#jschlatt x male reader

[aurelaeusgarwood]

“Dear August,”

Jschlatt x Male Reader

Rating: Mature / 18+

Warnings: Mentions of Sexual Themes

(Minors DNI)

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After their encounter, Mr. Schlatt has some difficulty to try and resolve the conflict with his only love. But they were too occupied for his attention. After the party was over, He took his time to reflect on his relationship that the two once had whilst walking in the garden of the Wrensliede Estate.

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Chapter II: Jonathan Schlatt

I couldn’t piece things together. What did I do wrong? I thought he missed me as much as I did? My goodness, I am an idiot. I watched him walk away, painfully slow. I haven’t got to my feet to stop him, tell him that everything is all right. It felt too real to come true, just pure fantasy. A nightmare.

“Please stay… with me Y/N, you are only what I have.”

I mutter, a single tear dropped, that was all I shed that night, cold, burning against my cheek. The very pressure in my chest, irritating, could almost tear me apart to relieve the stress. I have not felt this before, what is it? Why does it hurt so much when Y/N is not here with me anymore? I need him, but I feel that whatever I do won’t ever matter. I sat here until I was soon well presented. Dusted my coat as I made my way back, It was a long but not too short walk, the stars slowly painting themselves above the dark blue sky—Oh how heavenly it was to see, upon each glitter, felt like each soul was giving me pity, some mourning for my loss of a loved one, while others laughed and judged, ready to announce my transgression. But what is love if it’s such a crime? Seems to be quite unfair that this world has become. I made my way inside and most of the fellow men greeted me, some old friends I recognized and some I have not met, perhaps they are new residents of this fine town.

“Where have you gone off to Mr. Schlatt?”

Said Lady Avelot, daughter of Lord Oswald Watson. She’s quite a fine maiden I do say. I gave her a kiss on her wrist as she bowed and blushed.

“Just for a walk during this lovely evening, How is your brother?”

“Mr. Watson is doing splendidly! Made some purchases of land for our expansion of fathers manor,”

“Now that is wonderful to hear.”

She giggled, covering her mouth with her hand, the many pieces of jewelry she had almost blinded me. I talked with a few more gentlemen when I noticed Y/N across the room again, avoiding my gaze. He laughed with some tall gentlemen, I couldn’t get a look at his face, but his stance looked almost familiar. The two exchanged more laughter before the stranger walked away. I saw his face and it was my old friend. Theodore Kennedy is one I have grown up with, If he’s here then so is Charles, but he isn’t anywhere to be seen. I wanted to go speak with Y/N, it was my chance and only chance to be sincere, but someone else had plans. Matthew Watson… Urgh.

“Sir Matthew! Oh how delighted to have you finally join us!”

He chuckled as they both embrace each other. I felt sick as if the wine I had was about to come back up. He was tall for sure but didn’t past my height. His hair was well combed and brown, like the dark wood of the flooring. I remembered as children, Matthew would always play with Y/N before I could even get a chance to have my turn. Almost as if he favoured him. The two chatted as I watched from afar—but difficult from the music and the many people talking. It was getting too loud for my comfort and almost deafening. I could go deaf or blind, maybe both. I don’t want to be here anymore but I need to speak with Y/N.

“Oh, how I missed that sweet smile Mr. Wrensliede. Look at you, all grown up,”

“Ha! amongst all, you have thy most dazzling smile of all.”

The two were flirting, it was obvious, unfortunately, the other guests never noticed. I wanted to approach them, pull them apart and just kiss Y/N till he falls in love with me again. I don’t want Matthew to take him away from me, I will not allow that to happen.

“Well it has been a week since I’ve been away, London is a frantic place to stride alone in, You shall accompany me on my next trip, yes?”

“You know how I feel about that city, too much smoke, I am deeply sorry but I mustn’t,”

I wanted to break them apart, His leer and demonic handsome features, as slim as he is, he does appear to swoop you into surprise. I remember long ago he used to blame me for eating Silas’ apples, and ever since, I still kept the weight of that man’s anger and beatings. How selfish of a man Matthew can be, cruel at most. But everyone views him as an excellent and spectacular individual. Rich, very—but stupid as a peasant.

“Well excuse me Mr. Wrensliede, I need to refresh myself with a drink.”

Now that he is alone, Now it’s my move—

“Excuse me, your Lordship, your father has requested your presence in his office,”

“Yes, of course.”

The two made their way out of the room, Oh great, He seems even more occupied. I followed from behind, quietly so as to not get caught. The fine carpets of these grand hallways were helpful for my stealth, as well as the large vases holding such beautiful flowers by the walls. They went upstairs and I did too, slowly down the hallway—whenever they turn left, right, then left again, until Silas’ quarters. The paintings watched, knowing that what I’m doing is very much intruding. The servant knocked on the door three times, gentle but enough for the man to hear. She opened the door for Y/N, only he went in.

“You’re excused, Annette,”

“Yes, your liege.”

She closed the door and I quickly hid behind the curtain. I could hear her approach, then swiftly walk past me, the sound of my heart beating as I waited a bit more. I walked out from my spot, then slowly towards the door. I kneeled down to the keyhole and placed my ear, eavesdropping on their conversation. It was muffled but I could make out a few.

“What do you mean she has scarlet fever?”

“—we’ll have to find a trustworthy doctor in order to treat her, wherever they may be,”

“You mean you’ll be the one that shall find one,”

“Y/N… I am doing what I can, you mustn’t fret!”

I leaned closer, my ear pinned against the metal plating of the keyhole, unaware of my surroundings, Mr. Watson seemed to have tagged along, in his fancy dark blue suit, he crept his way slowly behind me. Reaching ever so slightly.

“Now how cheeky could you be, hmm?”

I never felt so scared in my life, at that moment I could’ve let out a scream, cry out my fright, and broken whatever cover I had. I held it in, rather angry instead of cowering. So he followed me, just fantastic.

“What do you want?”

“I don’t want anything from the likes of you, just a bit… curious, that is all”

The way he sipped on his glass, made me want to tackle him, let out my anger and pain I went through as a child when he would just cry and get all the sympathy from the Wrensliedes, lunacy that they favour him more than me. My attributes and character are more finer and reliable than that scheming, lying of a man Mr. Matthew Watson.

“Well enough of your curiosity and leave,”

“But oh Mr. Schlunt, How could I ever take my focus away when you’re on your knees, humorous I’d say, you’re insignificance is such entertaining I must say,”

“Just shut your mouth and let me eavesdrop,”

Watson chuckled, before walking over to the doors facing the outdoor walkways. He opened the door and stepped outside, breathing in the fresh air—he stepped aside, waiting for me to join.

“Will you mind doing it out here, it’s terrible to get caught doing such acts.”

I gave in, how pathetic I am. Either way, I would’ve been caught, or perhaps Watson would announce my intrusion and have me banished from seeing Y/N ever again. We both were outside Lord Silas’s office a few feet away. Watson motioned for me to be quiet as we sneaked on the side walls, slowly making our way to the opened window that is his office.

“Your mother will either have to stay back in Paris, for her treatment and health, I can’t promise you that I will be able to bring her back home,”

“But she’s my mother, father, please! Is there at least something you can do?”

“I am afraid there’s nothing that I can do in this situation. What we must do is wait, have the doctor tell us if she’ll be all right.”

I heard Y/N cry, a few sniffles hurt my heart and hearing him suffer is never a great thing for me to bear. Watson seemed to be enjoying it. My love continued to let out his pain, his anxiety. I want nothing to do but go inside and comfort him, make him feel happy and supported.

“You should get some rest, Y/N,”

“What about the party?”

“I’ll deal with it, what matters is that you need rest, sleep.”

Y/N left, leaving Silas alone in his room. Watson and I waited, as the old man walked over to the window and closed it, sealing it. Now both of us didn’t seem to have any clue what is happening, his face was confused yet intrigued. We walked back to the party, silent. I didn’t know what to say and neither did Watson as well. Once we got back to the ballroom, It was starting to get late, people were getting ready to leave, and one by one they were out the door. Watson left as well, in his fine carriage, black with wooden carvings of flowers. He rode away, like everyone else did until it was only just myself. Alone at the entrance of Wrensliede Estate. No carriage arrived, as I walked my way here from Everlynn Street. Not too far, only just a twelve-minute walk. I went down the steps, y feet crushing the gravel beneath. I strode my way over towards Silas’ garden.

Passing many blossom trees, which were imported from Japan, a beautiful deal they made. The pink petals waved in the wind, whispering amongst each other, gossiping about what they saw and heard. Finally reaching the garden, I walked past it, only making my way to the apple tree that Y/N and I were just at earlier. The bitten fruit and broken glass were still there, now the wine dried out, the apple was not infested with insects, now getting the very treat they were waiting for. I could crush them with my heel, feeling the apple tear against my foot. I wonder if bugs could scream? It would be lovely to hear it. I sat down against the tree, my back feeling the hard carvings of the wood, my legs outstretched, flat on the ground. The moon cast its heavenly glow on my face, shining its way through the many whispering leaves of the tree. I looked over to the estate, out of the many large windows on the second floor, Y/N’s room was lit. He must be up, reading whatever novel or resisting the dictionary… I’m not sure what he does anymore. It’s been so long since we used to run around the flower fields, under tree after tree. I would tackle him with kisses and hugs as we hid under the many reeds. His giggles made me smother my love even more. What he would do, was very out of character for someone like him. His hand on my groin, his gentleness, his smirk. Each time I would stop and look at him, nervously wondering what he would do next. My garments felt tight when he did that.

I reach my hand down my area, feeling it now erect. I remember clearly how he would always make me feel, his touch, his sweet moans. He and I were very much not saints back then, he was a devious creature. His alluring gaze—insatiable. Whenever I would thrust myself inside him, he would beg for me to go harder, which I did.

“Dear Y/N, I’m feeling too much right now… Please let us stop,”

“Come now, you were just about to release,” Y/N pouted.

I couldn’t resist that face, so I came—all over his hand, it reached his chin. He smiled, letting me watch helplessly as he licked my semen off his hand. Oh how wrong it and unholy the scene was, but I loved every bit of it. I reached over and wiped the drop on his chin, he froze as I had my mess on my thumb. What he did, made me hard every time I think about it. He sucked on my thumb, caressing my wrist as he did. I looked around, in case someone was near, but no one. Just two lovers in a wheat field, alone and in love.

I opened my eyes again, looking down to which my hand was very much stroking my erection. I am disgusted with myself, so I continued to rub myself, my clothes suffocating me. I moaned out quietly, biting my lip as I went faster. All I could see was his face, his smile, his eyes, the way his hair flowed in the wind, or his laughter when I did a humorous thing. It was not long before I came, pulling away my hand, covered in my spill. I grabbed my handkerchief, cleaned off my mess, and tucked it back in. I checked my watch, wondering about the time.

11:23

I looked over to Y/N’s window, his room still lit, but this time dimmed. I grew curious and got up, trying to get a good view, to my luck it wasn’t very much great. So I got the very idea of climbing the tree. I must admit, I’m not a skilled climber. My athletic is good, just haven’t done this in a while. Once I reached the top of the branch, I got a decent view of Y/N’s room. There he was, painting on a half-finished canvas. I couldn’t see much of what he was making, but I can tell it looked beautiful. I leaned over to get a better look since the painting looked very lovely. The more I lean in, the more I could see his art, how colourful with the pastels were, the paint of a tree, riddled with red and bluish apples. I wanted more, I need to see more—

“Woah!”

I yelped as I tipped over, my tie getting caught on the stub of the branch. Only for a short second, I felt like I was choking, my legs dangling, the weight of my body hanging from the branch torn the tie as I fell to the ground, in a coughing fit I rubbed my neck. That’s going to be a bruise in the morning. I look up to see a tear of my favourite cloth stuck above, waving in the air. I looked over to Y/N’s window—for a split second, I hid behind the tree, so as to not get spotted as he opened his window, looking around, wondering what noise he had heard.

“Hello? Anyone out there?”

Silence.

Y/N looked at the apple tree, nothing out of the ordinary, just the tree. Y/N however spotted a piece of cloth, stuck on a branch, he wondered but didn’t care, as it was probably some nest material for a bird, but it did look familiar. He closed his window and went to prepare for his slumber. I was almost caught yet again. I felt tired myself, I didn’t care about my tie-up above, I could get it later. I got up and walked my way home, leaving the Wrensliede Estate, passing the opened gates, I glanced back, the home of my love sound asleep. No lights on, just darkness.

Goodnight Little N/N, see you in the morning.

