#jschlatt x reader smut

[croworro]

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

Accidental Confessions

Pairing: Jschlatt x fem!reader

Word count: 1k

Warnings: none really

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[Chat]:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why me?”

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

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

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

[Chat]:

• “I CAN’T WITH THESE TWO.”

• “Lisa’s shaking right now.”

• “Schlatt’s laugh gives me life.”

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

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

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

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

“You are the worst teammate,” you said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The chat went wild:

[Chat]:

• “WAIT WHAT DID SHE SAY???”

• “CONFESS CONFESS CONFESS.”

• “Schlatt, stop bullying her, omg.”

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

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

Schlatt: Call me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Another game?” he repeated, sounding surprised.

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

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

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

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

[pequins]

schlatt confirming ‘toots’ is his go-to pet name has made my week

schlatt writers abt to go crazy

[renranram]

massive age gap schlatt hcs!

• let's say reader is 19 and schlatt's 34

• they met when reader was still 18 and schlatt was 33, the two met on reader's university because schlatt is her friend's uncle

• got along fastly

• when i say massive age gap i also meant massive, and i mean MASSIVE size difference

• would call reader doll, baby, little one

• schlatt felt it was immorally wrong to flirt with a girl half his age but went along with reader

• would rest his jaw on top of her head in a way to tease her

• would be very protective of her when talking to another boy as same age as her

• snatching you away, hugging you infront of the boy, being clingy and touchy just to show him you're his

• he wouldn't tell you, but he'll overthink and be a little insecure but reader would always reassure him that she's all his

• and during sex, he would be very VERY gentle with her, his hands on her hips, slowly guiding her with his thrusts

• calling him pretty and showering her with kisses

• " fuck, is this okay? am i not hurting you? feels good hm? "

• " baby, you're so fucking pretty, holy shit, so fucking beautiful "

• and during aftercare, he'd spoil you, bathing you, feeding you, buying you immediately what you wanted

a/n ; feel free to send any requests :3!

[kinaslie]

YALL WHAT IF I PASSED AWAY

[ohbabydollie]

flashing schlatt mid argument.

omg that’s crazy

you and schlatt had been bickering for a few minutes now, over something probably stupid, but with all the stress you two had been dealing with lately, it just seemed to be the breaking point.

you had started to feel bad about arguing in the first place, now feeling dumb about doing so, that’s when you decided to bring the argument to a halt.

you had suddenly thought of something so fool proof, it had to work.

you just had to move quick with it, taking a quick second to step back as schlatt is scolding you, feeling a small grin tug at your lips.

“what the fuck are ya so smiley for?” he asks angrily

you don’t respond, instead quickly lifting your shirt up, giving him a few moments to stand there frozen as he takes in what happened before making a run for the opened door.

“wait!” he calls out running after you, “I’ll stop arguin’ jus’ give me another view”

who tf wrote that???

[squinch-depraved]

i feel like schlatt is obsessssseed (if not fetishistic) with eye contact when he’s fucking. just have a gut feeling.

yeahh,, he's the type to stop moving when you look away and like grips your face and holds it so you have to look at him and those gorgeous brown eyes just like pierce straight thru you i know it,, fuck gonna use this in a fic thank u mwah

[pray4saint]

saint, my beloved. i just want to share some brainrot with you so i'm not alone with this.

schlatt pushes his hands down into the center of your back, pushing you to arch even further. subconsciously burying your head into the comfort of the bedding, his voice brings you back. "no, sweetheart, look in the mirror so you can see how pretty you are whilst i fuck you," schlatt spoke, voice airy and low.

now raising your head, eyes falling upon your reflection in the mirror. schlatt's large stature towering behind you, the slickness of his sweat causing his skin to glisten under the dim lighting. the tip of his cock playing with your wet entrace before desperately thrusting in, his hands eagerly grabbing at your sides. "thats it, there's my pretty girl," he smirks darkly, his pelvis clashing with your bare ass as he finds his rhythm again, watching your face relax with pleasure; biting at your lips trying to subdue your moans.

