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spookitapes · 11 months

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faking an orgasm w/ chuckle sandwich (100 followers special)

summary | rip that pussy fr. you fake an orgasm and must pay the prices for ur actions bro. praying ur coochie survives tbh...

pairing | jschlatt x fem!reader , ted nivision x fem!reader, charlie slimecicle x fem!reader

warnings/cw | smut, overstimulation, edging, doggy style, fingering, rough sex, humiliation, degradation, fucking while on ft, bathroom sex, spanking, mean!ted, sucking balls bc I'm nasty, male masturbation, panties used as binds, orgasm denial, etc.

word count | 4k

!! 18+ MINORS DNI !!

a/n: sorry this is late guys i had some family emergencies !! buuut it's finally here !! i was gonna make it longer, but ill make up for it with more soon :))) hope you ennjooyyy !! (AND AGAIN THANK YOU FOR 100 AHHHH)

not proofread, sorry for any mistakes !!

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↳˗ˏˋ jschlatt ˊˎ˗ ↴

the clock on the living room shelf reads 3:15am. you can barely make it out from your current position; face smushed into the couch cushions with your ass in the air. schlatt's got a hand on your back, forcing the arch deeper as he watches himself disappear into your pussy.

"please go f-faster !"

"only after you cum for me, doll..you know the deal."

there's a hint of a smile in his tone, and it pisses you off. he's been gone for 3 1/2 weeks and this is how he treats you when he gets back? you always make fun of him for being impatient...but now he's proving you wrong in the cruelest of ways. he surprised you a week earlier than planned, snuck up on you while you took your morning shower. you were so lost in your own world you didn't notice the door reopening & closing, or the sound of his clothes hitting the floor..you definitely didn't notice the sound of the shower door, because it made your heart fall out of your ass when you felt arms wrap around your naked waist.

"it's just me, sweetheart," rung out in that deep ny accent you're become accustomed to.

you turned around in his arms, swatting attacks on his chest. your smile shining even as you tried to hold up the annoyed front. he looked at you with so much love and admiration it almost made you feel bad as you went to scold him, "what the hell, jay! you scar-"

but he cut you off with a passionate kiss. weeks worth of missing you all wrapped up into it. from the way he traced figure 8's on your hip, to the other hand that left to cradle your face..you could feel it all pouring out of him. but the second your arms wrapped around his neck to deepen it, he pulled away with that signature 'up to no good' smirk of his plastered on that mother fucking face.

"come on, babe. we gotta hurry so you can open your early gifts."

so he kissed your forehead and continued the shower like normal..he let you wash his hair like always and even let you do your skin routine on him. he made breakfast with you while wearing matching face masks, and after you ate he made you open the gifts he got you while away...well most of them.

and when you tried to show him your thanks in the form of getting on your knees...he stopped you. "I wasn't suppose to be back for a whole other week," that stupid ass smirk returned to his face. "so you can be good girl and wait...can't ya, honey? you can prove to me you deserve your last gift, right?"

the mention of another gift caught you off guard, you tilted your head at him from between his legs with confusion written all over your face.

"if it's not your cock I don't want it," comes out with a pout trailing on your lips.

a hand grabbed you, cheeks smushed together as he dragged your faces together. "trust me when I tell you I won't touch you for a whole goddamn month if you don't listen, understood? you think a week is bad, doll? let's try 4."

you whined out a pitiful noise before nodding in agreement. the hand quickly moved down to your throat. "don't push your luck, y/n. now..I said are.we.understood?" he let his grip tighten around your throat after each word, that fuzzy feeling clouding your head.

"y-yeah jay, I understand!"

.........

you made it all of 3 days into the 7 before you caved..coming to him dressed in nothing but the pretty chiffon slip he gifted you from his trip, begging for a truce. so he smiled at you and said he'd fuck you how you like...all you had to do is let him have his way with you for 4 orgasms. since you couldn't wait the remaining days like he wanted, he'd just make you wish you had...

the first orgasm was fast; he didn't waste any time sliding your see thru dress up your thighs to bury his tongue between them. he ate you like a man starved– messy and loud as he sucked every drop that left your sweet pussy.

the second wasn't too far behind the first. schlatt didn't give you time to recover as he shoved two of his fingers inside you before sucking on your clit again. your hands tangled in his hair, back arching and toes curling.

it took him all of 5 minutes to have you cumming again for the third time. adding another finger and grinding it into your spot while leaving open mouth kisses on your body. sucking on your neglected nipples thru the sheer fabric, his palm stimulating your clit just right.

and that brings us to now– the fourth and last before you get your reward, but schlatt's not playing fair. he's edging you at such a slow pace there are tears streaming down your face. it feels like he's been at it for hours. slowly slipping in and out of your pussy, pulling out and giving you a pussy job when he feels you're too close.

you're frustrations are at an all time high...so you do something you've never thought about with schlatt. you start breathing harder, thrashing around a little, and you put on your best performance...so full of yourself and so confident he won't notice.

as soon as your done, you're feigning exhaustion as you lower your hips down to the soft texture of the couch. schlatt leans his body down onto yours, his chest against your back. a hand comes up to run through your hair, and you let yourself lean into its comfort.

until it turns into his fingers digging into your scalp and pulling your head back so he's right against your ear, "you know the funniest thing just happened, honey. you made all that racket, but I didn't feel my pussy tighten up like she does when she cums."

your apology shortly dies on your tongue, because schlatt's pulling out of you and landing spanks to your pussy in an instant. he flips you over, and with a hand tightly on your throat he's bullying his cock back into you. he isn't holding back this time though— ohhhh no. you wanna spoil his fun ? you wanna be a brat ? fine he's just gonna fuck you till your pussy can't cream on him anymore.

"funny to think you're always calling me the impatient one, but now you're the one that can't wait 4 more days to get this pussy played with, huh angel?"

when the last load of jonny’s cum is bullied into your cunt the sun rise is shining in thru the windows, basking you both in a warm amber glow. you both find comfort in the cosy ambiance that settles around you.

and you're both panting, trying to catch your breaths from the pipe he just laid when a sinister smirk crosses your face, "soooooo…can I have my gift now?"

schlatt let's out an airy laugh before he lands a playful slap to your ass, pulling you closer to him before leaving a kiss to your forehead.

"absolutely not. you're waiting the 4 damn days, and I don't wanna hear no lip about it neither."

