W-What? N-No."

You nearly whimpered as Schlatt pulled away, leaving you missing his body against yours. You watched as he picked up your body wash and squirted some onto his hand. He lathered up both hands and stood behind you again. His soapy hands cupped your breasts again, lathering them up in the sweet scented soap. One hand stayed massaging your breast while the other started moving down. It skimmed your stomach, moving in slow circles to keep lathering the body wash. He ran his soapy hand over one inner thigh, then over the other. Despite the hot water still running over you both, you were shivering with anticipating.

Two fingers ran through your folds before applying pressure to your clit. You moaned as Schlatt started rubbing agonizingly slow circles against your clit. His lips found their way to your neck again, kissing and biting you, undoubtably leaving marks. Your body jolted involuntarily and pressed your ass further against Schlatt. He groaned, his cock twitching against you.

"I think," he said, his mouth right next to your ear, "I should be very thorough in cleaning you."

And with that, he slipped a finger into you. You cried out in pleasure as he slowly fucked you with his finger. The palm of his hand pressed against your clit, picking up where his fingers had left off. You were quite literally putty in his hands. The hand on your breast moved to wrap around your middle, holding you up as your legs began to tremble.

"You gonna cum for me baby?" he asked. "I can feel you tightening around my finger. If I give you another one, will you cum for me?" You nodded, but he grabbed your chin and turned your head to look at him. "Use your words, toots."

"Yes!" you cried. "Yes, Jay. I'll cum for you!"

He smiled and slipped a second finger into you. It didn't take long for him to coax an orgasm out of you. You trembled in his arms, your walls spasming around his fingers. The sounds of your moans echoed off the bathroom walls. Schlatt whispered praises into your ear as you came down from your high. You whimpered as he pulled his fingers from you. He held his hand under the water, which had started going cold, to rinse your juices from them.

Schlatt reached past you to turn off the water. You turned to face him, almost immediately noticing he was still hard. You reached down to stoke his cock. He grunted as your hand touched his member. You pumped him a few times before moving to kneel, but Schlatt stopped you.

"Not here," he said, breathless. "Wouldn't want you to hurt those pretty knees on the tile floor."

He led you back into the room and sat you on the comfortable bed. Schlatt stood before you, stroking his cock as he looked down at you in admiration. He ran his free hand through your hair.

"Open."

You did as he commanded, opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue. He smirked at you. "Good girl."

He smacked his cock against your tongue before slowly pushing it into your mouth. You wrapped your lips around him, keeping your tongue on the underside of his cock. He moaned as you took him as deep as you could go. You looked up at him, his head thrown back in pleasure, beads of water from the shower still dripping down your body. You felt yourself becoming wet (or rather wetter) between your legs at the sight alone.

He was slow and gentle as he fucked your mouth. He didn't want to accidentally gag you or hurt your jaw (it had happened before and he still felt immensely guilty for it). He wanted to savor the feeling of your warm, wet mouth wrapped around him, and the sight your beautiful eyes looking up at him. But god, he'd be lying if he said he didn't just wanna fuck your face until drool was running down your chin and he was shooting his load deep into your throat. You were so beautiful and perfect, and he just loved when he got to ruin you because you were his and his alone.

When the feeling of your mouth around him became too much, he pulled himself from you and said, "Up on the bed on all fours."

You wasted no time in doing what he said, a small smile on your face as you did. He chuckled to himself at your excitement as he climbed up onto the bed behind you. He put a hand between your shoulders, guiding you down onto the bed until your face was buried in the pillows and your ass was in the air, presented to him.

"The bed isn't against anything, so I can go as hard as I want without worrying about the headboard," he said, running his cock through your folds in a teasing way. "If I go too hard, you'll tell me, right?"

"Yes sir," you said, your words muffled by the bed sheets.

"What's the safe word, princess? I need to hear it before we start."

"P-Pineapples. Fuck, please fuck me, Jay. Please."

"Who am I to say no when you're beggin' all pretty for me?"

He pushed himself into you, filling you completely with one thrust. You cried out, muffling your noises with the sheets below you. As he started thrusting at a brutal pace, he grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled your head up from the bed.

"Don't you dare try to muffle those pretty noises," he growled. "I wanna hear how good I'm makin' you feel."

You had no intentions of holding back your noises, mainly because you didn't think you'd be able to. He had you so cock drunk that all you could focus on was the feeling of his cock abusing your g-spot. You gave him exactly what he wanted, your moans filling the room and mixing with the sound of his skin slapping against yours. Once you were able to focus on anything else, you had to admit you were impressed with how little the bed was moving even with Schlatt's roughest thrusts.

He let go of your hair, allowing your head to fall back onto the bed, to grab your hips with both hands. His fingers dug into the fleshy parts, definitely leaving more marks on you. Not that either of you minded. You loved when Schlatt marked you up. You wore the hickies that he gave you with pride, letting everyone know who you belonged to. With this new grip, though, he was able to pound into you harder, which you didn't think would've been possible. You cried out as you felt the familiar pressure building in your lower stomach again.

"Are you gonna cum again?" he asked. "Gonna cum all over this cock like a good girl, babe?"

"Y-Yes!" you cried. "Yes I'm gonna cum again. F-Fuck, it f-feels so g-good."

"That's it, baby, cum all over my cock. I'll give you want you want then, I promise."

He didn't have to do or say much else to get you to cum again. You were already on the edge of your orgasm, and you weren't sure you'd be able to stop yourself even if you tried. You gripped the sheets so tight in your hands that you could almost feel your nails digging into your palms through the fabric. You screamed Schlatt's name as your orgasm ripped through you, hitting you harder than your last one had.

Schlatt wasn't too far behind you, his thrusts growing sloppy and his cock twitching inside of you. He reached for your arms, pulling you up so that you were pressed against him once again. You turned your head to meet his lips as he thrusted into you one final time, spilling himself completely inside of you. He held you close, his body trembling from his own release. His hands wandered to and part of your body he could touch, until he finally settled on wrapping one arm around your waist and the other across your chest. He was whispering praises into your ear again as you both came down from your high.

Eventually, when he started to soften, he gently lowered you back onto the bed then pulled himself from you. You rolled onto your back, watching him as he disappeared back into the bathroom and came out with a wash cloth for you.

"I hope they don't charge for us using the fuckin' towels and cloths," he said as he passed you the warm cloth.

You giggled. "You already spent $4000, what's another couple dollars to clean up after sex?"

"I'll tell you one thing, this is the nicest fuckin' room I've ever had sex in. Nothing else will ever compare."

"You're right. We may as well just stop having sex once we leave this room."

He gave you a look. "Okay, I didn't say that."

You giggled again as he got into bed with you. He pulled you into his arms and pulled the covers up over the both of you. Your body immediately relaxed into his side, and into the most comfortable mattress you've ever laid on in your life.

It was silent for a moment, and you were starting to fall asleep, when Schlatt suddenly woke you by exclaiming, "There's a fuckin' button to close the blinds!"

You opened your eyes to watch Schlatt click a button next to the bed, and suddenly the large, black out blinds started to slowly draw shut on their own.

"Jesus, I fuckin' hate rich people," Schlatt muttered.

"And yet you're the one who booked this room."

"Okay, we've been over that. Time to move on."

You playfully stuck your tongue out at him before mumbling, "Goodnight, Jay."

"Goodnight, babe." He kissed the top of your head. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

#jschlatt #jschlatt imagine #jschlatt x reader #jschlatt smut #schlatt #schlatt imagine #schlatt x reader #schlatt smut #imagine #one shot #smut #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom

1K notes · View notes

beansnsoup · 8 months ago

Text

Jaelyn's fic recs!

Fluff- 🧡

Smut - 💛

Part One! -> Part Two!

Alastor-

☆ Deer Dolly - Series by @ohproserpine 🧡

☆ for valentines day, i thought i'd buy a gun. By @ohproserpine

synopsis: you make your husband mad on purpose. 🧡💛?

☆ Alastor x Wife!Reader by @altruisticalastor

Summary: Lucifer gets a little too brazen with Alastor's darling wife. Guess the Ruler of Hell would just have to learn a lesson about who you belong to 💛

☆ my wife, my wife, my wife, my wife by @iicarused

synopsis:reader is vox’s ex and he’s not too keen of the separation — you were supposed to come back to him! not run around with his rival and get rid of his only access of looking after you (removing any/all electronics from your life) 🧡?

☆ come back to me by @iicarused

synopsis: you’re getting tired of the radio demon (part ii) 🧡?

☆ alastor + cunnilingus by @vmpyria 💛

☆ heaven knows your name by @iicarused

synopsis: heartaches after yearning for each other after decades of being apart 🧡

☆ alastor x married!reader by @bigfatbimbo 🧡

☆ DANCE WITH THE DEVIL by @popamolly

summary. Amidst the vibrant 1920s in New Orleans, a forbidden love unfolds in the lively jazz-filled atmosphere, evolving from an intoxicating romance to a twisted tale of heartbreak and murder, serving as a reminder to never dance with the devil. (SERIES) 🧡💛

Johnnie Guilbert-

☆ New Set by @corrodedcoffins-blog

summary: Giving boyfriend!Johnnie head scratches after getting new acrylics 🧡

☆ Collab by @teapartyprincess4two

summary: You and Johnnie pretend to date, faking it for so long that it became real. 🧡

☆ Run Your Mouth by @samandcolby-ownme

Prompt: Johnnie and reader get into an argument which leads to make up sex. 💛

☆ vampire!Johnnie x reader by @caeunot

summary- you find out your bf is a vampire 🧡💛?

☆ johnnie guilbert x reader by @caeunot

summary- johnnie writing zombie about you 🧡

☆ You by @sturnsreader 💛

☆ you know i’ll keep you in my locket by @stardustloserdoll 🧡

JSchlatt-

☆ "sit on my face." by @ghostkidabs 💛

☆ Jack & Coke part one by @d444zed 🧡💛?

☆ Jack & Coke part two by @d444zed 💛

☆ Mutual breakup headcanon/oneshot by @ohbabydollie 🧡

☆ Mutual breakup oneshot by @ohbabydollie 💛

Ellie Williams-

☆ no room for the holy spirit by @moncherellie 💛

☆ Roommate Trouble by @justkindalivin

summary: Your roommate Jesse and his girlfriend Dina fuck..a lot. loudly. When you finally get fed up after being woken up by their nightly “activities”, you go to Dina’s dorm for some peace and quiet only to run into her roommate, Ellie. 🧡💛

☆ hands to herself by @elliesbarbie

summary: ellie thinks you look a little too good in that bikini you chose to wear for the annual best friend vacay and can’t keep her hands off you 💛

☆ Getting caught with ellie by @me-and-your-husband 💛

☆ Body Ink by @me-and-your-husband

summary: you tattoo ellie's thigh. it's a bit of a compromising position, and it leads you down an unexpected road. female reader. 🧡💛

Alex Turner-

☆ Pillow Talk by @ohladymoon-blog

summary: what the title says, just pillow talk and soft cuddles after sex. ends in cockwarming. 🧡💛

☆ strawberry lace by @lilmisssweetdreams 🧡💛

☆ Test Drive by @savorypink 💛

Spiderman-

☆ Wingman (Hobie Brown) by @love-bitesx 🧡

☆ Crybaby (Hobie Brown) by @merowkittie 🧡

☆ "Thank You, Mrs. Parker." (Spider Noir) by @sabcandoit

Summary: After your wedding, you and Peter go home and have sex for the first time. 🧡💛

☆ Miss Your Face (TASM! Peter Parker) by @dontsaypetertingle

Summary: When you have to go out of town for work Peter gets lonely and a bit needy. An innocent call home to check on him becomes a lot more intense than originally planned. (Has a pt 2) 💛