[probably-ren]

"You think you know me by the screen."

Schlatt x male reader

Summary: you were invited to his love or host and stupidly, you hosted him. You didn't expect to win, to be fair. Now, hes invited you to come collab with him in new york... For content purposes only.

I think im gonna turn this into a multiple part series because i dont have the attention span to do everything in one go😭

(New layout, what do we think?)

You sigh as you search around the airport for the man you had come to see, at the baggage claim you felt your phone get a notification and saw a dm from him that just said "turn around" you do as it says and are greeted the 6'3 man you had been talking to. a New York Yankees hat sitting firmly on his head, his mutton chops freshly groomed.

How did you get here? You decided to join a random streamers love or host because austin invited you. After watching a small part of his videos, you decided to host him. You found him annoying and much too blunt for your taste. But, during the actual love or host, you began to warm up to him. And when you won, you guys called afterwards and he offered to fly you out to New York to film some vlogs with him.

he smiles and hugs you "how are you man? Was the flight alright?"

You nod and hug him back. "Yeah, it was great! You know first class wasn't necessary right?" he had bought you first class with all upgrades he could, claiming it was just because planes are uncomfortable as fuck, which wasn't a total lie.

"To me it was, so deal with it" he grunts and takes your suitcase before you had the chance to. "lets get back to my car, you must be tired."

You chuckle "you're right about that, there was a loud as fuck baby crying the whole flight and i couldn't sleep at all" you roll your eyes and huff, following him to his car.

"Bet everyone on the plane got some free reminders to use condoms." he snickers, opening the trunk to his car and putting your suitcases in the back, you had packed a decent amount, which was fair since you were staying a whole week.

You laugh "damn right we did." you snicker, climbing into the passenger seat. You hum tiredly as you lean back, watching the other man sit in the driver's seat and turn on the car, the gentle roar of the engine filling the silence between you two.

"do you need the address to my hotel?" you question.

"Hotel?" he asks "just stay with me" he huffs and doesn't look at you "New York hotels are shitty and expensive." he grumbles.

"You sure?" you question, looking at the reservation you were about to book, your thumb inches away from pressing 'pay'

"Very. don't book the damn hotel, I've got plenty of space." he grunts bluntly.

you sigh and nod, exiting out of the app and turning off your phone. Leaning back in the seat. You could smell a gentle vanilla cologne and air fresheners filling the car. schlatts gentle humming to the soft music along with the soft roar of the car couldve put you to sleep then and there. you glance over at him and see him calmly driving as if it was the easiest thing in the world.

in order to keep yourself awake, you decide to ask a question. "what kind of stuff are you thinking we film?"

schlatt glances at you, raising an eyebrow. "im not sure yet. im sure we could just explore the city, theres this really nice cafe not too far from my place we could check out tomorrow. its too late for them to be open right now." he offers, getting slightly embarrassed and looking away "if you want to, of course."

you nod softly "no, im down. that sounds fun" you smile, leaning back in your seat and watching as the city rolled by. the setting sun made the buildings glimmer and pricks of light dance on the glass as you drove past. it felt almost like a moment in a movie - or maybe that was the tiredness catching up to you.

slowly the ride turns into a calm silence, schlatt humming along to whatever song played on the radio. you had expected him to be more like his online persona, but from what you had seen so far, it was quite the opposite.

Soon, you both pull up to his apartment. He turns to look at you and snickers as he sees you fast asleep. He quietly turns off the car and gets out, going over to your side and opening the door, easily scooping you up bridal style and gently carrying you inside.

He walks towards the guest room and sighs as he remembers how trashed it is. "Oh well" he murmurs "he can have my room, i guess." he grunts "not because i care or anything, just because its closest." he reminds himself, walking towards his room quietly, his footsteps echoing on the wood flooring, jambo happily trailing behind him, practically begging for attention.

He enters his room and takes you to his bed, gently setting you down and chuckling as jambo immediately jumps up and lays right beside you, purring happily. [Redacted] was already asleep on his bed and woke up at the movement, hissing at your sleeping body.

"Be nice." he warns the black cat sternly as he takes off his Yankees hat and sets it on the nightstand, grabbing a blanket and throwing it over you, covering jambo in the process and causing him to crawl up and lay right beside your face. "Hope hes not allergic" schlatt snickers and yawns "ill get his bags tomorrow, im tired as fuck" he groans quietly and walks towards the exit of his bedroom.

He glances back at you, examining your sleeping face, your parted lips, the way your hair fell over your face slightly. He feels his face heat up and looks away. "Fuck that." he huffs and exits the room, the door shutting with a click.

[bio-hazard]

listening to schlatts santa claus is coming to town cover and thinking abt my hallmark post and like

reader gets a job like serving or tending bar at this place that does live music around the holidays and there's this one singer who's there during a lot of your shifts and you love his voice, he's great as a performer! but he comes into the back while you're doing something and hears you singing and asks you to sing a duet with him. you tell him that, no sorry you're not that good at singing to people, and you're not that fond of the holidays. you're just here to make some extra cash.

he doesn't like this answer of course and every shift becomes a game of cat and mouse with him trying to coax you into singing with him (or at least just teasing you to bring down your walls) until eventually he says he gives up and at least wants to take you out for dinner

it's really nice and on the way home, baby it's cold outside comes on the radio and he just gives you A Look and you sigh and know every word and it's really cute

[kingsleywrites]

You Can't Just Get Rid Of Them!

Tommyinnit x male reader (can be seen as romantic or platonic) Also possibly Tubbo x male reader (can also be seen as platonic or romantic)

CW: swearing

Angst to (slight) fluff

This takes place right as and after Jschlatt banishes Wilbur and Tommy after the L'manburg election.

M/N will be used (meaning male name)

H/N: Horse's name

"I REVOKE, WILBUR SOOT AND TOMMYINNIT'S CITIZENSHIP!" Schlatt's voice boomed and everyone began to panic with a few people punching and shoving Wilbur and Tommy away. M/N stood there, his body slightly shaking. 'This can't be real, no, Schlatt didn't, he wouldn't.' these thoughts ran rapidly in M/N's mind. He looked over at Tommy and Wilbur their faces looked completely devastated and confused. M/N clenched his fists and ran up and onto the podium where Schlatt and his subordinates were. "JSCHLATT!" M/N yelled, he was held back by Quackity. "You-You can't do that! Wilbur founded L'manburg! And Tommy is his right hand! You can't just get rid of them!"

"Last I checked, M/N, I am the president. Sorry emperor." Schlatt said getting closer to him. "No, no you're just a tyrant, hell bent on destroying this nation! We have fought too long and too hard for you to just throw it all away!" M/N pulled away from Quackity, getting even closer to Schaltt. They stared each other down for a few moments before Jschlatt spoke, turning around to face the crowd. "I suggest you hold your tongue or else you'll be joining them. Now get him out of my sight." Quackity grabbed M/N and threw him off of the podium. It wasn't enough for him to die but he sure as hell took a lot of damage. He could hear Wilbur yelling for Tommy to run, M/N wanted to run with them too but he couldn't as much as he hated Jschaltt he had to be here, for his country, his nation, he wouldn't leave L'manburg, not while Jschlatt was in rule, someone had to keep him from doing something stupid. 'Don't worry Wilbur, Tommy, I will find you guys and I will bring you home.'

Later that night

M/n sat on his bed with a bow in hand and a target across the room. He had already screamed and cried that night but he still had some pent up rage, so he was shooting arrows at a target, pretending it was Jschaltt's head. His door opened and he drew his bow, almost shooting it before he saw who it was. "Tubbo! You scared me." M/N lowered the bow, letting his arms relax. M/N could tell how tense Tubbo looked, the male was looking down at his shoes and fiddling with his fingers, M/N let out a sigh. "If it has something to do with Schlatt just tell me so we can get it over with."

"Schlatt wants to speak to you..." Tubbo's voice was soft and calm, probably trying to avoid M/N's outburst.

"HE-" M/N began to yell but stopped himself taking a deep breath and holding his head in his hands, slouching over. "Fine, Where is he?" M/N stood up.

"Follow me." The two walked out of M/N's house and onto the wooden path.

"Tubbo, if this is a trap, just remember that I will kill you."

"It isn't, I swear! He just told me to get you so you two could talk."

The two continued walking up until they reached a big building, they walked inside and began to climb the mountain of stairs, neither of them saying a word. When they get up to the top Tubbo opens up two big wooden doors and they walk inside. "Ah, M/N your here, welcome, welcome." Schlatt motions for Tubbo to go to him, which he abides by, standing beside Schlatt's desk. "What do you want Schlatt?" M/N says, shooting a glare at the man. "No need to be so hostile, I just want to ask you if you're enjoying Manburg."

"L'manburg." M/N puts emphasis on the L.

"Not anymore, you see this great country doesn't take L's, which seemed to be a reoccurring theme with the last President."

"We won our independence away from the SMP you were not there Schlatt you have no right to-" Jschlatt cut him off.

"You lost the war, the only reason why you even have independence in the first place is because Tommy played the hero and gave his dics to Dream."

Schlatt put his arms up and he had a crooked smile on his face. "But that's besides the point." He walked over to M/N, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"M/N you are an amazing fighter, you have the drive that this country needs in its army."

M/N tensed up and somehow he knew exactly what Schlatt wanted.

"I wanted to ask you to be my commanding officer, you will command Manburg's troops as we expand this great country!"

"Work under you? Ha! You're insane if you think I'll command your army." M/N pushed Schlatts hand off of his shoulder and took a step back from the male.

Jschlatt ran his finger through his hair and sighed. "It's fine, sometimes we all need a little bit of motivation." He snapped his fingers and Quackity walked up behind M/N, using one of his hands to grab onto M/N arm and twist it behind him, while his other hand gripped the back of his neck, pushing on two nerves so he wouldn't try and jerk away.

Jschlatt pulled a netherite axe from his inventory and threw it to George who caught it, grabbing Tubbo by the back of his hair and holding the axe to his throat.

"Tubbo!" M/N yelled and tried to run to him but Quackity pushed on the nerves more making his whole body ache and his eyes water.

"So, M/N! You have two options, You can do as I say, and nothing will happen to Tubbo, OR, you can not do as I say and then not only will you be missing Tommy, but you'll have to explain how you got poor Tubbo killed. So what'll it be." Schlatts smile grew and the tension in the air was thick.

M/N stood there dumbfounded. "You wouldn't.." He mumbled, his eyes narrowing. Tubbo took in a sharp breath as he felt the cold axe press against his throat, drawing a small amount of blood. M/N eyes shot over when he heard Tubbo and for a moment the whole world slowed down as he watched the blood drip farther down.

"Tick Tock, M/N I don't have all night, say, how long do you think it takes for someone to bleed out from the neck, a couple of minutes maybe?" Jschlatt taunted M/N. George's grip on the axe tightened and he went to put more pressure on Tubbo's neck before M/N's voice broke the silence.

"Don't! Just stop! I'll do it! Just don't hurt him!" M/N eyes watered as he looked between Tubbo's scared expression and Schlatt's crazed one. Jschlatt snapped his fingers and George took the axe away from Tubbo's neck and pushed him on the ground. Tubbo let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. Quackity let go of M/N and he fell to his knees before getting up and running over to Tubbo giving him a bear hug. M/N let go and began to inspect Tubbo's face "Oh my god, are you okay, let me see the cut." He lifted up his head only to see that it had stopped bleeding. "M/N, I'm fine." Tubbo's voice was once again calm. M/N helped him up and hugged him again, Schlatt's voice breaking the comfortable silence between the two. "So, M/N I'll see you tomorrow." His voice was still in a mocking tone. "Yeah, sure, whatever makes you happy." M/N said with as much venom as he could muster in his voice.

"Come on Tubbo, let's go." Despite Tubbo needing no assistance to walk, he kept an arm around the boy, looking back at the three as they left the room. The door closed leaving the room in complete silence. George looked at the axe that was still in his hand, the tip slightly covered in blood. "You were prepared to kill Tubbo, right then and there, correct?" George eyed Schlatt who was looking out of a big window that overlooked the newly renamed Manburg. "I was willing to do whatever it took to get that boy to comply."

"You do know that it was a stupid idea to have M/N join, you know how close he is to Tommy, there's no way that he won't try and steal secrets to give to them."

"Of course I know that I'm not dumb! What I need is to be able to keep an eye on him. How can I do that if he isn't working for me?"

"And Tubbo? You don't think he won't try to communicate with Wilbur and Tommy."

"George, Quackity, I am counting on their betrayal."