"you take me so well angel, doin' such a good job." schlatt continued to tease in the form of breathy exhales, unable to take his eyes off of your reflection. watching how despite your best efforts to watch yourself take him in, your eyes would subconsciously drift back as he filled you with his length.

kiss me?? marry me even?? schlatt + mirror is so motherfuckin real.

like GOD i just know he likes making you watch yourself become a mess in the mirror. loves loves loves seeing you struggle to keep your head up.

so basically i need him badly, i need him biblically.

[hufflepuffsthunderdome]

Flustered

Jschlatt x afab!reader Summary: Schlatt can't handle the teasing smirks and lingering touches. Every touch sends his blood rushing and he can't stop thinking about you. Warnings: M!masturbating, Schlatt pining teasing, dirty thoughts, kinda objectifying of reader, sub!Schlatt vibes, swearing, public A/N: Part 2 is here now!

"Hey big guy," you all but purr as you saunter through the doors to the studio with Ted trailing behind you, backpack hung low on your back, hands in your hoodie pocket as you smirk up at Jay.

He stands abruptly when he hears your voice, his heart stuttering as he smooths his shirt down, watching you walk in with that cool confidence you always hold yourself with. You have a mix between a smirk, a smile and a pout on your shiny lips that has Schlatt licking his own as he watches you glide over to him

"H-hey," he stutters out, feeling the flush rise up his neck as you stand on your tip toes, reaching your arms up and wrapping them around his neck to pull him down for a hug. He feels himself melt into you as he puts his arms around your waist, struggling to stop himself from clinging onto you as he's hit with the smell of your sweet perfume.

You plant a friendly kiss on his cheek, a light pink, sparkly stain left in it's place as he feels you smile against his cheek as you pull away, "how've you been?" you ask sweetly as you pull away, your hands trailing casually down his shoulder as you step back and smile up at him.

He nods for a while, way too long, as he just stares at you before he finds his voice, "yeah, good yeah, no good, good."

You laugh softly as your arms shift to his biceps, gasping softly when you give them a squeeze, "damn Schlatt, you been working out?" you ask as you raise an eyebrow at him as your lips part in a teasing smile.

He blushes hard, subtly flexing his arm in a way he hopes won't be too obvious, "a bit yeah," for you, he stops himself from saying.

"It'ss a good look," you say as you grin up at him, pushing your tongue into the side of your cheek in a way that has Schlatt's breath catching in his throat, his thoughts drifting as he stares at your parted lips, "how much are you lifting?"

"A bit," he shrugs coyly, as he forces himself to look away, "could lift you easily I reckon," he says, not really thinking about the words coming out of his mouth until he's said it.

"Go on then," Ted challenges with a sly smirk from where he's positioned himself behind the desk.

"What?" Schlatt asks, his brain catching up as he watches your eyes light up at Ted's challenge.

"Pick her up," he echoes as he leans back in his chair, arms crossed, laughing to himself at how flustered Schlatt is.

Schlatt wants to walk over there and deck him right now for even suggesting such a thing, but you're already popping your backpack on the couch as you smile happily, "we should do that thing the tik tok girlies are doing," you grin as you scroll through your phone, "the Sabrina carpenter song."

"I don't know that one," Schlatt says as he watches you, hoping he'll be able to escape this.

"It's easy," you say as you smile at him sweetly, waving Ted over and handing him your phone to film. You walk up to Schlatt and stand in front of him, back to him, so close he swears you can hear his heartbeat. You grin back up at him as you take his hands and place them firmly on your waist. He has to look up at the ceiling and take a deep breath to stop himself from thinking about how mcuh his hands dwarf your body. You explain it to him, and he barely listens, taking in something about picking you up when the song says something about tall guys.

You giggle excitedly as you nod at Ted, placing your hands over Schlatt's on your waist as the song starts to play. "Now," you say as you grin at the camera, and Schlatt takes a shaky breath as his grip on you tightens, hoisting you up and placing you easily on his broad shoulder. You squeal excitedly as you throw your head back and laugh, tucking your legs under Schlatt's arm and behind his back to hold yourself in place, clapping happily. Schlatt lets out a hearty laugh as he hears your excitement, his hand sinking into the soft flesh of your thigh in a way that makes him drool.

