#schlatt x reader

[schluttforschlatt]

This Kitty Off the Chain (NSFW)

I haven't written smut in YEARSSSSSS but i wanted to give u a lil treat <3 <3 <3

✴︎MINORS DO NOT INTERACT✴︎

wc: 3.5k

warnings: fem!reader, language, smut (obviously) -munch!schlatt, fingering, tiny bit of size k!nk

You thought about the price of the room the elevator ride up to it. Four thousand dollars. You made a mental list of things that would change your life for that price. Down payment on a car. Brand new PC tower and fixtures. Rent for the next three months. Hell, a trip to the doctors office for that back pain you’ve had for years. And yet, that was how much one singular night’s stay in this particular room cost. You watched as the elevator doors opened, and followed behind the two taller men you were with.

The younger of the two lead the way, explaining the amenities and trying to reason with the price. Trevor, the slightly older of the two, had a video camera at the ready and was nodding as the first man, Schlatt, stopped in front of the door to the room and swiped a card.

“You two are about to feel so fucking poor.” He joked, pushing the door open and inviting you and Trevor inside.

You weren't quite sure why Schlatt had invited you on this trip with him, but you prayed that by the time your visit was over, you’d have an answer.

For the past few months, the two of you had been growing closer as friends. It started with him asking for help editing clips from a trucking sim stream to create shorts. He wanted outside eyes to pick the best moments without the bias of what he considered funny, so you made the drive to his place and let him teach you the basics of his editing software. You’d bantered back and forth with each other while splicing scenes together to make clips. Schlatt had filmed a handful of video intros while you edited, and you couldn’t help but sneak glances at him anytime he turned his persona on. It’s kinda hot, you thought, watching a man who always spoke politely and softly to you one-on-one flip a switch and become a loud and boisterous asshole.

You would shiver anytime he stood behind you, hands on the back of the chair you were in as he checked to see your progress. You swore to yourself, vowing to push any feelings down and away, and not let them interfere with your growing friendship.

Enjoying the work you had done, Schlatt invited you back several more times to edit more shorts for his channels. You thoroughly liked spending time with him like this, parallel playing in comfortable silence. Occasionally, he would put his hands on your shoulders and squeeze as if giving a shoulder massage or gentle pat on the back, which was always unexpected but never not appreciated.

The editing and clipping lead to him asking you to help with filming, going over the basics of camera operation and teaching you how to get his good side. Filming lead to you helping him out with various projects, having gained enough trust from him to voice ideas and opinions that you thought would improve the project or make it flop. Often he would place a gentle hand on the small of your back while walking around a location with you, leaning down close to your face to better hear you. It would make your heart race anytime you felt his breath close to your cheek, and anytime a hand ghosted over your hip you thought you would explode.

Pretty soon after, you had become his shadow, following Schlatt everywhere he went, and with time, you noticed more confident and intentional touches from Schlatt. He’d wrap an arm around your shoulder while watching a movie on his couch or reach out to hold your hand while walking. Every touch felt electric, and every time you hung out you felt tension grow.

The moment that had changed everything for you was during a trip to the grocery store. Schlatt had asked you to accompany him and help pick out ingredients for meal prepping. You had taken a few nutrition and health classes and he thought you’d be able to help him put together healthy meals. You joked with him the ride there about his tendency to latch onto junk food, and decided to be a little bold and make a comment about semen.

“I bet your cum tastes like battery acid,” your statement caught him and yourself off guard. He scoffed and glanced over at you, taking his right hand off the steering wheel. “You eat like shit, you need to eat some pineapple or something.” His hand came to rest on your left knee as you finished your sentence, electricity shooting through your body. He gave a devious smirk to you.

“Oh?” He says pulling into the parking lot. He removes his hand to put the car in park, but then places it back on your leg, this time on your thigh, inching closer to your core. “Well, I bet you taste pretty sweet.” Your eyes were wide as saucers as a blush washed over your face. You shifted your gaze to your hands placed in your lap. Schlatt lifted the hand resting on your thigh before bringing it back down with a soft slap. The sensation shocked you and made you jump, but at the same time turned you on just a tiiiiiiny bit.

“C’mon, I wanna get this over with as fast as possible.”

That was two weeks ago, and since then the teasing only grew more and more common.

You watched as Schlatt set his bags down by the hotel’s door, snapping back to reality.

As Schlatt turned various lights on you couldn’t help but stare at everything in awe. The entry area was huge, with a large table and chairs, and you were envious at how spacious it was. You ran a finger along the hardwood as you followed your friends further into the suite, eyes darting between the expensive looking art on the walls and the wall-mounted television displaying a slideshow of the hotel’s garden.

“Holy shit, look at this bed,” you heard Schlatt call out, turning your attention towards him. He sat down on the edge and bounced a few times, laughing. “Shits not even against the wall and barely squeaks.” He continues laughing as he stands up and beckons Trevor to follow him into the closet and bathroom behind the false wall.

You stayed behind, feet planted in the bedroom and mind racing with naughty thoughts.

“Maybe tonight’s the night.” You mumbled to yourself, shaking your head to rid of the impure images stirring up.

Your small group finished your self guided tour around the room, and Trevor and Schlatt began setting up to film. You separated yourself from the boys, deciding to settle down on one of the soft couches and give your legs a break.

You watched Trevor follow Schlatt around, zooming in on various features that only a rich asshole would think to have. Who the fuck needs a flashlight in a closet? Fucking yuppies.

The filming concluded with the boys clinking together cans of beer, showing off the view from the balcony. You had excused yourself to the hall to make a phone call, checking in with your best friend to let them know you safely made it to the hotel. You knocked on the door, hoping one of the boys would hear you, only to be surprised that Trevor had opened it, his bags in hand.

“Oh! Are you not staying with us? I thought Jay said the three of us would share the room.” You stared up at him with a quizzical look, confused about this deviation from the plan you were informed of. Trevor gave you a sheepish grin, motioning for you to enter the room.

“Nah, I’m staying down the street,” you switch spots with him, you now holding the door open for the man. “Try not to have too much fun. We’ve got an early day with the boys tomorrow.” Trevor winked at you before walking down the hall to the elevator. You let the door shut behind you as you made your way back over to the couch you previously occupied. Schlatt was now sitting there, one leg resting on the table in front of it, phone pulled close to his face as he typed away. You cleared your throat and plopped down next to him.

“Why’d Trevor leave?” You asked him, plopping yourself down next to the man. He looked up from his phone to smile at you, locking the device and setting it on the arm of the couch.

“Oh, he didn’t wanna share a room. Somethin’ ‘bout missin’ his girl, probably gonna jack off on FaceTime with ‘er.” You laughed, a little caught off guard by his response, but also a little distracted by the arm that had come up around your shoulders. The touch made you shiver.