M/N lightly dabbed disinfectant on Tubbo's neck, him slightly wincing at the contact. "M/N, you don't have to do this, I'll be fine without you helping me."

M/N got up and threw the cloth he used into a cauldron filled with water to be washed later, grabbing a small bandage. "I know you'll be fine without all of this but, I need to, it's my fault that you have this cut in the first place, if I had just said okay to Schlatt instead of being stubborn then maybe that whole fiasco could've been avoided." M/N sat back down, looking at the bandage in his hands.

Tubbo placed a hand on M/N's. "There was no way either of us could've known what Jschlatt was planning, you can't beat yourself up for that. I'm okay, I didn't die, and even if I did I still have another life. I would have been okay."

M/N looked up at Tubbo, his eyes were glossy but he had a small smile on his face. "Still, I started to fix you up, so let me finish." Tubbo let out a small laugh and lifted his chin, allowing M/N to put the bandage on his neck.

M/N looked out his window and saw how dark the clouds began to look in the night sky. "You should probably start to head home now, it looks like it might rain." Tubbo looked out of the window and nodded. The two stood up and M/N led him to the door, opening it up for him and allowing him to step out into the night. "Hey Tubbo?" M/N called out and the boy turned around. "Thank you... for saying that it wasn't my fault, I really needed to hear that."

Tubbo smiled. "You're welcome." M/N walked up to him and gave him one last hug for the night.

"Stay safe okay?"

"Okay, I will."

The two separated and M/N walked back to his house, glancing at Tubbo one last time as he walked further and further down the path. He closed the door to his house and his smile dropped, he walked over to his chest and opened one, pulling out a glowing netherite chest plate. He stared at his reflection for a moment before putting on the chest plate as well as other pieces of armor. M/N grabbed a cloak that was hanging by his bed and put it on, it hid most of the armor as well as the sword that was at his side. He placed his bow on his back and thunder crashed making him look out to his window. It had already started to rain.

M/N walked out of his house and over to his horse that was shaking its head every time too much water would get on (his/her) face. He untied the lead from the horse's reins and hopped on their back. "Come on, H/N, let's go find Tommy and Wilbur."

The two traveled down the path all the way back to the podium where Tommy and Wilbur were declared banished from L'manburg and were shoved out. "Where did you two go." M/N mumbled. M/N pulled the reins making the H/N turn in the direction where he saw them run. "Hiya!" M/N lightly squeezed the sides of H/N making the horse gallop into the woods. The further that M/N got into the woods the denser the trees got, making it nearly impossible to even walk with his horse. M/N pulled out a lead and tied them to a tree making sure to surround the horse in a bit of cobblestone, just as a safety precaution.

He continued the journey on foot, occasionally looking down at the mud to see if he could see any footprints. As he continued walking he saw a small clearing in the woods. Someone was here. He could see the faint outline of the freshly blown out torches. He saw light coming from behind him but before he could turn around a voice spoke. M/N whipped his head around to see Wilbur and Tommy standing in front of him. "M/N?" Wilbur questions upon seeing the boy. "How did you-?" M/N cut him off by running past him and engulfing Tommy in a hug.

"Oh my god, Tommy are you alright?" M/N stopped hugging Tommy but both of his hands were still on his shoulders. "I'm fine, M/N, but how did you find us?"

"I just took off in a straight line from where you two ran." He said with a small laugh. Wilbur cleared his throat, "So I see you only came here to see Tommy?"

M/N let go of Tommy and hugged Wilbur. "No, I just care about him more."

"It's nice to see you again, M/N."

The sound of thunder and lightning flashed in the sky making the three turn their attention to the rain, which was coming down heavier by the minute. "Let's go inside, before the rain comes down even more." Wilbur suggested. The 3 walked into the small dirt shack, Tommy and M/N sitting on the bed and Wilbur leaning against the crafting table.

"Nice little shack you got here." M/N said jokingly

"Hey! Just because Pogtopia is small, doesn't mean that we aren't a great nation."

"Pogtopia?"

"That's what Tommy wanted to name this, he said it was another name for L'manburg, speaking of, what's going on there?"

M/N put his head in his hands, lightly tugging at his hair. "Schlatt has been in power for not even 24 hours and everything has gone to shit, he claims himself to be the emperor, Quackity and George are his vice presidents, Tubbo-" M/N sighs. "Tubbo is his right hand. He can't do or say anything with that asshole's approval!"

Tommy and Wilbur looked at each other with sorrowful eyes. M/N hands drop, his arms resting on his legs. "Tonight... before I came here, Schlatt he-he tried to kill Tubbo."

"What?! Why? Is Tubbo okay?" Tommy questioned raising his voice in distress.

"Tubbo is fine, his neck is cut up a little, that's all."

"What made Schlatt want to kill Tubbo?" Wilbur asked softly.

"He wanted me to be his commanding officer and command his troops as we quote expand this great country. If I didn't say yes, he would've had Tubbo killed with no hesitation, I couldn't let that happen."

Tommy hugged M/N who hugged him back trying not to let the stress tears fall. "It's going to be okay M/N, we'll be okay, we'll get L'manburg back."

M/N let go of Tommy, though his hands still rested on his shoulders. "Tommy, Schlatt changed the name, it's no longer L'manburg, it's Manburg. He said that this country doesn't take L's. Wilbur, he said that it was a reoccurring theme with the last president."

"What? He-he can't do that Wil, can he?"

"He is the elected emperor, technically speaking, yes."

"And what you're just gonna let Schlatt take your name and rake it through the mud?!"

"My name had been through enough-"

"Well I don't have your name and we don't have any time to waste so if you just let me-" Wilbur was the one to cut Tommy off this time.

"No we won't do that, end of discussion.'

The shack went silent for a moment before Wilbur spoke with a small sigh.

"The rain stopped, I think it would be best for you to start heading back M/N before the sun comes up and people get suspicious." M/N nodded and stood up. "I'll walk you out." Tommy said with a small smile.

The two boys walked out of the shack. The smell of rain was still in the air and in the silence you could hear water dripping from the leaves on the trees.

"I'm sorry about what just happened its just-" Tommy was cut off by M/N placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"Tommy, It's okay, you both are under a lot of stress and I understand that fights can break out in stressful moments." M/N had a small smile on his face that warmed Tommy's heart.

M/N's hand retracted from Tommy's shoulder and back to his side, M/N went to walk away but Tommy grabbed his wrist.

"Wait!" The two looked at each other for a moment, Tommy fiddled with the hem of his shirt, his hand still wrapped around M/N's wrist.

"Can-Can I ask you something?"

"Go ahead." M/N turned around to face Tommy, whose hand never left M/N's wrist, it wasn't a tight grip but it was comfortable enough that they didn't feel the need to immediately move away.

"I-" he paused for a moment trying to form the right sentence. "The reason why me and Wil got into the fight was because, I want to try and get Technoblade on our side."

M/N was stunned for a moment "The Technoblade? You want him, to help us?" Tommy nodded.

"Do you think he'll do it?" Tommy shrugged. "He's a strong fighter and a great strategist, he could be what we need to help beat Schlatt!" A smile grew on Tommy's face as he spoke.

"I'm assuming Wilbur doesn't like the idea of getting the blade to help?"

"They have beef from the past so I think he's hesitant."

"Tommy, I trust your judgment, if you can convince Technoblade, to be on our side, I'll stand by your decision."

"Seriously?!" M/N nodded. "Yes! I won't let you down M/N! I'll convince him!" Tommy had a huge grin on his face and pulled M/N into another hug, which he reciprocated.

"I have to get back Tommy, I do need sleep for whatever the hell happens tomorrow." M/N said with a light laugh, pulling away from Tommy.

"Alright, get some sleep, I'll see ya later M/N!"

M/N walked away, waving to Tommy until he reached the forest.

"Bye Tommy, and good luck." M/N said softly as he turned around, pulling his hood up and walking deeper into the forest.

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Wow! First writing done! I hope you all liked it if you got this far, if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes feel free to comment them, I am open to constructive criticism as I do want to improve my writing.

Word Count: 3195

[2braincellslz]

IVE GOT NO REQUESTS!

Please. I'm on my hand and knees.

I'm begging.

Please

I write good, I promise. Ans I promise I dont just write DSMP!

[probably-ren]

I still desperately need prompts, im begging 🙏🙏

𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵 𝘓𝘪𝘴𝘵

ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ! ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴜᴘ ʙʏ ᴍᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀꜱ ɪ'ᴠᴇ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴏɴ ᴘɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇꜱᴛ

𝘏𝘶𝘳𝘵/𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵

♡ "can you please come get me?"

♡ "hey, don't do that, you'll hurt yourself"

♡ "no, don't cry, I hate it when you cry"

♡ "you look sad"

♡ "oh god, you're bleeding"

♡ "I could just use a hug"

♡ "don't touch me"

♡ "it's okay, just breathe"

♡ "I'll stay for as long as you need"

♡ "you can trust me"

♡ "can I touch you? is that okay?"

♡ "you don't need to apologize, ever"

♡ "hey, hey, you're alright! it's okay, just calm down"

♡ "shh, shh, you're okay now"

♡ "here, hold my hand"

♡ "there's no shame in crying, I promise"

♡ "are you crying?"

♡ "you are what's important right now"

♡ "I've got nowhere else to be"

♡ "I'm at the hospital"

𝘈𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵

♡ "I don't want to die"

♡ "I was only using you"

♡ "stay away from me"

♡ "why am I always your second choice?"

♡ "we almost made it"

♡ "leave I don't want to see you"

♡ "why are you helping a monster?"

♡ "I'm barely holding on"

♡ "can I leave now?"

♡ "I guess that's just how little I meant to you"

♡ "I just want to know you care about me"

♡ "stop looking at me like I'm damaged goods"

♡ "there's no us and there never was"

♡ "you deserve so much better"

♡ "don't do this here"

♡ "am I too late?"

♡ "say something, just fucking say something"

♡ "I know. I know I wasn't enough. I always did"

♡ "I did care, I used to care"

𝘍𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧

♡ "shh, stop fussing. I'm just braiding your hair"

♡ "can I borrow your sweater? it smells like you"

♡ "you're my new pillow"

♡ "I'll be here to protect you"

♡ "it's okay, I couldn't sleep anyway"

♡ "you make me so happy"

♡ "aww, you're blushing"

♡ "wait...is this a date?"

♡ "can I kiss you?"

♡ "I'm glad you came"

♡ "I think I'm in love with you and I'm terrified"

♡ "thank you for being her for me"

♡ "you're so pretty when you first wake up"

♡ "I want you to stay, please"

♡ "dance with me"

♡ "your eyes are so pretty"

♡ "is someone sleepy?"

♡ "can I kiss you?"

♡ "you're so warm"

♡ "this/these are my favorite"

𝘚𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘧𝘪𝘤

♡ “you’re sure I’m sick?  ‘cause I feel fine”

♡  “I really cannot be sick right now”

♡  “everyone gets colds.  I’ll live”

♡  “I really hope this is just my allergies”

♡  “stop thinking so loud; my head hurts”

♡ "I'm scared"

♡ "I can't even talk properly"

♡  "I feel like I'm letting everyone down"

♡ "you're making a big deal out of nothing"

♡ "I'm so tired..."

♡ "no, you're not fine. you're burning up”

♡ "you need to rest. I'll stay here with you until you feel better"

♡ “just let me take care of you"

♡ "here, take my blanket”

♡ “I’ll make some tea”

♡ “you're in no condition to go anywhere”

♡ “just rest and let your body fight this off"

♡ “take this medicine, please"

♡ "I'm here now”

♡ "right now, the only person you need to help is yourself”

[writingduhh]

Omg, yes, I'm so glad I found your blog, I absolutely love ur writing! Anyways, I was thinking recently a lot about how ted or schlatt(separately) would do if readers cat hated them. Specifically inspired by my childhood male pet cat who hated all men for some reason, so like what if readers cat hated man too, including Schatt and Ted and how would the two cope with the cat, especially with a reader who loves their cat more than life and treats the cat like their baby.

-💣 Anon

Thanks so much! ❤️ and I love this idea! I hope you enjoy! I wrote for both of the boys, sorry of they’re similar i just wanted to make sure they were both meeting the request the best I could :(

X fem reader

❥ Jschlatt:

Schlatt had never been one to shy away from a challenge, but this was a whole different ballgame. Your cat perched on its favorite spot on the back of the couch. It glared at him like he was the ultimate enemy. And sure he’d faced some fierce opponents in his life, but none quite like this… A fluffy ball of fury with sharp claws and an aversion to his very existence.