"Damn Schlatt," you laugh as you swing your legs, "I'll let you really toss me around next time."

The podcast goes great, as it always does when the guys invite you on, but it was one of the rare chances you got to see them all so there was no way you were going to leave so quickly. You had helped the guys pack up their gear, tossing it absent mindedly into Ted's, now full, truck, with plans being made for dinner.

"We'll call an uber," Schlatt says next to you as you look at the single seat left that's not being taken up by gear.

"Don't be stupid just get in dude," Ted says as him and tucker jump in the front too seats, "Y/N's tiny, she can sit on your lap."

He stiffens at the idea, eyes widening as he feels you look up at him from his side, arm brushing against his to get his attention, "unless you wanna be on top," you say as you grin sweetly up at him, tongue darting out to wet your bottom lip as his breath catches in his throat, "but I reckon you’re too big for me to mange.”

He's not sure if you said it intentionally, but it sends a chill down his spine, as his mind drifts. Thoughts of you spread out seductively, fully on display for him as you say the words breathlessly distracting him as he stares at you.

You notice his continued stiffness as he stares down at you, and your expression softens, "hey," you say as you reach out to touch his arm, "I can sit on the floor, I don't mind"

"Oh no can do," Tucker calls out as he ducks his head out the window, "there's a giant fucking hole in the floor."

"Your car is a fucking death trap dude," Schlatt groans at Ted as he takes a deep breath and moves towards the car, "come on darlin'," he says, the blush deepening on his face as the nickname slips out, "it's not a long drive."

You settle onto Schlatt's lap and he rests one hand on the seat next to him, the other gripping the hand rest tight as he fights the overwhelming desire to hold onto you and pull you closer to him. Your hair brushes against his neck every now and again as the car moves, giving him a smell of your sweet shampoo as his eyes flutter shut briefly. The car's horrible suspension is doing him no favours, as he bites his lip to fight his groan every time you jostle in his lap.

Your jumper is baggy on you, but bunched up around your waist as you sit down, giving him a perfect view of your ass pressed against his lap. Your soft hips and round ass settle on his thighs perfectly as you lean forward, trying to reduce the amount you're sitting directly on him, but just showing yourself off in the process. If he wanted to, he could slip his hand under your short, tight dress and Ted and Tucker would be none the wiser. He could slip his hand up your thigh, and completely cover the soft globe of your ass with his hand. He could slip his hand around your thigh, between your legs, cupping your mound in his firm palm. He could easily touch you, feel the fabric of your panties getting wet as he man handles you, feeling the lace of your panties - no, satin.

The car lurches around the corner and Schlatt brings one hand down to grip your hip tightly when he feels you slipping off his lap, the other hand going up to his mouth where he bites his knuckles to stop the moan that threatens to spill out as your hips grind back against his hard cock. He prays you can't feel it.

"Jesus Christ," he groans quietly as he bites down on his lip, hand fisted tightly around his cock as he strokes himself hard and fast. He had all but sprinted into the restaurant the second you got off his lap, yelling something about you guys getting a table as he dashed inside and into the bathroom. The second the stall door was locked behind him he was clambering to undo his belt, just enough to pull his cock out as he immediately started stroking his length.

He was rock hard, so close to finishing already from how good you had felt pressed up against him in the car, the image of his hands around your waist as your ass pressed into his lap fresh in his mind. He releases his cock for just a second, spitting on his hand to lube himself up as he strokes himself urgently.

He bites back a groan as he tips his head back against the wall, breathing short and ragged as he imagines how good it would feel to actually be inside you. He'd sit there and let you sit that pretty ass back onto his lap, sinking your pussy down on his cock as you rode him.

A harsh bang on the door of the bathroom causes him to jump, hissing as he grips down harshly on his cock still in his hand. "Hurry up in there man," an impatient voice calls out as he fumbles around to get himself back in his pants.

He's blushing red hot as he leaves the bathroom, brushing past the man as he does, grumbling about learning some fucking patience as he makes his way through the restaurant, to where he sees Ted's head poking over a booth.