“‘Ya wanna watch a movie or somethin’ doll?” Jay asks. You nod and he brings the remote up, scanning through the channels. The nickname caused the hairs on the back of your neck to stick up. Pet names had been new between you two, and every time he used one, you had to fight the urge to climb onto his lap and shove your tongue down his throat. You crossed one leg over the other and squeezed them tight together, an attempt at self control.

He settles on some shitty 90’s action flick that doesn’t hold your attention. Maybe this was intentional, you thought, pressing yourself closer into his side. You don’t notice the way his breath hitches in his throat at your movement, but you do notice when the arm around your shoulders slinks down, hand now gently resting at your hip. You try to focus on the film playing out, but the tension between you and the man next to you is much more distracting.

About ten minutes in, you feel Schlatt shift. You subtly try to glance over at him, only to be distracted by the growing problem in his lap that he is trying to cover with a pillow. You pretend to not notice what he’s attempting to fix and instead bring a hand up to place on a chest, only to have the large hand on your hip squeeze gently.

“Oh.” Schlatt whispered, and you could feel his heart rate pick up pace under your palm. You swallowed a growing lump in your throat and said a silent prayer before speaking up yourself.

“Is this okay?” You whisper back at him, too nervous to bring your eyes up to his. You feel him nod, his eyes not leaving the television screen, and melt a little more into his side. Your mind was racing, trying to think of something sly to say when he cleared his throat.

“Um… can we… uuhhh…” you look up at him and notice how red his cheeks and ears had gotten, not helping your own growing desire to see this man flustered and falling apart. You took a deep breath and put on a brave face.

“Can we what, Jay?” You ask, hand boldly coming up to rest on his cheek, pulling his attention to you instead of the screen. His eyes flicked from your eyes to lips, then back to your eyes. Okay, maybe we are getting somewhere.

“Would it be weird if we, uhh….” He trailed off, bringing his left hand to rub at the back of his neck. “Cuddled? I guess?” His voice was quiet, almost mouse like. You couldn’t help but giggle at him, motioning for him to move.

“I’d be more that fine with that, Jay.” Your words came out more seductive that you had intended, but as he readjusted himself and the pillow slipped off his lap, you couldn’t help but notice the way his… not-so-little friend twitched.

Once he was settled, you clambered back over to him, tucking yourself into his side. His arm came to rest around you once more, hand placed halfway between your hip and ass.

The two of you returned your eyes back to the television, but it was clear that neither were paying attention to whatever the hell this film was.

About twenty minutes after switching positions, you noticed Schlatt’s hand slowly pushing the hem of your shirt up, fingers ghosting over the skin of your stomach. You squeezed your legs together tightly, crossing your ankles, and couldn’t help but let out a gasp as one of his digits traced over a particular sensitive patch of skin. Your heart began pounding inside your chest, and you started thinking of ways to excuse yourself to go take care of your now soaked panties. You felt Schlatt’s hand rub back over your hip and squeeze, only adding to your problem.

C’mon, you’re a big girl. You can only do this two ways, you thought. Obviously there’s some sort of attraction here if he’s trying to hide his boner and you’re wetter than the fucking sea. Either get up and take a cold shower, possibly making things awkward between you guys, or man the fuck up and make a move, which could also possibly make things awkward between you. You understood that the logical side of you would probably be the better bet and make this less awkward that it needed to be, but the horny side was shouting over the logical, winning this yelling match. It’s been months since anyone’s touched you, and you’ve always wondered what he was like in bed anyways. Grow a pair and make the fucking move. You swallowed hard, kicking your plan into action.

“Schlatt,” your voice wavered nervously.

“Yeah?” His sounded much the same. Now or never.

“Can I…” you trailed off, finding the strength to speak your peace. You sat up, brushing a few strands of hair out of your face, turning to make eye contact with him. This is it, bitch. “Can I… can I try something?” You notice the way his pupils widen and Adam’s apple bob at your words, waiting for a response. He nods, eyes not leaving yours.

Letting your body take control, you swing a leg over his hips, straddling the man before leaning down to whisper in his ear.

“You can stop me at any point,” you flick your tongue over his earlobe, eliciting a small moan from the man, only fueling you. “I won’t be offended.” You feel two large hands latch onto your hips as you begin to place wet kisses down his neck, facial hair tickling your nose. You work your way across his neck, left to right, letting your hands wander under his tee-shirt, slowly pushing the fabric up towards his shoulders. You feel one of his hands leave your hip, and you pull his shirt up a bit as if asking him to take it off. He removes the other hand and obliges, returning them back to your body. You push back a bit to drink this new view in, taking a finger to trace over the patches of hair covering his chest before latching your lips to his collarbone. You continue to work your lips and tongue across his body, only stopping when you feel a hand shake through your hair, tugging it into a makeshift ponytail. You stop, eyes shooting up to his.

“Sweetheart,” his voice is raspy, almost lost. For a moment you’re worried you’ve crossed a line. “This isn’t very fair t’me. Wanna change that?” He tugs up the hem of your shirt as if asking for permission, only for you to whip it over your head before he can do it himself. Before the shirt hits the floor, his hands are grabbing at your chest and you have to thank yourself for not wearing a bra today. He pulls you forward, latching his own lips to your neck now, kissing and licking his way to your nipples while pushing your breasts together. You can’t help but moan as he sucks on the tissue, hands exploring your tits. He pulls his mouth off with a “pop”.

“You have no fuckin’ idea how long I’ve been wanting to do this,” He lets go of your chest, hands snaking down to your thighs. He hoists you up off of his lap briefly before standing himself, now carrying you further into the room. “You’re like a fucking succubus, y’know?” With a few strides, he’s throwing you down onto the bed before reaching down to unzip his shorts. As soon as he undoes the button, you reach out to stop him.

“Wait- can I do that?” Before he can respond, you’re sliding off the bed and sinking down to your knees, hands grabbing at the skin above his knees. You lean forward, eyes locking directly with his, and take the zipper between your teeth, tugging the metal down. His eyes roll back and he moans, as a hand once again grabs ahold of your hair, tugging it back.

“Jesus fucking Christ, you’re gonna be the death of me.” He mutters, stepping out of the shorts and letting them drop to the floor after pulling your hair, guiding you away to let the garment fall. Before he could get another word in, your hands latch onto the elastic of his boxers as you lick your lips. He tugs on your hair again, pulling you back.

“If I remember correctly, you said my cum probably tastes like battery acid, and yet here you are, desperately begging for my dick,” he sounds smug and has a smirk painting his lips, which is doing nothing but turning you on even more. He pulls you up, still by the hair, before letting go of it and shoving you down on the bed by your shoulders. “I don’t think that’s very fair that you get to make fun of me then try and make me cum, princess. I’ve been starving all day, let me have dessert first, yeah?”