☆ Break It In (Tom! Peter Parker) by @simplyparker

Summary: Peter gets his first car, and you want to have some fun 💛

☆ Please, Don't Stop Now by @echos-newlegs

Summary: you are in an established relationship with Peter, and he very much wants baby. 🧡💛

Fred Weasley-

☆ Facetime by @albertdabuttler

summary: !!MODERN AU!! Fred calls you in the middle of the night because he can’t sleep, but you look so pretty and he starts getting a little heated up. (Has 3 parts) 🧡💛

☆ Sweet Sugar Candyman by @keykeep 💛

☆ Sleeping In by @screamingoverfiction 💛

☆ Slipping Through My Fingers by @midnightmoonytales

Summary: Watching his little girl grow up had to one of his favorite things to see, but also one of the saddest. Every pivotal moment of her life flashing through his mind, even to this one now. (Wolfstar!daughter reader) 🧡

☆ Electric Pull by @apparentlytheproblem 🧡

Steve Harrington-

☆ I'll Be The Judge (Ft. Robin x Reader) by @luvfae

summary: steve and robin get into an argument about which one of them can give a girl a better orgasm, you come up with an idea to settle the argument once and for all. 💛

☆ Cowboy Hat Rule by @taintedcigs

summary: helping out mr. harrington in his ranch was supposed to be fun, but steve harrington was an asshole. an absolute pain in your ass that teased you, and you gave him the same energy back, always. so when you unknowingly wear his cowboy hat, he decides to teach you what exactly the cowboy hat rule is. 💛

☆ Marriage Pact by @fantasylandloser

summary: besties that plan to get married 🧡💛

Eddie Roundtree-

☆ Blind Date by @luvfae

Summary: The reader and Eddie get setup on a blind date 🧡💛

☆ Lead Singers Are Overrated by @luvfae

summary: working at the whiskey has it perks and that includes getting railed backstage by a certain bassist in a band. 💛

Extras-

☆ Not In On The Joke (Brian Quinn) by @joe--bro

Summary: The Jokers have to do certain tasks to win in the park, and a certain task given by the rest of the Jokers leads Q to talk to you. 🧡

☆ Flavored Kisses (Xavier Thorpe) by @cosmicpearlz

summary: in which you wear a different flavored chapstick everyday and your boyfriend xavier loves it. 🧡

☆ Babysitting (Judd Birch) by @just-another-author-i-guess

Summary: you and Judd are the designated babysitters for the night. 🧡💛

☆ Don't Fake It (Peter Quill) by @professorrw

Request/Summary: peter starts getting frisky with the reader but shes tired and isn’t really in the mood. He would never pressure her or anything but she wants to make him happy and feels bad saying no, so she does it and fakes her orgasm just to get it over with. Later, he somehow finds out (or knew all along, you decide) that she faked it and of course his ego is bruised and he’s kinda annoyed, but also feels guilty she didn’t tell him how she felt. So the next night, she starts coming onto him and he makes damn sure she never fakes it again. 💛

☆ So Beautiful (Loki Laufeyson) by @lokiisdaddyblog

Summary: Reader is feeling insecure and Loki proves to her that she's perfect. 🧡💛

#alastor x reader #jschlatt x reader #johnnie guilbert x reader #ellie williams x reader #spiderman x reader #alex turner x reader #steve harrington x reader #eddie roundtree x reader #brian quinn x reader #xavier thorpe x reader #judd birch x reader #peter quill x reader #loki x reader #fic recs

244 notes · View notes

jschladderall · 4 months ago

Text

Oh no, Schtepbro!

A Jschlatt smut story…

Pairing: stepbro!Schlatt x fem!Reader

POV: Second-person POV*

Summary: You’re trying to get your laundry done when your older stepbrother, John (you refer to him as Johnny), finds you in a vulnerable position. (Schlatt here is meant to be “Johnny” from the OTK IQ test video where he’s wearing the jersey.)

Word Count: ≈1400

Author’s Note: This is going to be my first “proper” story post. It’s unfinished, so it’s going to be left on a cliffhanger for now; I just want some feedback and more ideas. Please keep in mind that this is largely unedited and unrevised. (I also wrote it in a typical “story” format, how you’d see in books.)

The story is also very dialogue-heavy! It's also kinda dub-con, but not really. It's meant to be consensual; Reader is just morally conflicted at first.

* This was originally written in the third person, using a name and female pronouns, so if there are any mistakes, please let me know! I’ve replaced the name with “you” and all pronouns with the proper second-person versions. I’m hoping that it doesn’t get too repetitive. 😅

Warning: Schlatt here is a pretty mean stepbrother! He refers to Reader as a “slut” sometimes and is generally degrading.

@moistcl1tikal-ao3 r u proud 🧍🏻‍♀️

—————

You had some laundry to do…

You trudged downstairs to the laundry room with your basket full of dirty clothes, completed your normal routine of getting the clothes in, putting the detergent in the little compartment, and… waiting. Waiting, waiting, waiting.

…

Ding! The timer was up. Once more, you completed your second routine of transferring your wet clothes from the washer to the dryer. Your knees started burning from the carpet you were resting on, and you groaned, pausing for a second. You shifted your weight to momentarily ease the pain before returning to your work.

Once you finished the transfer, you leaned into the machine to evenly disperse your clothes for the drying process. You went to back out… before your ass had bumped into something.

“Not so fast, Pumpkin.”

Your stepbrother, John, had placed himself on his knees behind you while you were distracted with your laundry.

“Johnny, what're you doing?” you asked, confused.

“Mm, nothin’,” he replied, thrusting his hips forward, careful to not bang your head on the dryer.

“I- I kinda need to back up so I can clo- close the dryer, Johnny,” you mumbled, now embarrassed.

John chuckled, admiring your form from behind. “You'll get t’do that, Princess.”

You whimpered as your stepbrother placed his hands on your hips, rubbing back and forth.

“John- Johnny, you can't do that t- to me,” you stated, your voice wavering.

“‘N’ why not, Pumpkin?”

You were frozen in shock, unsure as to what you should do. You had known your stepbrother to be a pervert, but you had never expected him to approach you.

“We’re … we’re stepsiblings, Johnny,” you squeaked out, “‘s not appropriate.”

John had pressed his growing erection into your ass again, this time holding himself there as he continued caressing you.

“Sto- Stop, Johnny!”

“Yeah? ‘N’ why should I?” he asked, quizzically. “Does it make ya feel dirty, Sis?”

You were blushing profusely at every word that came out of your stepbrother's mouth. Your head hung low as you tried to mentally deny your arousal. Once more, you attempted to verbally shut down the situation, but all that came out of you was a moan.

John again chuckled, spanking you, eliciting a sharp gasp from you.

“Nasty slut, huh? Yer stepbro has you bent over ‘n’ ya like it.”

He grabbed at your leggings and ripped them open. To his surprise, you had nothing on underneath: “Stupid slut, was this f’me? Y’wanted yer Johnny's cock that bad?”

Despite your protests, John tore your leggings open further, ensuring his full access to you. He teased your slit with his finger, coating his digit in the fluid that had gathered and started dripping.

“John- Johnny! Y- You can't … no, please! We- We can't do- ”

You were cut off by your stepbrother's finger abruptly sliding into your drooling cunt. You whined at the intrusion, “accidentally” pushing back onto John.

Snickering, he mocked you, “Y’still gonna tell me y’don’ want it? Yer just a stupid slut fer yer stepbro, huh?”

Pulling his finger out, John left a hefty spank on your ass, causing it to sting. He pulled your front half out of the dryer by your arms, having your back pressed flush against him.

Leaning down to put his lips next to your ear, John murmured, “When were y’gonna tell me about those li’l fan’asies of yours, hm? Th’ones that y’text yer friends about, talkin’ ‘bout how much y’want yer Johnny's cock, yer big bro’s cock.”

You, completely flustered, squeezed your eyes shut out of embarrassment. John chuckled, pressing his scruffy cheek to yours.

He continued, “Y’seem t’like this jersey ‘specially, huh? Whizzat? Y’like how mean I look?”

With another scornful laugh, John said, “I can show ya how mean I can be, Pumpkin. Yer li’l pussy might not be able t’handle it, though… Pipsqueak…”

You moaned out and pushed your ass back into your stepbrother. Your fluids left a mark on his shorts, right where his cock enticingly stretched the fabric. John groaned at the sight before him, your leggings torn open, exposing your drooling cunt to him.

“How d’ya want yer big bro’s cock, hm? Doggy? I think doggy's good,” he playfully suggested.

You acquiesced before another heavy smack came down on your ass. “Attagirl. Fuckin’ ... who knew you'd be such a dirty slut, huh? My slutty li’l stepsis.”

John let you down into your position before he pulled his shorts and boxers down, revealing his hard cock. It sprung up before bobbing to a stop. Precum had already started leaking, glistening in the light. He rubbed the tip of his cock against your cunt, coating it in your slick, but you had jumped forward.

“Sor- Sorry,” you mumbled, “‘m just nervous.”

John smirked and said, “Jus’ let yer big bro do the work, yeah? Yer Johnny’ll make ya feel good, Pumpkin.”

He corrected your position before holding your hip steady with one hand, using his other hand to guide his girthy cock towards your dripping entrance. You tried so hard to stay still, but …

“John- Johnny, ‘m really scared.”

“Y’on’ gotta be, Doll,” John replied as he started pushing his flushed tip into you.

Despite trying to move away, you were held in place by John's strong grip. You were being forced to take his cock.

“Johnny- Johnny, fuck-,” you sobbed out, “‘s too much, too big, ngh- ah- ”

“My li’l pipsqueak can't handle bein’ stretched ‘round my cock, huh? S’okay, you can take it,” he cooed, “you can take yer big bro’s cock, yeah?”

After another moan, you buried your face into the carpet. You were embarrassed and ashamed, yet still oddly aroused, and very much so.

“How much more, Johnny?” you impatiently asked, desperate to get used to the size of your stepbrother's cock.

“How about y’find out?” John snarled, snapping his hips forward with a lewd groan of his own. “Fuckin’ slut. So eager fer this cock, huh, Pumpkin?”

A sharp gasp left you as you tried to adjust to the sudden intrusion. Your stepbrother was balls deep in your little cunt, stretching you out on the laundry room floor. You couldn't help but whimper, gently pushing back on John.

“Can't believe ya told yer friends about how you could take this cock. Look at yer li’l cunt strugglin’ to fit me. I’m tearin’ ‘er at the seams, Pipsqueak.”

He pulled out a bit before gently pushing back in. Your tight hole made obscene sounds as it squeezed him, and it made him feel dizzy. John was so drunk on your pussy. Grabbing his phone, he started recording your misdeeds.

You pushed back on him again, almost to challenge him once you’d realized that he was capturing it all on video. With a confident yet quivering voice, you dared your stepbrother, “Thought- Thought you were mean. What happened t’it- ”

John had roughly slammed his cock back into you, holding himself at your deepest point.

He scoffed, “I decided t’be gen’le with you, ‘n’ ya just have to be a brat. ‘s that right? Y’still have t’act outta line with yer big bro even when he's balls deep in this pretty pussy?”

You tried to get some purchase on the carpet to deal with the overstimulation, but to no avail. You tried ignoring John’s presence, both in and on you, but he had leaned down again to put his lips to your ear.

He murmured, “Yer little friends are gonna watch ya take this big cock when I'm done wi’ you, y’hear? They're gonna watch how much you struggle to take yer big bro."

John leaned back, making sure to emphasize the stretch on the recording. He grabbed your ass and spread it, showing off the perfect view of how tightly your cunt was wrapped around his fat cock.

