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rabbitsrams · 7 months

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rewatching this sleep deprived video where schlatt keeps talking about tits so i will actually post this thing i wrote when i saw it initially

@light-blue-lace hey im posting it after weeks

nsfw under the cut, minors dni, 18+ only.

so one day you’re just chilling on the couch doing nothing when schlatt randomly asks you:

"can i see your tits?"

you're a bit surprised at how blunt he was being. "uh... why?"

"because."

"uh..."

"please?"

"um, okay." you lift your shirt, thankful you weren't wearing a bra. he looks at them for about 30 seconds, humming in approval and touching them for a bit. after he's done, he removes his hands and you put the shirt back down.

"thanks toots."

"uh huh, no problem..." you're a little confused but frankly quite aroused. like... he's seen them MANY times before. but there was something about him having the urge to see them in a normal mundane setting that was exciting. and him having that same reaction every time.

then he starts to do it more often.

always just straight up asking to see your tits and you always say yes, lifting your shirt and letting him see them.

then you start to walk around the house with smaller and tighter shirts that really show them off and he just loves it.

then one day you spice it up even more and just. walk around shirtless.

and he’s got his hands on them for hours. he just loves how pretty your tits are.

one of them is slightly bigger than the other and he just is absolutely fixated. loves them so much.

sitting on his lap as he edits and they're just in his face and he keeps getting distracted but he doesn't even care 'cause he "just wanted to see some fuckin' titties today."

also sending so many pics of them while he’s away and him saving every single one of them to use for... later...

bonus: so he's recording a drawing game (gartic, skribbl, etc.) for sleep deprived and one of the prompts is just. tits.

so he leaves the room to ask you if he can use yours as a reference (of course you say yes, you know it's just an excuse for him to see them but you don't even care).

the drawing turns out like really good and the boys are like WHOAAAA.....

one of them was like "what was your reference ain't no way you did that from memory" and he just straight up says:

"my girlfriend."

that's how your relationship was revealed lol

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writingduhh · 6 months

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Being Jschlatts S/O Includes (Hc) …

Shout out to my babe @lvrj4mie for the amazing ideas ILY POOKIE

Pairing: Schlatt x Y/n

Type: Fluff

▷ He’s very protective over you. Not in an unhealthy “you can’t leave” way, more of a “if anyone hurts you they’re dead” way.

▷ You have a drawer of your things at his place. After you began dating and practically spent every day at his house, he insisted that you keep a drawer of your belongings at his place.

▷ Receiving occasional bursts of affection from him. It's as if he can't contain his love and excitement, especially during those moments when he's feeling particularly affectionate. You could be sitting on the couch and he’ll just immediately smother you and attack your face with kisses… not that you mind.

▷ Definitely the Black Cat x Golden Retriever couple trope.

▷ Schlatt can be a chaotic and unpredictable character, but you're there to provide stability and calm in his life. You help balance his hectic lifestyle and remind him to take care of himself. You’re the calm in his storm.

▷ Despite his tough guy exterior, he's rather tender-hearted, especially when it comes to you.

▷ Spoils the shit out of you. Whatever you want he gets, even though you insist he doesn’t need to get you anything/you don’t want anything. He does it anyways.

▷ Introvert and Extrovert Balance. If Schlatt leans toward extroversion and you are more of an introvert (or vice Versa), you find a harmonious balance. He brings you out of your shell, and you provide him with moments of quiet reflection.

▷ Stealing his hoodies/shirts.

"Hey, toots, have you seen my..." Schlatt's words trailed off as he caught sight of you comfortably seated on the couch, wearing his oversized hoodie while engrossed in your game. Due to his substantial stature, his clothes practically swamped you, with sleeves rolled up twice for a better fit.

"Is that my hoodie?" he asked, a playful smirk on his face.

You nodded, a hint of mischief in your eyes. "Yeah, it is. I can take it off if you don't want me to wear it."

He shook his head, a fond smile spreading across his face. "No, no, it's okay. You look good in my clothes." He wrapped his arms around your shoulders and leaned in, planting a tender kiss on your neck.

▷ He has so many nicknames for you. Toots (obviously), sweetheart, babe, I could also definitely see him call his partner pet.

▷ Comfort in silence. Whether you’re watching him edit, gaming in the same room, or simply sitting together silently on the couch, you didn’t need words to communicate. There's a comfortable silence that speaks volumes about your connection and comfort with each other.

▷ His cats absolutely ADORE you… Maybe more than him.