He has one hand fondling your breasts as the other tugs down your leggings, the cold air of the room sending a tingle to your core via the soaked lace thong now exposed to him. He tosses the article of clothing behind him and crouches down to kneel between your legs, whistling at the view.

“Did you wear these for me?” He talks down to you while slipping a finger under the waistband, snapping the elastic against your skin before leaning down to press a kiss to your hip. You whine and buck your hips up, anything to feel some sort of relief. Schlatt chuckles at you, and it sounds pitiful.

“Please, Jay, please.” You whine again, writhing.

“Please, what, doll?” He teases, hot breath hovering by your belly button.

“Please just tou-“ you cut yourself off with a moan, feeling the man in front of you lick a stripe up your slit, facial hair tickling your thighs. Your hands latch onto the thick strands of his hair, pulling him back down to your pussy. You feel him move the thin lace with his teeth before his tongue makes direct contact with your clit. He hums into you, dragging his tongue through your folds before pursing his lips around your clit once again.

You can’t help it when your legs wrap around his head, and from the groans coming from the larger man, he didn’t mind one bit. He brought arm up to hold you down, resting it across your lower stomach, while snaking his other hand between your legs, teasing at your labia before slipping inside you.

“Fuck,” you moaned, throwing your head back. Never in a million years did you think this would become a reality. You had always assumed Schlatt would rather be on the receiving end of head, but here in this moment, you wanted to thank any past lovers of his for teaching him how to use his mouth for something other than snarky comments. “Jay, I- I’m-“ you moaned again, eyes shutting tightly as his fingers curled up inside you just so. You've only just started, but with the stress from the past week of travel, you were coming undone in record time.

“Jus’ fuckin’ cum, needa fuckin’ taste you,” he barked out, barely lifting himself off of you to speak. Between the pressure on your stomach, his long fingers reaching spots you’ve never been able to, along with his tongue and lips on your clit, you couldn’t hold on much longer. You felt a familiar pressure building inside of you, causing you to cry out louder than before.

“I’m gonna- I’m go-,” you felt his tongue pick up speed in tandem with his fingers and you let go, shaking as the most intense orgasm you’ve had in a long while rocked your world. You were crying out, tears spilling from your eyes as he continued his magic, working you through the height of it all. You felt him withdraw his fingers and take a deep breath once your own had steadied out, and you were fearful to make eye contact with him. You settled for staring at his soaked shoulder, following it as he stood up and hovered over you.

“I’m so sorry, Jay I should’ve said something bef-“ you were cut off by his lips crashing into yours, the taste and slick of your arousal very present on his lips and mustache. He pulled back and rested his forehead against yours, and you couldn’t help but finally make eye contact with him. His eyes were half lidded and looked awestruck.

“I coulda’ been makin’ ya’ squirt like that for months? Fuck, I’ve been missing out.” He leaned back in to kiss you again, bringing a sticky hand up to your cheek. You pulled back to take a deep breath before sliding your hand down his chest again and clearing your throat.

“So, um… you want me to give you a blowjob now or…?” You trailed off and Schlatt scoffed, moving your hand to the front of his boxers where a cold wet spot had formed.

“I’m not opposed, but you’re gonna have t’ give me like twenty minutes,” you looked up at him confused before he continued with a sheepish grin. “I came in my boxers the second you started tuggin’ on my hair.”

alright chat, how we feeling about this one??? feedback is always appreciated :))))))

[stoneybun]

Home Videos w/ Schlatt

had some... thoughts about this post i made and wanted to expand on it as a treat ( Schlatt x fem reader, NSFW and fluff ) MDNI

Fluff!! >> Records whenever you two go on vacation. He's captured you looking out at the horizon while seeing some mountains in Japan, the two of you touring somewhere you were really excited about, down to simple footage of you two waking up and being all lovey in bed together or watching the sunrise. >> Has some clips with him talking about surprises he has for you during the trip, pretty much like a vlog but it'd never see the light of day. This was for him to look back on one day, maybe showing a couple friends if he felt like it. >> Does really goofy shit with it "Hey, angel, y'from around here?" he boasts as he turns the camera to you. "We've been together four years, Johnny." >> Also some clips of the two of you shitfaced either walking around together or in your hotel room. That's comedy gold to him, the way you joke back and forth, doing dumb bits with each other. Definitely steals some jokes from these times to say in videos/streams.

--- NSFW BELOW !!

>> He'd definitely like, pick up the camera for a little while only to put it back down again to relish in how you feel without having to hold the fucking camera up. Nearly drops it on you a few times just from how lost he gets in how good you feel for him. >> Same note though, sometimes he'll just set it on the nightstand or something to capture every moment whether it's loving sex or more primal... >> Flips the display part around when you're giving him head sometimes just to make you see how pathetic and beautiful you look while sucking his cock. "Eyes up here, baby," he taunts with a smug ass grin on his face, you looking up at him through your lashes and seeing your reflection. Your lips around his cock, spit coating his length and your mouth as you were slowly bobbing your head up and down his length. He wants a show? He'll fuckin get one. >> Loses his damn mind as you look straight at him while moving your head up enough to just tease the pretty red tip of his, pressing messy kisses and licks to it before just stuffing him down your throat as far as you can. "Fuuck yeah that's my girl," he groans, you being able to feel him throb in your throat. >> He couldn't wait to watch this back one day while you're at work or out doing something, just like he does with all his tapes... he has his own personal porn collection, why wouldn't he use it? >> Definitely calls you his favorite pornstar, thinking it's fucking hilarious but also arousing at the same time since you only were for him. He loves what that camera brings out of you when it was just him who would be watching back the footage. >> He'd have you hold the camera while he'd fuck you, not even caring what you'd do with it. Record your beautiful face as it twisted in pleasure from him fucking you, the view of him between your thighs as he eats you out, even having caught you recording him above you practically whimpering how good you felt, his face flushed red from the alcohol coursing in his system. >> Definitely has caught some giggly moments during sex, usually when the two of you fucked while high when you weren't completely absorbed in one another.

[kiddiesmores]

𝖯𝗈𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗍 𝖳𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗍 🗒️

authors note: hi yall. ik it’s been a while, yes i’m evil and terrible IM SORRYYYYYY. ive finally gotten over not wanting to write anymore so hopefully this is the kiddiesmores comeback!! love u so much!! i swear the dry humping is coming btw. also i called this pocket ticket bc its just a short little drabble of things i cant stop thinking about, we will pick up on the main story soon!!

86 Schlatt who stays over at your apartment on the days he has to come in at 6am because you’re closer to the store (and because he gets to lay in your silk sheets).