“Look a’ this, guys. Look a’ yer best friend takin’ ‘er Johnny so well … She's so stretched out. None ‘f ya are gettin’ this from ‘er. She wants her big bro,” he said with a sinister laugh.

You again moaned, your cunt fluttering around John's cock.

“Ain’t that right, Sweetheart? Huh? Y’want yer big bro?” he mocked.

Spanking your ass, John laughed sadistically at the notion that his stepsister was cockdrunk only for him …

#jschlatt x reader #jschlatt smut #schtepbro

99 notes · View notes

exactlymaximumgarden · 4 months ago

Text

what i did for love (jschlatt x reader fic)

chapter 1: ...again!

summary: your broadway debut is finally here after years of working toward it. however, an unwelcome face is quick to crash the party. word count: ~1.3k warnings: fem!reader a/n: please don't yell at me if any of the details about the rehearsal process or whatever are factually incorrect. idgaf!!! all love ofc. also, this fic will (obviously) draw on a lot of material from a chorus line, so i’d suggest familiarizing yourself with the show while reading if you’re not already! not essential tho lol song: i hope i get it - a chorus line ensemble

The first thing you noticed was how, no matter where you performed or for how long, you would never get used to the way the stage lights quite nearly blinded you.

Opening night of your leg of A Chorus Line opened in less than two weeks, and you couldn’t be more elated. For years, this had been your dream. To perform, to be onstage, to be on Broadway. And now here you were. The show was undergoing another revival, a more modern take on the iconic musical. The casting directors had issued an open call to all aspiring stars in New York City to scout some fresh talent. They’d mentioned something about wanting to find unknowns, some unrecognizable faces since you couldn’t keep casting the same people over and over. That would be overkill, they said. That was a no-go. Not here. Not in the big leagues or whatever.

Hell, you were lucky that you even made it past the initial round of callbacks. But if you had told the version of you almost a year ago that was stepping into those auditions for the first time that you were going to be chosen to play Cassie, one of the most prominent roles in the show, you probably wouldn’t have believed it. A whole dance number and song to yourself, plus the most dialogue out of the rest of the female characters? It was surreal.

And now, after months of rehearsals, the opening was just around the corner.

It was no secret that everyone involved was growing increasingly antsy the closer opening night drew. Your castmates were collectively full of a newfound energy you hadn’t witnessed from them yet. It didn’t help that today was the first day of full costumes, plus more light and music cueing. Somehow, the show coming together brought everyone’s moods up by a thousand.

These more upbeat vibes were made evident as the cast stood in the primary assigned formation, one next to the other all in a line close to the edge of the stage. You stood, unable to stop yourself from fidgeting with the scarlet tulle of your costume’s skirt while, out in the audience, the production team buzzed amongst each other with directives, ideas on what to cue next, and how. And those stage lights, those damn lights, bore down upon you. You had to tilt your head down to keep the rays from blaring directly into your eyes.

“Okay!” You were no sooner snapped out of your daze at the booming sound of your director Vanja’s voice from out in the audience. Vanja was a middle-aged woman who’d been raised to become a ballet prodigy. She was not only a seasoned dancer but a strict, dedicated spirit, which was only natural considering her upbringing. She was functioning as both director and choreographer, so she was undoubtedly the most strung-up out of anyone involved in the show, but for obviously different reasons. You squinted, trying to search for her limber figure out in the house, but your vision was obscured from your point on the stage. Her eastern European accent (from exactly where, you couldn't recall) oozed through her words like a thick molasses as she continued, “We will be running ‘At The Ballet’ next. Victoria! Step up, please.”

From your left, your castmate Victoria stepped forward. The tall blonde had been cast as Sheila, the character who sung the first section of the aforementioned song. Since the two of you were sandwiched directly beside each other in the line formation, you’d become quite close during the rehearsal process. “Yes?” Victoria answered coolly, not at all intimidated by Vanja’s demanding tone. You couldn’t help but envy her a little bit for that.

“We will start a couple of lines before the beginning of the song,” Vanja instructed. “Isaiah will prompt you.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Isaiah!” Isaiah was another member of the cast, having been assigned the role of Zach, or the director of the chorus line the show centered around. Zach was primarily unseen throughout the show save for a few particular scenes, so Isaiah, the lucky bastard, got to sit out in the house for most of the rehearsals. You couldn’t see where he was located either, but Vanja seemed to have spotted him, as you could hear her advise, “Start from, ah… start from, ‘Better, go on.’ Just after she’s taken her ponytail down, yes?”

You heard a deeper voice clearing their throat, indicating Isaiah was beginning to speak his assigned dialogue. “Better. Go on.”

Victoria, meanwhile, squared her shoulders in an attempt to rapidly lock into character before reciting her own lines. “Oh, how she did it. Well, first, she took me to see all the ballets. And then, she gave me her old toe shoes, which I used to run down the sidewalk in. On my toes. At five. And then-”

Suddenly, the typically fluorescent stage lights dimmed to a faded mix of blue and purple. It would have been a very serene color combo had it not been for Vanja’s deafening voice cutting Victoria’s dialogue off. “Hold!” she yelled. “That light cue is too early! That is not supposed to happen until the music starts! Who did that? Tech! Who did that?”

As Vanja spat out her rampaging words, Victoria turned her head just slightly enough to make eye contact with you. She sent you a discreet side-eye as if to nonverbally say, ‘She’s crazy!’

At that moment, one of the members of the tech crew stuck his head out from the wings of the stage. You recognized his face considering you’d seen him around so often, but you never caught his name. “Sorry, ma’am!” he apologized with a rueful grin. “That was an accident. I’m trying to show the new guy the ropes.”

New guy?

Judging by the tone of Vanja’s voice instantly calming down, she seemed to grasp the situation. “Ah, the new techie boy?” she queried. “I haven’t gotten to see him yet.”

“Oh, he’s right here.”

Almost as if on cue, everyone in the cast’s head turned towards the wing, where a second head popped out from behind the curtain. Your eyes widened. No way.

The new guy in question donned a polite smile, his oak brown curls cascading down the sides of his face into mutton chops you recognized all too well. His golden-rimmed aviator glasses shielded his glinting eyes. “How’s it goin’?” he greeted sheepishly, and to your right, you heard your castmate Ari suck in a quiet gasp. Nobody ever spoke to Vanja so casually.

No way.

“Hello.” Surprisingly, Vanja didn’t seem to mind so much. Or maybe she was just giving him the pass since he was new. “What’s your name? I apologize, I never caught it.”

“Oh, uh, Jay. Lotsa people call me Schlatt, though.”

No. Way.

“Ah. Pleasure to meet you, Jay.” You could practically hear the smile in Vanja’s words. “Come see me when we take a break so I can properly speak to you.”

“Will do. Sorry ‘bout the lights. I’ll be more careful.”

Your stomach churned. Why the hell was he here? Him, of all people? Victoria, sweet Victoria, somehow seemed to catch on to your less than enthused reaction. In your periphery, you could see her quirking up a brow inquisitively at your expression. You couldn’t even make eye contact with her. You were too busy staring at Schlatt, fighting to keep your jaw from dropping.

And of course the prick had to notice you.

It happened in a split second. As he retreated back behind the curtain, your gazes met. A stupid grin crept onto his face as he saw you, clearly dumbfounded by his very presence in the theatre. If you weren’t onstage right now in front of all these people, you would’ve lunged at him.

You heard Vanja’s voice once more as the lights returned to their normal cue, preparing to resume the scene, but it all might as well have been a distant echo. Somehow, someway, Schlatt had made his way back into your life after fighting for so long to keep him out of it.

Why him?

next chapter

#broadway!reader x techie!schlatt how we feelin chat #no beta #jschlatt #jschlatt x reader #schlatt #chuckle sandwich #schlatt x reader #chuckle sandwich x reader #schlatt x you #jschlatt fanfic #jschlatt imagine #schlatt imagine #schlatt fanfic #fanfic #broadway!reader x techie!schlatt #what i did for love

82 notes · View notes

doetic · 1 year ago

Text

anything. (TEASER) - dom!experienced!Jschlatt x smaller!sub!inexperienced!F!reader (18+)

Plot: Inexperienced reader finds herself in the bedroom of a man she had only met online that morning in an attempt to be more spontaneous and adventurous following a breakup. Warnings: BDSM (very light hitting and choking but no established safe word), smut, hookup culture, size kink (reader is described as shorter, thin, small and fragile compared to schlatt), female reader with female parts (not many gendered terms besides occasional things like good girl) Word Count (for this snippet): 456 A/n: Based on a Jordan Romano self insert smut I wrote in a notebook during a boring uni lecture

“So fuckin’ tiny,”

Schlatt’s voice came out as a low, near-growl as he looked you up and down with a slow, predatory gaze. His large hands tightly gripped your waist with a possessive firmness to them.

“I could do anything to you, and I’d bet you’d love it all.” He wet his lips. “Wouldn’t you?”

Shyly you let out a hum of confirmation, looking down at his hands on your waist rather than up into his eyes. Sex in general wasn’t something you were clueless of, but definitely not your area of expertise. However, he was handsome, and you were feeling spontaneous following the end of a long term relationship.

“C’mon toots, use your words,” he let out an amused chuckle, moving his left hand from your waist to your cheek. His thumb was placed under your jaw and turned your face up to look him in the eyes. “You’ll love any way I decide to use you, won’t you?”

“Y-yeah,” a warmth filled your cheeks as you spoke “Please use me…”

If you could purr, a low rumble would have filled your chest at the electric feeling of his touch. The intensity of his gaze could almost be physically felt as he searched your eyes for any sign of wanting to back out, but despite the nervous energy wafting off of you, there was none to be found.

His oh-so-tempting lips parted into a cocky grin, his thumb gently rubbing the skin of your jaw. “So shy… don’t worry, I can be gentle.”

You felt cold as he removed his touch from you and sat down on the bed behind him, gesturing for you to straddle him.

“It’s okay,” you spoke as you obeyed his silent command. “It’s just been a while.”

You ran a hand cautiously and shyly along his chest, looking down at your hand instead of his face again. His hand gently grabbed your wrist and guided it underneath his shirt with the careful patience one would give to a frightened animal.

“I won’t hurt you baby, I promise.” He spoke, leaning into your neck. You almost gasped at the feeling of his breath against your sensitive skin alone, and once his lips pressed against it you felt as if you were dissolving into his touch.

You believed his words, but knew at the same time that the man before you was a wolf in sheep’s clothing. The large man before you certainly had the capability to bruise and harm you in the most heavenly ways at his will, and a part of you craved for his gentle touch to become the harsh and animalistic one you knew he was capable of.

“I know,” you replied sincerely. “Please don’t make me wait.”

#alyssia's upcoming #jschlatt smut #jschlatt fanfic #jschlatt x reader #jschlatt fic #schlatt oneshot #schlatt x reader #schlatt smut

251 notes · View notes

kissiej · 4 months ago

Text

Waffle House Part 1 (Schlatt x Reader)

Hi everyone! This is a Jschlatt x reader story where the reader is a female waitress at her local waffle house. This is my first time writing an actual story on this app, so let me know if you have any feedback. This is written in a second person point of view, but enjoy my writing if you end up reading this <3

request?: nope

proof read?: nuh uh

word count: 2.3k

It was another typical summer morning. Sunny, hot, and probably extremely humid. You knew exactly what type of day it was going to be as you lied there in bed for the few extra moments that you always savored on mornings you had to work. All in all, it wasn't that early, and you had worked much earlier shifts at your beloved workplace, the local Waffle House. But still, it was much too early for you.

