#jschlatt x male reader

[sunflowerdaisybee]

Can I request a jschlatt irl x male reader. So, schlatt is obviously really aggressive and doesn't show his soft side. So, can I have a fic where reader walking into his recording room while he is recording and sit on his lap. Reader is tired and sleeps best he is near schlatt. And schlatt immediately goes into soft mode and makes sure he's comfortable. And he continues the video. So for half the video, reader is there on his lap. And fans love thus, because they love schlatts soft side.

There needs to be more wholesome Schlatt content, thank you for this, very much good stuff <3

Summary: Softie Schlatt

Pairing: Schlatt X Reader

Pronouns: He/him

[A/n]: Requests are closed, 400 follower special will be posted soon <3

Schlatt was known for being a sort of aggressive and hard-headed type online, it was simply his online persona. Around you though, he was soft and more relaxed, still funny as hell.

Usually, you wouldn’t bother him when he was streaming, you knew how he was and just didn’t wanna be a pain. Today had been rough though and the only thing you needed was some affection from your boyfriend. So you slipped into some comfy clothes and headed off to his office, letting yourself in.

You didn’t say anything as you lifted his arms and climbed onto his lap, back to the camera and face to him.

“I’m streaming right now.”

“I know.” And that was all he said about it, he really didn’t mind your company. Chat noticed the difference though, he wasn’t as loud and his jokes and comments had toned down a bit. You had nearly fallen asleep on his lap, his occasional head kisses and his large hand rubbing your back really soothed you. The only thing keeping you awake was the fact that he was live, you didn’t wanna fall asleep in front of all the people watching.

As much as you didn’t want to, you ended up falling asleep. You were only there for thirty minutes and were already out like a light, something about Schlatt just had that effect.

Schlatt had noticed before chat that you were asleep, telling chat that he was going to end early because he didn’t want to wake you. He promised them an extra-long stream some other time and shut everything down, carefully picking you up and bringing you to your shared bedroom

He laid down with you, bringing the covers over the both of you.

“I love you, my favorite man in the whole world.”

Taglist: @joyfullymulti @minty-ghast

[slattlicker]

╭﹐✦˚₊· 𖤐 * N I G H T   S H I F T   S P E C I A L ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ ╮ a jschlatt x male!reader one-shot ↳ 2.2k words · sfw · bartender au ╰﹒♡₊˚๑ *✧﹒✦ ࣪ ˖ ┊

✦ written with a male y/n in mind ✦ (but all are welcome to enjoy ♡)

you find the bar by accident. you stay because of him. not just for the drinks, not just for the quiet— but for the way he makes space for you like he was always waiting.

✧ ⊹ · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · ⊹ ✧

you’re tired. jet-lagged. everything outside the bar is too bright, too fast, too foreign. and your brain, still slow from the time difference, trying to remember all the lesson languages you've been taking for years.

the first time you see him, he’s behind the bar, sleeves pushed to the elbows, hand steady on a tap as amber liquid rushes into a glass like it knows where it’s going. the bar smells like burnt citrus and old wood—clean, but not new. lived-in.

“いらっしゃいませ,” he says as you step inside. welcome.

you nod. say nothing. you’re not sure you could, even if you wanted to. your brain’s still stuck somewhere over the pacific, lagging half a beat behind your body. you pick the barstool closest to the far wall and sit.

he watches you for a moment, then sets a glass down on the bar.

“何にしますか?” he asks. what’ll you have?

you try to respond. really. the words are there, somewhere, under the panic curling in your chest and the weight of the move and the loneliness of it all, but they won’t come out.

he tilts his head. studies you.

“you good, man?”

your head jerks up. that—that was english.

“i—yeah,” you breathe. “sorry. just—long day.”

“no sweat.” he leans on the bar, easy. “you want me to keep going in english?”

“…please.”

“no sweat.” he straightens up, pulls a clean glass from the shelf. “you look like you’ve had a shit day.”

you blink. then sigh. “yeah.”

“you new around here?”

“three weeks.”

he whistles. “jet lag still kicking your ass?”

“only when i sleep,” you mutter.

that gets a low chuckle out of him. “well, you’re in luck. i just tapped a new batch—house brew. cold, smooth, and strong enough to take the edge off.”

“house brew?”

“i make it in the back. renovated the place myself. needed something to do with my hands when i first moved here.” he sets the beer down gently in front of you. the foam’s just right. “first one’s on the house.”

“…you sure?”

“you got that look.”

“what look?”

he shrugs, already wiping down the bar again. “like you’re one more night away from crying in the bathroom.”

you blink.

then—laugh. a real one, this time.

he doesn’t say anything else. just gestures to the drink.

you take a sip.

✧

you come back the next night. and the one after that.

it’s not flashy—just quiet. steady. locals linger. tourists drift in. but you keep coming back. maybe because schlatt keeps saving you a seat.

that's your spot now, he says.

he now remembers your usual. greets you like the place doesn’t really open until you show up.

you still don’t know if "schlatt" is a first name, last name, or nickname. he never offers. you don’t ask.

he doesn’t pry either. just pours. listens. tells stories that make you laugh without thinking. sits next to you when it’s slow. his shoulder brushes yours sometimes. he never moves away.

“you really brew all of this yourself?” you ask one night, swirling the last of your drink.

“every batch,” he says. “only way i trust what’s in it.”

“you’re intense,” you murmur.

he shrugs. “if i’m filling your glass,” he murmurs, eyes heavy on yours, “i want to watch you swallow every drop, knowing i made it.”

you cough—half-choke, really. “jesus,” you mutter, wiping your mouth. “warn a guy next time.”

he laughs—loud, rough, and real. leans back on his stool like he didn’t just say the most loaded sentence of the night. “what? i’m just talkin’ about beer.”

you don’t answer.

just lift the glass. tip it back. finish it slow—swallowing every drop.

then set it down. drag your thumb across your lip.

“…like that?”

he freezes for half a second. then grins.

not like before. not cocky. not smug. just…pleased. like he saw what you did, what you meant, and liked that you played along.

he leans forward again, forearms braced on the bar, voice low and just a touch rough.

“yeah,” he says. “just like that.”

✧

you show up with friends this time.

voices already loud from the alley. laughter tumbling in before the door even shuts. you look different—work jacket, leather shoes, but there’s something looser in your shoulders. pink on your cheeks. your smile’s a little crooked, like it’s been earned over a long night of cheap drinks and good company.

schlatt clocks it all from behind the bar. doesn’t say much.

just nods when your group piles in, pulling stools and slapping coins on the wood like they own the place.

he only looks at you when you’re not looking at him.