He slots in next to him, across from you, heart fluttering as he watches your concentrated face read the menu. You chew your lip gently as your brows furrow as you decide what you want, he picks up his own menu to stop the overwhelming urge he feels to reach over and gently tug it free from your teeth.

The conversation is light and easy as it always is when the four of you get together, conversation flowing as you all eat and catch up, without the camera's rolling. Schlatt can't help the guilt he feels at his own internal struggle, feeling his cock twitch in his pants every time you so much as breath too heavy.

The way you throw your head back and laugh, your pretty nail extensions wrapped around your glass, your sweet, concerned stare every time you notice he's zoned out and is staring blankly at you. It's all too much.

Fuck that guy, couldn't wait 5 minutes before banging on the door.

"Let's get a photo," you say sweetly as you smile over at him and Ted, turning to look at Tucker who nods beside you, "I'll flag down a waitress."

"Nah it's fine," Ted says as he reaches over for your phone, "I'll take it."

He takes your phone from you and swivels in the booth, back facing you and tucker as he holds his hand out to take the selfie, kinda awkwardly moving around to attempt to get you all in the shot. "Go sit next to Y/N, Schlatt," he says as he zooms the photo in a bit, "I can't see you."

Schlatt shuffles over to the other side of the booth, squeezing his large frame in beside you as the three of you squish up against each other for the photo. He sees you beam at the camera next to him, shifting forward so him and Tucker aren't crushing you as much, casually resting a hand on his thigh to be more comfortable.

He forces his body to stay relaxed at the light touch of your hand to his outer thigh, willing himself to just smile and look normal. He ignores the warmth he can feel, or thinks he can feel, through his jeans as he stops himself from thinking how good it would feel if your hand just drifted over more.

Ted take the photos and nods happily at them as he looks them over, sliding the phone back across the table to you, as he tells you to go through them. You're not sure if it was you or Ted, you think it must've been Ted given where he's sitting, but the jug of water that was sat calmly on the table, goes tipping over and tumbling to the floor at your feet, it's contents now drenching your chest, stomach and lap.

The boys all frantically stand up to help clean up as you just sit there shocked, Ted scrambling to attempt to catch the jug, while Tucker is immediately on the hunt for napkins. Schlatt however just stands there, staring at you.

The water has saturated the jumper you were wearing, the fabric now wet and clinging to your chest underneath it in a way he can't help but stare at. It leaves little to the imagination as it hugs the globes of your tits under it, begging him to reach out and grasp one in his hand.

You let out a huff of a laugh as you watch Tucker fling napkins at you to pat yourself dry, choosing instead to just pull the soaked jumper off and hang it on the booth behind you. You seemed to move in slow motion, pulling the jumper off as you smiled up at Ted as he apologised again, shaking your hair out when your head's free from the hoodie.

He's actually gawking now, open mouth staring as you sit there in just your dress, still a bit damp but not nearly as bad. It hugs your body like a second skin, a cute little light blue thing that has him thinking anything but innocent thoughts. His cock twitches in his pants as he wants to get on his knees right now and beg you to keep going, desperate to get just a flash more of your skin.

He's so fucked.

He had insisted on getting an uber back to his hotel, he couldn't handle another trip with you on his lap like that. It had been torturously long, his cock straining against his pants as he nearly ran through the lobby into the elevator, shedding his clothes the second the door shut behind him.

"Holy fuck," a whimper escaped his lips as he gripped his phone tightly, eyes glued to the screen as the light lit up his face in the dark room. His body was vibrating with pleasure as he stroked his cock, slick with lube as he tugged himself up and down in firm, long strokes.

He was a year deep in your Instagram, a dangerous place for him to be when he was this worked up for you, but god he just couldn't help himself. It was his favourite picture of you, the third image deep in a carousel of you and your friends at the beach. You were wearing a bikini that left so little to the imagination it made him fucking drool to get his mouth on you. You were crouched down, squatting, as you gazed down at the camera, domineering, predatory. God he would fucking kill to have you look at him like that.

