#schlatt x reader

[bunnie-online]

dom!schlatt x valley girl accent!gf

tw: use of the word “bitch”

“oh bite me!” you say with your arms crossed and eyes rolling dramatically, you weren’t one to be bratty typically but today you needed to push some buttons

and Schlatt not giving in to your button pushing was your last straw.

his eyebrows raise in shock, never getting that type of reaction out of you. he was behind you in an instant. he grabbed a fistful of your hair from the nape of your neck to the crown. he yanked your head backwards and spoke directly into your ear.

“i dunno where that little prissy bitch attitude came from, toots. but keep it up and you’ll be in a world of fuckin’ trouble.” he ends his threat with sharp bite to the tender flesh of your neck.

[yourleastfavoritesimp]

I like his boobs btw there very pretty

(. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)

[rawme-schlatt]

Thinking about schlatt and gunplay...

God I need him to shoot me in the thigh🙏 horny rambles below, beware there will be guns🇺🇸

First of all, schlatt is super fucking safe about it, okay?

The guns never loaded, he double checks every time, all that shit. He would actually die if he accidentally hurt you.

That being said....he loves pretending the guns loaded and the power he feels over u while holding it🤭

Loves to hold the gun to the side of ur head while he's railing u, one hand around ur throat and the other on the trigger.

He laughs when the muzzle pressed against u only makes u clench around him. "Awe, look at you, it's fucking pathetic. Getting off on me threatenin' your life?" He teases relentlessly.

He's totally made u give the gun a blow job before, sorry I don't make the rules🤷‍♂️

When ur acting like a brat all day, he waits to get u really riled up then shoves the gun against ur cunt.

"Go on baby, get yourself off. Fuckin' enjoy it, because this is the only thing touching you tonight."

Makes fun of the way u grind desperately against the muzzle, pushing it against ur clit.

U only become more desperate when you hear the safety click off🙏

And like, it's so fucking hot, right? Not only bc there's that looming threat of pain, possibly death, but also bc there's so much trust involved. Like, u love and trust him enough to hold ur life in his hands. U trust him enough to see u at ur most vulnerable and trust that he won't hurt you. That kinda trust is just soooo... ugh!!😫😫🙏

Oh also he gets horny when holding a gun now, pavloved himself into never being able to shoot at a public range lol

[doubledizzy22]

i need to dominate one of them..

or all of them, either works

[hufflepuffsthunderdome]

Acrylics Pt.2

Schlatt x girly!Reader Summary: A few cute snippets of Schlatt's life with a v. fem, lowkey high maintenance girl Warnings: none :)! Just fluff! Based on this request A/N: Can be a stand alone piece but here's part one

The music is playing softly from the speaker when Schlatt walks into your shared bedroom, done with streaming for the night and ready to just curl up and hold you. The light to the bedroom is off when he opens the door, but there’s a familiar, soft flow of light coming through the cracked door to the ensuite bathroom.

You’re a sight to behold for his tired eyes; back turned to him, sitting on the stool at your vanity, wearing that pink, frilly robe he got you ages ago, and a poor excuse for pj’s underneath. Jambo is curled up in your lap, as your fake nails scratch gently at the cat’s ears while you apply whatever creams and serums you’ve decided to use tonight. You look so at ease as you hum gently to yourself, he will never be able to shake the feeling of awe when he sees you like this. He wants to immortalise you in this moment, for the whole world to see.

He scoops you up gently as he walks over, catching your eye in the reflection of the mirror as he sits down and settles you back into his lap. His lips find your neck in a sweet, tender kiss as he whispers softly against your skin how beautiful you are.

Your soft smile in the reflection makes his heart stutter as you apologise for taking so long, “I won’t be much longer.”

He shakes his head as his arms wrap securely around your waist, sending you back a tired smile as he lays his head against yours, “take your time darlin, I’m perfect here.”

He walks through the crowds determinedly, pace fast and sure as he tries to beat the crowds to get out of the city as quick as possible. He feels your hand in his as he walks, dragging you along behind him so he doesn’t loose you, his pace slower than he would like to make up for your small gate. He lets go of your hand for just the briefest moment when the lights change to green and the crowd rushes across the street; it was impossible to keep holding onto you without sending one or both of you fumbling to the ground, but he trusts that you’ve kept pace behind him.

His attention is drawn back behind him once he makes it across the streets and hears the angry horns of New Yorkers in their cars, and your frantic apologies filling the air. He can’t help but laugh as he turns back to you, in your cute little dress, hobbling along in an attempt at a run as your arms flail at your side to keep you balanced. Your heels, adding another 3 inches or so to your height, do nothing to aid your mobility as you hobble across the road. Beauty is pain, you like to remind him, but right now, as he watches your bag bounce at your side, your necklaces jingling on your neck as you struggle to walk, he thinks he can feel your pain more than you can.