▷ Late night food runs. Due to the nature of his job, Schlatt has a lot of late nights editing videos or planning future projects. On those particularly stressful nights, which is often, you like to suggest a late night food run to clear his mind. He always agrees as it’s an excuse to spend some quality time with you… and get food.

▷ You shamelessly tease him in a playful manner, fully aware that you can get away with it.

▷ Contrary to popular opinion I think he’s quite affectionate, at least behind closed doors. He’s always got a hand on your thigh, laying on your chest, or some sort of touch.

▷ You’re definitely ‘Those pet parents’ with Jambo and Burnt soup. They’re basically like your children, making you the perfect happy family.

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titishq · 2 months

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Fratboy!Jschlatt - Headcanons

⤷ pairing: fratboy!jschlatt x gn!reader

contains: swearing , mention of bimbos— , mentions of partying & drinking , angst if you squint , overwhelming toothrotting fluff

summary: headcanons of fratboy!jschlatt falling for you & your relationship!!<3

⋆ jay thinks he’s the biggest and toughest person, but in reality he’s a total softie.

⋆ he hates when he finds himself falling for someone that isn’t a stereotypical ‘bubble headed blonde bimbo’, meaning he’ll actually have to try to get noticed by them. he especially hates when he found himself falling for you.

⋆ you were just some nerd compared to him, you didn’t care for sports, you didn’t show up to parties or games, you were just focused on your studies and graduating college—!

⋆ at first he started annoying you; throwing papers on your desk, bumping into you, knocking your bag over. when he finally got a reaction from you, he was over the moon, even if you essentially told him to ‘fuck off’.

“jesus christ, jonathan! fuck off, you’re so annoying!” you groaned and grabbed the piece of paper he threw at you, looking back at him and tossed it right back. you didn’t understand why he was smiling so much at you.

“thanks, sweetheart.” he smiled and grabbed the paper, un-crubbling it to see the small note he had written for you, one asking you on a date. he couldn’t help but feel a little sad that you didn’t notice, but he knew one day you’d realize what the papers meant.

⋆ the second you started giving him attention, he was using it to his advantage. moving into bright colored sticky notes so they’d pop out on the brown desk, if they stuck to your black bag it was obvious he was messing with you.

⋆ he’ll follow you around the school when he can, making excuses like he’s simply going to class or lunch, but in reality he’s just attempting to admire you.

⋆ be purposely started failing the class you had together so the teacher would force you to help him, causing the two of you to become closer somewhat, but you were still insanely annoyed by him.

⋆ he would act so dumb when you point out an obvious answer, looking at you with big doe eyes in an attempt to get you to just give in and kiss him already; but we all know that’s not gonna happen (yet).

⋆ he starts inviting you to parties, not surprised when you decline his offers at first, but after so many times you give in and show up to a overcrowded frat hour at 12 AM.

“jay, what the hell?” you looked at him with a worried expression, seeing him already downing shots in the kitchen with his friends, who were busy hyping him up. he looked up at you with a soft gaze, approaching you and leaning down to whisper in your ear. “just have fun, toots. let loose a little.”

he had convinced you to have one shot of pure vodka some kid has gotten his hands on, the liquid burned going down, causing you to gag and reach for the nearest soda, which just so happen to be jay’s. you snatched it from his hand, drinking it quickly to get rid of the taste. “god, that was disgusting!” you didn’t even realize he was staring at your lips, thinking about how you technically kissed because your lips touched the same spot of the fan.

⋆ this boy can’t let it go. the sight of you at that party will forever be embedded in his brain. he had managed to get a picture of you with a wide smile on your face, his arm around your waist, and his lips making contact with your temple. which that picture was now his lock screen.

⋆ the first time you caught a glimpse of the picture, your face became red. he tried to ignore it, but simply couldn’t, finally giving in to ask you on a date.

⋆ he went on a whole rant about how much he liked you and how pretty he thought you were, his own face becoming flush as he waited for you to say something—anything!

⋆ of course when you said you felt the same, he practically lost his mind! this beautiful person he had been crushing on for months, liked him back?? it was unbelievable!

⋆ he was a little afraid to tell him frat bros at first, but was happy when they were cool with it, and even let him invite you over occasionally.

⋆ you had grown lowkey close with his best friend, ted, the two of you ganging up on jay occasionally and making fun of him.

⋆ for anniversaries he begs ted to help him set up stuff for you, it’s small at first, but as the numbers and amount of time get bigger, the more insane the date was!

“jay, where are you?” you called out into the empty frat house, furrowing your brows at the fact the lights weren’t on and most people were probably asleep, forcing you to use your phone flashlight to not wake anyone. you made your way to his room, slowly creaking the door open, being greeted by the entire frat house shooting confetti poppers at you and screaming their heads off.