✧

your work friends trickle out one by one.

train times. early shifts. a girlfriend waiting at home. one guy says he might puke if he has another drink, and that’s as good a reason as any. they clap you on the back, thank schlatt for the beer, file out into the night.

you stay.

slouched forward on the bar, chin in one hand, spinning your glass with the other. your voice is quieter now. not totally slurred. but softened. and your eyes—barely staying open.

schlatt clears a few empties. wipes the counter. then he’s standing across from you, arms folded.

“you good, man?”

you glance up. blink slow.

“you know…i thought only one schlatt was hot…and now there’s two of you…”

schlatt huffs out a laugh through his nose. shakes his head. “jesus.”

you try to sit up straighter, but it just tips you a little too far to one side. your elbow slips. you barely catch yourself.

he’s already around the bar by the time you steady.

“alright,” he mutters, looping an arm around your waist like it’s routine. “time to call it.”

“call what?”

“the night.”

“but i’m—” you hiccup, then grin. “—thriving.”

“you’re barely vertical.”

“i’m…more charming when i’m horizontal.”

schlatt raises an eyebrow at that, already scooping an arm beneath your knees like it’s nothing. “that so?”

you blink, surprised at the sudden lift, hands grabbing instinctively at his hoodie. “wait—woah, what’re you—”

“you wanted horizontal, didn’t you?” he drawls, voice low and just a little amused as he hoists you up against his chest. “i’m just here to deliver.”

"deliver me where?"

schlatt adjusts his grip like you weigh less than the keg he changed earlier. his voice stays even. calm. like he does this all the time.

"upstairs. my place."

your brow furrows. "you live… above the bar?"

"cheaper rent. fewer neighbors." he smirks down at you. "and easier to carry dumbasses who can’t hold their liquor."

"i can hold it," you mumble into his chest. "i haven't even vomited."

schlatt rolls his eyes. "not yet."

you groan, forehead pressing lightly into his collarbone. “if i do, i’m aiming for your shoes.”

“that’s cute,” he mutters. “i’ll make sure to drop you on the stairs.”

you grin against his hoodie. “you’re so nice to me.”

he doesn’t answer. doesn’t need to. his hold stays steady, firm without being rough, one arm under your knees, the other bracing your back.

the stairs creak beneath his weight, but he doesn’t slow down. just gets you to the door at the top, shifts you enough to unlock it, and nudges it open with his foot.

the lights inside are low. warm.

and for a guy who runs a dive bar, schlatt keeps a damn clean apartment.

he kicks the door shut behind him and carries you straight to the bed. it creaks a little under the weight, but the mattress is soft—clean sheets, slightly rumpled, like someone made an effort this morning but didn’t expect company tonight.

schlatt stands beside your prone form, voice even. “alright. arms up.”

you blink at him, then raise your arms like a kid getting dressed for school. he peels off your shirt, careful and efficient.

“christ,” he mutters. “you sweated straight through this.”

“work is hard,” you murmur, eyes half-lidded.

he snorts, and grabs one of his own t-shirts from a half-opened drawer. slips it over your head—soft, oversized, smells like soap and liquor and…him.

you lean into the fabric for a second. take a long, slow inhale like you’re doing it on instinct.

schlatt freezes at the sight.

you sigh, content. “smells good…”

his ears go red.

“alright,” he grumbles. “now pants.”

you don’t move.

so he sighs. “i’m not wrestling you outta denim, man. help me out here.”

somehow, you manage it—kicking your legs a little while he peels your jeans down. he gets them off without too much trouble, averts his eyes at the last second. his cheeks start burning up to match his ears.

then he tosses the jeans aside, stands up too fast, and mutters something like “christ almighty” under his breath.

he turns to go—maybe to grab water, maybe to spare himself—but your hand catches his wrist.

you’re still half-asleep, but your grip’s firm.

“don’t go,” you mumble, pulling gently. “c’mon. bed’s big. warm. actually…cold. warm…you in it…”

he hesitates.

then sighs—and climbs in.

you’re already rolling toward him, face buried in his shoulder, fingers curling in the hem of his borrowed shirt.

“hey, schlatt,” you murmur, low and almost nonsensical. “if i wasn’t so fucked up right now…i’d let you…”

he freezes. mouth half-open about to respond.

but you don’t notice. because you’re already out cold.

just soft breathing, slack jaw, warm breath against his collarbone.

he stares up at the ceiling, heart pounding.

“…fuck."

✧

you wake up slow.

the room’s dim with early light, curtain cracked just enough to catch the edge of morning. your head’s pounding—dull and low, like someone stuffed cotton in your ears and whispered congratulations on your hangover.

the sheets smell like soap. the pillow smells like him.

you sit up.

you’re in someone else’s shirt—soft and big, collar stretched from sleep. and your jeans are missing. you have boxers, thank god. but still. that’s not your shirt. not your room.

then it hits you.

schlatt.

before you can spiral, the smell of something good drifts up from downstairs. warm. savory. comforting.

then his voice, calling up—teasing, singsong, rough with sleep and still somehow smug:

“おはよう、お眠さん!” good morning, sleepyhead!

you blink hard. drag your feet over the side of the bed and call back, groggy: “are you cooking?”

“wow, you figured that out all by yourself?” he yells back.

you shuffle to the stairs, barefoot and disoriented.

the sight that greets you downstairs nearly makes you trip.

schlatt’s behind the bar again, but this time, there's a little portable stove in front of him instead of dirty mugs—his hair is messy, his white tee wrinkled as he focuses on plating up grilled fish, miso soup, rice, and what looks like a soft-boiled egg done perfectly. next to the plate, there's a tiny glass of something light gold.

“おはよう…you made breakfast?”

he shrugs. “you almost died in my bar, and then you stole my bed. seemed like the least i could do.”

you rub your temple, wary. “what’s that?”

“hangover cure. ukon no chikara. turmeric drink. tastes like piss, works like magic.”

he sets the turmeric drink beside the miso soup, then leans in a little—voice low, teasing.

“don’t look at me like that. i could’ve left you face-down in an alley with nothing but your pride and an empty wallet. but no…” his eyes flick down, then up again. “i tucked you in. took your pants off. gave you my favorite shirt.”

you sit, throat dry. “you always this nice to blackout drunks?”

he smirks. steps in close enough to make the countertop feel like a boundary instead of furniture.

“only the cute ones who beg me to crawl into bed with them.”

you nearly choke on your turmeric drink.

he just grins—wide and wolfish—and goes back to flipping the tamagoyaki on the skillet like he didn’t just derail your nervous system.