"P-please," a shaky moan escapes his lips as he speeds up, increasing the pressure on his thick cock as he runs his slick hands from base to tip, hips stuttering as they chase his hand each time it moves back up. He feels drool leak from his mouth as he stares open mouthed, in awe at your pictures, letting it run down his chin and drip down his neck, not willing to look away from your photo for even a second.

Your gorgeous thighs on full display, he can almost feel them still under his palm where he picked you up earlier. He wants to suffocate between them, feel them clench around his head as you sit on his face, rocking your hips back and forth on him as he runs his tongue through your folds. Fuck he can imagine how good you'd taste, his eyes fluttering shut as he drops the phone onto the bed, another moan ripping from his lips.

He wants to feel you everywhere, your nails running down his soft stomach, your legs on either side of his, your wet pussy rubbing on his cock. He wouldn't even care if he never got to fuck you, just the feeling of your skin against his would be enough.

Just the thought is enough to have him throwing his head back as he yells your name, large hand pumping his thick cock rapidly as his hips stutter in pleasure. "Oh god yes," he groans as he pushes his head back into the pillow, white hot pleasure ripping through his stomach as he cums all up his torso and down his hand.

He lazily pumps his cock as he reaches blindly for his phone, his hand moving languidly as he works himself through his orgasm, eyes opening slowly to get one last look at you.

His eyes snap open and his hand leaves his cock as he sits up abruptly, staring in horror at the photo he's been jacking off to. A year old, buried deep in your Instagram. Was that like already there?

He’s freaking out about it for the rest of the week hoping to god that you didn’t notice. There’s a justifiable reason for liking a post that old isn’t there? He was drunk, or high maybe? It popped up in his feed randomly?

Fuck this was the end of him.

He had been refreshing your socials and chats with him religiously since the incident, as he has dubbed it, wanting to know if you say anything at all that means you know. He prays you’ll be merciful and save his embarrassment.

He’s filming the next Chuckle episode with Ted and Tucker, but they can all tell he’s a million miles away. He blames it on being tired from Chuckle week when Ted asks, but the blush on his face and the way his eyes dart over to his second screen every few seconds give him away.

When the new Instagram photo from you pops up he physically fumbles with his shaker cup, hearing it clamber to the floor as he tries to hide his nerves and focus on Ted.

It’s no use though, he has to look. His mouth runs dry as his eyes lock onto the picture of you, another bikini pick, that same bikini, clearly taken in a studio somewhere. You’re leaning back against a wall, legs outstretched in front of you, eyes gazing up, half lidded, as the camera leans over you, a seductive smirk on your face. Fuck it’s like you’re staring right up at him.

“I see you lurking, don’t be shy," the caption reads. Oh god he’s so fucked.

“Jesus Jambo,” he stutters out in his best attempt at sounding fake angry, “shit guys I’ll be back, fuck sorry gotta sort this out.” Before Ted can get a word in he’s leaving the call, fumbling with his pants as he turns his webcam off.

He hisses when the cold air hits his hard cock, immediately spitting on his large palm and wrapping it around himself. He pushes down the anxiety he feels at doing this so close to his webcam, he’s too desperate to care. He stares at your picture as he strokes his cock hard and fast, he hasn’t got long, he has to get back to recording. God you look so enticing like this, thick thighs on display, tits hugged by the flimsy fabric of your bikini top. Fuck he wants to get his moth all over you. He wants to kneel between your thighs, hoist you up against that wall as he runs his tongue all over you. He wants to make you drip for him, he’d die happy if he got you even as half as hot as you get him.

The sound of a discord call rips through his headphones and he silently curses Ted as he stills his hand on his cock. He opens his eyes wirh a heaving breathe only for it to catch again when he sees your picture on his screen. You’re calling him.

Oh fuck.

He answers it with shaky hands, brain hazy as he forgets about his cock, exposed ans rock hard as he scoots into the desk to hide it from you.

“Hey there handsome,” you beam when you see his face pop up, flushed and sweaty. Bingo.

"H-hey," he stutters back, stomach clenching as you grin at him, "what’s up?"

"Not much," you shrug, chewing your lip to hide your smirk, "just been posting some photos, did you see them?"