86 Schlatt who kneels by your bedside in the early morning before work, your hand in his as he rubs your knuckles and shushes for you to go back to bed.

86 Schlatt who loves to sneak kisses out back where the cameras don’t see, whispering in your ear how soft and warm you still felt after being in bed just a few hours ago.

86 Schlatt who does your grocery shopping whenever he notices your fridge is getting too low and he can’t cook anything for you for dinner.

86 Schlatt who makes just the right amount for you and your roommate so you guys don’t have to eat out so much throughout the week.

86 Schlatt who loves to listen to you complain about all the terrible guests you’ve had that day while you blow whatever new vape flavor in his face out back, rubbing your knee as you sit on unopened boxes.

86 Schlatt who threatens to go on the floor and beat them up for you just to make you laugh.

“I can print their faces out and say ‘No Longer Welcome’ and slap it on the front door for ya.”

86 Schlatt who, whenever the kitchen doesn’t need him, is cozying behind you at the POS systems, leaning on you while you put food in and peppering a soft kiss on the side of your head.

[ohbabydollie]

THAT ONE CLIP WHEN SCHLATT FOUND HIS OLD PINK CAMERA

HEAR ME OUT

he shows chat old pics of him and y/n from the camera or just him and y/n looking at the pics together alone

When Schlatt had found his “little girl” camera, he could only think about looking through it once it was fully charged. He waited in the bedroom, doing whatever on his phone until you came in, tucking yourself under his arm, freshly showered and sleepy.

You laid on him lazily, getting his shirt wet with your hair as you watched him do whatever on his phone before a familiar little start up sound goes off.

“Is that the little girl camera?” You ask with a grin, Schlatt reaching over to unplug the familiar pink square, making sure to hold you to his chest.

“Yeah” he chuckles, “found it earlier, wanted to see if it worked or not”

You smile at him as he starts to click the buttons, trying to remember how the camera worked. Once he got the hang of it, it was just the two of you, looking at old photos Schlatt had taken of everyone, occasionally laughing at how different the person was now, how much they had aged.

It was oddly nostalgic, the terrible quality of the camera paired with faces you had remembered looking mature, now remind you more of a teenager’s, of a young adult still trying to figure out their life.

“I’ll never be that young again” you say softly, feeling your sleepiness take over you.

“Yeah, but you get prettier by the day” schlatt mumbles, pressing a kiss to your forehead as you begin to doze off.

He comes across a photo, one where he has you tucked under his arm as you sleep, holding onto him.

Some things never change.

[freakyfrogmoisturethief]

I can’t get over “rock gifter” I’m sorry that’s just so silly kissing you friendfully

warnings: none! ill make more with nsfw things later !

CURRENTLY THINKING ABOUT my chuckle sandwich head cannons

ted:

loves being called teddy and theo but no one else calls him it :(

loves when you steal his clothes and pretends to not know where they went

forehead kisser

olive theory (or pickles, tomatoes, onion, whatever you like and he pretends not to do you can have extra)

“sweetheart”

“honey”

hugs from behind with head kisses

where he towers over you

the party was…fine. following the streamy awards, the venue being filled with content creators… which you were not. ted went to go get drinks, leaving you alone. a fish out of water. after some time standing alone awkwardly, you pull your phone out briefly to check the time and your notifications. as you’re clearing them you feel two arms come around your middle.

you momentarily flinch, caught off guard, but as soon as you feel a kiss pressed to the top of your head you relax. you turn, looking up and finding ted, craning your neck to meet his eyes.

“scare ya, hon?” he chuckles, feeling you turn around in his arms.

“just a little.” you giggle, taking the glass from his hand. “was fine when you kissed me though…” you smile slyly up at him.

“oh yeah?” he raises an eyebrow, following along with your train of thought. “how ‘bout i give you another hmm?” you beam up at him, nodding. he leans down empty hand pulling you closer by your waist, pressing his lips to yours. you smile against his mouth,exhaling softly through your nose. when you pull back and meet his eyes they’re practically shining down at you with adoration. “love showing you off, sweetheart.”

love language is touch

also words of affirmation

he says “i love you” probably 3 times an hour

loves date nights

takes candid pictures of you often (how can he not, you’re so pretty)

charlie:

when cuddling he holds your stomach so he can feel when you laugh

loves cooking for you

he often wakes up before you so he’ll make breakfast for you to wake up to

loves teaching you how to play dnd (or a different game if you already know dnd)

rock gifter

so many inside jokes

“babe”

kiss monster

“c’mere.” he says as soon as you walk into the living room with your dinner.

“char, i need to eat…” you say, sitting down beside him on the couch.

“just a second, promise.” he smiles over at you. you give him a quick peck on the lips. bad choice. he smiles evilly before you get pushed back in the couch, charlie on top of you stopping you from getting out of his grasp. he has your hands above your head, his lips kissing you wherever he can reach. your neck, your chest, he moves up to your face attacking you with his quick kisses.

you can’t conceal the giggles falling out of your mouth with his cuteness aggression. “char!” you laugh out, but to no avail. he won’t stop until he’s satisfied. he finally pulls back after covering every inch of you with his kisses. “you’re relentless!” you sigh out, getting your hands back and wrapping your arms around his neck. you pull him down to touch your lips to his, a slow, gentle kiss this time. you feel each other smiling against each others mouths.

“i have to reheat my food now!” you groan out, a soft laugh following.

will burry his head in your neck

love language is physically touch or acts of service

schlatt:

loves when you wear his clothes

quickest way to his heart is his cats

isn’t big on pda

but he will have a hand on your back guiding or holds pinkies with you to not lose you

he actually does use toots

but he also uses angel

puts his hands on your waist when standing behind you. which he often does

very introverted and doesn’t go out much

love language is quality time

every other one he brushes off by saying “it’s not big deal” or “it’s nothin’ special”

“oh hey, i got you somethin’. i left in on the counter for ya.” he says simply, walking into the living room. you get up, confused. no anniversary, no birthday… did he get you food?

you get to the counter and sitting in the middle is a long rectangular box. you furrow your brows and open it, revealing a tiffany & co necklace you saw online and really wanted. it just wasn’t in your budget for this month.

“jay… no way you bought this for me.” you half scoff in disbelief walking back into the living room.

“eh, it was nothin’. i saw you eyeing’ it on your phone couple of weeks ago. figured why not?” he says looking up at you, a slight smile twitching at the corners of his mouth. you jump into his lap, tackling him in a hug.

lowkey a sugar daddy…

sings softly around the house and gets flustered when you hear

drive by ruffles your hair

is actually a big cuddler. loves having his head laid on some part of you

[p3achslimes]

ram!schlatt x bunny!reader headcanons !