“eat up,” he says, plating the eggs. “you’ll need the strength.”

you squint at him, still groggy. “strength for what?”

he doesn’t look back—just sets the breakfast in front of you with practiced ease. “you’re spending the day with me.”

“oh yeah?”

“mhm.” he finally turns, resting his weight on one hand against the counter, eyes dragging over you slow. “you don't have work. bar is closed. so, i’m gonna show you around—go see some of my favorite vending machines, go check out a garden, maybe… wear you out a little.”

your stomach flips. “wear me out?”

he shrugs. “city’s big. lotta walking.”

“right…and after?”

schlatt leans in a little, just enough to make you forget about the steam rising off your miso soup. his voice drops.

“after?” he taps a knuckle on the table. “we’ll probably end up right back here. or upstairs…hopefully, anyway.”

you still. he grins.

“try not to be blackout drunk this time, yeah?”

you blink. try to laugh it off. “no promises.”

but he doesn’t laugh.

just watches you, gaze steady. low.

“make one,” he says. quiet. firm. “i want you to remember it.”

you hold his stare. no jokes. no deflection.

just the truth.

“i will, then. i promise,” you say. “i want to remember all of it.”

schlatt’s eyes flicker—just enough for you to catch it. like he didn’t expect you to say that. like he’d braced for the dodge.

but instead of answering, he nods once. slow. like the deal’s been struck.

and then—finally—he turns back to the stove.

“good,” he hums, licking a bit of yolk from his thumb. “i’ve got plans for you, sweetheart—and none of ’em involve rest.”

[sargeteen]

DO I WANNA KNOW? ⟢ jschlatt

YEARNING ^ྀི 𝓳schlatt x 𝓶ale reader. crawling back to you. no matter what happens, they always find each other again, they crawl back to each other. through everything, they always find each other.

AUTHOR’S NOTES ❀ no use of y/n. he/him pronouns for reader. not intended for female readers, not written for female readers. based off of hozier’s cover of do i wanna know? by the arctic monkeys :))

also— sorry i lowkey lied?? i was going to make a smau but then realized i’m horrible at making them so i gave up 👍👍. i feel like i just said words in this so lmk what you guys think 💜💜

HIS PHONE mocked him. He sat on his bathroom floor with his knees tucked into his chest, and his phone had the audacity to mock him. His phone sat face up on the tile floor next to him and it turned on after being closed for hours. The white background lit up the dim bathroom. Through his tears, he looked down at his phone and at the notification that caused it to turn on.

He scoffed a laugh. How ironic?

It was a Twitter notification from Schlatt. He usually waited for a text, and this time was no different. He looked away from his phone and tucked his chin back to his chest.

Even after everything, there was always Schlatt.

They had met a couple of years ago through a friend. They hit it off immediately and became quick close friends. There were times where both wished they were more, but said nothing to do with the fact. They stayed quiet and suffered in silence of their own yearning.

It was probably obvious to everyone else around them. The lingering glances and small sincere smiles. Fans had probably made thousands of edits including clips of the two of them looking at each other with stars in their eyes.

But, then they distanced themselves. Mostly because of his new (now ex) boyfriend who didn’t want him talking to any guy other than him. He had started to become a figment of Schlatt’s imagination. The pictures Schlatt had of him disappeared into his camera roll and only came out when he was feeling nostalgic or was in a horrible mood.

After a year, he broke up with his boyfriend and had a life again. The first person he ran back to was Schlatt. He unblocked his number and sat and waited for Schlatt to text first. His fingernails became unimaginably short during the time it took Schlatt to text him, but the point is that he texted first.

He remembers it vividly. He was in a situation similar to this one; crying while hugging his legs close to his chest after a break up. His phone vibrated with a text and he quickly looked for his phone in the mess of tissues and candy wrappers that collected on his bed in his time of sorrow.

The screen was lit up with a text message notification, one that he would remember for a long time.

schlatt: you okay?

It was so simple and probably wouldn’t mean anything to the normal person, but to him? That caused his walls to come crashing down and for the floods to stop in his heart. It caused hope to come back to his body and life.

A small smile grew on his face as he picked up his phone from his bed. He tapped on the back of his phone case a couple of times before tapping on the notification to open the message. He figured Schlatt saw his post online about the breakup, so he didn’t explain much.

him: not really

That night, they talked for hours over the phone. They didn’t speak of the breakup, only on memories and stories the other has missed in the past year. They caught up on lost time, which caused them to be on call until the early hours, but they didn’t mind. They were happy again, so why would they?

He started to appear in Schlatt’s videos again and their lingering glances started to be called out more by the audience and their friends. They laughed them off, though. They always did and it became a joke to them.

Then, they both got drunk in Schlatt’s living room. He was a talkative drunk while Schlatt was a quiet drunk. A match made in Heaven if you really think about it.

“You know wha’ I fink?” He laid on Schlatt’s couch with his head rested on the arm rest and his feet in Schlatt’s lap, who sat on the other end of the couch. Schlatt didn’t say anything, just looked at him. “I don’t want it to be a joke anymore,” his words were quiet, but Schlatt still surprisingly heard him through his drunken haze.

“What?” Schlatt asked with furrowed brows.

Days after, when he finally remembered what he had confessed, he stopped responding to Schlatt’s messages just out of pure embarrassment. His tweets started to become more scarce too.

It wasn’t until a month later when he finally cracked and responded to Schlatt. He would say it was because he got over it, but in reality, he hated watching Schlatt’s videos and seeing him appear in other videos without him.

Nothing ever came about that conversation and it was never mentioned again. Schlatt says he doesn’t remember the conversation, but he remembers everything from that night, conversation included.

As they got older, they unintentionally distanced themselves. They both got busy with different projects they were working on and it was hard to keep in contact through it all. An occasional interaction on Twitter was the only thing that showed they were still friends.

That's how he ended up drunk on his couch with one of Schlatt's videos playing on his TV. He blinked lazily and tilted his head. The video was of Schlatt drifting in Japan and he was drowned in FOMO. The beer bottle in his hand slowly became emptier and emptier and it soon joined the 4 other empty beer bottles on the coffee table.

"Fuck," he muttered to himself as he drunkenly counted the empty bottles. He ran a hand down his face and groaned. He shut off his TV after the video ended. Then, he stumbled off the couch and through the living room to the bathroom. He held his stomach with his arm and hunched himself over the toilet.

He coughed and groaned. He pushed himself away from the toilet and leaned against the wall. He leaned his head back against the cold wall and closed his eyes. Before he could control himself, tears started to build in his eyes and he pulled his knees close to his chest, hugging himself.