“buuuut baaaaabbbbyyy i- oOOOOUUUUCCHHHH !!”

you’re grabbing at your forehead and kicking your legs out defensively towards your boyfriend because of the flick he just gave you. he’s obviously finding it amusing, rolling away from your line of reach while tears fill his eyes from laughing so hard.

“goddamn you got a thick ass cranium, babe! my fucking finger hurts so bad!”

(bonus)

unlike you, he actually holds out until the last day. schlatt's super excited though, considering the importance of the date. he couldn't sleep at all the night before, so he wakes you up with breakfast in bed..a box on the tray with a necklace inside.

"happy anniversary, doll. now you'll have a piece of me even when I'm away."

↳˗ˏˋ ted ˊˎ˗ ↴

when ted came up behind you as you did you’re makeup, the last thing you expected was to be bent over the bathroom counter taking back shots. you both needed to be heading out the door 5 minutes ago, but your boyfriend got too distracted by your costume. so now he’s balls deep fully dressed as austin powers while he has your top pulled down so he can see your tits bouncing.

“we-we’re gonna be l-laaaaate!” you’re whining while making eye contact with him thru the mirror.

you're trying so hard to not mess up your makeup, only having had your lips left to do...but now your wig’s not set, your outfits not ready anymore, and you're gonna have to cover up the hickeys he’s leaving on your neck. to say you’re stressed out would be an understatement.

“baby, you know schlatt doesn’t start anything on time. i bet no one’s even there yet, okay ? now stop worrying that pretty little head and let me make you feel good.”

as if on cue there’s a ding from your phone, a message from the big man himself asking when you think you two will be arriving since you’re bringing a good amount of the liquor.

“ignore him,” it comes out gruff as he flips your phone over so the screens no longer showing.

"b-but i still have to fin-finish getting ready!"

"and you will," the hand gripping the back of your neck forces you to look at your own reflection, "...but not until we're done, princess. now look at how pretty you are and take this dick."

your phone is vibrating now, ringing so loud it makes you jump at first. you already know it's schlatt and in that moment you start debating on the worst best? decision you've ever made. you go back and forth but when the sound of the phone dissipates followed by another text...you make up your mind. so without missing a beat, you start scrunching up your face, pushing your ass back against his thrusts, and faking the best moans you can produce. ted stops immediately, a confusing look adorning his face. he pulls out and you can feel him staring into your soul before you even rise your eyes to meet his gaze.

"....what...was that, y/n?"

"w-what do you mean? i cam dumbie," you smile up at him thru the reflection, "now let me finish getting ready, and ill suck you off while you drive."

ted's jaw drops at that, a scoff leaving his body as he shakes his head in disbelief. he's laughing soon enough, laughing so hard he falls forward to clutch his stomach.

"i know you're not calling that half-assed, theater kid performance an orgasm!"

your cheeks go red as you look away in the mirror; you can feel him staring into your soul without even looking up to meet his gaze.

“look at me, baby.”

but you don’t..you’re too shy now that he knows the truth.

“y/n.”

he’s turning you around now, but your eyes are trained on they bathroom tiles below you. refusing to meet his eyes as he calls your name again. next thing you know a hand is lightly gripping your chin to tilt it up towards him.

“just look at me, love. swear i’m not mad.”

so you take a deep breath before looking up, pouty lips and puppy dog eyes in full affect.

“stop looking at me like that.”

“like what ?”

“like that.”

you furrow your brows and lightly slap him on the chest before attempting to turn back around. but ted’s arms are wrapping around you, your naked chest pressed to his clothed one. he notices your nipples are sensitive as you shiver from the contact as they brush against his costume. at this he picks you up to set you on the counter.

“i think i need to teach you a lesson, baby.”

you whine at this, voice annoyed as you once again try to tell him you need to get ready. but ted’s spanking your inner thigh to get you to shut up, his voice deepening for what he says next.

“what’s rule one, princess?”

your thighs clench around his hand even though it’d take him less than 5 seconds to overpower you and force them back open again. you curse as the involuntary needy tone leaves you and flows thru the air, sounding breathless as you go to answer him.

“…n-no..no back talking.”

“mhmm,” he’s pushing your legs apart and sliding his fingers closer to your center, “and what are you doing?”

a frown spreads across your face, “..i-i’m talking back..”

“so what should i do, y/n?” he’s rubbing circles on your clit at this point, making you feel all fuzzy.

“y-you should punish me, teddy.”

he’s groaning out at the nickname, fingers moving to push inside of you at a rough pace. you can hear the sound of ted’s fingers fucking you and his palm smacking your clit from how good he’s giving it to you. you start squirming around from the feeling, so overwhelmed since you didn’t expect to be this sensitive from not actually cumming earlier. but his free arm is wrapping around your hips to keep you still as he starts pressing kisses to your jaw, bound to add to the mess of marks he’s already left there. you’re sweating at this point, clawing at your boyfriend's shoulders as he moans into your neck.

“you're gonna cum on my fingers, cum on my dick, then we're leaving. you can fix your shit in the car since you're in such a hurry, princess."

you're moaning out at that, getting tighter at how rude his tone is. ted's been rough with you plenty of times. he's your dom for christ's sake, but...he's never been this mean.

(and you're mclovin it)

"aww you like that? felt you clenchin on me, baby," you can feel his smile against your skin.

you're nodding your head, too busy moaning to find words. the orgasm building in your stomach is coming faster than you realized.

'i-i'm gonna cuuuum!"

"go ahead, cum all over my fingers like the slut you are."

the orgasm rips thru your body at the permission, your noises being silenced as ted gives you a passionate kiss while he helps you ride it out. as soon as your body calms down he's pulling you off the counter,

"ohh shit, i got you love!"

he catches you on your shaky legs, kissing your nose before spinning you around. you're finally met with your reflection once again, ted's cock lining up with your entrance as one of his hands intertwines with yours. he slides in slowly, bottoming out with a groan. he stays still for a few minutes just to tease you..and it works. so you start pushing back against him, wiggling your ass for extra measure. he's landing a light slap to your ass with his free hand, a smirk on his lips as he starts slamming into you. but soon enough your phone's going off again, schlatt's face filling up your screen for the second time tonight.

"answer it."

"w-what?"

"answer it, princess. let's see how good your poker face is."

your free hand scrambles to grab your phone, bending over a little so ted's out of the frame and your tits aren't on screen.