MDNI !! this is from my old blog but i wanted to bring it over here too hehe

tw. reader is referenced as small cause yknow. they’re a bunny

• grumpy rammie schlatt and his sweet bunny <3

• he thinks you’re just so fucking cute, your soft floppy ears, your little cotton tail, your buck tooth smile and the way your lips are shaped in a natural “uwu”

• as a bunny you’re very energetic, zooming around and rambling on and on when you’re excited about something

• constant erratic thumping is a tell tale sign to schlatt that you’re happily bouncing around nearby

• schlatt doesn’t share this level of energy, and would most likely find it annoying from someone else, at least if he isn’t in the mood

• but normally, he can’t help but smile when you make laps around him to get his attention, or hop onto his back for a piggy back ride, holding onto his horns and steering him around making racecar noises

• however if he needs you to calm down, all he has to do is scratch behind your ears

• your ears that normally stand tall on your head flop over, a happy smile appearing on your face, your nose twitching and your foot subconsciously tapping

• schlatt loves to touch your ears in any setting, his hands will absentmindedly find them when you’re sitting or laying in his lap, sometimes he’ll tie cute little ribbons on them

• they’re like his own personal fidget toy

• (and they make perfect little handles for other activities if you catch my drift)

• if you ever need to calm him down (he’s extremely business minded and will get very stressed from time to time) just rub softly down his horns or scratch at his chops

• his horns are very sensitive; you’re the only one who knows that, as you’re the only one who’s ever dared to touch them and the only one who’s allowed to

• being a bunny means you’re natually quite a bit smaller than schlatt, so when you borrow his clothes, you love that they’re big and warm and cozy, and he loves that you look so small and adorable

• that being said since you’re so pocket sized to him he often will just pick you up and carry you around, either throwing you over his shoulder or carrying you under his arm like a football

• he’ll do this most often when you’re running around with no real destination in mind, which is an indication you’re just trying to blow off some energy, so he’ll set you down and help you relax a little (cue ear scratches)

• other times he’ll take you to the bedroom, and with your high sex drive you’ll rarely object (plus that’s the best way to blow off energy, he’s discovered)

• but sometimes he’ll snatch you up from whatever you’re in the middle of just to be a nuisance

• schlatt loves to get on your nerves, it’s basically a hobby of his

• his favorites are sneaking up behind you and ramming his horns in your back (he does it softly though, its mostly meant to just make you jump, but you pretend it hurts so he’ll baby you)

• or he likes to call you “dumb bunny” when you tilt your head at something you don’t understand, or ask him a question that had just a bit too obvious of an answer

• (or alternatively, when he’s fucking you so good that you can’t think or speak clearly)

• you haven’t quite figured out a good way to snap back at him when he calls you that though; “stupid ram” just doesn’t have the same ring

• but if anyone else calls you something like that, they’re lucky if they wake up tomorrow

• when you’re irritated with him (which again, is often) your ears will bend backward, cheeks puffing out with a grumpy huff as your foot thumps (met with an “aww, is wittle bunny angwy?”)

• but when he’s said something to make you blush, your ears flop forward as your hands cover your face, if he’s lucky he’ll get to see your little tail wiggle

• overall big bad rammie schlatt loves his little baby bunny <33

[schlattslambo]

neighbor schlatt being really loud one day, you guys have NEVER talked or spoke once and when you knock on his door and see a big huge man with mutton chops looking down at you, you literally feel like disappearing and feel extremely awkward asking him to politely keep it down, he’s just standing there kind of staring and apologizing and when he sees you suddenly another day he gets a really good look at you and finds you being his exact type and goes in for it and asks you on a little date as a ‘apology’

omg stop this is so cute!!! also i know schlatt doesnt live in an apartment but it works for this so shush

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“that’s a stupid card! how could that have won?!”

“fuck you mika! you cheating son of a bitch!!”

the words are slightly muffled, but they’re loud enough that they’re able to distract you from your book. it’s your only day off this week, and you just wanted to relax and read. but your neighbor decided that it was time to yell at his friends.

you had never even met the guy. you moved in about six months prior, and your schedules have never aligned for the two of you to meet. he was never loud or had any extravagant parties or anything, so you didn’t mind. even if he was kind of loud you probably wouldn’t have minded. but this was crazy.

it had gone on for hours, and when you still hadn’t finished the chapter that you started at 7pm, you decided to take matters into your own hands. the wine glass you were drinking from is slammed down, and the fuzziness that it gave your head was swimming with confidence.

you slip on your shoes and walk to the door, knocking loudly. the yelling stops abruptly and you hear footsteps. the confidence you have is slowly dissipating. by the time the door opens, you’re shaking. you have no idea who this dude is or what he’s capable of.

looking down at you is a large man with brown hair and mutton chops. his hoodie is slightly wrinkled and he has a yankees hat on. in all honesty, he’s quite attractive.

“yeah?” he asks.

“i, um, i live next door and,” you pause, swallowing. “and i was wondering if you could maybe tone down the yelling?”

as you stumble over your words, he looks at you. he had no idea someone lived in the place to the left of him, so he hadn’t even thought to put the soundproofing tiles on that wall. he’s silent for a moment before realizing that you’re done speaking.

“oh, yeah, sorry,” he says as his cheeks grow flushed. “i didn’t realize anyone was livin’ over there, so i didn’t put soundproofing up. i’ll tone it down just for you.”

a playful grin breaks out on his face and you can’t help but smile too.

“thank you,” you reply.

before either of you can say anything else, you walk back to your apartment, grabbing the wine bottle and taking a long drink from it. you absolutely hate confrontation and this will probably put you out of commission for a week.

***

its been about about two weeks after you had talked to him, and schlatt cannot stop thinking about you. how shy yet determined you looked. that sweet little smile that you gave him. a knock on his door makes him perk up slightly. he looks out the peephole and realizes that it’s his doordash order.

schlatt opens the door and grabs his bag of chinese food. just as he’s about to turn back and close the door, he spots you. you’re walking back in from the store with a few bags.

you have your sweatpants on and an oversized hoodie that has a wine stain on the collar that you just cannot get out. your hair is back in a bun that looks like it’s close to giving out. and he can’t stop staring. your cheeks are slightly pink from the cold and you’re fishing for your apartment keys in your pockets.

you’re completely his type. even with the dirty hair and baggy clothes. you look adorable and schlatt watches you, butterflies fluttering to life in his stomach, something that has never happened before. you eventually find your keys in your pocket, just as your eyes meet his.

schlatt’s heart stutters. he needs to find his words, and quick.

“hey there,” he smiles.

“hi,” you reply nervously.

he hasn’t been loud at all since you last spoke to him. he’s made sure to talk quieter because he doesn’t want to bother you.