The sudden noise of your backup alarm from your phone jolts you up as you swipe to shut off the blaring sound coming from your cellphone. The time on your lockscreen read 07:05 AM. You sharply inhale as you turn to get out of bed and mentally prepare yourself for the day. Your feet hit the floor and you stand up and subconsciously begin to stretch your back out walking to your bathroom. It wasn't connected to your bedroom, which you wish it was, but what can you except from such a cheap apartment? You didn't plan on staying in this area long anyway.

As you enter your bathroom your greeted with your tired looking reflection in the mirror above your sink. Groaning, you lean on your small standalone sink before rubbing your eyes. Come on, just get ready. You have to tell yourself this almost every time you wake up earlier than 9 AM.

You turn the water on the coldest setting letting it run for a moment as you quickly tie back your hair and put on a small headband. Splashing the cold water on your face as you recenter yourself with your sink, you feel slightly more awake. Turning the knob of your faucet, you grab the nearest towel and pat your face dry before continuing your morning routine which consisted of light makeup, brushing your hair out and putting it back into a claw clip, and brushing your teeth.

You're almost done with getting ready for shift. You walk back to your bedroom and open the top drawer of your dresser, carefully rummaging through it attempting to not mess up your folded clothes. You pull out the usual uniform you wear, light blue polo, black skort, and on top of your dresser is your designated name tag, stamped onto it is your name in neat upper-case letters. From your other drawer you pull out a fresh pair of underwear and a bra for the day. You begin to get out of your sleepwear, closing the drawers to the dresser with your hips as you toss your dirty shirt, pants, and undergarments to the laundry bin. Stepping into your new pair of underwear followed by your skort, you decide to check the time on your phone. 07:38 AM, you read as you realize you need to speed up getting ready. You only live about 7-8 minutes away from your work, but you never know what traffic will be like, or what problems you'll face.

As you're finally dressed you grab your purse and slip on your socks before sliding into your white tennis sneakers. You sort through your purse making sure you have everything. Keys, phone, lip balm, hand sanitizer, gum, and a hair tie. That's your mental checklist that you repeat to yourself as you peek into your bag. Luckily this morning, everything is in your bag, so you unlock your door pulling out your keys to relock it after your departure. You rush down the flight of stairs in your outdoor apartment complex as you get into your truck. You jam in the keys, clicking on your engine before you reverse out of your parking spot and start the race to work.

You've finally made it to work and park in the spot you park almost everyday. You hope out of your car grabbing your purse and taking out your keys, before coming in through the back door through the kitchen. You punch in.

"Hey y/n! Nobody's sat in your section yet, so mind filling up coffee's at the counter while I take a quick smoke break?" You hear her voice and immediately realize your officially at work for the day. It's your shift manager Beca talking. She requests this as if it's an option and you can say no, but you obviously can't. "Sure, I got you" You respond to her smiling in her direction before putting on your little work apron that ties around your waist.

You walk out of the kitchen to behind the counter and see a few usuals and a few new faces. Grabbing the coffee pot you begin to offer a refill to everyone who has a mug, occasionally taking an order or answering questions. Beca finally comes back in, and it's just at the right time because 2 parties had just sat down in your section. Beca looks at you with a hint of gratitude in her expression and flashes you a smile. Walking out from behind the counter you make your way over to the party of three.

"Hey, I'm y/n, I'll be your server today! Did anybody want any drinks?" You recited your usual introduction as everybody told you what drinks they liked. You nodded. You can remember that, no need to write it down. A water, a coffee, and an iced tea. You quickly make your way back behind the counter filling up the water and the tea bringing them over to the table and setting them down. You walk back behind the counter and grab the coffee pot and a mug walking back over to the table and setting the mug down and filling it with the thin dark liquid. The people at the table talk amongst themselves as you pour the coffee saying things like "what should I get?" and "Hmm I don't know about that". You engage in the usual waitress talk before they decide on what dishes they'd like. You acknowledge them before writing it down.

Oh right, you still have that other table to help. You begin to walk over to the table. It's two guys, both with brown hair and both with glasses, yet they looked so different. You make your way over to the table, coffee pot in hand, and arrive to the two men talking amongst themselves. "Hi guys, I'm y/n, ill be helpin' ya out today! Can I get either of you started off with some coffee or water?" Well look at that... you seem to have changed up your usual introduction. Wonder why...

Your train of thought is interrupted by a man with a New York accent. "Yea, I think we'll both just get some coffee" The man says running a hand through his hair before looking over at the other man for approval. The other man looks over and you and nods. You smile, but as you walk away you think to yourself, that man had damn cool facial hair... You shake off your thoughts and grab two mugs and a fresh pot of coffee and walk back over to the table setting the mugs down Infront of the two men and begin to pour the coffee in.

"Haven't seen you two round here before. You visiting or just passing through, or?" You trail off at the end trying to make conversation with the two of them. "I'm not from around here, I'm here visiting him for some work" The man who was yet to speak spoke. He had a voice of a fun lighthearted guy, seemed sweet to you. "Yea I just don't go to Waffle Houses much I guess, not really my thing" Again the man with the thick accent spoke. His voice was a bit rugged and deep... you liked his voice.

"Well it's nice meetin' ya both" You say smiling at both the men. "It's y/n, right?" Says the man with the accent as he reaches his hand out to shake yours. You put down the coffee pot before responding. "Sure is" you say shaking the mans hand. You can't help but think he has a firm handshake and wow his hands are rough, but also soft. "You can just call me Schlatt, and this here is Ted." He says before releasing your hand. You do a slight wave to Ted before smiling. "well, Schlatt and Ted, do you know what you want to eat yet?" I ask pulling out my notepad and pen incase they order. "Can I do the classic breakfast?" The man, Ted, asks. "Of course" You smile as you click your pen and write down his order. You finish up jotting it down and lower the pen and pad slightly as you turn towards the other man, Schlatt. "I'll just have pancakes and bacon" You write it down and smile, that's your usual. "Good choice" You say smiling at the man, because you can't help but grin like a dummy. Schlatt nods his head in agreeance with you.

As you walk away from the table you feel like a little girl with a crush. What are you thinking y/n? You're a grown woman why do you feel like this? Remembering to tuck your pad and pen back into your apron, you do before walking into the kitchen. You put in the orders and walk back out behind the counter. "Refill please" You hear an old mans voice call to you. Of course it's everybody's favorite regular, Linus. "Sure thing Linus" You smile and walk over with the pot of coffee and pour it into his cup. "How's the plan for today?" You ask Linus, curious as to what his plan was. "Gonna go to the store, maybe watch some tv, same as everyday." And it really was the same as everyday. Every time you asked the old man what he was going to do that day, it was almost always something along the lines of that. "Figured" Is all you say before smiling and walking away to go make another pot of coffee.

You're interrupted from your intense staring contest with the coffee machine by a bell from the kitchen telling you an order is ready. Oh, it's yours. You grab one of the crappy, black, round trays you use and put the three plates onto it. You recognize the order as the table of three's and head over to them as you balance the dishes on your tray.

"Alright, here we are" You say setting the plates down on the table. "Need anything else right now?" They shake their heads no and begin to eat. Jeez they seem starving. You turn around and begin to make your way back behind the counter, but that man catches your eye again. Schlatt. What is it about him that you like so much? You don't know, but you keep him in your vision as long as you can before having to turn to get back behind the counter.

You hear another ring from the kitchen. It's his order, well and of course Ted's order as well. You put the two plates on your little tray again and walk over to his table, still feeling a bit flustered for some off reason. Jeez you barely even know the guy. "Okay here's the pancakes with bacon and the classic" I say setting the plates down Infront of the two men. You hear a "thank you" from the funny man and a "thanks hun" from the new Yorker... HUN? You can't help but become a bit flustered by the nickname, it's a normal nickname many other men had called you before. Hun. It's a common thing to call a waitress depending on where your from. HUN. It means nothing except him being nice. That's what you tell yourself, but maybe you want it to mean something else. Oh shoot I have to be present, right.

You bring yourself back to reality. "Okay so did you two need anything else right now?" You ask smiling trying to hide the bashfulness you were feeling. "Just the check hun" There it was again hun. "Right, im on it" You say trying not to turn into a red panicking mess. You walk away from the table taking sharp breaths and trying to calm yourself. Okay they just want their check. You had to keep reminding yourself. Just the check so that's what you'll get them.

You print out the check and put it on the little tin dish and put a pen on it. You decide you'll get the other tables check too just in case they want it. You walk over to the the table of three first. "Did you guys want anything else or just the check?" You ask the table with a smile. "Just the check" One of the girls at the table says. So, you nod and put the check down for them with a smile before walking over to the table that seated Schlatt and Ted. "Here you are" You say as you slide the check on the table and smile before walking back to the other table to clear it. It's turned out to be a pretty slow morning.

You had cleared the table of three and they had left and paid the bill. 9 dollar tip, not too bad. You had already ran the card for Ted and Schlatt, and you noticed they had left, so you obviously went over to clear the table and take away their check. You walk over to the table and see something written on the check. It's a number? OH MY GOD!!!

You started to internally freak out when you read what was written below the number. "Give me a call anytime you're bored ~ Schlatt" WHAT? HE LEFT HIS NUMBER???

There will definitely be a part two to this soon... all I can say, soooo comment if u want one.

#jschlatt #jschlatt x reader #schlatt x reader #schlatt x y/n #schlatt fluff #schlatt fanfic #schlatt #jschlatt x y/n #jschlatt fluff #jschlatt fanfic #fanfic

43 notes · View notes

ohmymalice · 8 months ago

Text

"Brawn & Brains"

Jschlatt x Reader | Video Game Highschool AU | Enemies to Lovers

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4

Schlatt watched her intently as she gave a pep talk to her team, probably praising them for the first round. He had to hand it to her, she may not be as good as him (of course she isn't) but what she lacks in aim, she makes up for with her sneaky 200 IQ plays.

He expected her to read him, but he didn't expect that she was willing to die to get her team the win. He had this idea of her, only an idea not a full thought out view of her— She was smart, one of those girls who did things by the book, that's how she'd win, all purely by skill not by luck while he on the other hand, liked to gamble with his chances. Sometimes throwing a whole game just so he can win it back in one round. His team hates him for it, but they couldn't complain with their win ratio.

He remembered hearing her name for the first time, he was waiting for his acceptance letter into VGHS but he got rejected, the principal named Calhoun said some bullshit that he barely listened to. Something along the lines of "It's all about the game" or some shit like that, he mentioned how Schlatt focused too much on the winning aspect and not the time that goes into the game, not the skill, not what it means to be passionate.

He is passionate though! Only with winning, not much the game... Guess that's why he didn't get in. He heard her name from peers, how she was the first female varsity captain in VGHS. He remembered searching up her top clips, seeing her no scope people from a distance. To him, the person on screen was barely visible but to her? It seemed like she perceived them in an arms length distance, he was blown away, impressed even and he is hard to please.

He was jealous, he could never snipe like that, he could never read opponents like that. People chat about how he was lucky, how he's so talented but nobody ever knew the nights he spent balling his fists and slamming his desk, losing sleep for tournaments to become the best of the best, he would never settle for less.

He couldn't tell if he was her number one fan or her number one hater, or maybe both. Whatever it is, he still wanted to watch her games out of curiosity so when the opportunity came and she was in a tournament he watched and she played well until the last round, she completely fucked up and missed a shot on a guy last minute as he reached objective. He remembered seeing that look in her eye, he couldn't see her whole face but just from her eyes.

He knew she would never let herself live that down.

He couldn't tell if he wanted to hug her, tell her all about his own experiences and how he's had a lot of fuck ups too or if he wanted to laugh in her face and brag how he'd never miss such an easy shot.

He's an asshole, he knows it and there's this gnawing feeling at the back of his head, guilt maybe? Shame? Probably both.

He just didn't know how to face it.