"what the fuck is taking you bastards so long?" comes blaring through your speakers.

"s-sorry we're gonna head o-out soon!" you try to say it normally, but with the way ted's filling you up, it's nearly impossible.

schlatt's drowning in confusion, but then ted makes a mistake...he thursts in balls deep, a loud clap followed by your moans you can't hold back.

"t-teddy!" your brows are scrunching up and your toes curling as your boyfriend keeps the new pace, your grip loosening so schlatt gets an eye full of your tits bouncing with his best friend behind you. schlatt goes quiet, memorized by the sight on his phone.

"show big guy how you cream for me, love...and make sure he sees your pretty face when you cum."

your eyes roll into the back of your head when his fingers find your clit, cum so much it starts running down his dick and staining his pants. he fucks you through your orgasm, holding your overstimulated body up as he starts back up.

"almost done, baby. gonna cum in your cunt first though," he's bringing your still-conjoined hands to his mouth, pressing a kiss to the back of yours. he starts jackhammering his hips as your whines get louder. "w-want your cum, teddy! g-give it to me-- please baby. need it!"

ted slams into you one last time, stopping balls deep as you shiver from him pressing against your g spot juuuust right. he lets out a deep groan as he empties inside of you, pulling your head back to reconnect your lips as his hands wrap around your waist.

(bonus)

silence ensues as your breathing regulates, falling into the comfort of his embrace...until your ears pick up on a familiar accent,

"holy.fucking.shit."

↳˗ˏˋ charlie ˊˎ˗ ↴

you and charlie are having a movie night at his place, the half-eaten popcorn bowl abandoned on the coffee table beside an empty bag of gummy bears. the sun setting and your full belly are a bad combo as your eyelids grow heavier as the seconds tick by. you're about to pass out when you feel him move behind you, hips pressing into yours as he yawns. you let out a loud whine, cockwarming him now backfiring as it makes you start to throb around him.

"don't tell me you were about to fall asleep," his voice startles you so you jump a little. making your predicament worse as it makes his dick hits a spot deep within you, moaning out as you press your thighs together. "s-shut up!"

he just laughs at that, wrapping his arms around you to pull you flush against his chest. you grip his forearms, feeling him somehow sink even deeper into you. "stooop baby..this isn't fair!"

you look over your shoulder, giving him a sad look to guilt trip him. it seems to work because he's pulling out to quickly slam back in, hands going to strip you of his oversized hoodie you have on. (the ONLY thing you have on btw)

charlie's a sweetheart, always treating you like a queen in and out of the bedroom. but you notice the dark look in his eye sometimes, the way he gets lost in his head and will start pounding into you. you know he's holding back, can sense it every time your intimate...and you crave to know what's going thru his head in those moments. so you do the only thing you know charlie will hate. you two specifically spoke about faking orgasms the first time you has sex.

"just be honest with me, i need to learn your body and what you like. don't gotta pretend with me, y/n. never with me, okay?"

you know he's got a dom in him somewhere, so you do what you have to to see if you can bring it out. as he squeezes your newly uncovered tits you start your plan with loud moans pouring from your mouth. you do the poorest job of faking it, making sure to give your worst performance possible. you feel charlie freeze up behind you, his arms loosening from around you.

"ch-charlie?" your voice shakes as you call out to him, "why'd you stop, baby?"

before you know it he's pulling out of your pussy, forcing you off the couch and onto your knees. "you know exactly why. don't act fucking dumb," his eyes are set into a glare as he spits the words at you. your hands go to grab his cock, thinking he wants to use your throat. but he's slapping your hands away before going to grab your panties off the floor, using them to bind your hands behind your back.

"now you're gonna fucking sit there and let me cum on that pretty face like the slut you are," he's standing in front of you now, towering over your naked frame on the floor. your sitting on your knees, bound and so wet it's driving you insane. your boyfriend's muscles are flexing as he pumps his cock, red angry tip leaking precum profusely.

you start squirming, trying to get some pleasure from pressing your thighs together as you watch him in all his glory. he thankfully doesn't notice for a few minutes, too lost in his new mindset he's finally opening up. but when he does he's kicking your legs apart, free hand going to your hair to bring your attention up to him, "so goddamn needy but you're not cumming tonight, baby."

you whine at that, opening your mouth to talk back but you're cut off by charlie shoving his balls into your mouth. your brain melts as your tongue massages him, eyes going hazy as you slip into sub space. there's drool running down your chin, switching between his balls as he starts letting out some whines of his own.

"keep fucking sucking," he's quickening his pace now. the air in the room reeking of sex as charlie's chest starts heaving, cheeks growing red as he nears closer to his orgasm. you do your best to make it the best you can without your hands, pussy leaking all over the floor from the sight above you.

"oooh fuuuuuccckkk," he's forcing your head to stay choking on his balls as he pumps himself to the edge. your eyes are rolling into the back of your skull from the grip in your hair, moaning out at the feeling. he's whimpering as ropes of his cum paint your face, the vibrations finally sending him into nirvana. he releases your hair, petting your head as he leans down to untie your wrists.

"you okay, baby? did i go too far? fuck I'm so sor-" you cut him off with a kiss. silencing his doubts as you burst into a smile, pulling away to smirk at him as you reflect on what just happened.

"my plan totally worked!"

his mouth falls open at your confession, completely caught off guard by your sneaky ass games.

"i knew you couldn't have been that bad of an actor! no way that was your best fake orgasm!" he's smiling at you as he brings your wrists to his mouth, leaving kisses against the red marks.

"obviously! i could definitely fool you if I wanted," a scream leaves your lips as soon as the sentence leaves your mouth. charlie doesn't hesitate to throw you over his shoulder as he lands a playful slap on your ass.

"yeah sure, cupcake," your view of the floor is flipped as your boyfriend tosses you onto his bed. "now lay back and let me show you why you don't ever have to fake an orgasm again...even if it was only to set me off. "

"i don't know…it got us what we both wanted, right?" there's a light in your eyes as you say it, giggles flowing thru you effortlessly.

"oh you're trouble," he's lowering himself against your body, smile never leaving his face.

"yeah…but that's why you like me so much."

"yeah.. it is you fucking psycho."