“i never got a chance to formally apologize for the whole yelling thing,” schlatt starts. “is it alright if i take you out to dinner as an apology? i know this really good steak place!”

the smile you give him nearly makes his heart leap.

“i suppose you can,” you say, sticking your key into the lock. “when are you free?”

schlatt fights the urge to say right this second but instead goes through his schedule in his head. he can probably push his stream to sunday if he wants to.

“how’s saturday?” he asks. “i’ll knock on your door at 6pm.”

“sounds good.” you smile. “i’ll see you then!”

you turn into your apartment but schlatt stops you with a large hand on your shoulder.

“wait, i never got your name.” he says. “mine’s jay.”

you smile and tell him your name. the way it comes off your tongue like honey makes him smile. its perfect, just like you are.

[fanficfox]

i am so obsessed w the thought of sub schlatt, as a trans man i would lovelove to peg him, if you will please write something bout it

i’ll try! i can write a little something, just for you <3

(NSFW 🔞: male/trans man!reader x schlatt, pegging, hair puliing, ass slapping. i think that’s it)

schlatt says a little prayer to himself in his head as he waits for you to get everything ready. he’s only been pegged by you a couple times but it still gets him nervous everytime. he’s bent over on the edge of the bed. a pillow supporting his hips. his hands grip the sheets infront of him anticipating what’s to come. his tough big guy demeanor long gone and forgotten. you come up behind him, already lubed up and ready to go. you deliver a hard smack on his ass and he whimpers. “go slow alright? just until i get use to it” schlatt desperately pleads with you “oh come on pretty boy, we done this before…you should already be use to it, but fine, i’ll go slow….for now” you respond back looking down at him. schlatt looks back at you his eyes desperate. you can see the fear but you also see the love and desire. you rub your tip on his entrance…getting some of the lubricant on him, then slowly start to push yourself into him, inch by inch. it seems the more you slide into him. the louder he gets. schlatt grunts, groans and whimpers with the first couple of thrusts. you go slow like he asked so he can get use to you. once the pain turns into pleasure schlatt looks back at you and goes “can you go a little faster?” his voice is a little timid and shy. like he’s a little nervous to ask you. you smile and respond with “anything for you pretty boy” schlatt immediately blushes like a school girl, his chubby cheeks glowing visibly red and it makes your heart jump knowing you were the one that got him blushing like that. you start to pick up the pace slowly but gradually you get faster. pounding your hips into his. his ass bounces off of you and you keep harsh slaps making sure schlatt will feel you every time he sits down afterwards. his whimpers are loud and high pitch a stark difference from his deep low voice. only you can make him feel small and timid. he feels like he can’t do anything but just take it. schlatt’s cock is so hard and with every thrust it rubs against the pillow giving him a little bit of friction. you grab onto his beautiful brown hair, your fingers almost slipping through from how soft it is. when you manage to get a good grip you pull his head back and you free hand holds his hip, keeping him in place. you lean down to his ear and give it a little nibble then whisper “see handsome, i told you you could take it…you just had to trust me” schlatt doesn’t say anything he just moans out an “mhmm” but that’s not enough for you. you slap his ass again. hard. “not good enough, use your big boy words baby” schlatt winces a little but doesn’t say anything yet. you smack his ass again. harder. “i said use your big boy words. tell me you trust me” you pull his head back by his hair a little harder. schlatt moans again. “i trust you! i trust you with my whole being!” schlatt whines out. he’s met with a pleased groan from you, your clearly happy with his answer as you keep going. schlatt moans and rolls his eyes back. the pleasure start to overwhelm him in a good way. his knuckles are white with nail crevices imprinted on his palm from how tight his hold on the thin sheets are. “i’m gonna cum” is all schlatt can moan out. “yeah? you’re gonna cum all over me like a good boy?” your condescending tone mixed with the light praises sends bolts of pleasure through schlatt’s body. he nods “yes…can i cum? please…please…please…can i cum?” schlatt is practically begging you. “go ahead baby boy, i’ve got you…you can let go” schlatt didn’t need to be told twice and after about 2 more thrusts he was cumming all over the pillow making a mess. his legs shake as he moans out your name. he start to push his hips back into you just trying to get a couple more thrusts in as you watch him. you finally pull out and you hear him moan when you do. you lean down to his ear again and say “you did such a good job for me puppy. you’re such a good boy.” you slap his ass one last time and he blushes again. he lays there on the bed for a moment, trying to catch his breath. his shirt sticking to his skin from his sweat but a huge smile on his face.

AN: hey!! so this is my first time writing something like this so i hope it’s okay. i know it’s probably not perfect but i gave it my best shot. i hope you enjoyed!! <3 :)

[pequins]

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

schlatt writers abt to go crazy

[kkentobox]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀his tender loving! w/ jschlatt.

description: having a loud online persona, most assume your new york man is a hassle to keep around. there was no need to prove them otherwise, his gentle love was all yours.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀tags: fluff! sappy & soft schlatt, female reader!

authors note: i fell back in love with him after not watching his content for a good year, so i couldn’t help myself ^_^ reblogs & likes are always appreciated <3

⠀⠀recording days always amused you. you had very little information of who jay was before you had begun dating, so anytime you were in his home while he was recording; it surprised you. he was known to be very loud, cocky of who he was and how much he made. his charming humor would remain, but everything else always made you want to witness the scene up close.

with his booming laughter echoing the halls, you found comfort in the noise from your place in the living room. mindlessly scrolling through your phone while you patiently waited for his recording to end. quietness began to seep through the house, ultimately letting you know he had finally wrapped everything up. being under the same roof yet being separated for hours, excitement began to bubble in you as you awaited for him to find you.

as you predicted, jay had found you on the couch wearing nothing but shorts that left nothing to the imagination and one of his many sweaters. “you finished early, should i be expecting a good check soon?” you smiled through your teasing question as your arms opened up, needing him to lay on top of you to feel his warmth. “mhm, we’ll be getting you a yacht for the summer in no time, baby.”

having found his way into your arms, jay wasted no time in placing his warm hands underneath the sweater to hold onto your waist. his face snuggling into your neck, soft giggles could be heard from you as his facial hair tickled the sensitive skin causing him to chuckle in return. with your fingers twirling the ends of his hair, “you should keep cutting your hair like this. .” a whisper broke through. humming against your neck, “yeah? why’s that?” his tender voice being reserved just for you, he leaned his head back just enough to look at your face. his eyes gently tracing the features your face holds, features he’s grown to love oh so dearly. from the little crinkles of your eyes when you smile to the way your nose twitches when he can’t resist placing a kiss on it. “you have little curls in the front when you keep it this length, i like em’.”

and with that reasoning alone, he knew he would keep his hair like this forever. “i’ll do it just for you.” planting a kiss to your jaw led to many aggressive kisses being planted everywhere. people called it cuteness aggression, you were a victim of this every day, not that you minded. tugging on his hair just hard enough eventually made him stop, “you have a real problem with that, mister.” though the big dopey smile on your face gave away your true intention, “have no clue what you’re talking bout’.” he would grin right back at you. scratching the facial hair on his cheeks, you looked up at him with the biggest eyes. deciding to place one more tiny kiss on your lips, he leaned down only to linger a few moments more. “you’re going to be the death of me someday, toots.” “hoping it’s soon, your christmas album money is looking real good right now.” giggling together once more, it was always a comfort being yours.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ do not steal or plagiarize any work belonging to kkentobox !