“Nice of you to join me,” he says with a smile as he shoves his hands in his pockets, letting you loop your arm through his to use him as a lamp post to give your feet a break. You ease your heel out of the shoe for a second, standing on his shoe as you let out a sigh as you’re able to stand flat for the first time that night.

He places a hand around your waist to steady you as you do the same for your second foot, letting you have a slight respite from the ache in your heels as he holds you. He pulls out his phone and looks at his maps while you lean against him, massaging your calves.

“Come on,” he says as his hands tighten around your waist, hauling you up and over his shoulder as he squats down to pick up your heels, “it’s not far.”

He ignores your squeals of protests, hand coming up to adjust your dress for you, pulling it securely over your ass as he resumes his fast paced walk through the streets, not even phased by the looks of people around you. There's no way this is the weirdest thing they've seen today.

He hears the giggling as he walks down the stairs, the familiar kitchen of his family home coming into view as he rounds the corner, met with the backs of his siblings sitting at the dining table, talking in hushed whispers.

"Did you see what she was wearing?" his sister says as she covers her mouth to hide her laughs as the rest of the table chimes in. "She was puked on by a my little pony," he hears his other sister say, the hushed laughs making his ears turn red with anger.

"I mean have some self respect," his brother adds with a huff, "I don't know how he lets her walk around like that, if my wife left the house like that i swear..." he trails off, whistling lowly as Jay watches him roll his eyes.

"I don't know what he sees in her," his sister chimes in again, her sentence falling flat when she turns from her seat and sees Schlatt standing there, watching.

He feels the anger start to rise in his chest as he runs his tongue along his teeth, trying to keep his cool as he walks into the kitchen. "Sees what in who?" he asks, trying and failing to keep the bite out of his tone. He knows the answer, but he asks anyway.

He's met with dismissive murmurs, nobody, nothing, don't worry about it, and it just makes him angrier as he turns to meet his siblings eyes already on him, watching him cautiously. "Who were you talking about?" he says firmly as he leans against the counter, arms crossed.

He stares them down, unmoving and unwavering as he waits for someone to say something, his jaw clenching slightly as the silence stretches out. His siblings exchange glances, their earlier confidence faltering under the weight of his stare.

"Jesus, Jay, don’t be so dramatic," his eldest sister finally says, waving a dismissive hand. "We were just talking."

His siblings shuffle uncomfortably in their seats, their eyes darting between each other like they’re waiting for someone else to take the hit. Schlatt doesn’t move from where he’s leaning against the counter, arms crossed, jaw tight.

"Well?" he prompts, voice low, dangerous. "Who were you talking about?"

His sister, the one who started it, clears her throat and lifts her chin like she isn’t the least bit intimidated. "Come on, Schlatt. You know she’s... a lot."

"So you were talking about Y/N?" he challenges, his voice sharp, "talking shit about my girlfriend? That's just chatting huh?"

His brother scoffs, "we’re just saying, man. You could do better."

Schlatt’s fingers tighten against his arms, the only sign of the fury simmering beneath his skin, "better? Better than what? Better than someone I love?"

His sister rolls her eyes, "it’s not that serious. She’s just... trying too hard. She’s always dressed like she’s walking a runway, and for what?"

Schlatt lets out a sharp laugh, shaking his head. "For what? Because she likes it. Because it makes her happy. Who the fuck are you to say anything about her! You barely know her."

"It just feels like she's overcompensating a bit you know," his brother laughs with a shrug, trying to make the tone playful again, "like she mustn't have much going on if she has to parade around like that."

"What the fuck is that meant to mean?"

"It's a bit vapid isn't it?" his other sister adds quietly, a look of concern on her face, "we thought you'd end up with someone with more substance."

"You lot wouldn't know a fucking thing about substance," he spits as he clenches his fists at his sides, "you've made no fucking effort at all to get to know her, to include her in anything. Over what? Some dresses?"

Silence. No more hushed giggles. No more careless whispers. Just the weight of his words settling over the room.

He pushes off the counter, "if you've got a problem fucking come to me instead of running your mouths. She's gonna be around for a long time so you better make a fucking effort."

He walks down the hallway, the tension in his shoulders starting to ease as the distance between him and his siblings grows. By the time he reaches his bedroom, his anger has cooled into something more manageable, though the sting of their words still lingers in the back of his mind.