(bonus)

"cooome on, baby," it's moaned into your overstimulated pussy, charlie devouring you from underneath. he's been between your thighs for an hour now, with this last round leading him to sweet-talk you into sitting on his face. your juices are running down his face and chest, hands tangled in his hair. you two lock eyes as your stomach starts twisting up for the fifth time tonight. there's a smugness to his voice as your legs start shaking around his head, "yeaaahh this one's real, huh honey?"

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schlattsdoll · 7 months

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I would love to read about frat president schlatt x nerdy college student reader (perhaps smut)

Like they have a class together but never really talked until reader was dragged into going to a frat party his frat hosted and them getting to know one another and what not. Then schlatt asks reader to help him study for a test in their shared class and it gets all spicy.

Sorry if this is bad I’m just obsessed with the idea of schlatt being in a frat lolz

we love fratboy!jschlatt in this house

minors dni

getting dragged to a frat party was NOT how you wanted to spend your friday night, yet here you were in the KAT house, abandoned by your roommate and left alone in a corner. a large man walked over to the corner you were occupying and smiled down at you. “hey, you’re in my intro to philosophy class right? you sit right in front of me.” your face lights up with recognition, “oh yeah! johnathan right?” he physically cringes at his name,“please call me schlatt. all my friends do. or for girls as cute as you, jay.”

a warmth washes over your cheeks, he smirks down at you, keeping up his innocent flirting. you two stuck by each others sides the whole time, making some hopeless sorority girls very jealous. you two have so much fun, neither of you realize you haven’t had a single drink.

as the night wound down, he eventually asked for your number and how you’d be getting home. “well i would be walking back with my roommate but she’s mia right now.” jay frowns, knowing how dangerous it is for you to walk alone, even sober. “how about i give you a ride, or walk with you?” you nodded your head at the taller male and agreed happily.

the fifteen minute drive was spent talking about majors, you learned his was business, and how if he didn’t get his grades up he’d be kicked off the executive board. “well i can always help you out, im pretty good if i do say so myself.” that was an understatement, you were top of the class. he’d seen how you answered questions and even gave the professor questions he’d have to think about. “yeah for sure! meet you at the library tomorrow? how’s six?”

“it’s a date jay.” you smiled and he kissed your cheek gently. “i’ll text you tomorrow okay? get home safe.”

as always, my inbox is open for requests! please send them in 💚

#chuckle sandwich imagine #jschlatt smut #jschlatt fluff #jschlatt imagine #jschlatt x reader #jschlatt headcanons #jschlatt hcs #mcyt x reader #fratboy! jschlatt

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charlie-jelly · 1 year

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ik this is no where near charlie and im wrong for this but idk i watched the recent anthony padilla chuckle sandwich episode and schlatt was being really genuine and everything and now im back on my schlatt phase and i cant get big warm chill boyfriend out of my head sorry:( it's also really short and kinda nothing happens but thog dont caare he write what he waant. ok

(y/n) always felt better at night.

'gone till' november' thrummed steadily through his tinny headphones, and he leaned back in his chair, feeling the music. He glanced to the bottom corner of his screen, seeing that it read 2:43 AM. Jacob would be home within the next few minutes. (y/n) puffed out a contented breath and granted himself an airy smile as he stared off at the wall behind his monitor. He, as he usually did this early in the morning, felt somewhat more tender than usual. He imagined feeling Jacob's warm figure through his soft, wrinkled jumper soon; the weight and significance of Jacob's contact grounding his whole body and fuelling him with connection that run loudly through his arms and back.

Hearing the familiar clunks of the front door opening, (y/n) grinned and stood from his chair, yanking his earphones out in the same movement.

He met his boyfriend about halfway down their entryway, who wordlessly opened his arms to meet (y/n) in the exact incarnation of the embrace he had been imagining seconds earlier. They stood in an affectionate silence for some time until Jake let out his own contented sigh. He shifted to lean his chin on (y/n)'s head.

"Hi." The syllable reverberated not unpleasantly through (y/n)'s skull in as Jacob spoke deeply, tiredly and without much effort but with a wide, abated smile in his voice.

"Hi." (y/n) replied just as quietly. Jake hummed and tugged him closer in response. (y/n) dug his head into Jacob's chest and curled his arms farther around his waist. "So I watched today's chuckle week thing."

"Oh yeah, which one was that?" (y/n) left a pause, unsure how to word his next sentence.

"...The one where you shove a doughnut up Anthony Padilla's ass." Jake snorted roughly and thought for a moment, beginning to lacily roam his cold fingertips over (y/n)'s back.

"You coulda just said the Anthony Padilla one."

so is it obvious that my love language is touch?

also SORRY this is so short (and damn schlatt x male reader is STARVING

#idk </3 #chuckle sandwich x reader #jschlatt x reader #schlatt x reader #uber embarrassing that my charlie audience (3 ppl) will see this too #hi guys 😐

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toxicruins101 · 1 year

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"An eye for an eye"

Wilbur x male! Reader

Tw: blood, shouting swearing and gore, read at your own risk.

You had known Wilbur since before you could remember, you were there for him he was there for you.

One day Wilbur came to you with the idea to build a drug empire, you said sure and went on your merry way with him to look for recruits.

A few days later and you had done it, you had recruits, a van and everything else you could need what neither of you expected was for that little drug van to become a whole country

And so while everything progressed you stayed by Wilbur and became his right hand man in everything.

You were always there for him.

You thought he would always be there for you too.

Well, you were wrong.

"Wilbur?" you asked him with a sharp tone in your voice but fear was also very noticible

He had just lost the election and was banished from the country along with you and Tommy.

Tommy had gone god knows where, poor kids probably lost but you were more worried about yourself in the moment.

Wilbur was looking down holding his arm since it was bleeding, he was angry.

"how could you let it happen?" asked Wilbur averting his stare at you instead of the floor, his eyes showing no emotion.

"what?" you asked, what did he mean by that? You had done nothing wrong, had you?

"how could you let me loose?" asked Wilbur his eyes staying the same but his tone was sharper and filled with rage, betrayal almost.

"what? Wilbur what are you talking about?" you had done nothing, you did what you could, it wasn't your fault he didn't win!

"you said you would guarantee we would win, that we would stay at the top, that there was nothing to worry about." said Wilbur venom dripping in his voice, he was really mad

"yeah I did, and I did try my best Wilbur, I got almost everyone to vote for us, how can you blame me for Schlatts and Quackitys desicion? It wasn't my fault you know?!" you said, anger lacing your words you weren't just gonna let Wilbur walk all over you and blame you for something that was in no way whatsoever in your control, that's just absurd!