His phone slowly slid out of his pocket and onto the tile ground. The screen lit up. It had been a year and a half since he's personally talked to Schlatt outside of Twitter interactions. He looked down at his phone and, through the tears, he read the notification that caused it to light up.

A small smile grew on his face.

schlatt made a new tweet! schlatt: Might do something stupid.

Even after everything, there was Schlatt. He sighed and scoffed a laugh. After every bad thing in his recent years of life, he has always crawled back to Schlatt and Schlatt has crawled back to him.

He pursed his lips and shook his head. His phone went dark again, but it wasn't long before it lit up again from a text message.

schlatt: hey schlatt: are you okay?

At the end of the day, there was Schlatt. Even if they haven't spoken to each other in years, there was Schlatt who was always there for him in times of sorrow.

He reached down and picked up his phone and opened the message, showing Schlatt that he read the texts. He typed out a response and before he could think about deleting it, he clicked send.

him: not really him: i missed you him: we always come crawling back to each other

He tapped the sides of his phone as he watched the 'delivered' tab under his text become 'read' in a matter of milliseconds. A grey bubble popped up before he knew it.

schlatt: i missed you too schlatt: because at the end of the day there's me and you

A smile grew on his face again, but this time bigger. It didn't quite reach his eyes, but it was prominent and genuine.

They always come crawling back to each other.

[hufflepuffsthunderdome]

Shut Down

Jschlatt x trans masc!reader Summary: Reader feels insecure about his top surgery scars and turns down Schlatt's advances. Anxieties boil over when both are convinced their boyfriend doesn't want them. Warnings: Body image issues, OCD behaviour, self harm/self injury behaviour, skin scratching/picking, body dysmorphia, anxiety, bad communication, fluffy ending A/N: Based on this request by @gavin-isstupid 🫶 I usually don't write and have never written a trans or male reader, given I'm a cis girl, so feedback is very much welcome

His soft, delicate lips leave yours, a breathy laugh hitting your face when his hand comes up to gently swipe the string of spit connecting you. You smile up at him as your eyes flutter open, trailing a delicate hand through his hair as you watch his eyes dart lovingly across your face. "Love you," he murmurs softly as his grip on your upper waist tightens slightly, humming happily when he feels your fingers card through his hair.

You whisper back into the dark room, soft orange glow of the lamp illuminating your boyfriend's features, "I love you too."

Your lips collide again, gentle as you hold each other close, his arms snaking around your frame, yours pulling him closer by his shoulders as you melt against each other. His soft lips drift, breaking away from yours to pepper kisses across your jaw, down your neck, his hold on you tightening when you squirm beneath him. He keeps his lips soft and gentle against your skin, warmth filling his stomach as he fails to fight another breathy chuckle.

His lips trail down, lower, soft and gentle, down your neck, down to your collarbone, gently pulling the collar of your shirt down to reveal more skin to him. You force yourself to stay present, tilting your head back up to the ceiling as you breathe deeply, focusing on the soft warmth of his lips on your skin and trying to ignore their location.

You feel the cool air hit your stomach as your shirt slides up your body, large hands following as the rough pads of Schlatt's fingers explore your skin. You feel the goosebumps that raise on your skin, feeling the dread that settles in below it more, deep in your bones.

He sits up surprised when he feels you scramble under him, furrowed eyes watching you as you wiggle free from his grasp. He lets go of his grip on you, placing his hands limply at his sides as he watches you flop off the bed and dart for the bathroom, "where you going handsome?"

You hear his calls of surprise but don't reply, taking in cool air through your nose as you try to suppress the bile that builds in the back of your throat, your skin burning violently where his hands were. "I'll be back," you manage to force out, shutting the bathroom door behind you as you collapse back against it, covering your face with your hands as you silently scream into them.

Your shirt hangs loose on your shoulders, swallowing you as the fabric seems to grow heavier and heavier, as you become more away of the feeling of it against your skin. You rip it over your head, breath faltering as you throw it across the room and have to come face to face with your bare skin, blunt nails scratching at it as you fight against your feet that walk you over to the mirror.

Your eyes immediately catch on the raised skin under your pecs, wide and long, stretching along to the sides of your body. Your skin feels hot as you stare at them, willing them to vanish before your eyes if you stare hard enough. The more you look the more they pop out, harsh against your skin as your nails again scratch anxious marks against your chest. Maybe if you scratch hard enough your skin will morph to your will, if you press hard enough your firm hands will shape your body the way you want it. Make you broader, flatter, squarer.

The heat of the shower drenches your body as you clasp your hands aggressively together in front of you, forcing yourself to keep them accounted for so they don't start scratching and prodding at your skin again. You force yourself to stay under the hot water, not even washing yourself, just letting the water rinse you, the heat on your skin blossoming to match the anxious heat burning under it's surface.

You look down with a shaky sigh, watching as the hot water turns your chest a red colour, the scars blending in slightly. You let yourself breath out in relief as for a fleeting moment you're able to forget about the lines on your chest you hate so much.

You don't talk about last night the next morning, Schlatt doesn't seemed fazed by it and you'd rather die than bring it up, so you let it rest, going about your day as normal. Until again, it happens in the kitchen at lunch time, the car that evening, the following day on the couch. His lips seek yours out, like a moth to a flame, anytime he sees the opportunity arise, and every time you slink away from him at the first feeling of his firm hands on your bare skin. Escaping from under him and shying away to the bathroom where you can scrub the anxiety off your body.

Until eventually he stops.

He's fairly persistent. He never pressures you into anything, he just lets you out from under him every time you get uncomfortable and doesn't bring it up again. But he is persistent. He doesn't let it faze him for a long while, each rejection, each de-escalation, just seems to fuel him further the next time he lays you down gently in bed and attaches himself to you wherever you'll let him. Until it slowly stops. Kisses become chaste, touches become friendly, the urgency and need vanishing in his touch. He can only handle so much.

He hadn't been doing it intentionally, he hadn't meant to retreat into himself around you, it just seemed to become the norm when he knew what the outcome would be otherwise. He'd release his hold on you and watch you walk off into the bathroom, left to stew in his own anxiety when he'd hear the shower turn on. He didn't wanna push you, the last thing he wanted was to hurt you at all, but this is what boyfriends were meant to do? Love each other like this?

You just mustn't want him.

He couldn't seem to shake that thought loose from his brain, feeling it bounce around violently each time he'd watch you retreat from him. He was trying hard to not let it get to him, not let it effect the way he was around you, but now, every lingering touch or gentle kiss you'd try to return just felt forced. He tried harder for a while, convinced he just wasn't serving you in the way you wanted, he just hadn't figured out yet what made you melt. But each time he'd hear your breath hitch he'd hope he was doing something right, instead watching your face morph with anxiety as you ran away.