Your innocent question and big eyes staring into him through the camera makes his cock drip precum, twitching for his attention as he shakes his head.

"No?" You hum as you look away briefly, hiding a small laugh as you rub your thumb over your lower lip, "well I’m sure you’ll like them."

He just nods, dumbly, obediently almost. He can’t form words, too busy thinking about your pretty lips and how much he’d kill to feel them against his own. He’d lay there and let you use him for hours for even a second of them stretched around his cock.

"Listen," you purr, interrupting his dirty thoughts, "are you free next Tuesday?"

He shakes his head as his brain fires back up at the question, focusing back on you, "Tuesday?" You nod as you type away at your computer, “uh I think so? Why?” He asks.

"I’m gonna be in New York," you hum as you turn back to face him, your teasing cascade dropping for a second as you smile, almost shyly at him, “It would be really nice to see you… just you.”

[schlattsgun]

because i’m insane, thinking about schlatt putting me in a chokehold while fucking from behind :3

MDNI 18+

cw: roughness, PiV, choking, afab!reader, lmk if i missed any!

you’re settled on the bed, face down in the prone bone position. his cock teases your wet pussy with a couple swipes that drive you mad.

“just put it in already jay, please.” you let out as he continues to tease you.

“alright, if you say so, toots.” he smirks as he starts pushing himself into you, his cock breaching your hole. you let out a loud whine, whispering his name over and over. please, fuck. please jay! oh my god!

schlatt continues to thrust into you at a reasonable pace, you push your hips back into his, signalling that you want more.

schlatt chuckles darkly as his hands move from your waist to one by your side, the other holds your neck. “you want more? i’ll give you more.” he grins as he pulls you up by his arm, leaving your neck held in his elbow. schlatt lowers himself to your ear, whispering, “if at any time you want to stop, tap my arm 3 times. okay?” you nod, as if that would work for him. he gives your ass a harsh slap, “c’mon toots. verbally.”

“yes, jay.”

“being so good for me.”

and with that, he lifts your neck into a choke hold. he has you leaning against his chest, while he’s still fucking you. you didn’t know you were this flexible.

silent whimpers and moans fall from your mouth, holding onto his arm that strangled your throat. you can hear the vulgar sounds of skin against skin, wet sounds from your cunt being absolutely fucked by him.

“hear that? you like being fucked like this, huh?”

with a red face, you nod, gripping his arms for dear life. you’re panting as he fucks you through your first orgasm, of the night.

-

real quick lil something i wrote on my break, i literally can’t stop thinking abt that position FR ‼️

inspo from fucking around and trying different positions :3 it’s fun!

requests and inbox always open!

[exactlymaximumgarden]

no thoughts, just hotel room sex with lowkey cocky schlatt <3 inspired by this image a little bit ngl. also bc it makes me go feral LOL. nsfw under the cut.

it's been a long day. schlatt brought you along with him on his trip to japan, and of course, this whole first day has mainly consisted of sitting in an airport, sitting on a plane, sitting in another airport, and trying to regain your bearings as you gradually work to acclimate to the new country, all of which is par for the course for such a trip. you're just lucky schlatt has been here before and seems to know what he's doing.

however, you're exhausted. you need some release. and he is more than willing to give it to you.

the hotel room lights are dimmed since it's later on in the evening. schlatt lays beneath you on the couch, his large and calloused hands firmly planted on your hips as you sit perched on his lap. your naked body is illuminated by the moonlight pouring in through the windows while schlatt's shorts and boxers are slid down to his ankles and his hoodie slightly pulled upwards on his stomach. the prick.

your hips roll furiously against his, his cock repeatedly hitting that perfect spot within you. a string of soft moans spills from your lips, your head tilted back in ecstasy. schlatt's got a hazy look in his eye, and a smug smirk tugs at his mouth. the more your movements speed up, the more you chase your climax, the lighter his grip on your hips becomes.

he doesn't even have to do the work. he'd much rather watch you unravel above him.

this change in his grip does not go unnoticed. you emit a high-pitched whimper of frustration, gazing down at him with half-lidded eyes and a pout. "hold me," you quietly beg, barely able to form coherent sentences longer than a few words. "can't feel you..."