"you promised me, and I don't appreciate liars." His voice was cold and deadly, even with the monotone tone of voice he used you couldn't help but feel threatened, who wouldn't if you had to look at a dangerous, powerful, man in the eyes who showed nothing, leaving his actions or intentions a complete mystery to someone who was stuck in your current position.

You stayed silent as Wilbur took a step closer too you. He opened a small leather bag he carried on his belt, his hand going slower in your mind the complete opposite of what's happening in real life.

He dragged out a black and gold fountain pen, he slowly removed the cap making a clinging sound once it hit the rock floor you were both standing on.

You only stared at him, unable to move as if your body was no longer connected to your brain and didn't listen to it's commands, the person you saw before you wasn't your best friend, the man you had joked and stayed side by side with all these years wasn't the same as the one standing before you.

He took a look at the pen and then at you, something going through his mind that you couldn't even start of thinking to figure out.

All of his thought, intentions, moves, were all a mystery, you couldn't read him as well you could just an hour ago, and it scared you but your body still refuses to run or try to talk him out of whatever he was thinking of.

"Such a shame, this was my favorite pen." He spoke but before you could even register or understand his words your left eye felt a giant unbearable pain.

You screamed out and your body moved backwards without you telling it too as you held your eye, tears threatening to spill as blood came pouring out like a waterfall, the pen stuck in the middle of your now blind eye bringing waves and waves of pain shooting through your body like crazy as your blood decorated it's beautiful shape and structure.

The gold and black shining in the fire's light as Wilbur stared at your injured form, he knelt down and picked up the pen's cap, slowly making his way towards your tensed and trembling form.

Your knees had buckled in pain and you were looking at the ground through gritted teeth and sharp breaths as you tried to overcome the pain.

You heard footsteps and looked up, as you were almost falling on the floor, at the other man who was standing once again in front of you, that same blank less look on his face.

He reached out and you thought he was going to help you, instead he just gripped the pen and pulled it out, your eye going with it.

You screamed in pain and knelt completely on the floor, tears starting to spill and join your blood on the ground as your breaths only become long, deep, ones, the pain you were feeling was worse than any other you've could've ever or have felt.

Wilbur looked at what remained of your eye on the pen and took it off with a disgusted look, he closed the pen with a slight 'click!' and stared at the crimson liquid staining it's form.

He stared at it in disgust and threw it at your vulnerable figure still lying on the ground, as it rolled onto the floor and into the puddle of your tears and blood only becoming bigger and bigger by the second.

"here, keep it, you already ruined it." He practically spat out as he looked at you, you slowly looked up at him and saw him walking away leaving you in the floor discarded.

Your eyes became heavy and your blood wouldn't stop falling you removed your hand from your eye and fainted as your l'manburg uniform stained itself on the mess below you.

'M/n L/n was slained by Wilbur Soot

Two lives remaining'

You slowly woke up as your eye was blinded by the bright shine of the lights, you sat up and noticed you were on a bed in a, cave or, ravine?, You couldn't really tell, you looked down at your form and noticed you were changed into your normal clothes instead of the l'manburg uniform, which you assumed was ruined because of the...fight...you had with Wilbur, if you could call it that.

You simply stared at the wall Infront of you, half of your vision cut in half, this was going to take a lot of getting used to and if you were being honest, you didn't want to, you wanted your old vision and eye back, you wanted to be normal once more but what happened happened, there's no point in crying over it.

You heard someone coming in and looked at the new duo who now stared at you shocked.

"Y/n! Your alive you son of a bitch! You worried me!." Spoke the blonde kid you knew as tommy as he ran over to you and pulled you into a hug, a smile on his features and exciment in his voice, his hug firm but gentle.

You let the boy hug you as you caught a glimpse of his gold hair just outside your outer vision, you hugged him back and closed your eyes shut not wanting to remember how you got into this position the first place.

The boy pulled away and smiled at you rambling on about something but you could only concentrate on the pink haired killer still in the doorway, looking rather bored as if waiting for the kid to calm down or just wanting to go home.

He met your gaze and glared, his eyes shining red, you only continued staring, you weren't scared, why should you be? He would never kill you even if he says he will, he won't, you mean to much to his little brother to do so.

Tommy stopped mid sentence and saw your guys' staring contense, he dead panned and started to be obnoxious to get your guys attention.

Techno covered his ears because of the volume erupting from his brother as you sighed and leaned back into the comfortable bed and closed your eye, everything going black as the arguing of the two brothers became background noise.

You woke up and stared at your ceiling back in your house, it's been more than a year since pogtopia and you had already grown used to your limited vision.

It's a given that everything has changed, Wilbur died, l'manburg was destroyed, Dream got locked in the prison, a new guy joining his name was Ranboo, at least you think it was.

You couldn't care less, ever since Wilbur died you stopped caring, the only reason you stook around was for Wilbur and now he was dead and in the form of a, rather annoying, ghost, after his death you stopped caring, you couldn't leave the dsmp so you just, gave up.

But Wilbur did seem to like you in his ghost form, of course he didn't have any negative thoughts so he didn't know your injury was caused by him so when you told him, he apologized for a day straight and gave you a lot of blue but it did make him back off a little, so hey, a win in your book.

But you hadn't seen the ghostly form of your former friend for a while and that did make you curious.

You heard a slight 'ping!' from your side and looked at a message sent by tommy, the poor kid went through hell your surprised he's still standing.

'Y/n, meet me at sunset on the l'manburg ruins, I have someone you need to see.' the message sent by the blonde seemed important even with the lack of words that were written down.

You replied with an 'ok' and got ready for your day, putting away your sword and other weapons in your chest, a certain pen that has stuck with you over the years tucked away in your belt.

The day progressed without a single problem and soon enough it was sunset.

You made your way through the path you made, observing the once beautiful city now only be ruins in front of you

You walked and walked, on the glass, hovering over a giant fall if broken

You saw the figure of the kid you came here too see, he saw you and waved at you, you gave a tired smile back raising your hand as to greet him back.

"Y/n! Look who came back!" Said the blonde happily and clearly cheered up, you looked at his side and saw the man you'd never thought you'd see again

The world seemed to slow down and everything just, paused, eyes widened in shock as a taunting smile caressed the dead mans features, his eyes blood red and a large patch of dead skin on the side of his face as though it had been sewed on like a patch on broken clothes and patches.