“jesus! what are you guys doing?” you pushed the confetti out of your face, looking up to see jay holding up a bouquet and a poster reading out ‘happy 1 year!’. you could feel the blush rising to your face, smiling widely and rushed into his arms, earning a kiss on the head and him mumbling against your hair. “i love you, sweetheart.”

⋆ by the time you two graduated together, everyone was fully convinced you were gonna get married. even professors knew you two were dating, some purposely seating you two far apart so you wouldn’t be all up on one another— even though you weren’t.

⋆ he had bought you a necklace for graduation, one that matched a ring he wore on his ring finger. the entire time he was waiting for your name to be announced, a wide smile on his lips as he finally heard it, probably being the loudest to clap and cheer.

⋆ after your friends all met up with each other, you tucked under his arm and his hand rubbing your side. he occasionally placed a kiss on your forehead, mumbling against your skin about how he was so proud of you and how much he loved you.

⋆ of course— you moved in with each other, living in the same apartment complex as some of his buddies, where all of you would often meet up and hold small parties, just like the ones in college.

tags: @teddysboy , @riverwritez , @asterjaxx , @luv4luci

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pray4saint · 8 months

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schlatt had to remind himself every day, every night, and every time he saw you that the two of you were nothing more than friends.

we're just friends, he'd think while you'd cuddled up to him during a movie at his place. we're just friends, he'd repeat in his head when you slept in his bed despite him having a guest room. we're nothing more than friends, he'd let the words bounce around his head when you kissed cheek, and his forehead, and occasionally his lips.

here you were again before him, crying into his shoulder. your arms were wrapped tight around his neck, legs on either side of him while you sat on his lap in the living room. he listened to your cries and complaints and sobs, rubbing soothing circles into your back, under your shirt. he cooed at you and shushed you. ”she didn't deserve you y/n, you've gotta know that.”

he pressed a short kiss atop your head, rocking you side to side in his lap, much like one would a baby. still, the tears poured from your eyes. ”no use wastin' your pretty tears on her.” it really did break his heart to see you hurting over anyone, much less someone who claimed to be your friend, especially when he treated you so much better. we're just friends. but it was true, you both knew it, that he'd make a much better boyfriend as shown by how close the two of you already were. he'd even a wonderful husband one day, and you knew his spouse would be the luckiest person in the world. we're just friends. the unspoken words seem to stop him from saying anything else, anything he really wanted to tell you.

then you pulled your head up from his tear-soaked shirt, looking at him with this frown that just made him hurt. your eyes were puffy and your cheeks were red and you were sniffling horribly, but even as he looked up at you like this, you were so pretty. his lips parted as he took in how you looked above him, and your eyes flicked between his bright irises and his lips, that looked oh so soft. slowly, you leaned in, pressing a gentle, short, sweet kiss to his lips. you couldn't see how his pupils dilated or how his free hand tensed close to your thigh. he couldn't help but want more. we're just friends. right. and if you weren't friends, you wouldn't be here, in his lap, staining his shirt, letting him see you a mess, letting his hands over your skin, kissing him. if you weren't friends, there'd be someone else having you as he did. for now, being friends would have to be enough for him.

his lips pulled up into a smile, as if you didn't just kiss him. ”how about, we make some popcorn and then watch a movie in my room, hm? you can get some rest and i can keep an eye on you.” if it had been anyone else, you would've gotten up and left, but it was schlatt, and he was a good friend. with a sniffle, you nodded a yes to him.

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espresso-lessdepresso · 9 months

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*.✧500 follower fluff event✧.*

Fluff Alphabet 2.0 HC: abcd, efgh, ijkl, mnop, qrst, uvwx, yz

A - Apprehensive — How apprehensive is he when he falls for someone? How long does it take for him to open up?

Schlatt had never expected to harbour feelings for you. You were his friend, someone he got comfortable with after knowing for a long period of time. You were the person he would talk to and text at the most random times of the day about even more random topics. Messing with you and bullying you slowly turned into friendly flirting, calling you 'sweetheart' and 'darling' on the occasional discord call. And him forgetting how to speak if you use his own tactics against him, calling him 'sweetheart' and 'handsome', noticing the red crawling up his neck and ears and eventually his face. He would throw the most absurd innuendoes at you because you rolled with it, even firing some back at him to keep up the back-and-forth banter. It was all done so effortlessly, he didn't think too deeply about it. Not until he had to come to terms with what his actual feelings for you were, and why you were the last person he thought about before going to bed and the first person when he'd blink his eyes open in the morning.