"can't feel me?" his voice comes out more gruff than intended. "lemme fix that for ya, huh, toots?"

he barely gives you any time to react before his hands are back on you, holding you in place hovering above his hips as he begins to thrust upward. it's quick, the way he switches. his quiet breaths and groans from before turn into frenzied grunts as he snaps up into you. your moans only increase in pitch and volume, and you have to fight to keep your voice down out of fear of other neighboring guests hearing you.

it isn't long before your high washes over you, your body wracked with pleasure as you release all over schlatt. he follows soon after, his already sloppy thrusts declining in consistency and strength before he comes to a stuttering halt. you can practically feel his cum painting your insides.

"felt me now?"

[schluttandco]

𝖶𝗁𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖥𝖾𝗋𝗋𝖺𝗋𝗂˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Highschool!Schlatt x Reader ༉‧₊˚. PREVIEW

Hey! I wrote this twenty chapter fic like 6 months ago and now I'm reworking it⋆.ೃ࿔*:･I am like totally new to Tumblr and this concept genuinely keeps me up at night.

Reader and Schlatt are both eighteen, eventual smut, angst always.

The schools star baseball player and virgin Schlatt can't help but befriend the grunge girl with no friends who has a bit of a reputation.

Schlatt was leant back in his gaming chair, fingers lazily moving over the controller of his Playstation as he focused on the game of Call of Duty in front of him. A great use of his allowance. The noise of something banging against his window drew him out of his technology driven haze, pausing the game to throw open his curtains. His eyes widened slightly at the sight of you, clinging to the trellis that ran the length of his house, a grin painted on your face as you motion for him to open the window.

"Hey there..." You say, with an air of faux casualness. "You come here often?" Schlatt shakes his head at the sight, yout chipped black nails clinging to the wood like an insane person, giving him a stupid grin that made the skin of his palms sweat.

"Ha ha, very funny doll..." He says, with a small huff of laughter. "You're going to break a bone or somethin'." Your face peels into a smirk at that, rolling your eyes at him.

"Wanna go get drunk?" You ask, gesturing to the vodka bottle poking out of the top of your denim shorts. He lets out a small groan, which turns into a nod.

"When don't I wanna get drunk?"

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

After scaling the trellis with practised ease, the two of you fall into step with each other. The evening air is cold as you make your way to the small wooden area at the edge of Schlatt's neighbourhood. You settle in the slightly dingy den, which you built in freshman year. It's not much: just a few big sticks tied together with rope, but it was secluded and a good place to get drunk away from the eyes of parents or kids from the neighbourhood.

"You stole the vodka, didn't you?" Schlatt asks, slightly amused as you sit cross legged opposite each other.

"Obviously." You reply with a small smirk, twisting off the cap, taking a swig and then passing him the bottle. "How'd it go after the game?" Schlatt considers the question, taking a sip from the bottle with a small wince.

"Same as every other game, I guess..." He shrugs, passing the bottle back to you.

"Get with Kelsey?" You say, wiggling your eyebrows, taking another sip and sticking out your tongue in disgust. "I overheard her talking about you." He rolls his eyes at that, shaking his head as he lets his back rest against the sticks of the den.

"Nah... she was all over me after the game but I..." He trails off, unable to meet your gaze properly, his fingers playing with the dirt below him. "I ditched her. I guess."

"Still a virgin then?" You grin, passing him the bottle as you place your satchel bag onto the ground in front of you, pulling out a tube containing a joint, taking a moment to fish out the lighter from the bottom.

"Says the one that keeps sleeping with half the seniors in the school." Schlatt bites back, his eyes studying your fingers as they pop open the tube, pulling out the joint and placing it in between your lips. He's mesmerised  by the sight, able to watch over the top of the vodka bottle as the alcohol scorches the back of his throat.

"You calling me a slut, Johnathan Schlatt?" You say with mock offence, lighting the end of the joint. You take a hit, then you pass it to him, watching as he places the vodka bottle haphazardly in between your legs.

"Well..." He hums, taking the joint from in between your fingers. "I'm not wrong, am I?"