A long coat following his deathly quiet steps and red lense glasses matching the color of his eyes, you thought he died, you though you were finally free of the menace who took your eye and best feature of yourself as well as the most useful one.

You couldn't believe your eye and ears as that devil voice crawled it's way into your brain and thoughts

"Hello y/n, long time no see, but I'm guessing that's more accurate to you, no?" Spoke the voice of the man, taunting you and clearly speaking about the fatal injury he caused you.

The way he spoke like he was so high and mighty, how he was proud of putting you through hours of suffering, how he was able to hurt the man who never once left his side and still have pride in it as if it wasn't sinful and repulsive of him.

Everything about him angered you and rage boiled in your veins and blood, as you shut your first closed, nails digging deep in your palms as blood started seeping out

Wilbur glanced at your hand and saw the blood slowly seeping out as it made a slight 'click!' sound when it hit the glass floor

He smiled and made eye contact with you, you acted faster than his brain could process and felt an excruciating pain emit from his eye.

He grabbed it in hopes to stop the bleeding as tears fell from his non injured eye.

Tommy was screaming at you but he could barley hear it because of his head pounding like crazy, his teeth were gritted and his tears were falling as you made your way to him.

He looked at up at you, his cocky facade disappearing as his tears decorated his gorgeous face, you smiled down at him as his blood decorated the pen just like yours did all those years ago.

You kneeled down and took the pen out, his eye following suit, he yelled in pain and fell completely now leaning on your shoulder for any type of support.

Tommy just looked at the scene in shock as you threw what remained of the eye following in his footsteps from all those years ago.

Except you didn't leave him stranded, you put the pen away and hugged him as he sobbed from the pain in your shoulder

Blood slowly staining your clothes, creating a beautiful crimson trace as his sobs were covered by your shoulder

You took a bandage and lifted his chin as he looked at you, you smiled at him, intoxicatingly sweet.

"An eye for an eye"

You said as more tears fell from the man and you put the bandages over the side of his face now missing an eye.

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kingsleywrites · 1 year

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You Can't Just Get Rid Of Them!

Tommyinnit x male reader (can be seen as romantic or platonic) Also possibly Tubbo x male reader (can also be seen as platonic or romantic)

CW: swearing

Angst to (slight) fluff

This takes place right as and after Jschlatt banishes Wilbur and Tommy after the L'manburg election.

M/N will be used (meaning male name)

H/N: Horse's name

"I REVOKE, WILBUR SOOT AND TOMMYINNIT'S CITIZENSHIP!" Schlatt's voice boomed and everyone began to panic with a few people punching and shoving Wilbur and Tommy away. M/N stood there, his body slightly shaking. 'This can't be real, no, Schlatt didn't, he wouldn't.' these thoughts ran rapidly in M/N's mind. He looked over at Tommy and Wilbur their faces looked completely devastated and confused. M/N clenched his fists and ran up and onto the podium where Schlatt and his subordinates were. "JSCHLATT!" M/N yelled, he was held back by Quackity. "You-You can't do that! Wilbur founded L'manburg! And Tommy is his right hand! You can't just get rid of them!"

"Last I checked, M/N, I am the president. Sorry emperor." Schlatt said getting closer to him. "No, no you're just a tyrant, hell bent on destroying this nation! We have fought too long and too hard for you to just throw it all away!" M/N pulled away from Quackity, getting even closer to Schaltt. They stared each other down for a few moments before Jschlatt spoke, turning around to face the crowd. "I suggest you hold your tongue or else you'll be joining them. Now get him out of my sight." Quackity grabbed M/N and threw him off of the podium. It wasn't enough for him to die but he sure as hell took a lot of damage. He could hear Wilbur yelling for Tommy to run, M/N wanted to run with them too but he couldn't as much as he hated Jschaltt he had to be here, for his country, his nation, he wouldn't leave L'manburg, not while Jschlatt was in rule, someone had to keep him from doing something stupid. 'Don't worry Wilbur, Tommy, I will find you guys and I will bring you home.'

Later that night

M/n sat on his bed with a bow in hand and a target across the room. He had already screamed and cried that night but he still had some pent up rage, so he was shooting arrows at a target, pretending it was Jschaltt's head. His door opened and he drew his bow, almost shooting it before he saw who it was. "Tubbo! You scared me." M/N lowered the bow, letting his arms relax. M/N could tell how tense Tubbo looked, the male was looking down at his shoes and fiddling with his fingers, M/N let out a sigh. "If it has something to do with Schlatt just tell me so we can get it over with."

"Schlatt wants to speak to you..." Tubbo's voice was soft and calm, probably trying to avoid M/N's outburst.

"HE-" M/N began to yell but stopped himself taking a deep breath and holding his head in his hands, slouching over. "Fine, Where is he?" M/N stood up.

"Follow me." The two walked out of M/N's house and onto the wooden path.

"Tubbo, if this is a trap, just remember that I will kill you."

"It isn't, I swear! He just told me to get you so you two could talk."

The two continued walking up until they reached a big building, they walked inside and began to climb the mountain of stairs, neither of them saying a word. When they get up to the top Tubbo opens up two big wooden doors and they walk inside. "Ah, M/N your here, welcome, welcome." Schlatt motions for Tubbo to go to him, which he abides by, standing beside Schlatt's desk. "What do you want Schlatt?" M/N says, shooting a glare at the man. "No need to be so hostile, I just want to ask you if you're enjoying Manburg."

"L'manburg." M/N puts emphasis on the L.

"Not anymore, you see this great country doesn't take L's, which seemed to be a reoccurring theme with the last President."

"We won our independence away from the SMP you were not there Schlatt you have no right to-" Jschlatt cut him off.

"You lost the war, the only reason why you even have independence in the first place is because Tommy played the hero and gave his dics to Dream."

Schlatt put his arms up and he had a crooked smile on his face. "But that's besides the point." He walked over to M/N, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"M/N you are an amazing fighter, you have the drive that this country needs in its army."

M/N tensed up and somehow he knew exactly what Schlatt wanted.

"I wanted to ask you to be my commanding officer, you will command Manburg's troops as we expand this great country!"

"Work under you? Ha! You're insane if you think I'll command your army." M/N pushed Schlatts hand off of his shoulder and took a step back from the male.