“Come on, furball, what’s your deal with me, huh?” Schlatt muttered, holding out a treat. But as expected, the cat hissed in response, tail flicking with irritation. Schlatt glanced at you, half-amused, half-frustrated. “Your little demon hates me.”

You smiled sweetly from the kitchen, clearly unbothered. “He doesn’t hate you. He just… has trust issues with men.”

“Yeah, no kidding.” Schlatt muttered, stuffing the treat back in his pocket. He watched as you moved around, your attention on anything but the cold war happening between him and the cat. It stung a little, mostly because you loved your cat more than anything, and Schlatt just wanted to be a part of that little bubble.

Later that evening while you were reading on the couch your cat curled up contentedly on your lap. Schlatt sat beside you giving the animal plenty of space. “I’m telling you, it’s personal. I haven’t done a damn thing, and he acts like I kicked him.”

“He’s just protective,” you said, scratching behind the cat’s ears as it purred in contentment. “He doesn’t know how amazing you are yet.”

“Yeah? Doesn’t feel that way.” Schlatt crossed his arms, his eyes locked on the little furball a mix of determination and affection in his gaze. “You love him, so I gotta get him to love me. I’m not giving up.”

The next few days became a silent competition between Schlatt and the cat. He tried everything, treats, toys, even soft-talking to the feline when you weren’t around. But the cat, true to form, would hiss, swat, or flat-out ignore his every attempt.

One night after you’d fallen asleep on the couch with your cat beside you Schlatt sat on the floor, staring at the sleeping ball of fluff. “I get it, alright? You’re her baby. But you gotta cut me some slack here, man. I’m trying.” He spoke quietly as if not to wake you. “I’m not going anywhere, so maybe... ease up on the whole hating me thing?”

To his surprise the cat blinked lazily at him, but there was no immediate swipe. It was a small victory.

The breakthrough came a few nights later when Schlatt found himself alone with the cat while you ran out for groceries. He sat on the couch scrolling through his phone when the cat jumped up beside him. Schlatt froze, not daring to make a move.

“You finally gonna give me a chance, huh?” He murmured. The cat stared at him for a moment then slowly curled up at the farthest end of the couch. It wasn’t much, but for Schlatt, it was a win.

When you came home, you found Schlatt grinning, pointing at the cat. “Did you see that? Progress.”

You laughed softly, leaning over to kiss his cheek. “Looks like he’s starting to come around.”

Schlatt wrapped an arm around you, feeling triumphant. “I told you, babe. It’s only a matter of time before we’re best buddies. Just wait.”

From that point on, the cat’s hostility slowly lessened. And every time Schlatt got a bit closer, literally or figuratively, he’d look at you with that smug grin of his as if to say, See? Told you I’d win him over.

Because in the end, Schlatt knew there was no way he’d let a cat get in the way of the two things he loved most: you and your weird little family.

❥ Ted:

Ted had always considered himself a bit of an animal whisperer. Dogs loved him. Birds? Sure, they’d chirp at him from time to time. But your cat? Your beloved furball who, for reasons Ted couldn’t understand, seemed to despise him on sight? That was a different story.

“I don’t get it,” Ted said, standing a safe distance from where the cat was sprawled on your lap. The feline’s eyes were half-closed, but the moment Ted moved too close those eyes would snap open, ears flattening like a silent warning.

You giggled from your spot on the couch, running a hand through the cat’s fur. “He’s just picky. Besides, he’s never liked men. Nothing personal.”

Ted gave you a look, half-bewildered, half-amused. “How can it not be personal? I’ve been nothing but nice to him! Look, I even bought him treats.” He held up the bag of cat treats he’d picked up on his way over waving it like it was some peace offering.

Your cat of course was unimpressed.

“He’ll come around,” you said with a smile, completely confident in your cat’s ability to forgive. Ted, however, wasn’t so sure.

For the next few days, Ted became a man on a mission. If you loved your cat as much as you said you , and it was obvious that you adored the little furball, then Ted was going to win the feline over. That was just the way it had to be.

First, he tried some charm. He’d lean down, give the cat his most disarming smile and speak to it in the softest tone. “Hey, buddy. We don’t have to be enemies, you know? I’m a great guy. Your mom likes me. Maybe we could start over?”

The cat blinked slowly and then turned away, flicking its tail in Ted’s direction. He sighed.

Next came the food. Every time he came over Ted brought new treats, convinced that sooner or later, the cat would crack. But it seemed the feline’s hatred ran deep because not even the fanciest most expensive treats Ted could find would win him any favor. At most the cat would sniff the offering, glance at Ted with a smug “nice try” look then walk away.

You watched all of this with a mix of amusement and sympathy. “They’re stubborn,” you said one evening after Ted’s latest attempt at befriending your cat ended in failure. “But so are you.”

“Yeah but he’s winning,” Ted muttered, looking defeated as the cat curled up smugly on the other side of the room, far from him. “And I don’t like losing.”

Then one day while you were in the kitchen making tea Ted was alone in the living room with the cat. He sat on the floor, facing the animal, trying to bridge the unspoken divide. “Alright, listen up,” Ted began in a serious tone. “I get it. You’re the king of the castle. But I’m not trying to take your throne, okay? I just want to make her happy. And if that means you and I have to find some middle ground, then fine. Let’s do it.”

The cat blinked at him still looking unimpressed, but for the first time, it didn’t turn away.

Ted, feeling like he might have made some small progress, reached out carefully and the cat didn’t immediately swat at him. It wasn’t exactly purring in his lap but it was something. Ted’s heart swelled with hope.

You walked back into the room just in time to catch the tail end of the scene. “Wait, is he… is he letting you pet him?”

Ted grinned proudly, hand hovering above the cat’s head still wary but cautiously optimistic. “I think we’ve had a breakthrough.”

Ted glanced up at you, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. “Yeah, well, it only took me three bags of treats, a couple hours of groveling, and a motivational speech.”

But as if on cue, your cat did the unthinkable… He leaned into Ted’s hand, just a little, allowing the smallest of pats. Ted froze , his eyes wide in disbelief.

You gasped beaming at the sight. “He likes you!”

Ted chuckled his heart racing at the sight of your happiness. “Yeah, well, how could he not? I’m irresistible.” He teases

From that day forward, Ted and your cat were far from best friends, but there was a mutual understanding. The cat still gave him a hard time now and then but every once in a while, it would curl up near him. Even sometimes let him pet him without fuss. And each time that happened Ted would look at you with the biggest grin. Like he’d just won the world’s most important battle.

And maybe, in a way, he had.

[comicallydepressedroach]

IM LITERALLY SOBBING THIS FIC IS SO GOOD

Loyalty

word count: 23,866

Fandom: MCYT Pairing: JSchlatt x Male!Wolf!Reader Pronouns: He/Him Relationship: Familial/Platonic Occupation: Bodyguard Ability: Wolf Hybrid 

The character is that of a wolf hybrid, allowing them to have traits of a wolf. They have abnormal strength and speed with keen senses of smell, hearing and sight, making their nose and ears almost sensitive to anything. They are also granted with an abnormal height and the gift to shapeshift from a human/normal form to a more monstrous form.

Keys: [M/N]: Male Name [S/C]: Skin Color [H/C]: Hair Color [E/C]: Eye Color [U/N]: Username

Warnings: character death, vulgar language, alcohol consumption, violence

I don’t know if I’ve seen this anywhere but this is my own headcanon on the three canon lives thing the dsmp have. when their first two lives are taken, their bodies are reduced to dust and they return back to spawn or their bed, but on their last and final canon life, their body doesn’t reduce to dust and they die the regular ol’ way.

that is all.

“Loyalty” pt. 2

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[spookitapes]

faking an orgasm w/ chuckle sandwich (100 followers special)

summary | rip that pussy fr. you fake an orgasm and must pay the prices for ur actions bro. praying ur coochie survives tbh...

pairing |  jschlatt x fem!reader , ted nivision x fem!reader, charlie slimecicle x fem!reader

warnings/cw | smut, overstimulation, edging, doggy style, fingering, rough sex, humiliation, degradation, fucking while on ft, bathroom sex, spanking, mean!ted, sucking balls bc I'm nasty, male masturbation, panties used as binds, orgasm denial, etc.

word count | 4k

!! 18+ MINORS DNI !!

a/n: sorry this is late guys i had some family emergencies !! buuut it's finally here !! i was gonna make it longer, but ill make up for it with more soon :))) hope you ennjooyyy !! (AND AGAIN THANK YOU FOR 100 AHHHH)

not proofread, sorry for any mistakes !!

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↳˗ˏˋ jschlatt ˊˎ˗ ↴

the clock on the living room shelf reads 3:15am. you can barely make it out from your current position; face smushed into the couch cushions with your ass in the air. schlatt's got a hand on your back, forcing the arch deeper as he watches himself disappear into your pussy.

"please go f-faster !"

"only after you cum for me, doll..you know the deal."

there's a hint of a smile in his tone, and it pisses you off. he's been gone for 3 1/2 weeks and this is how he treats you when he gets back? you always make fun of him for being impatient...but now he's proving you wrong in the cruelest of ways. he surprised you a week earlier than planned, snuck up on you while you took your morning shower. you were so lost in your own world you didn't notice the door reopening & closing, or the sound of his clothes hitting the floor..you definitely didn't notice the sound of the shower door, because it made your heart fall out of your ass when you felt arms wrap around your naked waist.

"it's just me, sweetheart," rung out in that deep ny accent you're become accustomed to.

you turned around in his arms, swatting attacks on his chest. your smile shining even as you tried to hold up the annoyed front. he looked at you with so much love and admiration it almost made you feel bad as you went to scold him, "what the hell, jay! you scar-"

but he cut you off with a passionate kiss. weeks worth of missing you all wrapped up into it. from the way he traced figure 8's on your hip, to the other hand that left to cradle your face..you could feel it all pouring out of him. but the second your arms wrapped around his neck to deepen it, he pulled away with that signature 'up to no good' smirk of his plastered on that mother fucking face.

"come on, babe. we gotta hurry so you can open your early gifts."

so he kissed your forehead and continued the shower like normal..he let you wash his hair like always and even let you do your skin routine on him. he made breakfast with you while wearing matching face masks, and after you ate he made you open the gifts he got you while away...well most of them.

and when you tried to show him your thanks in the form of getting on your knees...he stopped you. "I wasn't suppose to be back for a whole other week," that stupid ass smirk returned to his face. "so you can be good girl and wait...can't ya, honey? you can prove to me you deserve your last gift, right?"

the mention of another gift caught you off guard, you tilted your head at him from between his legs with confusion written all over your face.

"if it's not your cock I don't want it," comes out with a pout trailing on your lips.

a hand grabbed you, cheeks smushed together as he dragged your faces together. "trust me when I tell you I won't touch you for a whole goddamn month if you don't listen, understood? you think a week is bad, doll? let's try 4."

you whined out a pitiful noise before nodding in agreement. the hand quickly moved down to your throat. "don't push your luck, y/n. now..I said are.we.understood?" he let his grip tighten around your throat after each word, that fuzzy feeling clouding your head.

"y-yeah jay, I understand!"

.........

you made it all of 3 days into the 7 before you caved..coming to him dressed in nothing but the pretty chiffon slip he gifted you from his trip, begging for a truce. so he smiled at you and said he'd fuck you how you like...all you had to do is let him have his way with you for 4 orgasms. since you couldn't wait the remaining days like he wanted, he'd just make you wish you had...

the first orgasm was fast; he didn't waste any time sliding your see thru dress up your thighs to bury his tongue between them. he ate you like a man starved– messy and loud as he sucked every drop that left your sweet pussy.

the second wasn't too far behind the first. schlatt didn't give you time to recover as he shoved two of his fingers inside you before sucking on your clit again. your hands tangled in his hair, back arching and toes curling.

it took him all of 5 minutes to have you cumming again for the third time. adding another finger and grinding it into your spot while leaving open mouth kisses on your body. sucking on your neglected nipples thru the sheer fabric, his palm stimulating your clit just right.

and that brings us to now– the fourth and last before you get your reward, but schlatt's not playing fair. he's edging you at such a slow pace there are tears streaming down your face. it feels like he's been at it for hours. slowly slipping in and out of your pussy, pulling out and giving you a pussy job when he feels you're too close.

you're frustrations are at an all time high...so you do something you've never thought about with schlatt. you start breathing harder, thrashing around a little, and you put on your best performance...so full of yourself and so confident he won't notice.

as soon as your done, you're feigning exhaustion as you lower your hips down to the soft texture of the couch. schlatt leans his body down onto yours, his chest against your back. a hand comes up to run through your hair, and you let yourself lean into its comfort.

until it turns into his fingers digging into your scalp and pulling your head back so he's right against your ear, "you know the funniest thing just happened, honey. you made all that racket, but I didn't feel my pussy tighten up like she does when she cums."

your apology shortly dies on your tongue, because schlatt's pulling out of you and landing spanks to your pussy in an instant. he flips you over, and with a hand tightly on your throat he's bullying his cock back into you. he isn't holding back this time though— ohhhh no. you wanna spoil his fun ? you wanna be a brat ? fine he's just gonna fuck you till your pussy can't cream on him anymore.