He felt like a monster, overwhelming you with affection until you had no choice but to return it until it clearly got too much for you. It made him feel sick, thinking that you were putting on this façade for him, to dull the pain that was bound to rip him apart when you told him you didn't find him attractive, that you just didn't want him. He just couldn't bare it.

So instead, you settled into your new routine. Visiting each other after work, sitting on opposite sides of the couch and watching a movie in silence. Going out on the weekend and getting lunch, chatting casually as you walked around, hands stuffed in your pockets to prevent you from holding hands. Taking separate cars when you'd go see friends, arriving and leaving alone just like everyone else. Both of you destroying yourselves from the inside out with your anxieties.

You both missed each other desperately. A milion miles apart in the same room.

It had been a particularly bad day at work, one of those days where nothing seemed to go right. It seemed like every atom in the universe was telling you to pack it in and go home, traffic, customers, managers, even the way your clothes fit, it was all just wrong. It left you completely exhausted.

You trudge up the stairs to Schlatt's apartment, shutting and locking the door behind you with a content sigh when you kick your boots off. "Hey Jay," you call to your boyfriend, watching him pause his game and turn you with a wide smile as he stands.

"Who's this handsome man huh?" he says with a goofy smile as he opens his arms for you to collapse into, planting a kiss on your head as he placing his hands loosely on your biceps, "breaking into my house?"

You pinch his side playfully as you laugh into his chest, trying to shake off the way you feel him stiffen slightly under you, hands awkwardly on your arms. You focus on just enjoying the feeling of him against you, "work was hell, I just wanted to see you."

He hums softly against your head as he guides you over to the couch, removing his arms from you as he settles you down on it, sitting down with about a person's length in between. He goes to speak, but the words die in his throat when he feels the couch shift as you flop over, your head resting on his lap as you lie down.

"You wanna watch a movie?" he says nervously, hiding the shake of his voice through his thick accent as he gently lifts your head and pushes you to sit up again, reaching for the remote. He can feel your shocked stare on the side of his head as he sits back, crossing one leg over the other in an attempt to guard himself from your touch.

You just stare. Watching as your boyfriend so casually shrugs you off, like he doesn't care about how exhausted you are, how badly you just want him to hold you. Did he really find it that impossible to even pretend to want to touch you?

"Y/N?" he asks when he doesn't get a response, keeping his eyes locked on the TV.

That's when it starts, the trickle of tears that turns to a flood as you push off the couch and stumble to the bathroom. You can hear him calling your name behind you, but they fall on deaf ears as you stumble blindly to the bathroom, tears clouding your vision.

The second the door shuts behind you you're ripping off your clothes, throwing them away as if the fabric itself is burning you. You ignore the knock on the door, breath stuttering as Schlatt calls your name on the other side as you drown it out with the sound of the shower.

He waits patiently for you to answer, concern washing over him as he hears you sobbing inside the bathroom. He keeps knocking, even when he hears the sound of the shower start, wanting desperately to know what's going on.

He lets you have your space for a while, standing guard at the door, heart heavy with anxiety. When he hears your cries turn to all out sobs of pain he can't take it, pushing the door open. "Y/N?" he asks gently, blinking through the cloud of hot steam that's filling the bathroom, "Y/N what's wrong?"

He watches you ignore him, hands aggressively scrubbing your bare body as the water falls around you. He watches as your skin turns an angry red as you scrub it, heart aching as he sees you sob out in pain. Without a second thought he steps into the shower alongside you, still fully clothed, pulling you tightly against him and holding your palms in his as he rocks you.

"You're ok," he coos softly into your hair, turning the temperature of the water down slightly so it's not burning your skin, "you're ok I promise, I've got you."

He stands there and sways with you for a long while, warming your skin with his body instead of the nearly boiling water from the shower, whispering soft words into your hair as he attempts to sooth you.

Your nails dig into your palms as you fight the urge to keep scrubbing at your skin, focusing on the feeling of Schlatt behind you and trying to ignore the need to morph your body to your desire, the fear of being seen like this. He calms you down eventually, moving your exhausted body out of the shower and wrapping you in a towel, helping you slip on some new clothes, doing the same to his own, when you make your way to the bedroom.

His eyes stay locked on the aggressive scratch marks and prints from your fingers along the skin he can see, stomach dropping at the visual sight of your struggles he had no idea about, "do wanna talk about it?"

"I'm sorry I look like this," you blurt out as soon as the question leaves his lips, feeling the barrier of your anxiety break as he opens the floor to let you talk, "I'm sorry I don't look like how I should and that you don't want me, I wish it wasn't like this but I tried to change it and now I have these scars that won't go away and there's nothing I can do about it," you heave out, eyes staying locked on his as he stares at you in surprise. He lets you speak, letting you spout all your anxious thoughts as he listens and tries to take in everything he can.

"That's what you're worried about?" he asks gently when you stop, watching you struggle for a second to catch your breath, "your body?"

You just nod silently as you stare down at the floor embarrassed.

"Your body doesn't make you a man," he reminds you as he reaches out gently to lay his hand on the side of your neck, reading you like a book, "it doesn't make you any less of an incredible friend and brother... and boyfriend."

"I don't wanna feel like this though," you exclaim as you bring your hands up to tug your hair, "I- I wanna like myself-"

"And you will," Schlatt says firmly, pulling you against his chest as his thighs sandwich your body between them, "it just takes time. For everyone, let alone someone who's had to work so hard."

You let out a shaky breath at his words, leaning back against him "they're not some trophy I can wear with pride, they're proof that I have to try so hard to be who I am."

He frowns as he holds you tighter, planting a soft kiss to your head as he rocks with you gently, "they're proof of how hard you've worked. Proof that you're tougher than anything."

"But I'm not tough- I don't feel tough," you stutter out.

"But you will be, I promise you will be."

You sit together for a long while in silence as he holds you, swaying gently as you lean into his body. "Y/N?" he asks gently and you hum, "can I take this off?" He gives you a gentle tug to your shirt and with a shaky breath you nod, preparing yourself for that burning feeling to settle under your skin.

He moves to sit next to you on the bed, gently pulling your shirt over your arms and feeling his breath catch when he gets a good look at you. He was never a sentimental guy, but you, right now, shirtless in the soft glow of the lamp in his bedroom, this was the kinda stuff they write poems about.