Jschlatt ran his finger through his hair and sighed. "It's fine, sometimes we all need a little bit of motivation." He snapped his fingers and Quackity walked up behind M/N, using one of his hands to grab onto M/N arm and twist it behind him, while his other hand gripped the back of his neck, pushing on two nerves so he wouldn't try and jerk away.

Jschlatt pulled a netherite axe from his inventory and threw it to George who caught it, grabbing Tubbo by the back of his hair and holding the axe to his throat.

"Tubbo!" M/N yelled and tried to run to him but Quackity pushed on the nerves more making his whole body ache and his eyes water.

"So, M/N! You have two options, You can do as I say, and nothing will happen to Tubbo, OR, you can not do as I say and then not only will you be missing Tommy, but you'll have to explain how you got poor Tubbo killed. So what'll it be." Schlatts smile grew and the tension in the air was thick.

M/N stood there dumbfounded. "You wouldn't.." He mumbled, his eyes narrowing. Tubbo took in a sharp breath as he felt the cold axe press against his throat, drawing a small amount of blood. M/N eyes shot over when he heard Tubbo and for a moment the whole world slowed down as he watched the blood drip farther down.

"Tick Tock, M/N I don't have all night, say, how long do you think it takes for someone to bleed out from the neck, a couple of minutes maybe?" Jschlatt taunted M/N. George's grip on the axe tightened and he went to put more pressure on Tubbo's neck before M/N's voice broke the silence.

"Don't! Just stop! I'll do it! Just don't hurt him!" M/N eyes watered as he looked between Tubbo's scared expression and Schlatt's crazed one. Jschlatt snapped his fingers and George took the axe away from Tubbo's neck and pushed him on the ground. Tubbo let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. Quackity let go of M/N and he fell to his knees before getting up and running over to Tubbo giving him a bear hug. M/N let go and began to inspect Tubbo's face "Oh my god, are you okay, let me see the cut." He lifted up his head only to see that it had stopped bleeding. "M/N, I'm fine." Tubbo's voice was once again calm. M/N helped him up and hugged him again, Schlatt's voice breaking the comfortable silence between the two. "So, M/N I'll see you tomorrow." His voice was still in a mocking tone. "Yeah, sure, whatever makes you happy." M/N said with as much venom as he could muster in his voice.

"Come on Tubbo, let's go." Despite Tubbo needing no assistance to walk, he kept an arm around the boy, looking back at the three as they left the room. The door closed leaving the room in complete silence. George looked at the axe that was still in his hand, the tip slightly covered in blood. "You were prepared to kill Tubbo, right then and there, correct?" George eyed Schlatt who was looking out of a big window that overlooked the newly renamed Manburg. "I was willing to do whatever it took to get that boy to comply."

"You do know that it was a stupid idea to have M/N join, you know how close he is to Tommy, there's no way that he won't try and steal secrets to give to them."

"Of course I know that I'm not dumb! What I need is to be able to keep an eye on him. How can I do that if he isn't working for me?"

"And Tubbo? You don't think he won't try to communicate with Wilbur and Tommy."

"George, Quackity, I am counting on their betrayal."

M/N lightly dabbed disinfectant on Tubbo's neck, him slightly wincing at the contact. "M/N, you don't have to do this, I'll be fine without you helping me."

M/N got up and threw the cloth he used into a cauldron filled with water to be washed later, grabbing a small bandage. "I know you'll be fine without all of this but, I need to, it's my fault that you have this cut in the first place, if I had just said okay to Schlatt instead of being stubborn then maybe that whole fiasco could've been avoided." M/N sat back down, looking at the bandage in his hands.

Tubbo placed a hand on M/N's. "There was no way either of us could've known what Jschlatt was planning, you can't beat yourself up for that. I'm okay, I didn't die, and even if I did I still have another life. I would have been okay."

M/N looked up at Tubbo, his eyes were glossy but he had a small smile on his face. "Still, I started to fix you up, so let me finish." Tubbo let out a small laugh and lifted his chin, allowing M/N to put the bandage on his neck.

M/N looked out his window and saw how dark the clouds began to look in the night sky. "You should probably start to head home now, it looks like it might rain." Tubbo looked out of the window and nodded. The two stood up and M/N led him to the door, opening it up for him and allowing him to step out into the night. "Hey Tubbo?" M/N called out and the boy turned around. "Thank you... for saying that it wasn't my fault, I really needed to hear that."

Tubbo smiled. "You're welcome." M/N walked up to him and gave him one last hug for the night.

"Stay safe okay?"

"Okay, I will."

The two separated and M/N walked back to his house, glancing at Tubbo one last time as he walked further and further down the path. He closed the door to his house and his smile dropped, he walked over to his chest and opened one, pulling out a glowing netherite chest plate. He stared at his reflection for a moment before putting on the chest plate as well as other pieces of armor. M/N grabbed a cloak that was hanging by his bed and put it on, it hid most of the armor as well as the sword that was at his side. He placed his bow on his back and thunder crashed making him look out to his window. It had already started to rain.

M/N walked out of his house and over to his horse that was shaking its head every time too much water would get on (his/her) face. He untied the lead from the horse's reins and hopped on their back. "Come on, H/N, let's go find Tommy and Wilbur."

The two traveled down the path all the way back to the podium where Tommy and Wilbur were declared banished from L'manburg and were shoved out. "Where did you two go." M/N mumbled. M/N pulled the reins making the H/N turn in the direction where he saw them run. "Hiya!" M/N lightly squeezed the sides of H/N making the horse gallop into the woods. The further that M/N got into the woods the denser the trees got, making it nearly impossible to even walk with his horse. M/N pulled out a lead and tied them to a tree making sure to surround the horse in a bit of cobblestone, just as a safety precaution.

He continued the journey on foot, occasionally looking down at the mud to see if he could see any footprints. As he continued walking he saw a small clearing in the woods. Someone was here. He could see the faint outline of the freshly blown out torches. He saw light coming from behind him but before he could turn around a voice spoke. M/N whipped his head around to see Wilbur and Tommy standing in front of him. "M/N?" Wilbur questions upon seeing the boy. "How did you-?" M/N cut him off by running past him and engulfing Tommy in a hug.

"Oh my god, Tommy are you alright?" M/N stopped hugging Tommy but both of his hands were still on his shoulders. "I'm fine, M/N, but how did you find us?"

"I just took off in a straight line from where you two ran." He said with a small laugh. Wilbur cleared his throat, "So I see you only came here to see Tommy?"