Soon when the two got into their respective schools and started competing it was only natural they'd run into each other.

The game started and Schlatt didn't even bother telling his team shit, it was a common occurrence where he wouldn't give his team a plan and he'd just kill everyone or the majority.

"Captain, any plan?" Connor asked, one of his team mates that he grew to like. "The usual, just kill 'em'." He responded lazily, Connor nodded, used to his antics by now.

Schlatt walked off on his on, not caring whether or not his team lives. He camped up on a hill, waiting for Y/N to get near their base. He waits a couple minutes and sees her team but no sign of her. He frowned a little as he realizes she probably stayed at base.

He equips his gun and aims, the recoil making him jolt back as the bullet breaks through the air, cleanly hitting an enemy in the head. He smirks as he hears the crowd cheer, of course they were spectating him. He widely grins as he pulls back.

Few minutes go by and nothing happens, pure silence.

His team starts getting paranoid, giving comms through their walkie talkies.

"Where are they? It's oddly quiet."

"I'm looking through my scope, I don't see anything?"

Schlatt scoffs, these fuckers are over reacting.

"Schlatt? Is anything happening on your end?" Ted asks, the tall man with glasses sighed, knowing that he wouldn't respond. The rest of the team would be left alone to fend for themselves.

Schlatt mutes his walkie talkie and lays against a tree as he grumbles to himself how stupid his team is, how they won't shut their damn mouth and all they had to do was pretend that they were putting effort in the game while he did all the work.

Crack!

He whips his head to the other direction across from his base, multiple shots were fired in such specific locations.

Fuck that fucking bitch was mapping out our base.

He grabbed his gun and redirected it to the enemy's base, trying to find whoever was shooting. He couldn't tell where the main source was coming from, the sound of shots from all sorts of directions filled his ears. From a distance he heard the yells of panic from his team mates. Connor was yelling out his name in attempt to call their captain back and help them while Ted was shouting at him to shut up and focus.

"Goddamn idiots." He grunted, shuffling on the bare dirt on his stomach to properly get a look through the scope of his sniper.

He grabbed his walkie talkie again, unmuting it.

"Connor, give me the run down."

Everyone on his team sighed in relief that their captain was still alive and not wounded in anyway.

"I- They're shooting from their base but I saw some behind trees and other angles, we can't pin point where they are because they're playing aggressive, one of us tried peeking but he immediately got shot in the head-" Connor said quickly, word stumbling out of his mouth.

Trees? Schlatt looked around and spotted one behind a tree not too far off from enemy territory. He got a hit and repositioned, finding another place to hide in since the opposition probably realized where he was now.

He watched as his team in their base refused to peek, any place that they could look through was being shot at. Windows, doors, any entrance or place someone could come from was adorned with markings from the bullets.

They were making sure they couldn't step foot out of base.

Schlatt immediately grabbed his walkie talkie.

"Fuck, three of you idiots get out from the back, make sure they don't see you. Start trying to pick them off, distract them."

Before Connor, Ted, and Charlie could reply Schlatt immediately muted his walkie talkie and took a pistol and an AK47 with him.

Watching as Charlie slowly opened the back door and cleared it, Ted and Connor shuffle along. They start peeking, making sure that the enemy team knows of their presence. Nobody dies, it's mostly an exchange of utility and bullets flying through the air.

Schlatt makes a run for it across the wooded area, making sure nobody sees or hears him. He looks off to the side, taking note of where the enemies were stationed. One on top of a tree, two looking out of the window, and last two weren't visable.

He checked his equipment and took a deep inhale.

He swiftly pulled out his assault rifle, a clean shot to the head towards one of the enemies in the trees. In the corner of his eye he can see the two figures in the window of the base, their heads snapping towards the sound of his gun. Schlatt was only able to shoot one down but the other was swift and went back into base.

He grunts in frustration, realizing how everyone in their team now knew where he was. He started getting antsy, looking around and getting a bit paranoid. He hasn't seen Y/n all round as well as another one of her team mates.

He could storm into their base, clear it and try to get as much information for his team as much as possible, as much as he didn't say it much— they were very capable and good players, I mean duh they are, how else could they have joined the varsity team?

But chances are he'll die and he didn't know if he wanted to risk that.

He could also regroup with his team, give them the run down of what he knows so far (which is not much) but if they all go in blind while the other team knows all of their positions and plans, it might just end in a full team wipe out.

"God fucking damn it" He cocks his gun and decides the former was better, he grabbed his walkie talkie.

"Goin' in blind, gonna stay unmuted and comm whatever I see so we have intel. If I die, you fuckers better win." He busts down the door and clears all his corners.

"First floor clear so far," He said in a hushed tone into his walkie talkie. He continued scanning the area.

He heard a foot step up stairs, his eyes immediately dart to the stair case. "Heard someone up stairs, any info?" He whispers even lower into his walkie talkie.

Charlie peers from behind a wall, he stayed outside to patrol while Connor stayed inside and Ted was on the roof looking over at enemy territory.

"I don't see anything on the roof." Charlie's slightly distorted voice came through the device, Schlatt winced at how loud his voice was, he turned down the volume. Charlie went back to his original position, no longer wanting to look out into the other base but before he could even step further he hit a tree behind him.

A quick mumble of an apology escaped his lips out of habit.

"It's alright, I don't mind." a female voice rang out from behind him.

He sighed, not thinking much of it. His eyes grew wide.

"Wait, fuck isn't that?—"

He recognized the voice after a split second. He flicks to look behind him to meet face to face with the enemy team's captain. She gives an apologetic smile, mumbling out a sorry before she fires a bullet into his head.

Ted, Connor, and Schlatt heard the gun shot, without another word Ted looked over the railing from the roof and before he could even make out the girl's features he gets shot by Y/n. She already took note of where everyone would be position and where they could possibly reposition.

She smirked to herself, her heart swelling with pride. She could finally prove aim isn't everything, you need brains to win a damn game.

She picked up the walkie talkie on the ground that Charlie left behind.

"Hiiiiiii Schlatt!! Are you proud? I didn't miss this time." She dragged her words, greeting him in a mocking tone.

"Fuck you." His tone cold, no longer finding this funny. She cackled into the walkie talkie. His knuckles turned white, clutching the device in his hand tightly. "I'm gonna fuckin' kill you."

"I'd like to see you try." She's never seen him this pissed off, he always kept his cool or just laughed in people's faces anytime they tried anything.

"You're playing hard ball for a bitch that missed the easiest fucking shot a few tournaments ago." He sneered at her.

Connor listened to the conversation, the two were loud, not caring at this point if everyone knew their position was. While Y/n was distracted Connor snuck up towards the door that led to the back of the building. He pushed it open slightly, a loud creaked followed.

She let out a small gasp out of her lips and immediately slid towards the door, shutting it as Connor tried to kick it down. She waited for him to continuously kick, as he kicked forward she let go of the door.

The weight of his body pushed the door open, not expecting that she would suddenly let go he stumbled and fell face first. The sound of a gunshot ensued, making Schlatt look out the window in concern. He was left wondering what happened until he saw the kill feed.

Y/n ︻┳═一 ConnorEatsPants

#jschlatt x reader #jschlatt #jschlatt x y/n #schlatt #schlatt x y/n #schlatt x reader #jschlatt x you

40 notes · View notes

yumiis · 11 months ago

Text

welcome to my blog !!

hey there, i'm ashe, and ill be writing for TGC boys, hazbin hotel, and SOME MCYTs! below, you'll find a list of people i'll write for.

my general rules are as follows:

1. all my works will be x reader! that's what i'm most comfortable writing. i write for mostly ALL topics! very tame nsfw is allowed, and because of that, this is a 16+ blog.

2. my specialty is hurt/comfort, if you'd like to know that. i write for any gender reader, female, male, nonbinary, and all in between!

3. please don't send hate, as it's really just really unnecessary. it'll ruin my day, and you won't gain anything from hurting someone you literally don't know.

TGC:

nick

isaac

tanner

blake

larry (no nsfw)

MCYT:

jschlatt

slimecicle/charlie (no nsfw)

ted nivison

quackity (NO NSFW)

HAZBIN HOTEL:

alastor

lucifer

angel dust

husk

vox

19 notes · View notes

ohworm-writes · 2 years ago

Text

✰☆★—RULES FOR REQUESTING—★☆✰

“I love YOU.” “A horrible decision, really.”

✪ GENERAL RULES ✪

This is primarily a SAFE FOR WORK blog. Although I am willing to write NOT SAFE FOR WORK fanfiction, that is not the focus of this blog. I prefer to write safe for work fanfiction, but, if you happen to share a thought, idea, or request I'm keen on, I'll answer it to my comfortability. That being said, if it's something that in nature of being suggestive (ex. innuendos, heavy petting, and cut-offs before the actual act), I'm completely willing to write for this without hesitation!

This is also a ‘X READER’ blog strictly, as has been stated, which depicts a ‘character x reader’ relationship. I am not a shipping blog, I am a self-shipping blog. If this is not what you are looking for, look elsewhere.

If not specified, readers will remain GENDER-NEUTRAL. I am completely fine and willing to write for ANYONE, no matter physical features, mental abilities and et cetera. If I am unfamiliar with the topic, prompt or whatever else may be in the request, believe me when I say I will do research to fulfill this prompt in a way that is as accurate as possible.

✪ FORMATTING ✪

Please do SPECIFY the fandom and character you wish for me to write for. You can give me a pre-written prompt, choose from a prompt list I may reblog, or leave me to my own devices. If you want me to write something that might be seen as an ORIGINAL CHARACTER, this including a name, very specific attire or accessories, et cetera, please send it to me via DM or ask box while off of anonymous. I have no problem writing it, but I don’t want to clog people’s dashes or the tags with something not many people could relate to.

I have no problem writing gore, so request as you please. I am alright with writing polyamorous requests. I will do Female!readers, but i’m slightly uncomfortable with that. As a gender non-conforming person, it is something that i’m not too fond of, but I will write it. All I ask is that you don’t only request it. That being said, I am completely alright with writing for Male!readers.

I CANNOT PROMISE that all requests will be written. I only answer requests that I find joy in writing for. I may take a while to write requests, so give me time and don’t rush me.

✪ WHAT I WILL NOT DO ✪

Under NO circumstances will I write about any of these topics. Few may change in the future, although that is highly unlikely, so do respect and understand I will not be swayed here. I am not the blog to look at if you like these things. If you're unsure if something you're thinking about requesting is something that aligns with my rules or what I will not write, send me a DM or ask and I'll tell you.

Yandere, kidnapping, dark content, abusive or toxic relationships, suicide, non-consensual or dubious-consensual interactions, ABO dynamics, outright self-harm (I can write about scars, but I will not write about the action happening whatsoever), ‘Character x Character’ ships

✪ WHO I WRITE FOR ✪

Minecraft Youtubers & Other Content Creators

c!Origins!Technoblade, c!irl!Origins!Wilbur Soot, c!irl!dad!Origins!Jschlatt, c!irl!Origins!Tubbo (Platonic), c!irl!Origins!Tommy (Platonic), c!irl!Origins!Ranboo (Platonic), c!irl!Origins!Niki, c!Origins!Philza, Michael, c!irl!Quackity, c!Cellbit

Boku no Hīrō Akademia (My Hero Academia)

Aizawa Shouta, Histoshi Shinso, Ochaco Uruaka, Denki Kaminari, Tamaki Amajiki, Rumi Usagiyama, Toshinori Yagi, Tamaki Keigo, Tokoyami Fumikage, Eijiro Kirishima, Mina Ashido, Touya Todoroki, Atsuhiro Sako, Himiko Toga

BNA ビー・エヌ・エー (BNA: Brand New Animal)

Michiru Kagemori, Shirou Ogami, Nazuna Hiwatashi, Marie Itami, Pinga

Call of Duty: Modern Warfare

Captain John Price, John "Soap" MacTavish, Simon "Ghost" Riley, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Alex Keller, Farah Karim, Kate Laswell (Platonic), Nikolai, Vladimir Makarov, Phillip Graves

Actors & Actresses

Note: I will only be writing for their characters, not the real people.