[stoneybun]

College reader loses motivation due to mental health and struggles to take care of self so schlatt gets in the shower w them and does their hair routine, washes their face and holds them, avoiding their waves lol. (Can you tell its self indulgent?)

Anon are you in my head because this is literally what i've been going thru I'm also catering this to me a bit,, Schlatt x fem reader Everything ached. Your head, shoulders, back, fuck even your eyes ached. It had become a known feeling. You were burning out, if not already there. Schlatt had noticed the signs, subtly trying to help you along the way yet also trying to let you handle yourself. He'd get your products out and lined up for you, even trying to have you start a routine with him in hopes it'd make it easier. But now nothing was working, and he knew he needed to do something about it. You weren't going to go through this alone. Not if he was around. You opened your eyes in response to feeling large hands on your body, gently caressing your sides with a familiar soft warmth against your back. You'd woken up a few times already only to drift back off to sleep, your body forcing itself to shut down. Right now the sensation of being caressed so gently was the only thing keeping you awake; until you feel the familiar sensation of facial hair scratching the sensitive skin of your neck, it being the chops of your boyfriend. "Doll, as beautiful as y' are layin' like this in bed, y' gotta get up," he murmurs against your skin before pressing a few featherlight kisses. You hum, leaning backward and feeling your back press against him, melting into his lazy embrace as he held you from behind. It was only around 11 in the morning on a Saturday, but he was getting antsy. Almost like when Jambo will come loudly meow at you both if his automatic feeder was empty. "Don' wanna move," you groan, eliciting a scoff from him. "Never said y' gotta," he grumbled, making you confused. "Bubba, wh-" He slides his arms to pick you up, one arm hooked under your knees and the other supporting your back as he lifted you up bridal style. He loved carrying you, thinking it was utterly adorable the way your breath hitched, eyes wide as if you never expected him to pick you up. It made your heart flutter as he carried you like you weighed nothing despite your own negative thoughts the always knew just how to dissipate. He gently adjusts you in his arms for a moment before pushing the bathroom door open, kicking it shut behind him before having you sit on top of the closed toilet. "I'm not a baby," you protest with a tired, lopsided grin. His eyes light up a little at the sight of your smile, delighted that he's keeping you happy even in a time like this. "Ehhh, whatever y' say," he quips, a smug grin forming on his face, watching his eyes crinkle for a moment before he turned to turn the shower on, getting the temperature just right. You had instinctively started to stand up after he stepped away from the edge of the shower, lazily leaning your head against the side of his arm. "You didn't have to start a shower for me, y'know," you mumble, honestly feeling a little pathetic with how much you'd been lacking in self-care recently. It was just too much between it all; classes, maintaining social life, assignments and exams that never seemed to end. You thought college would get better over the years, learning to roll with it all, but you only seemed to slip further and further away from being an actual put-together adult. "Started it for us, actually," Schlatt corrected in a playful tone, trying to pull you out of the spiral he knew was bubbling in your mind. You two had showered before, but the proposition still always gave you butterflies. "Oh, um, okay," you stammer, making him shake his head and smile in amusement. "Y' still can't get over how fuckin' hot I am, huh, sweetheart?" he taunts, making your cheeks and ears redden and you huff. "Shut the fuck up," you grumble, making Schlatt bark out a laugh, the two of you shedding your clothes casually. His eyes were glued to you in the process, his gaze full of admiration and longing despite you being about three feet away from him. Can't a guy just be completely enamored by his girl?

The two of you finally get in the shower, Schlatt helping you in first as you let out a pleased groan once the warm water starts to rain down, kissing your skin with a soothing amount of pressure. Schlatt steps in behind you, slowly turning you towards him, guiding you to lean your head back by placing a curled finger under your chin. "Relax, hun. I got'cha," he speaks as his free hand comes up to start running his fingers through your hair, letting the water soak in and further massaging your scalp like he personally was trying to massage the migraine out of you. "I can do it mysel-" you start, bringing a hand up to attempt and grab Schlatt's wrist only to hear him scoff. "Just let me do it, would ya?" he groans, almost sounding needy, like he couldn't bare the thought of not pampering you right now, wanting to see the bliss on your face as he gave you the care you deserved. You finally gave in once he started to lather shampoo into your hair, your eyes fluttering as one of his hands easily could work the product into your hair. The suds were coating your locks and his hand, his other hand was placed on your waist, his grip just hard enough to let you know he wasn't going anywhere. You couldn't help but lean into his body during this. And if you could fall asleep standing, you probably would, the sweet nothings coming from his mouth making your heart swell beyond how it already felt with him caring for you like this, your eyes opening enough to gaze up at the sweet man you had the pleasure of calling your boyfriend. You noticed the way he didn't even catch your gaze, his eyes focused on your hair as he was rinsing the shampoo out and starting to work in conditioner. His hair was flattened, his chocolate curls more evident now that his hair was wet and pressing against his face, chops having water beaded on them, eyebrows slightly furrowed in concentration. Being lost in your own world of admiring your boyfriend, he blinks upon realizing your warm gaze, making him smile with a flustered nature to it. "Keep lookin' at me like that and we won't leave this damn shower," he grumbles, trying to act like his heart wasn't melting in his chest right now as he reached for the bottle of specific face wash you had, having tried one of those 'catered to you' brands. "That a threat or a promise, bub?" you quip with a snicker, making him roll his eyes fondly. "You'll find out, won't you?" he played along while softly applying the face cleaner to your skin, using his middle and ring fingers and gently massaging you in circular motions. All you could do was giggle, letting his hands work their magic. After rinsing you off, he finally started to wash your body, taking ample amounts of restraint to keep his touch respectful. He knew you wouldn't mind, it just wasn't the time for it. "You're so perfect," he can't help but mutter, almost like it was supposed to stay to himself as his lips pressed to your shoulder, his proximity making your stomach flip despite the fact he's been holding you in place this whole time. The fog in your brain from finally feeling relaxed made it hard to respond, just leaning further into him, practically using him to keep yourself standing. He doesn't comment on that, just finishing the shower with you and shutting the water off once he was convinced the two of you were done. He grabs your robe that he had custom-made for you and helps you slide it on, pressing a kiss to the top of your head despite your hair dripping wet. "Y'want me to brush your hair for ya, doll?"