“Jesus Christ,” he finally said, his voice rougher than he intended. You flinch away from his gaze, and he curses himself, reaching out a comforting hand before you could shut down. His hands landed warm and firm on your sides, thumbs tracing slow, careful circles over your skin. “I mean—fuck, come on... you’re just perfect.”

You feel your cheeks heat up at his compliment, unable to stop the smile that breaks out on your face. "Like seriously," he says, his thumb shifting up to trace the scars on your chest, "this is what you were worried about? Scared you were too attractive?"

That has a laugh bubbling from your throat as you scoff and nudge him away, mumbling a small shut up as he tackles you to the bed in a hug. He wraps his warm arms around you, lips meeting the newly exposed skin as he peppers soft kisses along anything he can find, "like it kinda makes me sick how good lookin' you are."

You just lay together, wrapped up in each other, laughing together, as the anxiety from the past weeks melts away with each soft kiss he plants on your skin. "I'm sorry," you mumble softly as you thread a finger through his hair, "I didn't mean to push you away."

"I didn't mean to either, I just got in my own head," he mumbles as he settles himself on top of you, head resting gently on your chest as he wraps his arms around you, "we gotta talk to each other next time."

You hum in agreement as you card a hand through his hair, feeling the butterflies erupt in your stomach as his eyes droop shut sleepily, warmth blossoming as he plants a gentle kiss to your scar.

"I don't expect you to go parading around the streets topless if that's not what you want," he says softly against your skin, "but they're nothing to be ashamed of," he shifts slightly so he can look up at you "they don't make me think any less of you, or think you're any less handsome than you are."

You lean down and plant a gentle loving kiss on his lips, pulling away as he speaks again, "even if you're not proud of them," he says, thumb tracing your scar gently, "I am. I'm proud of you."

[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.

[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 !!

─────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────────

↳˗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?"

[silly-slimer]

Sweet Nothings

Gentle!Dom!Schlatt x AFAB!reader x Perv!Ted

nsfw Charlie never left Chuckle Sandwich and Chuckle Sandwich never ended AU (i'm delusional); AFAB reader but no mention of gender; You are dating Schlatt; You and Ted have a frenemies/rivals to lovers vibe(ish); Size Kink; Hand Kink; Gentle!Dom!Schlatt; Praise Kink; Degradation Kink; Ted is a huge fucking pervert; You are needy asf, but what else is new?; male masturbation

Kind of set-up for a part 2 for a Poly!TedSchlatt fic!!!

Word Count: 2,714

18+ mdni <3

Smut Below the Cut

Dating Schlatt has been a breeze. He's the perfect boyfriend, really. A mix of gentlemanly charm and flirtatious energy. He just gets you. You even love all of his friends... except for one. Ted. There isn't anything wrong with Ted, not at all. He's sweet, kind, and even more of a gentleman that Jay. It's just... you never could make yourself like him. Not like you haven't tried, going out of your way to get into photography because you saw he posted something about cameras, watching his favorite movies so you'd have something to talk about, and hanging around him whenever you and Jay were hanging out with Ted and all Jay's other friends. Honestly, you thought you were trying too hard.

In all your trying, you realized something very, very problematic. Ted Nivison is so, so, unbelievably attractive. Honestly, he is exactly your type. You couldn't believe you hadn't ever seen it before that point. His eyes, his hair, his stupid fucking mustache. All of it. Plus, he wasn't exactly a small guy. He was really tall, and large too, larger than you had ever really noticed him to be. His hands were also big, his fingers long and thick. You hadn't noticed it until he handed you your phone when you and Jay were about to leave a party. His hand engulphed the phone, wrapping around the back and the screen with ease, whereas you could normally just barely wrap your entire hand around it. You remember mumbling a thanks to him and your face blushing bright red.

Ever since, Jay had teased you about having a crush on his best friend, which you, obviously, denied. The weird thing was, Jay didn't even seem upset about it. Honestly, he seemed... happy? You had to be reading him wrong, which you rarely did. What other explanation was there?

No matter the reason, you couldn't love Ted, or even like him for that matter. You couldn't let yourself. So you ignored him, most of the time, which was pretty easy. It wasn't like you and Jay lived in LA, you were all the way on the other side of the country.

Until you decided to join your loving boyfriend on a trip to LA for Chuckle Week, an in-person podcast event for Jay, Ted, and Charlie's podcast Chuckle Sandwich. Schlatt had begged you for days leading up to the trip to go with him, saying how much fun it would be, and how much he would miss you, making you give in. You could deal with Ted, ignoring him like normal. Plus, you'd get to hang out with Charlie, which you so rarely got to anymore. Everything would be fine... right?

Now, you are sitting in between Ted and Jay on the booth they have in their podcast set-up, Charlie sitting across from you. Schlatt's arm is around your waist, his thumb rubbing circles on your hip in a comforting way. You were the "Special Guest" for the first episode, and they were getting a deep-dive into who had Jschlatt wrapped around their finger. You had done pretty well, and this wasn't exactly your first time in front of a camera, having been in a vlog or two of Jay's already. You were also big in his fan-base, being a Twitch moderator, and posting updates about Jay and your general life together on twitter, tumblr, and reddit. You even go on stream every once in a while with Jay. That wasn't was was making you flustered, stumbling on your words every so often, your face burning red. It wasn't Jay's comforting hand on your waist either, you were used to that. It was Ted's arm, draped behind you on the back of the booth. It was his fingers, having brushed against your neck, across your shoulders, and every once in a while grazing your right shoulder, sending a tingle up your spine.

Every time you get used to Ted being so close he would brush his fingers against your bare skin, or scoot closer to you, looking down at you with those thoughtful, attentive brown eyes. And you would stumble over your words, like a complete idiot.

Thankfully, after about an hour and a half of recording, the recording ended. You were relieved, you wouldn't have to even be near Ted for at least a little while, and he certainly wouldn't be touching you, flustering you. As you scooted out of the booth, Jay grabbed your hands to help you up, and Ted grabbed your waist, helping you your of the booth. You shuddered, gasping in shock.

"Sorry, Y/N, didn't mean to startle ya, just trying to help you up," Ted apologized, smiling up at you as you locked eyes.

"It's fine, don't worry about it, Ted, just... didn't expect it," You quietly said, nervously chuckling as you began to walk away, pulling Jay with you.

He didn't mean anything by it. He is not flirting with you right in front of your boyfriend and his best friend.

The weird thing was, though, he didn't sound remotely sorry for grabbing your waist, for startling you. He almost sounded... smug?

You were imagining things. You had to be.

"Everything alright, darlin'?" Jay turned you towards him, stopping you in your tracks.