Tom Hiddleston (Character(s): Loki Laufeyson, James Conrad, Robert Laing

Pedro Pascal (Character(s): Din Djarin, Javier Peña, Maxwell Lord, Ezra, Dieter Bravo, Marcus Moreno, Francisco “Catfish” Morales, Joel Miller

Sophia Lillis (Charcter(s): Sydney Novak

Frank Grillo (Character(s): Leo Barnes

Andrew Garfield (Character(s): Spider-Man

Alfred Molina (Character(s): Otto Octavius

Willem Dafoe (Character(s): Norman Osborn

Oscar Isaac (Character(s): Santiago “Pope” Garcia, Poe Dameron, Duke Leto Atreides, Moon Knight (all associated characters), Jonathan Levy

Ethan Hawke (Character(s): Todd Anderson, Arthur Harrow

OFF

The Batter, Zacharie

Imawa no Kuni no Arisu (Alice in Borderland)

Shuntaro Chishiya, Ryohei Arisu, Suguru Niragi, Daikichi Karube

Pokémon

Guzma, Kabu, Raihan, Leon, Nessa, Clavell, Larry, Milo, Piers

Night in the Woods

Mae Borowski, Bea Santello, Gregg Lee

Beastars

Legoshi, Louis, Pina, Haru, Juno, Jack

The Outer Worlds

Phineas Welles, Parvati Holcomb, Felix Millstone, Ellie Fenhill, Maximillian DeSoto, Nyoka Ramnarim-Wentworth III, Martin Callahan

Arcane

Jinx, Viktor, Caitlyn Kiramman, Silco, Vi, Ekko, Vander

Far Cry

Faith Seed, Joseph Seed, The Judge, Grace Armstrong, Dani Rojas, Antón Castillo, Diego Castillo (Platonic)

Marvel

Spider-Man, Iron Man, Wanda Maximoff, Loki Laufeyson, Doctor Strange, Deadpool, Hank Pym, Bucky Barnes, Pietro Maximoff, Matt Murdock, MJ (Michelle Jones)

Jurassic Park

Alan Grant, Ian Malcolm, Ellie Sattler

#requesting rules #rules #rules for requests #rules for requesting #request #requesting #rule #navi #navigation #Last updated 11/28/2022 #Last updated 2/3/2023 #Last updated 9/30/2023 #Last updated 12/15/2023

77 notes · View notes

nvmadic · 2 years ago

Text

GUILT AND SHAME - 01

synopsis: after a messy dispute revolving around your toxic boyfriend, schlatt takes matters into his own hands and puts your safety over his. some feelings are unearthed that need dealing with. words: 7,130 warnings: drinking, toxic relationship, fighting, mild language notes: she/her pronouns used + reader wearing a dress

As you stood in front of the mirror, admiring the image of a confident and beautiful version of yourself, your boyfriend's voice cut through your thoughts like a sharp knife. His words dripped with disappointment and disapproval, making your heart sink. "I don't think I like this one," he said, his face twisted with a frown as he examined your dress. The underlying sense of dissatisfaction etched on his face made you feel self-conscious, and you suddenly became aware of how much skin the dress exposed. He sat at the edge of the bed, watching you with an exasperated glare, while you tried to hide the insecurity creeping up inside you. Your smile vanished in a split second, and your confidence evaporated into thin air, like a mist that disappeared under the harsh light of reality. His words hit you like a ton of bricks, shattering your self-assurance into a million pieces.

"You've already made me try on ten different dresses, I think this one's okay," you replied, unable to suppress the underlying frustration in your voice. You didn't want to waste any more time trying on different outfits that he would just criticize anyway. Examining yourself in the mirror once more, you noticed that he was still watching you, his eyes scanning your body as if he owned it. The possessive glint in his eyes made you feel wanted and desired and was somewhat endearing. He stood up, his eyes softening as he leaned in to brush a rogue strand of hair away from your face. "I just don't want people to be admiring what's mine," he stated with a smile, his fingertips grazing your face as he intently admired you.

As the notification pinged on his phone, he reluctantly pulled himself from the comfort of your bed, watching you bustle around your bedroom to gather your things. His tone was innocent enough, but there was a subtle edge to his question that you couldn't ignore. "Who's coming tonight?" he asked, his voice showing a hint of suspicion. You shrugged, not wanting to dwell on the possibility that he was trying to control who you spent time with. "Not sure, just a lot of people," you replied, your keys jingled as your locked your front door and placed them into your purse. A soft sigh escaped his lips as he opened the car door for you, his hand gently guiding you towards the waiting car. "Well, then I'll just have to stay with you to make sure I don't lose you," he whispered in your ear, his breath tickling your skin. Despite the unease in the back of your mind, you couldn't help but feel a flutter of warmth at his words; it was a sweet enough gesture.

Nestling into the backseat of the Uber, the scent of the leather seats and the gentle hum of the engine did little to quell the knot of nervousness that had formed in your stomach. The bright lights of the city flashed by in a blur, casting fleeting shadows that seemed to add to your unease. The noise of honking cars and bustling crowds filled your ears, drowning out your thoughts and leaving you feeling on edge. Despite your boyfriend's hand resting on your thigh, you couldn't help but feel a sense of apprehension, as if you were walking into an unknown and potentially dangerous situation. The ride seemed to last forever, each passing moment bringing you closer to your destination and your mounting anxiety.

As you emerged from the car, the frigid night air nipped at your cheeks, sending a shiver down your spine. It wasn't just the chilly temperature that made you quiver, however, you knew he had a tendency towards jealousy, and the mere possibility of confrontation made your stomach churn. The air was thick with the sound of laughter and music, and the atmosphere hummed with palpable excitement, but it was tempered by a creeping sense of unease. You took a deep breath, hoping to calm the butterflies fluttering in your stomach, as you ascended the front steps. The porch light illuminated the faces of the partygoers, casting eerie shadows that seemed to flicker and dance in the night. You scanned the crowd, but you couldn't spot anyone you knew yet. Your boyfriend's hand pressed firmly on your back, directing you towards the entrance, and you couldn't help but feel both relieved and apprehensive.

As you stepped into the party, the atmosphere engulfed you like a tidal wave of energy. The pungent smell of alcohol, sweat, and cologne hung heavily in the air as if daring you to navigate through the throngs of strangers. The music thumped loudly, making it difficult to hear your own thoughts. You scanned the crowd, noting the faces of unknown individuals in various states of intoxication. The cacophony of voices melded into a blur of sound, leaving you feeling like an outsider in a sea of conviviality. But then, your boyfriend's voice broke through the clamour, drawing you back to reality, "I'm going to go and get us some drinks don't go too far." He gave you a tender peck on the cheek and disappeared into the chaos. His cologne lingered in the air, a bittersweet reminder of his presence, leaving you feeling more isolated in the crowd. Nonetheless, your boyfriend was never one to leave you to your own devices for long.

Startled and caught off guard, you were momentarily frightened until a sudden, overwhelming wave of perfume assaulted your senses. An arm wrangled over your shoulder, pulling you back into a tight embrace with a forceful tug. The pulsating music thudded through the floor, reverberating through your chest as you strained to hear over the deafening noise of the party. Despite being in such close proximity that you could feel her hot breath on your neck, the words QT spoke were barely audible, lost in the cacophony of the crowd. As you turned to face her, you couldn't help but notice the warmth of her smile and the twinkle in her eyes that spoke volumes of the genuine happiness she felt at seeing you. You felt a pang of guilt, realizing that it had been months since you last saw her due to both of your busy schedules. However, you pushed the feeling aside, reminding yourself that you were together now, and that's all that mattered. You spoke for a while, lost in each other's company until you suddenly became aware of your empty hands and your sobriety. With a final goodbye, you set off on a quest to find your elusive boyfriend, disappearing into the sea of people once more.

As you made your way through the chaotic party, you couldn't help but marvel at how many people were crammed into one house. It was a true testament to your friend's social prowess. Pushing your way through the thick crowd, you couldn't avoid brushing against strangers who seemed completely unaware of their surroundings, It was tough to keep your balance amidst the groups of guests. It was like you were a tiny boat trying to stay afloat in a raging sea. Suddenly, someone who was clearly in as much of a hurry to get somewhere as you were, crashed into you. You stumbled and almost fell, but you simply just toppled into them as they barely budged, their tall sturdy figure acting as a cushion.

Grinning playfully, they jested, "Seems like you've had one too many, huh?" You stammered out a series of apologies, straightening your dress and composing yourself. Finally meeting Schlatt's gaze, you saw his brow raised and a mischievous grin on his lips. "You seem pretty sober," he observed, scrutinizing you with his eyes for a moment longer than necessary. He then took a swig from his bottle of honey-coloured beer, the liquid sloshing around inside. "I just got here," you explained as he finished his drink. "Why didn't you dress up?" you asked, looking at his casual attire of khakis, a sweater, and a cap, whilst everyone else was wearing something smart casual. He simply shrugged. "I'm not sure if I'll be sticking around long enough to bother dressing up," he replied, toying with the empty glass in his hand. You nodded in understanding, but as you tried to catch his eye, you noticed that he was scanning the crowd intently as if searching for someone or something.

As you spoke, his eyes softened and he half-smiled, "Have you lost someone?" you inquired. "No," he replied simply, his voice low and mellow, "I just didn't realize it had gotten this busy in here," he said, but his eyes told a different story. Despite the discrepancy, you didn't press the matter. Schlatt fiddled with the bottle in his hand, then looked up at you, "You look nice, by the way," he complimented you, causing a warm glow to spread through you. Almost immediately, though, you felt guilty for enjoying it. "Thanks," you replied coyly, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks. "I'm thinking maybe I should have dressed up now you're making me feel underdressed," he admitted with a hint of self-deprecation. In an attempt to lighten the mood, you jested, "You look alright, I suppose." His expressions softened, and he chuckled softly, "Alright," he mimicked you, "I'll take it, I guess." You both laughed, the sound barely audible over the jarring noise of the crowd. It was only then that you noticed how close you were standing to him. The heat radiating from his body almost touched yours, and the air between you was charged with a strange energy.

As a possessive grip took hold of your hips, you were pulled in by your boyfriend's confident demeanour. With a cocky grin spread across his face and two bottles gripped tightly in his hands, it was as if he was asserting his dominance over the situation. His tug towards him seemed like a demonstration of his control, and his conceited expression was an unmistakable display of his authority. The pull on your body was forceful as if to flaunt his power for all to see, especially Schlatt. The arrogance emanating from him was tangible, and he seemed to relish in his superiority. Schlatt's cheerful demeanour withered, not just from the sight of you being held like a predator with its prey, but from his appearance alone.

As he planted a lingering kiss on your cheek, your boyfriend's grip on your hips tightened. "I got your drink, babe," he declared with a hint of aggression, thrusting the glass bottle into your hand. In his eagerness, he spilt some of the golden liquid onto the floor. Schlatt's face twisted into an expression of revulsion, but he quickly concealed it, not wanting to give your boyfriend the satisfaction. "I'll see you around," he said before disappearing into the mob of people. Your annoyance was written all over your face, and your boyfriend's raised eyebrows only added to it. He took a sip of his beer as he asked what bothered you. With a soft tone, you chided him, "We were just talking. What was the need for that?" You toyed with the bottle in your hand, hesitant to start drinking. The bitterness of the beer only seemed to match the sourness of your mood.