But as soon as he would come to accept that maybe he likes you more than just a friend, he could not help but think of all the ways it could go downhill. Sure, he believed that you should always shoot your shot, but at the same time, somewhat hypocritical of him, he doesn't want to lose you or create any awkwardness between the two of you. Not only that, it's simply so easy to have a pessimistic outlook these days, and with how the internet is, anxiety would creep up on him when he would think about how you two would navigate the relationship-- thinking all this before even confessing. There would also that small cynical part of him that doubts if you would truly like him back.

Though he was apprehensive about having a relationship with you, all the negative thoughts and anxieties looming over his head like a dark cloud, he could not let those thoughts push away someone so dear to him. Likewise, he could not let some nerds on the internet scare him and affect this part of his life. Countless late-night calls would be held between the trio, Ted, Charlie and himself, just talking about all the things he could and should do. Since the other two are already in a somewhat public relationship, they'd have ample advice for him along with his own ideas on how to go about it. Hearing one of them offhandedly say, "...take too long and someone else might swoop in and take them." might ignite a new sense of urgency in him.

B - Backrubs— Does he like getting backrubs or massages from his partner after a stressful day? And does he reciprocate?

Schlatt is a big guy, standing 6'3 and towering over almost every person he meets. He has already mentioned multiple times about how his back is always hurting. Now pair that with a day loaded with work and being hunched over his desk. The awful posture would surely strain his spin along with his shoulders and neck. You would hear him groan and wince every now and then when he is seating himself next to you or getting up to grab some water. When you would offer him a back rub or massage, he wouldn't be able to decline. "Oh honey, you don't have to do that..." but he'd already be craning his head to the side as your hands would press on the nape of his neck, applying enough pressure to release some of that stress stored in his muscles.

When you would sit next to him or hold him and rub the length of his back, an odd but relaxing sense of relief would wash over him. Difficult to describe- it's entirely and wholly comforting. The feeling of your palm caressing up and down his back, or side to side on his shoulders, occasionally dipping past the hem or neckline of his shirt to feel the soft and warm skin underneath. Your fingertips would raise goosebumps and he would hum, the touch making him feel simply satisfied-- happily content to have someone like you to share these tender moments with. It's a rather small but important act of affection.

Schlatt, him and his big ol'hands-- look like they would give such amazing massages and backrubs. He kind of wouldn't know what he's doing the first time, treating you a bit like how he would treat Jambo and hoping you feel somewhat relaxed. It's the thought that counts, right? So you might have to direct him where to put pressure. He also seems like the type to watch videos on how to properly give a massage after the first time.

When you would be glued to your desk, Schlatt would be the one to come over quietly, placing something to eat on your desk and asking you when you'd be finished with work. As he's talking to you in a low voice, careful not to disturb the focused atmosphere of the office, his large hands are on the balls of your shoulders, squeezing gently and working their way down your arms.

When you both would be laying down on the bed or on the couch, your back flush against his chest, almost absentmindedly his hand would start rubbing circles or squeezing you along your hips and waist, slowly moving towards the base of your back. He would run his thumb up and down the curve of your spine, being anything but surprised if you'd fallen asleep because of him.

C - Camera — Does he take pictures of you or you two together? What does his gallery look like after being with him?

Not too many, but enough to see your face pass by with every scroll of his thumb. Perhaps in the beginning, he held back from taking any pictures. Since he wasn't too comfortable with having a camera angled towards him, he would probably not pull out his phone often for that matter. He is also a pretty private person, not the type to whip out his phone at every moment, but once you two break the ice that comes with dating, pictures of you would slowly start to take up a majority of his camera roll. A smaller majority compared to Jambo that is.

There would be pictures of you two together—one where your faces are smooshed against each other's and it takes over the entire frame. Your hand can be seen pressing his face closer by the chin, his eyes squinting as he tries to hide his smile, pretending to be annoyed; one where you're both dressed up for a date, where he's a bit reluctant about being in the picture with you but when you lean your head against his chest and he sees how perfect you two look next to each other, he happily complies; one where he's fallen asleep on you and you open the camera on his phone to take a picture of the precious moment, his face pressed against your neck and your fingers lazily in his hair.

There would be solo shots of you, one where you asked him to take a picture of the sky and its changing colours, but instead, he takes the picture with you against the sunset. It would always makes him lose his train of thought when he would look back at it. There are ones where you're in his hoodie or covering your face with one of his hats. And the ones of you where you're in the kitchen with him, covered in the aftermath of his foolery, white flower on your head trailing all the way down to your pants. Whenever you would look at that picture, you'd be pulled back to that moment and remember his shit-eating grin as he was taking out his phone to take the picture.