"So you are pissed at me for sleeping with Ben then." You say, watching him closely as he exhales a small cloud of smoke.

"I don't care what you do with who doll." Liar.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Chapter One comes tomorrow! Idec if nobody likes this fic, I simply just need to pour out my inner feelings- lmao.

[croworro]

Is it greedy to want all three of them in my bed right now?

[pequins]

IRL P0RN VISUALS 🔗

cont : slimecicle , ted nivison & jschlatt .

MDNI NSFW AHEAD

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

( more to be added when i find them )

SCHLATT

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

schlatt giving you a punishment for being a brat

( LC ) schlatt jerking vid

teasing / c^nt slapping

sub!schlatt org4sm denial

CHARLIE

c^nt slapping

against the desk

size difference

TED NIVISION

f!ngering

p^ssy eating

size difference

[renranram]

Maid dress

nsfw!!

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

a/n ; 886 words :)

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

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

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

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

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

schlatt is reader's sugar daddy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[smoshyourheadin]

guys here’s a tiny tiny drabble based on a convo me and my bsf had recently LOL sorry if this sucks but my schlatt brainrot is getting to me (fem!reader, cockwarming n smut - 18+ under the cut <3)

“fuck, toots…” schlatt groaned, as you slid down onto his length.

“hey, you were the one being needy! i just wanna play the sims.”

schlatt cursed under his breath and grabbed onto your hips whilst you loaded up the sims on his pc. he needed the movement, but he didn’t want to piss you off whilst you were locked in on create a sim.

“please, j’s lemme fuck you baby, can’t take it” he babbled, head leant back against his gaming chair as you rolled your hips.

“no jay, let me play, then we can fuck. just enjoy me letting you be here for now!” you retorted, clenching slightly just to make him groan.

you stayed like this for about 30 minutes before he couldn’t take it any more. he pushed you up his length, and slammed you back down.

and again.

and again.

until you were riding him, his hands still locked to your hips as you tried to focus on your game, letting out the occasional moan.

but, this wasn’t enough for him, so he moved one hand to gently rub your clit, the climax starting to get to you.

“fuckfuckfuck m’close schlatt!” you said, your high beginning to catch up to you.

“i know baby, i know, c’mon cum for me.” he grunted.

and so you did.

your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave, the instant pleasure shaking your whole body. riding out your high as you grabbed onto the edge of the desk, you could feel schlatt’s thrusts become slower.

you leant against him, his chest up against your back.

“you know you want to…” you teased, nipping the bottom of his ear with your teeth.

“oh- f-fuck” he spluttered, as you felt ropes of his cum painted your insides.

you sat catching your breath with him, before he picked you up and carried you to the bathroom.

“let’s clean y’up princess”

[ohbabydollie]

during his bachelor party at a strip club schlatt is completely uninterested, instead getting drunk and saying he misses his wife

he’s in the corner chugging beer after beer, people would assume he was the one groomsman forced to attend instead of the groom. he’s so gloomy then suddenly his groomsmen are getting him up from the corner and tell him to stop sulking and that they got him a private dance.

he says over and over that he wants to go home and plow his s/o. they have to drag him into the room, handing him a thick wad of money before telling him to just enjoy it and shutting the door

he’s thinking about just paying off the person and telling them to come back once the time is up to wake him up from his nap. while he’s getting ready for his nap and about to hand the person the money he looks up and sees you.

as a little surprise you had been practicing your dancing skills in private as the request of his groomsmen who had the idea to begin with.

now schlatt is having the time of his life, watching the way you move against him and around the room. you’re teasing him pressing light kisses to his face and neck, barely touching him and he’s so fucking hard

suddenly before you both know it you’re on his lap making out with him heavily. he’s grabbing at your ass as you moan into his mouth, practically dry humping you.

you part from the kiss, looking down at him as he mutters “gonna make a perfect wife”

you giggle softly before going to kiss him one more time before you’re both suddenly interrupted. you quickly get off his lap, seeing as his groomsmen are there and schlatt gets up hard on very present in his pants as he kisses your cheek and says he ready to go home