A/N: I kinda blacked out writing this

[exactlymaximumgarden]

schlatt with a celebrity s/o. maybe you're famous from acting, from music, streaming, modeling, literally whatever. either way, you're famous in your own right.

so imagine schlatt is doing a simple gaming stream, specifically another drunk truck simulator. he has media share turned on to entertain himself while on the road, and his viewers are submitting the usual stuff they know will make him laugh. however, one submission throws him for a loop.

it's a thirst edit of you.

schlatt has to stop a second and watch, ogling at the screen as the edit plays. "god damn," he softly mutters under his breath. meanwhile, his truck slowly starts drifting to the wrong side of the road, half of chat laughing at his reaction and the other half screaming at him to pay attention to the drive.

"who sent that in? who sent that? that is- ope." schlatt quickly veers back into the correct lane. "that is not funny. do not send me edits of my girlfriend while i am on the road, okay?" he can't help himself as he starts dissolving into laughter. however, his cheeks have very visibly heated up. "i am not a distracted driver, chat! i will not become one of those... those drunk crashers they warn you about."

this, of course, only enables chat further. more and more edits of you are flooded into the media share queue, and every single time, schlatt can't take his eyes off you. he tries to play it off by laughing, yelling "STOP!" at chat, but he secretly loves it. any opportunity to admire you is a welcome one. however, finally, he pauses his game and playfully scolds the viewers.

"guys, guys. look, i love looking at (y/n) as much as you do. i do. but i really need you guys to curtail it for tonight, alright? i'm gonna flip the fuckin' truck again if i keep takin' my eyes off the game."

he squints at chat as the responses come flooding in.

"someone said, 'you know you like it, sclit.' i know i do! you got me, man, i do! my girl might kill me if i set a bad example on the road, though. y'know how it is."

[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???

[rencantstopfalling]

Jschlatt Boyfriend HC

Jschlatt x gn!reader

Cw: NSFW MDNI 18+

Sfw:

-He outwardly says he doesn't like your dog but constantly gets caught cuddling the thing, and giving it's treats all the time

-if you work, he will get up with you and make you coffee and a bagel so you have breakfast on your way to work

- on that's same sentiment, if he isn't to busy, he will bring you lunch, either homemade or takeout

-Pretends to be grumpy when he has ro get you period products but he actually doesn't mind, he has all your favorite products written in his notes app with pictures

-absolutely adores when you take interest in his favorite shows or games. Loves to play DayZ with you and do that's stupid podcast

-he's the little spoon, ALWAYS. I'm sorry I can't think of a world where this man doesn't just want to be held and praised. Running your hands through he hair as he lays on your chest

-Spoils the hell out of you. It's actually hello shopping with him cause everything you touch, look to long at or express any type of interest in he's throwing in the cart. YOU NEVER PAY FOR ANYTHING

-Doesn't like you driving. Your his lovey your to delicate to drive. He wants you all nice and pretty as his passenger princess/prince (i also hc he drives like a maniac so sorry if you get motion sick.) It's always a fight when it's time to go out

-Learns to cook just to try and impress you

-tells you you don't have to work cause he's able to support the two of you, wants you to just pursue hobbies and he wants to fund them.

-Always takes you on vacation! Not just to japan, but anywhere you wanna go.

Nsfw:

-He curves to the left. Nothing else for me to say on that

-Definitely owns a few toys for himself, from before you guys started dating, like a flashlight, and cockring

-this guys loves missionary, loves to see your fucked out face and chest, loves to mark you

-hes not a rough guy, those most rough je will be is some deep thrusts, and maybe light chocking if you ask

-gets hard over literally everything, and is always ready to to

-loves to go down on you whether you got a pussy or cock he is down there ALL THE TIME, often wakes you up with it

-loves getting his hair pulled like a slut

-I wouldn't say he's a bottom but maybe a service top

-hates degrading you but will do it a little if you beg him, like a few dirty sluts but not much more

- however he likes to be degraded, call him all type of names, he is your much, he is your little man slut, your whore

-falls asleep right after sex, this dude just collapses on top of you, still in you. You gotta push the beast off of you in order to just breathe

- Although he doesn't like being to rough, give him a few swigs of whiskey and he will do anything you ask of him. You want him to absolutely destroy you, slap you, call you all types of names, get him drunk

-its because when he isn't drunk he severely overthinks everything and gets in his head that he won't be able to hold himself back and he will seriously hurt you, but once he is a little loose all those thoughts go away

-while he was drunk, you guys have definitely broken the bed...

[l4ndoflies]

Take it

Schlatt x reader

Smut, 18+ minors dni!!

Sometimes Schlatt gets into a very particular mood. He loves you, god, he loves you so much but sometimes, what he needs is to fuck you like he hates you. Sometimes he needs it dirty and rough, and sometimes it's cold and calculated.

But damn, if it isn't the best sex you've had.

It's the kind of sex where he doesn't wait, where he wastes no time in getting your bottom half accessible to him so that he can thrust into you, making you take the entirety of his cock in one smooth stroke. He doesn't wait for you to adjust, instead, he smirks at the way your breath leaves your body as he immediately pulls out and thrusts back into you so hard that your body jostles with the force.

For a second, the pleasure-pain is so intense you are physically unable of making any noise. You're left staring up at him, mouth dropped open on a moan that is stuck in your throat, eyes rolling back when he spreads your legs wider to get a deeper angle.

With every deep thrust, he knocks the wind out of your body, you can't catch your breath and you're left pleading with him to give you a break.

"Jay." you gasp, "Fuck- baby, I can't-“

"Shut up an' take it" he growls in your ear, pushing your legs further back against your chest, hips drilling into you, "Be a good girl, and take it for me."

His lips smash against yours, and you whine against him, hands digging into his shoulder blades and down his back, no doubt leaving red marks in their wake.

"Fuck," you moan, nearly screaming when his hand comes to rub harshly at your clit, " can't." you whine.

"Thought you were my good girl?" Schlatt says, voice low and deep and impressively steady for the brutal pace he's keeping, "Don't you wanna be my good girl?"

"Yes," you whine, long, drawn-out and needy, "Wanna be good."

"well" he hisses, biting down on your bottom lip roughly, "then shut up, and fucking take it."

And take it you do, because you are nothing if not his good girl.

[storiesforallfandoms]

the hotel room ~ jschlatt

word count: 2341

request?: no

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

pairing: jschlatt x female!reader

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

masterlist (one, two, three)

"You spent how much?!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Is Trevor gone already?" you asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"W-What? N-No."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Open."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I love you, too."