And of course, he would have a special album for all the blackmail material against you. The sequence of pictures where Schlatt caught you in your not-so-finest moments which are then followed by half-blurry pictures where you chase after him or grab his phone out of his hands, a failed attempt at deleting the pictures because he locked his phone at lightening speed.

There would be a picture he would hold so close to his heart that he might even consider having it printed and framed for his desk or wallet. It is would be heartwarming picture of you and the two cats, all curled up on the couch fast asleep. He would take quite a few different angles but his favourite is the top-down view, fully capturing the moment. You're wrapped up in a soft throw blanket, Jambo under your arm and the black cat curled by your lap laying on top of the blanket. He would be just smiling to himself like a goof whenever he'd be looking at the picture.

D - Date Night — How do dates with him usually go? Are they fancy and romantic or more casual and fun? [This is different from the previous one, which was first date]

The usual dates would be casual and laid back. You would get off of work and Schlatt would pick you up from your place or you would agree to meet up at the restaurant. A hug, a kiss on your cheek, then you'd be walking towards your table. Dinner and drinks with quiet conversations between you two as he would reach across the table to hold your hand. And if you two were sitting on the same side of the booth, he would put his arm around your shoulders. Sure, you two might have already had dessert but why not get some ice cream and drive around a bit after that?

And there would be some casual dates that would be more than just going out to eat. Sometimes it would be going to the arcades or amusement parks, where one of you would beg the other not to on the scary rollercoasters or thrill rides, but would end up going anyways. And one of you would be screaming at the top of your lungs while the other would somehow manage to laugh and enjoy the ride. Schlatt might not be able to win against the crane games, "They're all fucking rigged I tell you." but he would be able to get you one of those tall stuffed teddy bears. His skilful shooting and aim would come in full use as he would knock down all the cans or pop all the balloons with the toy rifle, all while a cocky grin would be plastered on his face.

It would be nice to go out on more romantic dates every once in a while. Seeing you all dressed up would make him ditch the hoodie for something more classy like a freshly ironed button-down shirt with dress pants [black button-down schlatt I repeat black button-down schlatt]. He would try to make these romantic and fancy dates unique and memorable from the others. One time it would be on the top story floor with the entire city as its view, another time it would be something more extravagant. He would want to make each date better than the last one, wanting to see that smile and surprise painted on your face. But he would also tier himself out, trying to figure out what the next date should be and instead stressing himself out.

At moments like these, you would suggest having a more simple date night, like the ones you had at the beginning of your relationship. Movie or game night dates with [an attempt at] a homecooked meal. The alcohol would already be buzzing in your head, bringing a warm red blush on Schlatt, as you would figure out what to cook together. When the food is on the stove, Schlatt's arms would be wrapped around your waist, hugging you from the back. His hands would slide to your hips and slowly sway you to the tunes playing in the background. With another sip of his liquid courage, he'd be more daring in his steps, bringing you out to the open area of the kitchen. A soft smile would set on his face as he would twirl you and try to gracefully dip you with one arm holding the small of your back, before pulling you back up to meet his lips.

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samantha-rae-velcher · 6 months

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Frozen Treat

Jschlatt x Fem reader

Requested by: none

Warnings: Smut! Swearing, teasing.

A/n: 18+ NSFW! If you don't like the warnings please don't read! PLEASE KEEP MY COMMENT SECTION AGGRESSION FREE!

Tag: @goldenstarofthunderclan ❤️

@ogelizasoot 🩷 @youngcreatorlady 💜

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Y/n and Schlatt were in their kitchen filming themselves making different flavors of ice cream, when she pulled out a bottle of Gatorade.

"Fruit punch Gatorade!" She cheered. "This is gonna be the first item and flavor of ice cream.

"Gatorade?"

"Yeah, baby. I didn't wanna go too crazy on the first one, like you and Ted did with the fuckin Cheeto dust. And no snorting this, I don't have a crisp twenty on me,"

They pulled out the Ice cream maker and a bowl, Y/ n poured in the heavy cream, Gatorade, Sugar, and egg yolks. She mixed it together and poured it into the ice cream maker, clicking the power button.

"How long did you guys have it in there?" She asked.

"About an hour."

Y/n rested her elbows on the counter and leaned on it, Schlatt stepped behind her and wrapped his arms around her stomach, pressing gentle kisses to her neck.

"I have an idea on how to pass that time." He whispered, his hand running down between her thighs.