"Uh, yeah! Totally. Just... tired. Can't wait to get to our hotel room and relax, ya know?" You said, convincing yourself as much as you were convincing the man in front of you.

"About that... Ted actually invited us to stay at his place for the week. Y'know, save on a hotel room for a full week. Should've told you, I know, but I didn't think you'd mind..." Jay trailed off, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

You took a deep breath, your mind racing. Not only were you not going to get to go to a hotel and relax, but you were going to have to stay in the same house as Ted. For a week.

"Fuckin' christ Jay, could've told me, yeah? But whatever, it's ok, honest," You said, letting out a sigh.

~~ Later, hanging out in Ted's place bc I don't know how to write a transition and we all know why you're really here~~

You were sitting on Ted's couch, Jay sitting next to you, as you read one of the books you brought for the trip. Ted said he had to go our for a bit, get some groceries and bring back a pizza for dinner. You and Jay were alone, and you could finally relax.

Even so... you were still pent up from earlier. You hadn't had a moment to yourself to... relieve the issue... so you were getting increasingly frustrated. You tried to read, but couldn't focus on the words, staring at the same page for five minutes at a time before you could finally move on to the next one.

It wasn't until Jay moved his hand to your thigh that you realized he was staring at you. You glanced up at him, then back down to his hand on your thigh, inching upwards.

"Jay. We are in the living room, Ted's living room. We can't, at least not here," You muttered, trying to force away the need fogging up your brain.

"He isn't here, is he toots? We got the whole house to ourselves, so no need to worry, but I can stop if you want?" He leaned down, whispering in your ear.

You thought for a moment. How long had Ted been gone? Maybe ten minutes, tops? Plus, even if he shot through the grocery store at lightning speed, he would still have to get through LA traffic before he could get home.

You dropped your book to the floor, not caring about where you left off, and climbed onto Schlatt's lap, "Fuck, fine. Just touch me, Jay, please?" You groaned into his mouth, kissing him as he began to grope your ass through your pants.

You grind down into his lap, causing him to groan into your mouth. He unbuttons your jeans, and you take off your top, throwing it down on the floor. Jay shoves his hand into your pants and into your underwear, teasing your folds.

"Soaked already? I haven't even touched you yet darlin', must be so worked up, huh?" Jay teases.

"Mhm- fuck- yeah so worked up baby," You moan, shoving your face into Jay's neck.

He continues to tease you for a moment, rubbing his fingers through your wet folds, teasing your entrance, before he flips you over onto your back on the couch, forcing you to let out a surprised gasp. He pulls your pants off, throwing them onto the floor next to you. He leans over you, messily kissing your neck and chest, and you wrap your legs around him. His hands glide all over your body, his mouth sucking marks into your neck and collarbone.

"Mm, Jay, we- fuck- should probably go to the bedroom, yeah? Ted will be home any-fuck- minute," You moaned, stumbling over your words and Jay moved further and further down your body, leaving a trail of saliva in his path.

Jay grunts in annoyance, "Such a fuckin' worry wart, aren't ya? He'll be gone for," he lays a kiss to your stomach before continuing, "at least another thirty minutes. But fine, since you won't shut the fuck up about it," Jay teases, grinning as he picks you up, your legs wrapping around his torso.

He walks you to the bedroom, kissing you. He walks in, closing the door with his foot as you both fall onto the guest bed, his bulge, covered by his jeans, grinding against your clothed cunt. You whimper at the friction, needing some sort of relief.

"Such a whiny baby today, aren't ya darlin'? You need my cock, 's that it?" Jay asks, his voice deep and gravelly as he begins to pull off your, now soaked, panties.

You nod, your mind already starting to go blank with need.

Jay stops moving, tutting at you, "Oh come on now, I think we both know I need you to use your words toots. Tell me exactly what you need, or I'm not fucking touching you."

Knowing he's not bluffing, having made that mistake before, you speak up, "Need you, Jay. Need you to fuck me."

Jay smiles down at you, quickly taking off your panties the rest of the way, beginning to unbutton his own, "Good, very good. That wasn't so hard, was it baby? So smart," he trailed off, pulling his pants and boxers down, lining himself up with your core.

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The first thing Ted heard when walking in through his front door was a loud squeaking sound coming from near the bedrooms. He had forgotten his wallet, and had to run all the way home to grab it.

"Guys? Everybody good?" Ted called out, making his way towards the sound.

As he neared the bedrooms, timidly making his way down the hall, he began to hear... other noises. He heard Schlatt's voice, and you and your fucking pornographic moans. He could hear the slapping of Schlatt's balls against your ass as he thrust into you, the wet squelching of your pussy.

His face immediately burned red, his dick hardening in his pants. He quietly walked forward, almost as if under a trance, making his way to the door.

It isn't even closed all the way, it's like they *wanted* me to find them like this.

The door was cracked open a bit, just enough for Ted to get a glimpse of Jay pounding into you, your nails digging into his back. Just enough to hear what he was saying to you.

"You're so fucking pretty darlin', y'know that? And- fuck- you take my dick so fuckin' good. Gonna make you cum so god damn good, ain't that right?" Jay moaned out, his thrusts coming faster and quicker.

Ted's hand made it's way to the barely-concealed hard-on in his pants, almost moaning out at the friction.

Ted quietly swore as you moaned out, "Yes, fuck Jay, I'm gonna come, please let me come!"

Ted unbuttoned his pants, pulling them down *just* enough so he could take out his hard, leaking length, pumping it a few times, gripping the door frame with his other hand.

What they don't know won't hurt them, right? Ted thought to himself, his head cloudy with lust, his hand quickening it's speed as your moans grew louder and higher pitched, Jay's grunts growing louder.

"You gonna take my dick 'till you're so fucked out you can't walk, isn't that right?" Jay grunted.

Ted slowed his pace, his thumb gliding over the bright red, throbbing tip of his cock, causing a shiver down his spine. If you and Jay were any quieter, you might have been able to hear his loud pants and slightly muffled whines.

"Mhm, yeah Jay, fuck don't stop!" You whined, bucking your hips, meeting his thrusts, your thighs burning, Jay's grip on you so tight you knew he'd be leaving bruises.

Ted could feel himself coming undone, all reason as to why he *shouldn't* be doing this having gone out the window, his euphoric high reaching it's peak as he messily thrust his hips into his hand, his tip leaking and dripping all over his hand.

"Yeah? Oh baby I don't plan on stopping. I bet it turns you on, fucking in another man's house, in Ted's house. He could come home any second, isn't that what you said earlier, toots?" Jay's thrusts faltered for a moment before he moved one hand down in between your legs, rubbing circles on your clit, forcing a guttural moan out of your throat. "Oh yeah? Maybe you want to be caught by him, that it baby? You want Ted to see how much of a fucking dirty slut you are f'me? Yeah?"