"funny to think you're always calling me the impatient one, but now you're the one that can't wait 4 more days to get this pussy played with, huh angel?"

when the last load of jonny’s cum is bullied into your cunt the sun rise is shining in thru the windows, basking you both in a warm amber glow. you both find comfort in the cosy ambiance that settles around you.

and you're both panting, trying to catch your breaths from the pipe he just laid when a sinister smirk crosses your face, "soooooo…can I have my gift now?"

schlatt let's out an airy laugh before he lands a playful slap to your ass, pulling you closer to him before leaving a kiss to your forehead.

"absolutely not. you're waiting the 4 damn days, and I don't wanna hear no lip about it neither."

“buuuut baaaaabbbbyyy i- oOOOOUUUUCCHHHH !!”

you’re grabbing at your forehead and kicking your legs out defensively towards your boyfriend because of the flick he just gave you. he’s obviously finding it amusing, rolling away from your line of reach while tears fill his eyes from laughing so hard.

“goddamn you got a thick ass cranium, babe! my fucking finger hurts so bad!”

(bonus)

unlike you, he actually holds out until the last day. schlatt's super excited though, considering the importance of the date. he couldn't sleep at all the night before, so he wakes you up with breakfast in bed..a box on the tray with a necklace inside.

"happy anniversary, doll. now you'll have a piece of me even when I'm away."

↳˗ˏˋ ted ˊˎ˗ ↴

when ted came up behind you as you did you’re makeup, the last thing you expected was to be bent over the bathroom counter taking back shots. you both needed to be heading out the door 5 minutes ago, but your boyfriend got too distracted by your costume. so now he’s balls deep fully dressed as austin powers while he has your top pulled down so he can see your tits bouncing.

“we-we’re gonna be l-laaaaate!” you’re whining while making eye contact with him thru the mirror.

you're trying so hard to not mess up your makeup, only having had your lips left to do...but now your wig’s not set, your outfits not ready anymore, and you're gonna have to cover up the hickeys he’s leaving on your neck. to say you’re stressed out would be an understatement.

“baby, you know schlatt doesn’t start anything on time. i bet no one’s even there yet, okay ? now stop worrying that pretty little head and let me make you feel good.”

as if on cue there’s a ding from your phone, a message from the big man himself asking when you think you two will be arriving since you’re bringing a good amount of the liquor.

“ignore him,” it comes out gruff as he flips your phone over so the screens no longer showing.

"b-but i still have to fin-finish getting ready!"

"and you will," the hand gripping the back of your neck forces you to look at your own reflection, "...but not until we're done, princess. now look at how pretty you are and take this dick."

your phone is vibrating now, ringing so loud it makes you jump at first. you already know it's schlatt and in that moment you start debating on the worst best? decision you've ever made. you go back and forth but when the sound of the phone dissipates followed by another text...you make up your mind. so without missing a beat, you start scrunching up your face, pushing your ass back against his thrusts, and faking the best moans you can produce. ted stops immediately, a confusing look adorning his face. he pulls out and you can feel him staring into your soul before you even rise your eyes to meet his gaze.

"....what...was that, y/n?"

"w-what do you mean? i cam dumbie," you smile up at him thru the reflection, "now let me finish getting ready, and ill suck you off while you drive."

ted's jaw drops at that, a scoff leaving his body as he shakes his head in disbelief. he's laughing soon enough, laughing so hard he falls forward to clutch his stomach.

"i know you're not calling that half-assed, theater kid performance an orgasm!"

your cheeks go red as you look away in the mirror; you can feel him staring into your soul without even looking up to meet his gaze.

“look at me, baby.”

but you don’t..you’re too shy now that he knows the truth.

“y/n.”

he’s turning you around now, but your eyes are trained on they bathroom tiles below you. refusing to meet his eyes as he calls your name again. next thing you know a hand is lightly gripping your chin to tilt it up towards him.

“just look at me, love. swear i’m not mad.”

so you take a deep breath before looking up, pouty lips and puppy dog eyes in full affect.

“stop looking at me like that.”

“like what ?”

“like that.”

you furrow your brows and lightly slap him on the chest before attempting to turn back around. but ted’s arms are wrapping around you, your naked chest pressed to his clothed one. he notices your nipples are sensitive as you shiver from the contact as they brush against his costume. at this he picks you up to set you on the counter.

“i think i need to teach you a lesson, baby.”

you whine at this, voice annoyed as you once again try to tell him you need to get ready. but ted’s spanking your inner thigh to get you to shut up, his voice deepening for what he says next.

“what’s rule one, princess?”

your thighs clench around his hand even though it’d take him less than 5 seconds to overpower you and force them back open again. you curse as the involuntary needy tone leaves you and flows thru the air, sounding breathless as you go to answer him.

“…n-no..no back talking.”

“mhmm,” he’s pushing your legs apart and sliding his fingers closer to your center, “and what are you doing?”

a frown spreads across your face, “..i-i’m talking back..”

“so what should i do, y/n?” he’s rubbing circles on your clit at this point, making you feel all fuzzy.

“y-you should punish me, teddy.”

he’s groaning out at the nickname, fingers moving to push inside of you at a rough pace. you can hear the sound of ted’s fingers fucking you and his palm smacking your clit from how good he’s giving it to you. you start squirming around from the feeling, so overwhelmed since you didn’t expect to be this sensitive from not actually cumming earlier. but his free arm is wrapping around your hips to keep you still as he starts pressing kisses to your jaw, bound to add to the mess of marks he’s already left there. you’re sweating at this point, clawing at your boyfriend's shoulders as he moans into your neck.

“you're gonna cum on my fingers, cum on my dick, then we're leaving. you can fix your shit in the car since you're in such a hurry, princess."

you're moaning out at that, getting tighter at how rude his tone is. ted's been rough with you plenty of times. he's your dom for christ's sake, but...he's never been this mean.

(and you're mclovin it)

"aww you like that? felt you clenchin on me, baby," you can feel his smile against your skin.

you're nodding your head, too busy moaning to find words. the orgasm building in your stomach is coming faster than you realized.

'i-i'm gonna cuuuum!"

"go ahead, cum all over my fingers like the slut you are."

the orgasm rips thru your body at the permission, your noises being silenced as ted gives you a passionate kiss while he helps you ride it out. as soon as your body calms down he's pulling you off the counter,

"ohh shit, i got you love!"

he catches you on your shaky legs, kissing your nose before spinning you around. you're finally met with your reflection once again, ted's cock lining up with your entrance as one of his hands intertwines with yours. he slides in slowly, bottoming out with a groan. he stays still for a few minutes just to tease you..and it works. so you start pushing back against him, wiggling your ass for extra measure. he's landing a light slap to your ass with his free hand, a smirk on his lips as he starts slamming into you. but soon enough your phone's going off again, schlatt's face filling up your screen for the second time tonight.

"answer it."

"w-what?"

"answer it, princess. let's see how good your poker face is."

your free hand scrambles to grab your phone, bending over a little so ted's out of the frame and your tits aren't on screen.

"what the fuck is taking you bastards so long?" comes blaring through your speakers.

"s-sorry we're gonna head o-out soon!" you try to say it normally, but with the way ted's filling you up, it's nearly impossible.

schlatt's drowning in confusion, but then ted makes a mistake...he thursts in balls deep, a loud clap followed by your moans you can't hold back.

"t-teddy!" your brows are scrunching up and your toes curling as your boyfriend keeps the new pace, your grip loosening so schlatt gets an eye full of your tits bouncing with his best friend behind you. schlatt goes quiet, memorized by the sight on his phone.

"show big guy how you cream for me, love...and make sure he sees your pretty face when you cum."

your eyes roll into the back of your head when his fingers find your clit, cum so much it starts running down his dick and staining his pants. he fucks you through your orgasm, holding your overstimulated body up as he starts back up.

"almost done, baby. gonna cum in your cunt first though," he's bringing your still-conjoined hands to his mouth, pressing a kiss to the back of yours. he starts jackhammering his hips as your whines get louder. "w-want your cum, teddy! g-give it to me-- please baby. need it!"

ted slams into you one last time, stopping balls deep as you shiver from him pressing against your g spot juuuust right. he lets out a deep groan as he empties inside of you, pulling your head back to reconnect your lips as his hands wrap around your waist.

(bonus)

silence ensues as your breathing regulates, falling into the comfort of his embrace...until your ears pick up on a familiar accent,

"holy.fucking.shit."

↳˗ˏˋ charlie ˊˎ˗ ↴

you and charlie are having a movie night at his place, the half-eaten popcorn bowl abandoned on the coffee table beside an empty bag of gummy bears. the sun setting and your full belly are a bad combo as your eyelids grow heavier as the seconds tick by. you're about to pass out when you feel him move behind you, hips pressing into yours as he yawns. you let out a loud whine, cockwarming him now backfiring as it makes you start to throb around him.

"don't tell me you were about to fall asleep," his voice startles you so you jump a little. making your predicament worse as it makes his dick hits a spot deep within you, moaning out as you press your thighs together. "s-shut up!"

he just laughs at that, wrapping his arms around you to pull you flush against his chest. you grip his forearms, feeling him somehow sink even deeper into you. "stooop baby..this isn't fair!"

you look over your shoulder, giving him a sad look to guilt trip him. it seems to work because he's pulling out to quickly slam back in, hands going to strip you of his oversized hoodie you have on. (the ONLY thing you have on btw)

charlie's a sweetheart, always treating you like a queen in and out of the bedroom. but you notice the dark look in his eye sometimes, the way he gets lost in his head and will start pounding into you. you know he's holding back, can sense it every time your intimate...and you crave to know what's going thru his head in those moments. so you do the only thing you know charlie will hate. you two specifically spoke about faking orgasms the first time you has sex.

"just be honest with me, i need to learn your body and what you like. don't gotta pretend with me, y/n. never with me, okay?"

you know he's got a dom in him somewhere, so you do what you have to to see if you can bring it out. as he squeezes your newly uncovered tits you start your plan with loud moans pouring from your mouth. you do the poorest job of faking it, making sure to give your worst performance possible. you feel charlie freeze up behind you, his arms loosening from around you.

"ch-charlie?" your voice shakes as you call out to him, "why'd you stop, baby?"

before you know it he's pulling out of your pussy, forcing you off the couch and onto your knees. "you know exactly why. don't act fucking dumb," his eyes are set into a glare as he spits the words at you. your hands go to grab his cock, thinking he wants to use your throat. but he's slapping your hands away before going to grab your panties off the floor, using them to bind your hands behind your back.

"now you're gonna fucking sit there and let me cum on that pretty face like the slut you are," he's standing in front of you now, towering over your naked frame on the floor. your sitting on your knees, bound and so wet it's driving you insane. your boyfriend's muscles are flexing as he pumps his cock, red angry tip leaking precum profusely.

you start squirming, trying to get some pleasure from pressing your thighs together as you watch him in all his glory. he thankfully doesn't notice for a few minutes, too lost in his new mindset he's finally opening up. but when he does he's kicking your legs apart, free hand going to your hair to bring your attention up to him, "so goddamn needy but you're not cumming tonight, baby."

you whine at that, opening your mouth to talk back but you're cut off by charlie shoving his balls into your mouth. your brain melts as your tongue massages him, eyes going hazy as you slip into sub space. there's drool running down your chin, switching between his balls as he starts letting out some whines of his own.

"keep fucking sucking," he's quickening his pace now. the air in the room reeking of sex as charlie's chest starts heaving, cheeks growing red as he nears closer to his orgasm. you do your best to make it the best you can without your hands, pussy leaking all over the floor from the sight above you.

"oooh fuuuuuccckkk," he's forcing your head to stay choking on his balls as he pumps himself to the edge. your eyes are rolling into the back of your skull from the grip in your hair, moaning out at the feeling. he's whimpering as ropes of his cum paint your face, the vibrations finally sending him into nirvana. he releases your hair, petting your head as he leans down to untie your wrists.