"Not now, J."

"What?" He asked. "Since when do you say no to me?

Y/n tumed around, pressing both hands against his chest, "We're filming, not fucking,"

"I can edit it out."

"Nooo!" She said in a sarcastic tone. "I thought you'd fuck me on the counter, then leave it in."

Schlatt chuckled, watching her step past him and go into the livingroom. He took one last look at the ice cream before fallowing her, they plopped down onto the couch and snuggled together. Schlatt turned on the TV and switched it to something they both felt like watching. A devious smirk spread over Y/n's face as her hand slowly made it's way across his thigh, and down to his cock. She began palming him through his sweats before he took her hand. moving it away and holding it against his chest.

"We're filming not fucking, remember?" He asked.

Y/n looked around, "Do you see a camera facing us."

Schlatt smiled, leaning close so his lips were touching her ear. "You're gonna regret pushing me away in the kitchen."

His words sent a shiver down her spine, causing her to blush and snuggle her face into his neck.

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1hr later

"Well we're back!" Y/n said, scooping ice cream into two bowls. "And it's done...I think, it sure looks done."

Schlatt sat on his stool next to her and grabbed one of the bowls, "Let's see what this tastes like. By the way, she picked Gatorade.

"Yeah, it's better than fuckin spinach and hot Cheetos!"

Schlatt nodded, taking a spoon full of ice cream and savoring the flavor once it was in his mouth.

Y/n shrugged, setting down her bowl.

"It's good. It wouldn't be my go-to. I like that it's not over powered with flavor."

Schlatt nodded again, "Yeah, it's alright. Nothing special."

"Now you pick a flavor."

He closed his eyes and pulled a paper bag out from under the sink, taking the new flavor out. The two of them groaned when they saw it was chicken seasoning from ramen.

This is gonna be fuckin gross." Schlatt said.

"You never know till you try it."

Y/n grabbed the large bowl off the counter and brought it over to the sink. As she began to rinse it off, Schlatt stepped behind her and slid his hands up her sides, making his way to her breasts.

Y/n whimpered when she felt his thumb brush against her nipple, and his lips trail hot kisses down her neck.

"Babe-"

"You tell me to stop and I'll bring you upstairs, tie you to the bed and fuck you till you cry."

"...Stop"

Schlatt pulled away, grabbing her arm and taking her upstairs. Y/n let him push her onto the bed, tie her down and watched as he began unbuckling his belt.

"You didn't wear a bra, full knowing i'd touch you. You wanted this to happen, didn't you?"

Y/n simply bit her lip and kept watching as he slid his belt from its loops, wrapping it around her neck so it was not too tight and not too loose.

Schlatt smirked, pulling her forward with the belt.

"I asked you a question, pretty girl." He whispered.

"Yes, daddy. I wanted you to touch me."

A shiver ran down her spine as Schlatt slid his hand up her shirt and cupped her breast, rolling her nipple between his thumb and finger.

"Yeah, you like that huh?" He whispered, watching as arched her back into his touch.

Schlatt pushed her back against the bed, climbing on top of her and pulling his cock from his jeans. He leaned closer, his lips nearly touching her ear and he rubbed his cock against her thigh.

"You want this, baby girl?"

"Mhm...y-yes please."

"What nice manners for such a pretty little whore."

Schlatt pulled her shorts and panties down he legs and threw them across the room, he lined himself up with her entrance and planted a kiss against her jaw.

"Hold on to me, baby."

Y/n wrapped her arms around his neck, feeling him push in and immediately begin thrusting hard. Schlatt held the back of her neck as her head was buried in his shoulder, the sound of her whimper everytime he hit that special spot drove him crazy.

"Fuck, you're so tight." He growled.

Schlatt suddenly flipped her over, pressing her head down into the mattress. He pushed back in and pulled on the belt that was still buckled around her neck.

"You like that, princess? You like it when daddy uses this little pussy?"

"M-mhm."

"Lemme hear you say it." He whispered.

"Y-yes, daddy. You fuck me so well."

An arrogant smirk spread over his face as he took out his phone, he when to messages and clicked on Ted's name. Schlatt turned on the voice recorder as his hand slid under her and began rubbing her clit.

"You want me to go harder?" He asked.

Y/n was nearly sobbing at how ruthless his thrusts were, it felt so damn good that she could barely speak.

"I- fuck, J. Y-yes I need more, p-please don't stop."

Schlatt chuckled, his pace speeding up. The phone picking up the slap of skin on skin, Y/n's moans and Schlatt's grunts.

He clicked send, waiting for Ted to reply.