With an air of superiority, your boyfriend justified his possessiveness with a condescending explanation. "I know how men operate, I don't trust him around you when he's drunk," he stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. The suggestion that Schlatt would do something untoward in his inebriated state was absurd, and you couldn't help but recoil at the implication. A scoff escaped your lips as you took a step back, looking at him with disdain. "I can't believe you just said that," you retorted, feeling a wave of anger washing over you, "I'm not your fuckin' pet," you added firmly. Your words were like a cold bucket of water thrown in his face, and your boyfriend's expression quickly turned from anger to surprise. He seemed taken aback by your assertiveness, and you could see the gears turning in his head as he struggled to come up with a response. Finally, after a long pause, he spoke. "I'm sorry," he apologised, his voice low and contrite, "I didn't mean to imply that I don't trust you. It's just that... well, you're so beautiful, and I get jealous sometimes. I don't want to lose you." His tone was apologetic, sincere and filled with love but you'd already heard this a thousand times before and it was the final straw, and quite honestly hearing the words come from his lips made you feel nauseous.

Just as tensions were running high, QT arrived, almost as if on cue. Brazenly, she walked over to you and linked her arm with yours, gently tugging you away from your boyfriend who stood in shock. "Come with me to the bathroom, I need you to help me with my dress," she said softly, her tone a welcome relief from the heated argument. Without looking back, you allowed her to guide you through the sea of people towards the bathroom. Finding a quiet space, away from the chaos of the party, QT guided you to a room and shut the door behind her. Her voice was soft and genuine as she asked, "Is everything okay?" She had been watching and was clearly concerned, as she noticed the tears brimming in your eyes. You felt the tears threatening to spill over as you tried to hold back your emotions, but the concern in her eyes was enough to break your resolve. You let out a shaky breath before pouring out everything that had happened between you and your boyfriend, including the incident with Schlatt. Her lack of surprise was not unexpected, as she had always made her disapproval of how your boyfriend treated you known. Despite her concerns, she respected your decisions and allowed you to make your own choices, as long as you were happy. She agreed to stay nearby and keep an eye out for him, ensuring that he wouldn't be able to approach you until you had calmed down enough to make your own decision on what you wanted to do. Despite her own strong opinions on the matter, she made it clear that she would support whatever decision you made regarding your relationship with him.

As you opened the door to the party, the wave hit you once more. The overwhelming amalgamation of booze and perfumes hit your nostrils and wasn't quite as nauseating as it once was before, you gingerly sipped at your drink and followed your protector to a small group of people out of the way of the main crowd, a quieter place where you could actually hear your own thoughts and not worry about being caught in a stampede. As you joined the group, you recognized a few familiar faces and greeted them with a small smile. You noticed that your boyfriend was nowhere to be seen, and you couldn't help but feel a twinge of relief mixed with guilt. You didn't want to cause a scene or ruin anyone's night, but you couldn't shake off the unsettling feeling in your gut. The group chatted and laughed, and for a moment, you forgot about your troubles. However, as the night progressed, the alcohol flowed freely, and the energy of the party grew wilder, you finally began to loosen up as it felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders.

It was half an hour to midnight, and you had drank a decent amount of alcohol, enough to the point where you were decently inebriated but you were still very capable. Veering off from the group you were with, you ventured into the crowd to find a toilet. Unavoidably, there was a queue of a few people waiting. The amount of alcohol you had consumed made your abdomen ache, had you been sober you would have been fine, it's almost as if drinking beer shrank your bladder. As you waited in line, you couldn't help but feel a bit anxious about being alone once more in the crowded party. You glanced around nervously, noticing how people were becoming more intoxicated as the night wore on. Suddenly, you felt a tap on your shoulder and you turned to see Schlatt standing behind you, a look of concern on his face. "Hey, are you okay?" he asked as he leaned in, his voice loud enough to be heard over the music. You felt a sense of relief wash over you as you recognized his familiar face. "Yeah, just waiting for the bathroom," you replied, smiling gratefully at him. Schlatt nodded.

"You decided to stay then?" You asked, surprised that he hadn't silently disappeared into the night. He smiled as he thought to himself, "I don't really have anything better to be doing," he stated indifferently. Schlatt's face had a drunken glow as he beamed down at you, his expression calm almost as if he did not have a care in the world. You nodded attentively, not wanting to engage in too much conversation with him as you weren't too sure where your boyfriend was. However, Schlatt seemed intent on talking and began to ramble about various topics, from the latest video games to politics. You found yourself nodding along, trying to be polite, but your mind was elsewhere. As you stood there, waiting for your turn, you couldn't help but think about your relationship with your boyfriend. His possessive behaviour and lack of trust had been slightly bothering you for a while now, but you had always tried to ignore it, hoping that things would get better. But tonight, his behaviour had crossed a line and you knew that you couldn't continue like this. Lost in your thoughts, you barely noticed when it was your turn to use the bathroom. As you finally entered the bathroom, you couldn't help but wonder if maybe it was time to reevaluate your relationship.

Finally making your way back to the group after manoeuvring the crowd, it was close enough to midnight that people were soon beginning to count down. You couldn't help but feel a knot in your stomach as everyone else was, you should be standing arm in arm with your boyfriend preparing for a New Year's kiss, but here you were alone. In the midst of the crowd, you noticed a very familiar face who appeared to be extremely drunk; hair dishevelled, clothes ruffled and extremely sloppy looking. It was your boyfriend. Similar to the feeling of going down a slope on a rollercoaster, your stomach dropped when you noticed he was arm-in-arm with another woman. You didn't need to question him any further as on further inspection, he had lipstick marks smeared on his face. Your heart sank as you watched him laughing with her, his hands firmly planted on her hips just like he did to you only a few hours ago. You could feel an interminable amount of anger brewing from within.

He managed to lock eyes with you through the crowd, it was like time slowed down and everything went painfully slow for you to witness. Admittedly, you were hoping for his face to be overwhelmed with a shock that you had caught him, but instead, he just grinned and pulled her closer, his hands wandering her body as if he had done this before, a sense of familiarity. Your heart sank even further as you realized that he didn't even care that you had caught him in the act. It was as if he didn't even have the decency to feel ashamed or guilty. Anger boiled inside you as you watched him continue to flaunt his infidelity in front of you. As the countdown began and the crowd started shouting "3, 2, 1!", he pulled her close and vigorously pressed his lips onto hers, a prolonged kiss to further punish you. Your anger turned into hurt and betrayal as you watched the kiss. You felt like you were drowning in a sea of emotions, unable to process everything that was happening. The crowd erupted into cheers and applause as the new year began, but you were oblivious to it all. All you could focus on was the pain of being cheated on and the realization that the person you loved didn't love you back. The betrayal stung, and you wondered how you could have been so blind to not see the signs earlier. He was just projecting everything onto you, and how could someone so obsessed with his girlfriend cheat on her?

Your heart was pounding as you made your way through the sea of people, your eyesight blurry from the tears that wouldn't stop falling. The once festive atmosphere of the party was now suffocating, making it hard to breathe. You just had to get out of there, away from the suffocating atmosphere and the memories that now felt tainted. As you pushed your way through the crowd, the sound of music and laughter ringing in your ears, you felt tears streaming down your face, unchecked and unstoppable. You tried to keep your head down, to avoid the curious gazes of strangers who might wonder what was wrong with you, but it was impossible. You were a mess, a wreck, a walking disaster. It was then that you bumped into Ludwig, his smiling face a sudden intrusion in the midst of your pain. He asked what was wrong, his concern evident in his voice, and you wanted to lash out at him, to scream and curse and blame him for your misery. But you couldn't. He was innocent, and he was trying to help.

As you stepped outside, the cold night air hit you like a slap in the face, the sudden change in temperature causing you to shiver uncontrollably. You glanced up at the sky, taking in the burst of colours and sparkles that illuminated the darkness above you, the fireworks painting a beautiful but surreal scene in the otherwise quiet night. The loud booms echoed in your ears, making you feel even more disoriented and lost. You tried to take a deep breath, but your lungs felt constricted as if the reality of the situation was suffocating you. The sound of the party faded into the background as you struggled to catch your breath and gather your thoughts. Ludwig's voice broke through the silence, calling out to you with a note of panic in his voice. You turned around to see him hurrying towards you, his expression etched with concern. "Wait," he called out again, trying to catch up to you. His footsteps echoed on the pavement, the sound of them reminding you of how alone you felt at that moment. Suddenly, the sight of Schlatt getting into an Uber caught your attention. You were surprised to see him there, as you had presumed that he had gone home. He turned his head in your direction, his eyes widening as he noticed the commotion.

The bitter night air chilled you to the bone as you stood there, the warmth from the party now a distant memory. The glow from the fireworks continued to paint the sky in vibrant colours, adding an eerie beauty to the bleak scene. You could feel the weight of your heartache crushing your chest, making it difficult to breathe. As Schlatt approached, his imposing figure seemed to loom over you, but his gentle demeanour and genuine concern helped ease the tension. It was comforting to have someone there who seemed to understand, even if he didn't know the details of what had happened. Ludwig appeared grateful for Schlatt's intervention, stepping back to give him space to approach you. The silence was deafening, broken only by the sound of your quiet sobs. Schlatt's concern was palpable, and it was clear that he wanted to help in any way he could. You could see his mind working, trying to come up with a way to ease your pain.

Your boyfriend's slurred words were punctuated with the sound of his heavy breathing and the clacking of his shoes on the pavement as he emerged from the house, furious. The sharp scent of alcohol emanated from him as he stumbled closer, his eyes bloodshot and wild with anger. As he spoke, flecks of spittle flew from his mouth, landing on his chin and shirt. The atmosphere around you was heavy with tension, the air seeming to thicken with each passing moment. You could hear your own heartbeat pounding in your ears as you braced yourself for whatever might come next. "It's what you deserved, you bitch!" Exclaimed your drunk boyfriend as he began to stumble through the front door and down the drive, almost falling on his face in the process. At that point, the two boys stood beside you and connected the dots. "And what a surprise to see you here," he growled drunkenly as he looked at Schlatt, his eyes blazing with fury. Schlatt's response was calm and measured. "It's no surprise to me," he said evenly. "I was invited." The tension in the air was palpable as your boyfriend wavered for a moment, seeming to consider his options.

Your boyfriend's words were filled with bitterness and accusation, his voice heavy with rage as he stumbled towards you. "I see the way you look at her, I'm not stupid," he hissed through gritted teeth. "Why are you so hurt? I should be the one that's hurt," he continued, his violent words spewing out of his mouth like venom as he tried to play the victim. With each step he took, his breath became more erratic, and his anger more palpable. "I wouldn't be surprised if you two had been fucking behind my back," he accused, his eyes blazing with fury. "So why am I in the wrong for doing the same?" The accusation hung heavily in the air, casting a dark cloud over the three of you as you stood frozen in shock and disbelief.

"You need to leave," Schlatt's voice was eerily calm, though you could see the anger in his eyes. As he spoke, you could hear the muffled whispers and murmurs of the partygoers gathering around, drawn by the commotion outside. Their curious faces peered out from the windows, and some even emerged from the door to get a better view. The sudden attention made you feel exposed and vulnerable as if every mistake you had ever made was on display for everyone to see. The embarrassment you felt was overwhelming, and you wished you could just disappear. Your mind was a jumbled mess of emotions and thoughts, and it was difficult to even process what was happening. The ground beneath your feet felt unstable as if it could give way at any moment, and you struggled to keep your balance as you stood there, trying to make sense of it all. "Make me," your boyfriend violently spat as he was now within arm's length, the vile smell of alcohol emanating from his mouth. Your boyfriend's words were slurred and aggressive as he stepped even closer, his body tense and ready for a fight. Schlatt stood his ground, his face a mask of anger and frustration, but he didn't move to physically engage with the drunk man. You could feel the tension in the air reaching its peak, as partygoers continued to gather around the scene, murmurs and whispers rippling through the crowd. Your boyfriend's hot breath on your face was suffocating, and you felt a mix of fear and disgust as he continued to spew venomous words. "Make me," he repeated, his eyes narrowing as he seemed to be daring Schlatt to take action. It was clear that things could escalate quickly and you prayed for a peaceful resolution to the situation.