"you okay, baby? did i go too far? fuck I'm so sor-" you cut him off with a kiss. silencing his doubts as you burst into a smile, pulling away to smirk at him as you reflect on what just happened.

"my plan totally worked!"

his mouth falls open at your confession, completely caught off guard by your sneaky ass games.

"i knew you couldn't have been that bad of an actor! no way that was your best fake orgasm!" he's smiling at you as he brings your wrists to his mouth, leaving kisses against the red marks.

"obviously! i could definitely fool you if I wanted," a scream leaves your lips as soon as the sentence leaves your mouth. charlie doesn't hesitate to throw you over his shoulder as he lands a playful slap on your ass.

"yeah sure, cupcake," your view of the floor is flipped as your boyfriend tosses you onto his bed. "now lay back and let me show you why you don't ever have to fake an orgasm again...even if it was only to set me off. "

"i don't know…it got us what we both wanted, right?" there's a light in your eyes as you say it, giggles flowing thru you effortlessly.

"oh you're trouble," he's lowering himself against your body, smile never leaving his face.

"yeah…but that's why you like me so much."

"yeah.. it is you fucking psycho."

(bonus)

"cooome on, baby," it's moaned into your overstimulated pussy, charlie devouring you from underneath. he's been between your thighs for an hour now, with this last round leading him to sweet-talk you into sitting on his face. your juices are running down his face and chest, hands tangled in his hair. you two lock eyes as your stomach starts twisting up for the fifth time tonight. there's a smugness to his voice as your legs start shaking around his head, "yeaaahh this one's real, huh honey?"

[aurelaeusgarwood]

“Dear August,”

Pairing: Jschlatt x Male Reader

Rating: Mature / 18+

Warnings: Mentions of Sexual themes and Angst

(Minors DNI)

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

In the early 19th century England, smart, handsome, beautiful Y/N Wrensliede has it all in the town of Linwood. From fine wine, to a rich estate. During one night, at one of the Wrensliede held parties, An old friend seems to have return with something in mind. Will their love be till death do them part?

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

Chapter I: Y/N Wrensliede

February 4th, 1864 ~ Wrensliede Estate, Linwood

I could not believed myself as to what I am thinking and feeling—most certainly to someone I grew up with. Out of all these women in my father’s ballroom this late afternoon. I’d find myself a future court, unfortunately non of the women seemed to interest me other then Sir Jonathan Schlatt standing opposite from me across the room. When I first entered this room, I never expected to feel scared, nervous, warm. But I cannot and dare not discuss this feeling with myself or with anyone for that matter, too much of absurdity to handle.

Good thing for him to have not notice me yet. Too busy flirting with a poor maiden. Standing like a small stick next to him, uninterested and awkwardly quiet. She holds her glass firmly, as if he were to ever take it from her, Now that I think of it, I would love to quench my afternoon thirst with Uncle Frederick’s finest wine in all of town Linwood. One of the servants walked by.

“Give me a cold glass of Aurumbähr wine please,”

“As you wish your Lordship,”

Said the servant, she then walked away and disappeared from the crowd, then back with my drink in tow.

“Is there anything else you would need your Lordship?”

“No. You can go,”

Her curtsy made my stomach twist, not in a flattering way, but disgust. Why does father have to make us Wrensliedes feel more important then anyone else in this town? especially in my own home, I can’t even ask for something without being treated as royalty when there’s a royal palace miles up the northwest mountains. ‘Too much money’ I tell my mother, whenever she allows herself to listen to me, can’t tell if she can even hear me, that poor women is going deaf. Maybe I should speak with my tone higher next time?

“I see that you still hate being called that, your highness~”

I gasped, my drink almost falling out of my hands—there stood Mr. Schlatt, in his dark grey suit, his stature horrendously tall yet handsome. His face, punchable.

“How dare you almost make me waste this!“

“Is that Aurumbähr? I’ve had far better wine overseas,”

I gasped again, how dare he? My uncle’s family has been one of the greatest wine brewers in this country for decades.

“I’ll have you know Aurumbähr is far more rich and flavourful than those sour, earthy drinks you had from the Canadas,”

“Oh is that it? Hmm last I heard Frederick discovered bugs swimming in his barrels, care to explain that?”

“That was last year!”

“Are you certain? last I heard was back in August,”

I swear to the stars above, This man; yet older then me, cannot count to save his life.

“That’s still last year, what did you even do over overseas? get drunk?”

He laughed, his smile handsomely gross, a bit of his white teeth I spotted. He licked his lips so delicately, soft and—

“You know I won’t mind, Little N/N—OW”

I pulled away the little hairpin.

“Don’t call me that, we aren’t foolish young adults anymore!”

I whispered, looking around to see if anyone heard, Schlatt rubbed his arm, pouting in pain.

“But I thought that’s what you liked me calling you, when you would—“

I stomped on his foot, he yelped, crouching over as he was in more pain.

“Enough of that Mr. Schlatt, I am already growing tired of your presence at this moment”

“You’re right, I am sorry, that was a long time ago—but aside from that, how have you been?”

I am not certain on how I can answer that, I’ve been idle these years, being twenty-five of age, still haven’t been courted yet from other wealthy families and have not been in any interest at all.

“I am doing absolutely great, in fact, I was until my father never notified me about your invitation today,”

“Well you would’ve declined it by then”

“Exactly—“

“—Which means, I have something entirely important to give to you,”

I stumbled, my words being interrupted and talked over. The mannerisms on Mr. Schlatt is no gentleman to be. Out of all of the men in this town, Mr. Schlatt has a way to shut you up and hear what he has ti say, stubborn and selfish he is.

“And what is that?”

He said nothing, other then that look… Why do I remember that look? He gave me a folded piece of paper and walked away—lost in the crowd, I was alone with this neatly folded note.

“Hold this,”

I said to the servant, giving her my drink.

“Yes your lordship”

I can’t even… Never mind that, what did this idiot write.

———

Dear, Little N/N

Meet me at the apple blossoms behind your fathers garden at 17:30

~ Yours truly, Jonathan Schlatt

———

My name is Y/N Earwood Wrensliede, Mr. Schlatt, not little—No, I am not saying that play name ever again. What does he want? I check my watch and it’s 17:01, The sun should set in twenty-nine minutes, why that hour? I give my drink a few sips. The fine fermented grapes, sweet and savoury on my tongue. I look around and I don’t seem to spot him anywhere amongst the crowd of women and lords. So I waited. The room was probably my favourite out of this old building. The designs and decorations on the ceilings was done by some painter from Paris, quite a beautiful piece of the greek tales of the gods.

The gold and glow the room had as well as the fine music from the quartet gave me comfort. Just if he hadn’t showed up, maybe I could’ve found myself a Lady to court with, get my father to look up to me and take on the family name whence his time comes. 17:25 came along, I excused myself for a walk outside, still holding my glass half empty. The wine swirled as I strut, the colour swayed as if blood from a holiday steak feast I’ve had with Father and Mother.

Mother is not here as she is teaching ballet in France, so it’s Father and I watching over the Wrensliede Estate, A lovely and grand stone pillar home of these fine landscapes. It’s a long walk but l reach the garden and spot the assortments of blossom trees at the back,

Mr. Schlatt nowhere to be found. I walk further more, until I stop at the large apple blossom, blooming with shiny fruits, although half of them are eaten by the nature life out here. Has Mr. Schlatt trick me again? like when we were children?

Someone then covers my eyes, It was dark for a moment until I turned around, there stood in front of me, Mr. Schlatt—with a smirk and a laughter in his voice. I still don’t know what is about him, I haven’t seen him for awhile and he still acted the same.

“I knew you’d come, I’ve missed you”

“I— I ummm, well I missed you too…”

He chuckled, the pointed dull teeth showing as he looked above the apples.

“It has been six and a half years since we last parted ways… I know you have more than just to say, little N/N”

He stepped forward, I froze, I couldn’t seem to move.

“Well you left without a word to the Canadas, so I moved on, what did you expect me to say?”

He softly smiled, how awful did I miss that smile, I look around, trying to avoid his brown eyes, but to focus on the fresh seemingly ready red apple, hanging on the branch undisturbed. He looked at the apple too, before reaching up and taking it off the stem—My eyes widen.

“My father will kill you if he found out you touched his tree”

“Well he’s not here, besides, not like he wouldn’t mind if you did”

“Oh trust me, his anger is not pleasant”

He turned it around in his palm, before giving it a bite, I reached over but he moved his arm away, the apple bitten and out of reach. I looked at him like he was some lunatic, and he just smiled at me—chewing. I then felt his arm reach behind my waist, he then pulled me up to his chest, my heart beating faster. The glass in my hands slip, shattering upon the pavement. I stare up, his face looking down on me as he leans in, his lips touching mine as I felt his tongue reach in, the chewed apple pieces slide in my mouth, transferring from him to me… I can’t think. What is happening, my head hurts, my heart is beating hard that it hurts. He pulled away—I could feel the apple bits in my mouth still.

“You can swallow, Now he won’t know it was you”

I did what he said, I swallowed the bits as I felt his thumb caress my closed lips. I felt heated and unstable.

“You know little N/N, I missed you so much, that every man I see back in Canada, I see your face, your smile and your body… Please… I—“

“I think I’m tired, I need to sleep Mr. Schlatt, please excuse—“

He grabbed my hand as I tried to get away from his grasp, I could feel my nose leaking, the blood dripping down to the ground, mixing in with wine, almost identical. He dropped the apple as he spotted the blood.

“Dear stars, are you alright N/N?”

I nodded, as he lead me to a bench near by, sitting me down. I did t know what to do as he cleaned my mess, his large hands delicately and cautiously cleaning the blood. I waited till he was done.

“It’s… It’s N/N—not… that name,”

“I thought you liked it,”

“I…”

I don’t know what I like anymore, he gave my hand a light squeeze. I look away to where the broken glass of spilled wine and a bitten apple lay, a mess like myself and this situation becoming. Great, I’m crying in front of a man I used to love, someone who abandoned me without a word, a horrid moment I am to be experiencing. I could still feel the warm of where his lips used to press. Ever since he left I had no one else to fall in love. He was all I had and now he just arrives and proceeds to do all this like nothing has ever happened? Ludicrous.

“I waited, and time passed by—yet you haven’t returned…”

“My greatest sincerest apologies N/N, I have been wanting to meet before I left, but due to some scheduling I didn’t have time.”

“Not even for a note? You hadn’t bothered lettering me?”

He just stared at my hands, his thumb caressing my palms, as they start to sweat. His face indeed was sad, sorry for what had.

“After many weeks, I bled my tears every night, just hoping to see your lamp in the field glowing for me. I left my window open every night… Hoping you would be by my side when I sleep.”

“Darling, I—“

“Don’t you dare call me that, Just don’t you ever come near me again. Enjoy this last night Mr. Schlatt,”

My heart torn itself as I stood from the bench and walked back to the grand estate. I could feel his eyes burn into my back, like an hot iron print pressing onto a punished thief. I wiped my tears, made myself presentable as I entered the ballroom again. A few questioned about my puffy face, I said to them it that it was just the season change.

They laughed and I cried bitterly inside.

[schlattsdoll]

I would love to read about frat president schlatt x nerdy college student reader (perhaps smut)

Like they have a class together but never really talked until reader was dragged into going to a frat party his frat hosted and them getting to know one another and what not. Then schlatt asks reader to help him study for a test in their shared class and it gets all spicy.

Sorry if this is bad I’m just obsessed with the idea of schlatt being in a frat lolz

we love fratboy!jschlatt in this house

minors dni

getting dragged to a frat party was NOT how you wanted to spend your friday night, yet here you were in the KAT house, abandoned by your roommate and left alone in a corner. a large man walked over to the corner you were occupying and smiled down at you. “hey, you’re in my intro to philosophy class right? you sit right in front of me.” your face lights up with recognition, “oh yeah! johnathan right?” he physically cringes at his name,“please call me schlatt. all my friends do. or for girls as cute as you, jay.”

a warmth washes over your cheeks, he smirks down at you, keeping up his innocent flirting. you two stuck by each others sides the whole time, making some hopeless sorority girls very jealous. you two have so much fun, neither of you realize you haven’t had a single drink.

as the night wound down, he eventually asked for your number and how you’d be getting home. “well i would be walking back with my roommate but she’s mia right now.” jay frowns, knowing how dangerous it is for you to walk alone, even sober. “how about i give you a ride, or walk with you?” you nodded your head at the taller male and agreed happily.

the fifteen minute drive was spent talking about majors, you learned his was business, and how if he didn’t get his grades up he’d be kicked off the executive board. “well i can always help you out, im pretty good if i do say so myself.” that was an understatement, you were top of the class. he’d seen how you answered questions and even gave the professor questions he’d have to think about. “yeah for sure! meet you at the library tomorrow? how’s six?”