___

Ted was sitting on the couch, munching popcorn and watching TV. His phone binged and without hesitation, he picked it up and clicked play on the voice message.

"You want me to go harder?"

Schlatt's voice asked, fallowed by Y/n moaning. Ted's jaw dropped when he heard just how fast Schlatt was going, his imagination running wild and wondering what she looks like, tears running down her face and her body shaking from overstimulation.

He started thinking of what to say back...

___

"She sounds so pretty." Ted texted.

Schlatt could feel his orgasm approaching, his legs started to shake and his thrust became sloppy.

Y/n cried out as her liquid ran down his cock, pushing him over the edge right after her. He collapsed on top of her, burying his face in her neck.

"You're so beautiful, baby girl." He whispered, peppering her neck in soft kisses.

Y/n wrapped her arms around him, both of them trying to catch their breath.

"J."

"Mhm?"

"W-who did you send that to?"

Schlatt chuckled, pressing a wet kiss to her collarbone. "What are you talking about?"

"It was Ted wasn't it?"

He smirked sucking a dark spot into her skin, making Y/n moan.

"Yeah, he says you sound pretty."

"J, we have to get back to the video." Y/n's voice came out shaky, the feeling of his lips trailing feather light kisses down her stomach made her shiver.

"It can wait, princess. Daddy just wants to taste you."

THE END ❤️

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Hi! I just started following you and oh my god you JSchlatt fics are so good, I can’t get enough!!! If you’re taking requests right now, I’d like to ask for a little protective Schlatt! With the internet being what it is, I can imagine that maybe it wouldn’t be to kind to Schlatt’s SO. Or maybe you might have another scenario in mind? Again, thank you so much for all your writing, it makes my day!!! ❤️

i will shoot you dead ; (irl) schlatt x reader

summary : he couldn't give a shit what people say about him; what actually irritates him is when those assholes involve people that have nothing to do with whatever they're bullshitting about. he's made it a point not to involve his personal life, but when it gets leaked and his s/o gets targeted; he isn't fucking happy.

info : swearing, protective schlatt, pet names, she/her, afab reader, mentions of harassment and death threats, and fluff.

a/n : this was such a good idea i couldn't pass up ah, thank you so much for enjoying ! i am and attempting to post around every two/three days but school is just starting so i'm unsure how well i'll manage. to everyone else that requested, still working on it so apologizes that they are semi-late ! hope this also lives up to your expectations.

Being rich at twenty-three was a blessing and a curse, since he acquired all his wealth from being an Internet personality so to speak. Having what should have been a hobby bare so much fruit wasn't without its issues, and the drawback was most definitely the fame. People in his business, attempting to figure out his name and address, outraged from jokes and pretending that they understand him to a personal level; he was grateful for the normal ones, but one outspoken psycho made him rethink all his life choices.

It was never the audience's right to know or interact with his private life, to the creators that do let their fans have that window into their life was a privilege, not a right. So he never did tell anyone past his close circle of friends of his lover, Y/n, a blue collared worker not high up within her company but making good money to be independent. To Schlatt, she was his own little slice of heaven, always giving him the right kind of realistic advice while could always acknowledge and take in account his own feelings.

To some: she might be considered perfectly average, but he saw beyond the rest, she was more than just a pretty face anyways. He adored her ambition to work her hardest and larger than life aspirations. Despite knowing of the kind of money her boyfriend possessed, she never dared asked for a penny; he appreciated that she wanted her own individual success that came from her and not from outside sources. Being that she was also probably one of the most appreciate human beings he's ever had the chance to meet just added to her charm; she never let him so much as pay for a coffee without him hearing a thousand and one thank yous. She was his to love and adore, no one else should have been mixed up in their lives.

She had absolutely zero internet presence, and he liked it that way. Since she wasn't big into the public sphere she wouldn't be caught up in all the bullshit that followed him. Many people despised him despite not having spoken to or even knowing him beyond his flamboyant internet persona; it was fucking stupid, usually they never really bothered him no matter how much they so desperately wanted to cancel him and throw him off the internet. That's where he thought it ended, they despised him, they couldn't logically harass people that possible know him, right? Wrong.

'uh, schlatt? I'm getting a lot of emails about you coming to my work email. Did you tell people about my job or anything?'

Being that for almost the past decade most if not all of his friends had taken to calling him by his last name it eventually became used more or less so by everyone in his life more than his real one. It wasn't that his girlfriend didn't know his name or hadn't asked, she also enjoyed the sound of it and ended up being the default thing she'd call him.

The text itself was unusual, he wasn't even sure if he knew her work email let alone tell it to other people.