You couldn't help but feel torn between the desire to leave and the morbid fascination with what might unfold, almost as if you were watching a scene from a movie. Schlatt's unyielding presence was like a beacon of hope, his steadfast defence of you a reassuring reminder that not all men were like your drunken boyfriend. Your boyfriend's face twisted into a mask of rage, his fists clenched tightly as he took a step forward, challenging Schlatt to a fight. Schlatt's own fists were balled up, his jaw set in determination, but he didn't move from his spot. Instead, he held your gaze for a moment, a silent message passing between the two of you.

All of a sudden, your boyfriend, his face twisted with anger and drunkenness, had thrown a sloppy punch at Schlatt. In that split second, you could see the fear on Schlatt's face as he defensively pushed your boyfriend back. The suddenness of the violence caught you off guard, and your mind raced as you tried to make sense of what had just happened. As you watched in horror, the situation quickly escalated. Schlatt and your boyfriend were now locked in a violent struggle, their bodies entangled as they threw punches and grappled with each other. Your boyfriend's movements were clumsy and uncoordinated, fueled by the alcohol coursing through his system. Schlatt, on the other hand, seemed to have sobered up and was more agile than the inebriated mess in front of him. He stood his ground and dodged some of your boyfriend's drunken blows.

You stood there frozen, unsure of what to do as the fight continued to escalate. The chaotic scene unfolding in front of you made it difficult to keep track of the action. The air was thick with the sounds of fists striking flesh, grunts of pain, and desperate gasps for air combined with the screaming and shouting of the watchful party attendees. You could see the sweat dripping down the faces of both men, their breathing laboured as they continued to exchange blows. It was like watching a train wreck in slow motion, every movement amplified, every punch landing with a sickening thud. The anger and frustration in your boyfriend's eyes were palpable, and you knew that he wasn't going to give up easily. You felt a wave of anxiety wash over you, and you desperately searched the crowd for someone who could help. Your boyfriend's movements were sluggish and uncoordinated, his punches lacking any real force or precision. It was clear that he was inebriated and not in control of his actions. Schlatt, on the other hand, had sobered up quickly, and his movements were calculated and precise.

Without hesitating, Ludwig quickly made his way through the crowd of party guests towards the brawl. As he reached the two men, he grabbed your boyfriend from behind, pinning his arms to his sides, and pulled him away from Schlatt. Schlatt stumbled backwards, momentarily disoriented, before regaining his footing and stepping back, his hands raised in a defensive posture. Your boyfriend continued to struggle in Ludwig's grip, his face contorted with rage as he tried to break free. The sudden shift in the situation caught the attention of the other party guests, and several of them rushed over to help. Together, they managed to hold your boyfriend down and calm him down, while Ludwig and another guest escorted him out of the way. You turned to Schlatt, who was still catching his breath and offered him a hand to help him up. He took it gratefully, his expression a mix of relief and anger.

The sound of your voice was barely audible, barely above a whisper, as you managed to utter the two words, "I'm sorry." The weight of guilt and shame felt heavy upon you, causing tears to stream down your face. Your heart ached with regret, and you wished with every fibre of your being that you could turn back time and undo the events that had unfolded. You wished you had never attended the party, that you had stayed home instead. The words felt inadequate to express the depth of your remorse, but they were all you could muster at that moment. You lowered your gaze, unable to meet his eyes, consumed by the overwhelming sense of guilt that washed over you. "It's not your fault," Schlatt muttered hoarsely, his voice strained from the struggle, as you continued to stare at your feet, not wanting to look at his bruised face. His words brought you little comfort, as you still felt responsible for the chaos that had erupted.

After Schlatt had reassured you, the silence between the two of you was heavy, as you both struggled to come to terms with the violent events that had just unfolded. Finally, you mustered the courage to look up at Schlatt, his face now slightly discoloured and bloody from the fight. You asked him, "Are you okay?" Your voice was barely audible, still trembling from the shock of what had happened. Schlatt nodded, it seemed as if he was in more shock than pain despite the way his face was blemished with the lingering stains of the punches.

His face was still bloodied, you couldn't really help but notice how his brows furrowed, and how the moonlight accentuated his prominent features. Pulling you from a trance, "Let me take you home." Schlatt insisted, wiping his nose from the red liquid that was still slowly dripping. You were so close to just insisting that he go home himself as you had already gotten him in enough trouble but you secretly craved his company. You shyly nodded, turning around to your surprise to see that Schlatt's Uber was still parked on the curb, the driver obviously getting engrossed in all of the chaos that unfolded.

Schlatt opened the door for you and helped you into the back seat, careful not to get any blood on you. As he got in beside you, you couldn't help but notice how close he was sitting. You could feel his warmth radiating off him, and the scent of his cologne was intoxicating. Despite the events of the night, being this close to him was comforting in a way that you couldn't quite explain. As the engine purred as the car pulled away from the curb, you stole a glance at Schlatt. Schlatt seemed lost in thought, his eyes staring blankly out the window. You wondered what he was thinking about, whether he was regretting the events of the night or if he was simply lost in his own world. You noticed the way his jaw clenched and unclenched, his muscles tense with a quiet intensity. It was clear that he was still processing everything that had happened that night,

s you sat in the car, the silence felt like a welcome respite from the chaos of the night. You took a deep breath and leaned your head against the window, watching the city lights pass by in a blur. The rhythmic sound of the car engine provided a sense of comfort, but as you neared your apartment building, a feeling of unease began to bubble up inside you. You didn't want to venture out alone, not with the silence being a microphone for your own horrible thoughts.

After a moment of hesitation, you turned to Schlatt and asked softly, "Do you want to come in?" His surprise was evident as he swivelled his head towards you, a glint in his eyes. His response was just as soft, still laced with the daze of the night, "Sure." As you got out of the car and made your way to the entrance of the building, fumbling with your keys as he stood behind you. As you slowly made your way to your apartment door, you couldn't help but feel a wave of comfort knowing he was with you. It was nice to know how he didn't push for conversation and just followed you quietly. Once inside, your numbed body collapsed onto the couch as you let out a deep sigh, not even having bothered to turn on the lights, the darkness was almost a comfort in itself.

As Schlatt followed you in, he lingered by the doorway of the hallway, looking around at the surroundings that were shrouded in a veil of darkness, taking in what he could of his new surroundings. "Are you okay?" He asked, which amused you slightly, knowing it was a silly question but his heart was in the right place. "I just," you stammered, staring into space, "I just don't know." But unlike your boyfriend, you knew you didn't need to give him a concise answer as he understood you, he always had. It was clear that he didn't want to bring up the wrong thing or say something that would upset you even further, so he remained silent. It was so quiet you could hear his fingers comb through the facial hair on his cheeks, even being able to hear his weight shifting from one leg to the other as the floorboards creaked.

"Was he right?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. The question had been nagging at you all night, and you couldn't keep it bottled up any longer. Schlatt's silence made your heart race as you awaited his response. He leaned against the doorway, his features illuminated by the soft glow of the streetlights outside. "Was he ever right about anything?" he finally replied, his tone cold and dismissive. You felt a wave of relief wash over you, grateful that he was on your side. But as you held his gaze, doubts crept in, and you wondered if he was just saying what you wanted to hear. You didn't want to push him further, knowing he had already been through enough that night. So you remained silent, letting the conversation come to a natural end.

Schlatt finally straightened himself and wandered off into your apartment, his footsteps heavy and concise as he began to explore. You watched as he took in his surroundings with a curious gaze, his eyes darting from one corner of the room to the other. He seemed lost in thought as he wandered through the living room and into the kitchen, the fridge door swinging open with a creak followed by a faint buzz of static. You couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort wash over you as you listened to the sound of him rummaging through your fridge, the clinking of glass bottles and the rustling of plastic containers filling the silence of the apartment.

As he settled onto the couch, you noticed how he winced as he shifted his weight, indicating that he was probably still in pain. His eyes looked tired, and his movements were slow and deliberate. He handed you the bottle of water with a gentle grip, careful not to spill any of it, and you eagerly took a long gulp of the refreshing liquid, feeling the coolness of it spread throughout your body. Meanwhile, Schlatt had retrieved a bag of frozen vegetables from your freezer and was now holding it to his swollen face. You couldn't help but wince at the sight, still feeling guilty for dragging him into the mess that had transpired earlier. "Thanks for this," you said, gesturing towards the water bottle. Schlatt simply nodded in response, his eyes closed as he leaned his head back against the couch with an exhausted exhale. You leaned your head back as well, feeling the exhaustion begin to wash over you.

As the silence stretched on, your mind raced as you replayed the events of the night over and over again. You couldn't help but notice the way Schlatt had complimented you, how his gaze had lingered just a little too long. Was it all in your head, or did he feel something too? The possibility made your heart race, but you quickly tried to quell those thoughts, knowing that it was probably just wishful thinking on your part. The sound of his breathing next to you was a comforting presence, but at the same time, it only made you more aware of the thoughts swirling in your head.

Your hand felt heavy as if it was filled with lead, but you couldn't stop yourself from inching it closer to him. Your fingers trembled as they delicately danced towards his thigh, almost as if they were detached from your brain. You knew it was a bad idea, but the temptation was too strong to ignore. His eyes met yours as he looked at you with a mix of emotions, and you couldn't help but wonder what was going through his mind. His hand moved to yours, his fingers interlocking with yours, and a gentle warmth radiated from his touch. You both sat there for what felt like an eternity, lost in the moment, with nothing but the sound of your breathing and the beating of your heart to fill the silence, but as quickly as the moment had come, it was gone. He pulled away abruptly, leaving you feeling exposed and vulnerable. He averted his gaze, frustration etched onto his features, and you could feel your heart sink at the sudden shift in mood.

He announced, his tone slightly chagrined, "I think you're confused." He paused for a moment, seemingly contemplating his words before continuing, "I want you to be sure of what you're doing before you start messing with my feelings," he admitted. His eyes held a mix of vulnerability and caution as he looked at you, waiting for your response. You couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt and uncertainty, realizing that you might have been acting impulsively without considering the potential consequences. You sat there, nodding slowly in agreement, the weight of his words sinking in. Deep down, you knew he was right, and you had to come to terms with your own feelings before potentially hurting him. It was easy to get caught up in the moment, especially when you had been longing for this kind of attention for so long. But you couldn't deny the nagging doubts that lingered in the back of your mind.

"I should probably head home," he said, groaning as he stood up from the couch. His eyes seemed unusually gentle as he looked down at you, almost as if he felt a tinge of regret for leaving you in this state. "Take all the time you need," he added, "and get some rest." You watched in silence as he moved around the apartment, returning the frozen vegetables to the freezer and making his way towards the front door. He paused for a moment, turning to give you a brief but meaningful "goodnight" before disappearing into the darkness.

link to the rest of my work [x]

#jschlatt #schlatt #jschlatt x you #jschlatt x reader #schlatt x reader #schlatt x you #chuckle sandwich #chucklesandwich #x reader #female reader #x female reader #schlagg #angst #slow burn #hurt/comfort #fanfiction #friends to lovers #guilt and shame

237 notes · View notes