“it’s a date jay.” you smiled and he kissed your cheek gently. “i’ll text you tomorrow okay? get home safe.”

as always, my inbox is open for requests! please send them in 💚

[yumiis]

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

[thatsauceysauce]

I’d love to be sent ideas yall what to be written, i’ll write pretty much anything

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Wonts;

mommy/daddy kinks

detailed birth

nothing involving piss or shit

furries/ anything involving humans x animals

rape

detailed self harm

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wills;

smut (no minors)

pregnancy fic

marriage

x reader

non detailed self harm comfort fic

fem reader x male character

gore,murder, etc

one shots

headcannons

character x character (as long as they are already dating)

i will do series depending on what i’m writing for

I will write anything expect for the donts show above

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to the people that do reblog and like my posts it means sm, i love writing and i’m happy to be sharing it!!

submissions are something new i wanna try writing for

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fandoms i can write for;

TWD

COD

creepypasta

MHA

warrior cats (no x reader)

slipknot

korn

marble hornets

high rise invasion

the 100

love joy

wilbursoot

jschlatt

albert (flamingo)

spider man (gotta lmk what spider verse)

nirvana

johnny guilbert

AOT

HTTYD

the 100

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it’s 6am and i haven’t gotten any sleep, so it is possible there’s fandoms i’ve missed but ya know

[cherrycrushes]

the phone is ringing…

welcome!

about me

call me cherry! fem. filipino. bisexual. entp-t. gemini.

interests

i may not agree with any problematic creators or their morals! bridgerton. chuckle sandwich. fallout. hazbin hotel. hevulla boss. the great.

boundaries

read if requesting! i will not write romantic interests that are minors. no scat, feet, wide age gaps, incest, non-con, etc. requests asking for those will not be done. however, i CAN write 18+ when asked.

be aware!

i will try to fulfill a request to the best of my ability! i am sorry if it isn’t what you expect. i will do male readers, but it may not be perfect. :(

anon list

🍴🍰,

masterlist

vox x actress!reader imagine

b. bridgerton x muse!reader x imagine

freeze the picture: lucifer x reader oneshot

cake eating! charlie slimesicle x reader imagine

messy: jschlatt x reader oneshot (18+)

a little help: vox x actress!reader chapter 1

too sweet: jschlatt x reader oneshot

too sweet pt2: jschlatt x reader oneshot

spy!: vox x smart!reader oneshot

too sweet pt3: jschlatt x reader oneshot (18+)

a dream with an artist: b.bridgerton x reader oneshot

striker x celebrity!reader imagine

bodyguard: striker x reader headcanons

(separate) alastor, lucifer, vox, angel, striker x camgirl!reader hcs

theater: vox x actress!reader headcanons

works in progress

siren: alastor x reader oneshot

silly: the ghoul (cooper howard) x reader

a little help: vox x actress! reader chapter 2

have to hang up now! seeya!

[unhonest-iago]

Chuckle Sandwich Fic Masterlist

Blind Bitch Hrs [GN]

Chuckle Sandwich as academia

Incorrect History; Crystals

Fracking…more like sharting [GN]

First Impressions Matter [GN]

Can I have this Dance?; Slimecicle asks y/n to teach him how to dance [GN]

Love Languages [GN]

Everywhere I Go

Because I Care About You; Me infodumping about FOB via x reader fanfiction [GN]

Bouquet; How the Chuckle Sammie boys react to y/n gifting them flowers [GN]

Declare Yourself the Best Writer; Charlie reassures y/n when they doubt their writing abilities [GN]

Soda Pop; Y/n asks Ted to open their soda after struggling [GN]

Alphabet Improv; Victorious AU

Poems; Types of poems Charlie writes y/n [GN]

Working 9 to 5; Ted & Y/n are coworkers. Y/n helps Ted when it comes to slang while Ted helps y/n translate their frustrations into professional lingo. [GN]

Russian Roulette; Jschlatt & Reader play Russian roulette [GN]

Would it be Okay…? [GN]

Stutter; Y/n & Ted talk about Diego Hargreeves’ stutter [GN]

Horns; Bull hybrid Ted in attempts to escape y/n's yandere affections, ends up getting his horns removed [GN]

2 girls 1 cup (sfw); y/n, oblivious, asks Schlatt about a certain nsfw video after hearing about it through the grapevine [GN]

Jambo; Jambo wants to cuddle w/ Reader more than Schlatt [Fem]

Milk and Cookies; sleepy/soft schlatt x reader [Fem]

Knives Out; Reader shows Schlatt their knife collection [GN]

I’m Still Breathing; Ted x Reader + breath play [Fem]

Couple Costumes [Fem]

Your Beauty Never Ever Scared Me; Reader's an Enderdragon hybrid [GN]

My Hero; BNHA au

In a Bind?; The boys find out y/n wore his binder for too long [Male]

Under-dressed Alcoholic

No Shave November; The boys coax y/n into participating in no shave November [Male]

Sm0L; Ted discovers y/n is an age dreamer/regressor when they slip for the first time [Male]

Father Figure; how Chuckle Sammie reacts to finding out y/n sees them as a father/parental figure [GN]

Pained Oblivion; Slimecicle being oblivious to avian hybrid! y/n courting him [GN]

Band; What band instrument I think they'd all play

Out on the Town; Ted takes y/n out on the town, just headcanons revolving around that and 'em being tourists [GN]

Risky Business; Schlatt and Reader recreate the dancing scene from Risky Business [GN]

Little Chef; Ted & regressed reader decide what to do for the day [GN]

Passenger Prince; The chuckle sammie bois as your passenger prince [GN]

Slimecicle x Reader: Getting a Tattoo [GN]

Feverish [GN]

Jschlatt Headcannons

Bed Bugs; Regressed reader falls asleep during car ride w/ Ted [GN]

Rainy Mondays; Charlie & Reader spend a rainy day together [GN]

[acim-ed-ortsac]

Ruler of the End - Chapter 6

Twisted Wonderland x Male Reader

Tenebris had no idea how he ended up having a ‘slumber party’ with his roommates and the two troublesome humans. Ah right, now he remembers. It all started with Deuce and Yuu coming back with the necessary things for the whipped cream. Deuce had looked dispirited for some odd reason, (“He had a shocking revelation that eggs don’t hatch chicks unless they’re fertilized.” Yuu explained when they got back to the dorm. “Ah, did he now?” “Yeah, it was sad but hilarious at the same time.”), before they made the rest of the whipped cream for the next tart was for Riddle. And what of the first tart? That was for taste testing, apparently.

When they had finished, Cater had come bursting through the doors all cheerfully and bright as he marveled at the desserts they made. A few words were said between them, and a few snaps from Cater’s phone before they dug into the made dessert. When Tenebris took his first bite, sweetness exploded into his mouth as the cream slid down smoothly on his tongue. The dragon had to refrain from moaning in ecstasy, How delicious!

A few of them agreed with him. “Delicious!” Ace groaned in joy. Meanwhile, Grim gave a detailed commentary about it, much to the dragon’s amusement as Deuce was amazed, snapped out of his dispirited trance. Yuu was beaming with delight at his side, a reaction that made him smile behind his hand. When he glanced at Trey and Cater, he stopped himself from taking another bite. Trey was taking amusement at their reactions, a satisfied and sheepish smile on his lips as he talked with his orange-haired friend. But it was Cater who caught his attention, while he claimed the tart was delicious as always with a smile, his eyes didn’t seem to light up or show any emotion to show it.

Cater doesn’t seem to show any real enthusiasm beside his loud actions. . .Actually, his actions seemed a little bit forced now that I think about it.

Tenebris just took another bite, stuffing himself before he can ask him about it. It would be rude to point it out when Cater didn’t say anything about the tart. He has seen players in his world express genuine joy and loudness in positive - yet at times destructive - forms. The way they smiled seemed to light up their faces as a whole, the most prominent were Tommy Innit and Tubbo, and at times, Ranboo when the dragon visited.

They were one of the most prominent examples of joy and chaos for Tenebris, and while he didn’t appreciate their violent methods against mobs, he did appreciate the times they left said mobs alone and continued with their play. When they play, they would be joined by other friends like Wilbur and Philza, and at times JSchlatt and Slimecicle. Despite the many deaths they faced, they still somehow retained their usual personalities through their many reincarnations.

So the dragon knew actual joy when he saw it, and Cater isn’t really displaying it right now. 

“Hey, Trey, you should do the thing.” Cater nudged the bespectacled boy, vaguely.

“The thing- Ah, that thing,” Trey said, getting where his friend was at.

The rest of them did not get it as Ace voiced their thoughts “What thing?”

Trey didn’t really answer them as he asked: “What’re your favorite foods?”

Confused, they still relayed their replies. Once all was said, Trey took out his stick. . .Tenebris should really learn what those things are, he doubts they’re sticks that look really pretty. Besides the point, with a swish of an arm that held his long object, sparkles appeared around the tart before they disappeared. The dragon looked at it in confusion until Trey smirked, “Try it again.”

Taking another bite, Tenebrishad dropped his fork in surprise when the taste of the tart changed entirely to something familiar, something delicious, something that he really likes. . .

He looked at Trey with surprise, “Did you just change the flavour of the pie!?”

“He’s right!” Ace cried, mouth stuffed. “It now tastes like cherry pie!”

“It tastes like canned tuna,” Grim took another bite. “- Wait, now it tastes like omurice!”

“What kind of magic did you use!?” Deuce asked, staring at the pie in wonder before looking at Trey.

The bespectacled man chuckled, “It’s just my unique magic, Paint the Roses. It allows me to change the characteristics of something simple as pie for a period of time.”

Tenebris’s eyes widened in awe, Incredible!

“That’s amazing!” Yuu exclaimed.

“Pretty neat, eh?” Cater winked, now eating his piece with fervor. “I bet he’ll be a real hit with the ladies at tea time!”

The dragon couldn’t help but notice the change in their demeanor from before and now Cater. By changing the flavor to his favorite food, which isn't sweet, could it be. . .

Cater doesn’t like sweet food? Tenebris couldn’t help but think.

Well, he couldn’t really ask him right now, the dragon doubts the others picked it up. After that, Ace requested to bunk with them again since the seniors wouldn't let him back in. Tenebris looked at him with a long stare, “Don’t you friends that’ll let you stay for a while?”

“I just got to this school! I don’t know anyone else!”

Deuce pursed his lips, crossing his arms. “But you can’t keep mooching off Yuu and Tenebris.”

“That’s right!” Grim added loudly on his spot at the counter, “You have to pay ten tuna cans if you want to st-“

Tenebris covered the monster’s mouth before he could continue, completely done with the child’s antics. I think Grim is a cub based on his size and attitude. The dragon thought as Grim struggles against the hands that held him, muffled protests were the only coherent thing that could be heard.

Finally, Trey suggested that Deuce stays with them at the dorm to keep an eye out for Ace. Cater wanted to tag along.

“Ooh, I wanna come! I wanna see the newly improved Ramshackle dorm that you keep talking about!”

“As much as I want to see it,” Trey held the back of Cater’s uniform like a mother with an active child. “ Permission denied.”

“Aww, let down.”

This brings Tenebris back to the present, as he sits on the couch and watches them play what he could assume was a card game on the ground. Yuu had taken the opportunity to tie his hair into a ponytail, (“Because it always goes to your face! You could ask me for help when you want to tie it.” were their words.), which cleared the dragon’s vision tremendously. Leaning to place his head on a fist, he watched with amusement at Grim’s frustration with his constant losing. “MWRAAAH! The game is rigged!” he finally shouted, throwing his cards.

“That’s because your face makes it so obvious what your cards are,” Yuu snickered.”

Ace joined in the teasing, “Yeah, you’re really bad at a poker face.” he then added. “Though, Loosey Deucey isn’t any better.”

“HEY!”

Tenebris snorted in amusement before looking at the clock on the wall, “All right, time to sleep.”

That got a lot of protests and whines. “Come on Tene!” Yuu pleaded, “Just one more round!”

“Yeah! I’m this close to winning!” Ace added, trying to add a reason.

Deuce, on the other hand, looked torn between asking for more time or listening to someone older than him. Grim was the loudest protester, “NO! I wanna keep playing! I wanna keep playing!”