He finds her sitting on his bed, her legs tucked under her, the soft hum of her music filling the room as she swipes through her phone. The sight of her, effortlessly beautiful even in the most casual moments, hits him like a wave, sitting in a pile of blankets in his childhood bed like she belongs there. She looks up as he enters, eyes lighting up at the sight of him.

"Hey," she says, her voice as warm and genuine as always as she reaches for him.

Schlatt’s lips curl into a small, exhausted smile, his body sagging slightly with relief. He moves toward her, sitting down beside her and pulling her into a hug. She wraps her arms around him immediately, pressing her face into his chest, not aware of the storm that just passed.

“Everything okay?” she asks, tilting her head up to look at him.

He brushes a strand of hair from her face, his fingers lingering on her soft skin. “Yeah,” he mutters, his voice a little rougher than usual, “it's all sorted.”

She nods, sensing the change in his mood but not pushing him to explain. Her fingers trace small circles on his chest as they sit in comfortable silence for a few moments.

"You know," she says softly, looking up at him again, "you don’t have to defend me like that. I’m perfectly fine with who I am."

Schlatt huffs a small laugh, a bitter edge to it, “I don't like them running their mouths, calling you shallow and shit," he shakes his head, more out of frustration with his siblings than anything else.

She smiles, a soft, understanding look in her eyes. “I know. And I don’t need them to understand. It’s your opinion that matters.”

"All I care about is how you make me feel," he says softly as he pulls her closer, "dolled up or not you're a fucking work of art."

[kinascum]

yeaH SING HO !!!

[pequins]

“you’re mine” ?? absolutely amazing day to be a jealous schlatt truther 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

[littleskeletonprincessss]

I'd like to publicly apologize for ever using the pet name 'Princess' on any of my fics because I hate it thanks

[custardandjam]

good morning! - Jschlatt x gn!Reader

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Masterlist: here

Words: 569

Warnings: implied shorter!reader, and the fact I found this fic from my old wattpad drafts from 2022 - so it’s not all that great

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Schlatt hated to be touched. Obviously not in that sense, but in a more cuddly manner. He wasn't ever overly affectionate and while that hurt your feelings from time to time when you just wanted to cuddle and he'd say no, you were all-in-all fine with it because he was perfectly fine is honoring you with all the kisses you desired and letting you cling to him before sleeping; however you'd always wake up detached from him after he had probably rolled off him to get comfortable for himself.

One morning you had woken up early, around 7am, and couldn't for the life of you get back to sleep. So you got up, throwing the covers off your body and having them land haphazardly between where you and he would sleep, some of the covers on him. You pushed yourself up off the bed and dragged some shorts on after taking off the joggers you fell asleep in, ridding of the jumper you wore and taking the shirt Schlatt had on the day before to wear. The absence of a bra was obvious.

You walked down the stairs quietly, trying to dodge the one squeaky step and then strolling into your kitchen. You turned on a slow, calm playlist through the kitchens Alexa and then began brewing coffee since you knew Schlatt would want some and you were feeling generous.

As you switched the switch on you felt an unfamiliar but not unwanted feeling of his hands on your waist, then moving around your middle until his arms were completely wrapped around your torso. His chest against your shoulder blades- almost your head because of the height difference. At first you were confused as to who was hugging you, knowing Schlatt wasn't this affectionate. Until you felt the kisses on the side of your neck from him.

"Good morning, to you too." You said with a giggle as his face scruff tickled your neck. He hummed as a greeting back, the vibrations making you laugh more. You brought your hand up behind your head and put it gently on his head, your fingers in his hair. "What's got you all affectionate today?"

He didn't say anything, and instead further buried his head into your shirt. Then moved his hands under your shirt leaving his cold palms against your bare skin. "You left me..." He said quietly, his voice was gravelly from just waking up but his accent still prominent.

"What d’you mean?" You asked quietly, dropping your arm from behind your head and turning in his arms. He lifted his head as you spun around,  still leaving his palms flat against your skin; just now your lower back.

"I woke up and you were gone," He said, looking into your eyes. In all the time your had dated and lived together he was always the one to wake up first, or at the same time, so it was confusing when he woke up to you gone completely.

"I didn't wanna wake you up," You said. Reaching your hands up to his face and holding his face between your palms. "You looked pretty cute." You smiled. He just nodded understandingly and then leaned down to kiss you. "Made you coffee," You said after he pulled back.

He grinned and then mumbled "You are the most perfect person ever." before kissing you again.

[bunnie-online]

hypothetically- is there a market for a schlatt x reader x ted nivison threesome???