You nodded in agreement, whining as Jay's hips faltered yet again, a deep groan escaping his lips as he came inside you. He leaned down and kissed you, continuing to rub circles on your clit and quickening his thrusts yet again, focusing on getting you to completion.

Ted couldn't take it any longer, hearing Jay tease you about wanting him to see you both like this, seeing you agree with him, it was too much. Fuck, he hated you for making him feel this way, for making him so desperate he had to fuck his hand while watching you fuck his best friend. God he wished he had the guts to ask you out first. Then maybe he'd be the one making you moan like that.

The thought alone forced him over the edge, causing him to moan out, his cum spilling out over his hand, dripping onto the floor. Whimpers escaped his mouth, and all he could hear were your moans as you came and Jay praising you for being so good.

Ted slumped against the wall next to the bedroom, panting and looking at the mess he had made. His hand, and pants, were dripping in his cum, and there was a small puddle of it on the floor outside of the guest room.

He sighed, realizing he had to clean up before either of you came out of the room. He quickly tucked himself back into his boxers, hissing at the friction against his sensitive length, and pulled up his pants, buttoning them up and wiping his hand on his thigh.

Before he had a chance to grab something to wipe up the floor, the door opened, Jay's head popping out of the opening. Ted froze, his already warm face heating up even further, and pushed his now-sweaty hair out of his eyes, meeting Jay's with fear.

Jay grinned, "You know, you could've just knocked, Teddy. As a guest in your home, I would've gladly shared with you, instead of forcing you to fuck your hand like that. Maybe, I don't know, keep that in mind for next time?"

Jay chuckled to himself and winked at Ted, closing the door.

Ted was shocked that Jay not only knew what he was doing, seemingly the whole time, but was also... okay with it?

Maybe next time he *would* knock.

Fuck, he thought, it's worth a damn try.

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tee hee omg I TOLD yall I would get this out tonight lmao. But seriously I wanted to do so much more for this, but I think it works better in multiple parts and not one huge orgy fest (even though im sure you freaks would love that and so would i).

Anyways, if you actually read this far and do want a pt 2, let me know!!

Also my asks are 100% open and I would LOVE for yall to ask for stuff!!!!

[schlattsdoll]

damn lucky - jschlatt

minors dni

prompt: “you’re lucky you’re hot.”

pairing: schlatt x fem! reader

just a lil drabble!

hanging out with your boyfriend was one of your favorite things. besides the fact you had easy access to all his hoodies and hats to steal, you loved cuddling up with the big man and getting to forget about your problems. when you two were together, it was your own personal nirvana. this time, you were mindlessly watching some show, that schlatt felt the need to keep putting his two cents into.

you groaned at the much larger male, who made another dumb remark. "it's not even funny this time jay." he was too busy cackling at his own joke to respond. "c'mon toots, it was hilarious!" schlatt managed to get out, in between laughs.

"ya know, you're lucky you're hot." you giggled and leaned up to kiss the big man on the cheek. "i'm the luckiest 'cause i have you doll."

sorry it was so short!! my inbox is open so if you enjoyed please drop a request! <3

[sleepyyslumber]

Intro!!

New writer in town??

MINORS DNI

Call me Sleepy or Slumber

He/him/his

I write!!

Mostly for

My Hero Academia

Jschlatt

Slimecicle

John Doe Game

I write strictly x male reader or gender neutral reader (trans male with afab genitals included!!)

I write mostly smut

Things I WILL write for (not limited to)

Headcannons (fluff or smut)

Almost any kink🧍

Age gap

Piss kink

Things I WILL NOT write for

Smut including minor x minor

Feces or poop. To each their own but that’s nasty to me.

Foot fetishes.

These can change.

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Minors. This is a smut blog.

Racists, Homophobia, Transphobia

This blog is a safe space for anyone of any minority.

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((I like specific requests the best but this is NOT A REQUIREMENT))

Btw guys this isn’t just a writing blog, I will be just interacting and having fun too

My fics will be tagged with #sleeping soundly

[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

[melrambles]

hey mel! 💞

if i could tell you how fucking it jarring it was to see not only one of my favorite songs on a jschlatt fic, but also that it was x male reader— but not just any male reader, a trans male reader, and childhood/pre-transition friend schlatt, you wouldn't believe me.

as a fellow trans male! (us brothers must unite) ✊ to see representation is like... wowza. but to see representation for MLM TRANS READER??? non-existent. blip. zilch. nada.

only you and chappell roan are two people i've seen describe the absolute yearning and horror (and i really think the military should recognize being a trans guy liking a cis guy as a type of fighting the war because there's a) do they see me as a man b) do they like men c) would they like a man like me if they do or d) would they like me better if i was still a girl— it's a whirlwind, i don't know your sexuality, but based on that beautiful fic you wrote you've probably felt it. unless you pulled that out your ass. then good for you! i'm scared.)

it was just wow! and i keep saying that but it was actually just like... GOBSMACKING. ugh!!! it described literally like everything i've ever felt. because it would be weird if one of the bros tried to cockblock another bro but it's like no guys i'm actually in love with him haha #homiesexual

i'm getting off topic, but i just wanted to say, i loved your fic. i could possibly write an analytical essay on it. i won't (i do enough of those), but keep the praise in mind! i LOVED it. i can't wait to see what you have next. please don't be afraid of posting, your stuff is amazing 💗

if mel has one fan i'm one, if mel has 100 fans i'm one, if mel has no fans then i am dead ✊

It's 3 am for me and I am literally crying??? I also, sadly, have experienced points a and d (I have d every fucking day) so yeah, unfortunately I know what it's like but WE GOTTA UNITE ❗❗

Also I'm omnisexual (heavily leaning towards men, I know, I know, it's bad guys it's bad but it's only for men on my screen)

I just wanted to say that I haven't been writing for quite a long time and diwk is the first thing I've writen in a while, so the positive response I've gotten on it is literally mind-blowing. I appreciate all of you for even reading it, but leaving your thoughts?? Come here and lemme give you a smooch.

I am very very very glad that you've enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it, I have another idea I have to get around for (spoiler: sillymas related 🤯) but it WILL be out this week!!

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[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

[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]

[aurelaeusgarwood]

“Dear August,”

Jschlatt x Male Reader

Rating: Mature / 18+

Warnings: Mentions of Sexual Themes

(Minors DNI)

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

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.

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

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.

[l0cked0uttt]

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.

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