The dragon gave them a look that successfully had any protests they had died down to the ground, “The Unbirthday party is tomorrow, on top of that, you still have classes and I have work. So don’t think you can play all night, you’ll never know what kind of monsters might spawn at this time.”

Grimm seemed to stiffen at the word monsters, “I-I’m not scared! Monsters a-are no problem for me!”

“Grim, you’re a monster too.” Ace reminded the cat.

These kids still have that much energy even after the day they had. Ah.

Crossing his arms, Tenebris sighed as he brushed a strand of hair that escaped the ponytail. “I don’t think you can sleep with that much energy,” he then looked at the quartet before joining them on the ground, surprising them. “So, what do you want to play?”

Yuu had beamed at him in excitement, “Do you have a music box or anything that plays music?”

Curious at the specific request, the dragon nodded. “Yes,” Looking into his horde, he found a jukebox with a few music discs. Taking them out, he held a few discs that his hands could hold to Yuu. “Which one do you want to play?”

They pointed at the red disc with a golden inner circle, “This one!”

Pigstep? Tenebris looked at the disc curiously before shrugging and putting it in. The moment it played, a hip-hop beat sounded throughout the dorm. Yu was bouncing on their feet before the music played, and when it did, their feet started to move in a sort of one step forwards and one step back. Their arms seemed to follow along the beat before they brought their hand to the ground and swung their legs.

The dragon blinked in surprise while the other two humans and Grim gawked, “You know how to dance!?” Ace squawked. Deuce attempted to copy Yuu, but his movements only looked awkward and stiff. Grim couldn’t do it because of his stubby arms and legs. Yuu laughed, “I always loved dancing since I was little! I want to be a dancer when I graduate, I don't really care if I was a backup dancer or part of a group.” As they said that, they spun into a one-arm handstand before jumping back on their two feet. Their feet never stopped moving.

Yuu then made a finger gesture to Tenebris to join in, “Come on, Tene! Dance!” However, the dragon was skeptical since he never danced before. Plus, he thinks he might be a person with two left feet if he were to dance. Seeing the expression he made, Yuu pouted before stopping their dancing momentarily to pull the dragon to them. “All you have to do for this beat is this,” They put their right foot in front of the left before turning their toes outwards, they then placed it back before taking a step back with their left before turning their toes outwards again.

Hesitant but willing for their sake, he attempted to copy their movements. It was slower than Yuu’s fast and fluid movements but he was just trying to get the hang of it, don’t judge him. Ace has taken a different style of dancing, one with mostly arm movement while Deuce is trying a dance with leg movement. Grim just looks like he’s flapping his arms in an attempt to dance.

Tenebris had gotten a hang of the dancing, though he was nowhere near as good as Yuu, who was an expert. But by the time he had started to enjoy it, Grim let out a yawn. Then he ushered them to their bed.

*-*

The day of the Unbirthday party was a disaster.

When they had woken up, Cater had come to visit and check on them. Not before gaping at their dorm, (“This is totes magicammable!” he exclaimed, taking multiple pictures of the interior. “What kind of magic turned this dreadful wreck into a mansion!?”

“Someone named Tenebris,” Yuu answered, smugly.

“This is amazing! - by the way, can I take a few pics of this?”

“You’re already doing that.” Grim deadpanned, who’s taken perch on the dragon’s shoulder. Cater made a look of awe at him, “You did this!? This is next level building - Is that prismarine!? And gold!?”).

Ah yes, he was far from unimpressed with their dorm.

After the orange-haired senior picked up his juniors for school, Crowley came in with another task for him to do. Apparently, one of the students from Scarabera? Scarebie? Ah, Scarabia, that’s the name. One of the Scarabia students destroyed one of the fountain statues by accident during a party. The dragon’s pretty sure that student got in trouble or worse, kicked out of the school. Poor guy.

Anyway, after that lovely visit, Tenebris was cleaning the table of the breakfast they ate when a familiar zwip sounded along with a few purple particles. His tail wagged before he turned around and was faced with his nanny, her downturned eyes with thick lashes framed her violet eyes, her long hair tied into a tight braid that went over her shoulder, and her long, limbs towering over everything - including the Dragon in his human form.

Though, he could tower her when he’s in his dragon form.

Besides the point, the dragon grinned in delight at the visit. “Nanny! What a surprise, how’s the End?”

Nanny, her real name Corinth, bowed her head in respect. “The End has been undisturbed so far, my lord. The citizens have been going around in their business, the ender mites have been multiplying the past few months, and your child has been born,” she said in Common, being one of the only endermen to speak the language.

Tenebris, who was arranging his horde, sighed. “Nanny, I told you not to call me my lord last time you visited-“ He balked as the last phrase processed in his head. “Nanny, could you repeat the last part please?”

“Your egg has hatched and a healthy female dragon has been born.”

Then, the weight of the words settled in as his knees almost buckled, whipping to face the female enderman with emotion. “My egg hatched?” He repeated for it to sound real. “And it’s a girl.”

Nanny nodded her head, eyes fond.

The shock worked through his body for an eternity before the weight and meaning of the words settled in.

A sob threatened to escape from his throat, he covered his lips as he tried to control his emotions. The first time in Ender Dragon history, the first time an Ender Dragon child is born while the parent is alive. He never met his parent, only heard stories. For a long time, his species weren’t able to meet their parents because of the way they reproduce. A millennia or more, there were more Ender Dragons and they reproduced through mating, but when their numbers dwindled, to keep their species alive, they had to adapt so when they died, their magic created an egg and they lay it when their body combusted.

The End thought the cycle would continue, death and birth, never meeting their creator. But this time, the cycle is broken. He gets to meet his child.

Gulping the glob of emotions down, he let out a heavy breath. “Is it possible to meet her - or bring her here?”

“If it is possible for us to be here, in another world, then yes. It is possible for her to be here as well.” Nanny replied. “Would you like me to bring her here right now?”

Reluctantly, he shook his head. “Not right now, I’m quite preoccupied. Maybe at another date?”

“Of course, my lord.” 

After his nanny teleported out of this world to take care of his child, Tenebris wiped the incoming tears before they stung his cheeks. “Alright, let’s not get emotional right now. It’s time for work.”

*-*

Scarabia was luxuriously pleasing to the eye.

The dorm was huge with a somewhat stone marble statue of a tall man with a rather big poofy hat and a scepter, buildings surrounding it with their red and gold magnificence, and roofs that curve into a roundish shape. A few creatures, (some were humans and some were hybrid- beast men, he reminded himself.), scurried around in and out of the giant buildings that oddly reminds the dragon of one of the buildings that he has seen from one of the builders. Was it Smallishbeans who made that palace in one of his lives? Or was it another fellow? Tenebris couldn’t remember.

Amidst his gawking, the dragon noticed a young boy walking up to him. When he got close, Tenebris had to refrain from gaping at the boy. For he was very pretty - or maybe beautiful was the right term? His long dark hair with braided strands was tied into a low ponytail with golden clips, his eyes were almond-shaped with eyeliner highlighting his dark grey irises that seemed to enchant the person looking into them, and his skin was brown with a golden tint. Or maybe it was from the sun? His facial structure wasn’t any better with sharp cheekbones and a fine nose, as his body was lithe and lean.

He wore the uniform with a red hoodie instead of a white dress shirt. The young boy then spoke, “You must be the new handyman.” Wow, even his voice was silky and pleasing to the ears. After managing to confirm and introduce himself, the young man introduced himself as Jamil Viper, the vice dorm leader of Scarabia, and led him to where the damage was. “One of our residents’ accidentally destroyed one of the walls during the party last night, probably from the high and excitement,” he explained, walking through the halls of the dorm. Tenebris walked behind him, in awe at the intricate details that were carved and placed on this lavish building. “What happened to this person? I assumed he was kicked out.”

“Surprisingly no,” Jamil replied, eliciting a perplexed noise from the dragon. “Our dorm leader had excused his behavior and covered the payment of the damage.” Then a sigh, “Really, if only Kalim would show a little discipline.”

“Kalim?”

“He’s our dorm leader,” Jamil then stopped, making Tenebris follow. The young man then gestures to his right, where there was a giant hole with lingering debris on where the wall was. It revealed two rooms which the dragon could guess were the kitchen and a bedroom. Tenebris blinked, dumbfounded. “What exactly did he do to do this?”

“Somehow, he thought it was a good idea to show off a highly dangerous spell that he said his brother taught him.” Jamil sighed again, placing a frustrated hand on his head. “I don’t know what he was thinking.”

Tenebris made a noise of sympathy as he patted Jamil’s shoulder before examining the damage. This hole was bigger than the one in Heartslabyul, that reminds him, how’s the party going? Hope it’s going well.

After a few more inspections, Tenebris turned to speak to the pretty young male when another voice called for Jamil. Turning in the direction of the voice, the dragon saw a relatively short boy with short, choppy hair that was the colour of snow, dark skin like Jamil, and large ruby-red eyes. And when he smiled, Tenebris was blinded by how much light and sunshine he practically emitted.

When the boy came closer, he took notice of Tenebris's presence. “Oh! You’re the dragon at the Entrance Ceremony!” he recalled with a smile. “I’m Kalim Al Asim, dorm leader of Scarabia, thanks for coming here to fix our dorm!”

The dragon could only nod as he watched as the boy chatted to Jamil who replied in a subservient yet deadpanned tone. These two are like the sun and moon, literally. . .and Kalim reminds me of Tommy Innit. Less of a potty mouth and more childish sunshine. 

It wasn’t until Kaim’s voice broke his thoughts.

“You know, I thought you were scary before, but now I realize you’re really pretty!”

“. . .Excuse me?”

*-*

After what seemed like a 15 to 30-minute chat with Kalim and Jami, (“Yeah! you’re really pretty!” Kalim said without shame. Jamil seemed bewildered as he chastised Kalim for his naive bluntness. Tenebris had only taken three seconds before responding, “You think? I’m surprised that someone as pretty as you and Jamil would say that.” Both of them flushed red, worrying the dragon. “Are you getting sick?”

“N-no! We’re fine!” Jamil replied rather quickly, pushing the collar of his hoodie higher to hide his lower face.), the both of them left to go to their classes, leaving Tenebris to work. He can only assume that the wall was originally made from something similar to quartz or white stone, but he doesn’t have anything like that as of now. So, picking out a few quartz blocks, he went to work shaping the blocks to fit the hole before cementing them to stick with each other.

He went around doing some trivial jobs as well such as watering the plants, bringing some paperwork to the headmaster, fixing another thing the students broke, make lunch for himself since he was sure Yuu and Grim will eat in the large room with food, fixing another thing, etc. At one point, he decided to visit the library to get a better understanding of the world he was in. Knowing there were to be  students there, he put on one of the clothes the head mage had given him; a purple shirt with a low v-neck ( “Won’t this make someone cold?” Tenebris muttered to himself, pulling at the ridiculously low collar that revealed his man cleavage.) with a pair of loose pants that's cuffed at the ankles, and lastly, a pair of shoes that the dragon thinks are ‘boots.’ Their heels are short too, not the high-heeled ones.

After putting on the clothes, he deemed himself appropriate for the human-like creatures in this school before he sought the library. And he was right when he got there, students of different sizes and shapes muttering to themselves and a few of their peers, some were loitering around the aisles while others were reading on the tables with lamps. His ear appendage flicked in interest as he went to the history aisle, his eyes flitted through the variety of books and their titles, picking the ones that interested him the most. 

At one point, he was about to conclude his search when he heard some grunting from the other side of the bookshelf he was at. He peered at the other side and saw the short redhead with large yet sharp doe eyes, who was on his tip toes and reaching with all his might upwards. Tenebris stared at the young boy for a total of 8 seconds before opening his mouth, “Do you need help?”. The redhead, at the sound of his voice, turned to respond with a furrow on his brow but paused when he caught sight of the dragon. His eyes widened until his eyes were round and his mouth was open in shock, for some reason, and his face suddenly turned to the colour of his hair - again, for some reason.

Tenebris, approached the boy, books in hand, as he looked down at him. “Is the book you’re trying to get too high for you? If so, perhaps I could be of assistance.”

The boy, however, didn’t immediately answer him as he started reprimanding him, “What are you wearing!?” he whispered - or he was whispering but also shouting at the same time. “That attire of yours is… I-inappropriate! I understand that you’re from another dimension and a dragon, but do you have no shame!?”. . .he sounded oddly flustered when he was trying to scold the dragon.

Tenebris’s lips pulled into a frown, “How am I dressing inappropriately? I’m literally wearing clothes?”

“. . . Are you that ignorant?”

“I’m not aware of human customs or their ethics.”

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