[yourleastfavoritesimp]

I GOT MY MERCH!! (*>∀<*)

Im not even joking I think this is like the best fitting thing I own? ;-; anyway it's so cool and high quality ><

[rawme-schlatt]

Schlatt who has never truly loved someone before and a reader who has had her heart broken too many times.

He loves her so much his heart aches with it, a physically weight that he carries in his chest. He wants to reach out to her but everytime he lifts his hands, they tremble. What if she doesn't want him? What if he accidentally hurts her too? Schlatt could never liv with himself if he did that to her, so he stays silent. He carries that weight in his chest and he laughs with her, smiles with her, loves her quietly.

[squinch-depraved]

p! link masterlist ✧*̣̩⋆̩☽⋆゜

!!! submissions are open if you have a link you'd like to share !!!

꒰ thank you to everyone who sent stuff for this, i hope to continue adding to it !! ꒱

✦jschlatt:

the one that started it all

sitting on his lap

short but sweet

i could totally see him waking you up like this

he would absolutely film this you can't convince me otherwise

unpaid intern schlatt 1

unpaid intern schlatt 2

vid for this fic

✦ted nivison

him holding you in his lap and playing with you

making him eat you out while you read

just kinda grabbing him

bathroom sex

ted and his stupid little apple watch

✦charlie slimecicle

lazy sex with charlie

slow and romantic

pounding up into you from behind

you cannot tell me he wouldn't be into this

teasing you

jerking him off like this>>>

✦cooper cscoop

this is so cooper coded icl

this is also very cooper coded

buzzcut! cooper coded

this is so fuckin perfect omg

everything about this !!!

✦hasan piker/hasanabi

bulge thread !!

[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 !

[777nicetits]

She leaned back on her chair, legs coming up to her chest as the robotic voice read the most recent donation out loud.

makegatoradethicker sent $10

how is living with schlatt like?

The girl had a sweet smile on her face as she heard the TTS go off. "Thank you for the ten dollars!" She looked up at the camera. "How is living with Schlatt like?" She repeated the question, taking a moment to think about it. "It's pretty nice. He's pretty chill. Jambo and the little guy are definitely the best part of it though."

Her eyes went off to her second monitor, hugging her legs as she read chat.

🜲 brinzioo tell us moreeeee

harriscamm thats it???

🜲 ✪ joliieeee no fun!!!! tell us the teeeaaaa

“The tea? There’s no tea.” She laughed it off. “Okay, I’ll tell you guys this. I…” She paused for a second or two, for the dramatics of it, “Have been on a mission recently. I’ve been trying to make Schlatt eat more vegetables and fruits.”

She chuckled, watching as her chat laughed along with her.

“I already got him to try some little carrot snacks. Which were like, carrot slices with some honey, some chili pepper sprinkled on it and a side of Brazilian style seasoned mayonnaise.” She lifted her right hand closer to the camera, thumb up. “He really liked it! He ate like a full bowl. And, uh, yesterday for dinner I tried a new hidden chicken recipe that my mom sent me and, I don’t think he knows that,” she snickered, hand coming up to her mouth, “There was some broccoli in there, and he ate it all. So,” she shrugged, her lips turning into a straight line, “A win is a win, I guess.”

🜲 ✪ joliieeee omg girl 😭 you make it sound like he’s a little toddler

She laughed loudly at the comment, reading it out loud for the whole stream. “Honestly? He kinda gets my maternal instincts acting up sometimes. Like, he’s not stupid, but sometimes he’ll do something or say something and I’ll be like… ‘My brother in Christ, how’d you get this far?’”

chiklittle schlatt himbo comfirmed?????

🜲 chiquitamalassa KEKW

🜲 christiantryhard did bro just get sonzoned????

✪ jajajeny that is an insane sentence u just said KEKW

🜲 ☯︎︎ ♐︎ ✪ candidcandance when he makes ur maternal instincts act up >>>>

She was having the time of her life reading her chat. The second those words left her mouth she knew it’d get clipped, twitter is about to have a field day with this one.

“Okay guys, enough, enough. He’s gonna be so mad at me, you guys will have me kicked out.”

🜲 ☯︎︎ ♐︎ ✪ candidcandance he’d never kick you out bc that means he’ll have to go back to taking care of himself on his own

That made her chuckle, but her smile was quick to fade once the TTS went off once again.

jschlatt donated $100

I can’t believe you put broccoli in my food, mommy. I’ve

never felt so betrayed in my whole life.

She faced the camera, making direct eye contact with the lens as she tried her best to keep a straight face, failing miserably. She didn’t even wanted to look at chat right now. And even if she did, she wouldn’t be able to make anything out by how fast it was going.

“Mods, ban this weirdo!”

tried something here, ngl i really like it.

[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."