'What? No. I don't even know your email. What are they saying?'

'I have it in my LinkedIn profile, they're asking what's my relationship to you. Some are threatening to message my higher-ups claiming I'm a racist? They keep linking me back to Twitter. I can't work when my important emails are drowned out in this. I had one threatening to come where I work and hurt me.'

'Listen, sweetheart, I'm so sorry I really didn't think that they'd find you. I'll do my best to fix this, I'll come pick you up from work today too so don't leave the building until I arrive.'

A spark of rage ignited from within him, he was sure to be careful about not revealing her identity or even mentioning much about her. He knew how bad these people could get and how low they would stoop because they had no lives and just wanted to get the better of him; he wanted to protect her and now all he felt like was a failure. He was quick to log into Twitter and type in 'Jschlatt Girlfriend' and it was almost immediate that he found the thread of the asshole that went as far as to dox him and figure out who and where Y/n was. "He is a bad person that deserves all the things coming to him." It was written with such conviction, as if dragging unrelated people into a stupid ass controversy about another testing-the-line joke he told. He didn't care what they did to him, but threatening to hurt those closest to him struck a nerve that made him want to do some... Fairly illegal things to these people.

So he hoped that most people had some common sense left, screen shotted the thread and the text from his lover and was quick to make a comment about it.

Say whatever the fuck you want about me. But actively try to dox and threaten my girlfriend when she has nothing to do with any of this bullshit online and I will shoot you dead. Fuck you.

He knew these saggy fuckers wouldn't dare try anything, not when they'd know he'd be right there waiting for them. Was he serious when he said he'd shoot them dead? Only half so. He wasn't scared to use the firearm that he kept at home for protection, and neither was he scared to do what he needed to for the sake of protecting the only bright spot in his life. She didn't deserve this. He knew the hate for him could get damn strong, and who knows who amongst them would be crazy enough to act on those words. He wasn't going to test it and he would clearly set the boundary; don't fuck with him in real life, or you have to deal with him in real life.

It can be said he was not in a good mood as he waited outside the glass skyscraper building for his girl, since the few hours that he tweeted out about the situation public opinion turned more into his favour. Although he still had those that were adamant that he was said bad person, vast majority agreed that the original poster of her information was the biggest asshole. The thread was deleted but he saved all the screenshots and had the username burned into his mind, may god save that asshole's soul should Schlatt ever get his hands on him.

Once he saw her exiting the azure-tinted building he was quick to slip his phone into his pocket and get out of the car, running up to the door to greet her. A sheepish smile graced her lips as she gave him a soft wave, he noticed how she wore his favourite blazer and skirt set and how gorgeous she looked in it, but a more important question left his lips first. "Are you okay?" A worried one captured her features, "yeah I am, you look so stressed out. I'm sorry if I worried you." He shook his head and took hold of the hand that reached up to cup his face, "don't apologize, if anything I should. Being involved with me got you in this." A sympathetic look flashed her features as he walked side-by-side with her, a soft smile growing to her own face.

"Don't beat yourself up about it, I reported it to HR and although it took a while to explain they made sure to notify security about it and I had one guy follow me around when I went out for lunch, he was nice about it too. I had to ask help how to set it so they'd all go to spam but we worked it out eventually. So, please, don't worry too much; I'll be okay I promise." He looked down to see her reassuring smile, he knew she'd worry more over him than her own safety. He knew working himself up was an overreaction, he doubted anything would happen; but should something do he wouldn't ever forgive himself. "So, don't shoot anyone?" His eyebrows shot up at this, "you saw my tweet?" Last time he checked this girl had an issue figuring out how to change her profile picture on instagram.

"Well, other people did. A lot of people caught wind that I was getting death threats so I ended up having to explain who you were and they found your Twitter. Please uh, don't kill anyone on my behalf?" An airy chuckle left him, as he knelt down to kiss her temple, "and leave you behind to go to jail, toots? You're gonna have to try harder than that if you want to get rid of me." Seeing his ease and cheeky grin come about, a sense of relief washed over her. "So then, you wanna go out to–" "no." "Huh, why?"

She separated from him for just a moment so she could get into the passenger's side of the car. "We can go out when this whole thing blows over. Until then I don't want you running out of sight." It may have sounded slightly demanding, but she knew that his anxiety must have been through the roof; overthinking was one of his flaws that they worked through together. It wasn't like it was all that big of a deal, chilling out at the apartment sounded just as nice. "Movie night then?" Her enthusiasm was infectious that he couldn't help but break a smile. "Yes, please."

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