M/N let go of Tommy and hugged Wilbur. "No, I just care about him more."

"It's nice to see you again, M/N."

The sound of thunder and lightning flashed in the sky making the three turn their attention to the rain, which was coming down heavier by the minute. "Let's go inside, before the rain comes down even more." Wilbur suggested. The 3 walked into the small dirt shack, Tommy and M/N sitting on the bed and Wilbur leaning against the crafting table.

"Nice little shack you got here." M/N said jokingly

"Hey! Just because Pogtopia is small, doesn't mean that we aren't a great nation."

"Pogtopia?"

"That's what Tommy wanted to name this, he said it was another name for L'manburg, speaking of, what's going on there?"

M/N put his head in his hands, lightly tugging at his hair. "Schlatt has been in power for not even 24 hours and everything has gone to shit, he claims himself to be the emperor, Quackity and George are his vice presidents, Tubbo-" M/N sighs. "Tubbo is his right hand. He can't do or say anything with that asshole's approval!"

Tommy and Wilbur looked at each other with sorrowful eyes. M/N hands drop, his arms resting on his legs. "Tonight... before I came here, Schlatt he-he tried to kill Tubbo."

"What?! Why? Is Tubbo okay?" Tommy questioned raising his voice in distress.

"Tubbo is fine, his neck is cut up a little, that's all."

"What made Schlatt want to kill Tubbo?" Wilbur asked softly.

"He wanted me to be his commanding officer and command his troops as we quote expand this great country. If I didn't say yes, he would've had Tubbo killed with no hesitation, I couldn't let that happen."

Tommy hugged M/N who hugged him back trying not to let the stress tears fall. "It's going to be okay M/N, we'll be okay, we'll get L'manburg back."

M/N let go of Tommy, though his hands still rested on his shoulders. "Tommy, Schlatt changed the name, it's no longer L'manburg, it's Manburg. He said that this country doesn't take L's. Wilbur, he said that it was a reoccurring theme with the last president."

"What? He-he can't do that Wil, can he?"

"He is the elected emperor, technically speaking, yes."

"And what you're just gonna let Schlatt take your name and rake it through the mud?!"

"My name had been through enough-"

"Well I don't have your name and we don't have any time to waste so if you just let me-" Wilbur was the one to cut Tommy off this time.

"No we won't do that, end of discussion.'

The shack went silent for a moment before Wilbur spoke with a small sigh.

"The rain stopped, I think it would be best for you to start heading back M/N before the sun comes up and people get suspicious." M/N nodded and stood up. "I'll walk you out." Tommy said with a small smile.

The two boys walked out of the shack. The smell of rain was still in the air and in the silence you could hear water dripping from the leaves on the trees.

"I'm sorry about what just happened its just-" Tommy was cut off by M/N placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"Tommy, It's okay, you both are under a lot of stress and I understand that fights can break out in stressful moments." M/N had a small smile on his face that warmed Tommy's heart.

M/N's hand retracted from Tommy's shoulder and back to his side, M/N went to walk away but Tommy grabbed his wrist.

"Wait!" The two looked at each other for a moment, Tommy fiddled with the hem of his shirt, his hand still wrapped around M/N's wrist.

"Can-Can I ask you something?"

"Go ahead." M/N turned around to face Tommy, whose hand never left M/N's wrist, it wasn't a tight grip but it was comfortable enough that they didn't feel the need to immediately move away.

"I-" he paused for a moment trying to form the right sentence. "The reason why me and Wil got into the fight was because, I want to try and get Technoblade on our side."

M/N was stunned for a moment "The Technoblade? You want him, to help us?" Tommy nodded.

"Do you think he'll do it?" Tommy shrugged. "He's a strong fighter and a great strategist, he could be what we need to help beat Schlatt!" A smile grew on Tommy's face as he spoke.

"I'm assuming Wilbur doesn't like the idea of getting the blade to help?"

"They have beef from the past so I think he's hesitant."

"Tommy, I trust your judgment, if you can convince Technoblade, to be on our side, I'll stand by your decision."

"Seriously?!" M/N nodded. "Yes! I won't let you down M/N! I'll convince him!" Tommy had a huge grin on his face and pulled M/N into another hug, which he reciprocated.

"I have to get back Tommy, I do need sleep for whatever the hell happens tomorrow." M/N said with a light laugh, pulling away from Tommy.

"Alright, get some sleep, I'll see ya later M/N!"

M/N walked away, waving to Tommy until he reached the forest.

"Bye Tommy, and good luck." M/N said softly as he turned around, pulling his hood up and walking deeper into the forest.

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Wow! First writing done! I hope you all liked it if you got this far, if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes feel free to comment them, I am open to constructive criticism as I do want to improve my writing.

Word Count: 3195

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deadduvznap · 1 year

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honestly? understandable, i cant even get a read on his personality and ive been watching his streams for like a week now

but while i am here, have some schlatt brainrot

nonconning him right before he goes up to do his speeches so hes trying not to cry in front of everyone, his voice is shaky, and it looks like he had been crying but he puts on that act while your cum drips down his legs -💀

no fr i think its the fact that hes an AI clone but who knows

YES I LOVE THIS IDEA SM absolutely violating him to the point where hes just mindless then he has to go speak to the entire country and hes like dazed the whole time trying not to have a breakdown and he has to keep like pausing to "cough" or blink away tears and by the time hes done like some of your cum has dripped like onto his shoe and on the floor and (quick vp insert here) quackity asks him like "are you okay" and he shrugs it off as like "oh i drank too much" or like "oh i got hurt earlier im fine" because he cant let anyone know what happened to him

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aurelaeusgarwood · 1 year

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“Dear August,”

Jschlatt x Male Reader

Rating: Mature / 18+

Warnings: Mentions of Sexual Themes

(Minors DNI)

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After their encounter, Mr. Schlatt has some difficulty to try and resolve the conflict with his only love. But they were too occupied for his attention. After the party was over, He took his time to reflect on his relationship that the two once had whilst walking in the garden of the Wrensliede Estate.

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

Chapter II: Jonathan Schlatt

I couldn’t piece things together. What did I do wrong? I thought he missed me as much as I did? My goodness, I am an idiot. I watched him walk away, painfully slow. I haven’t got to my feet to stop him, tell him that everything is all right. It felt too real to come true, just pure fantasy. A nightmare.

“Please stay… with me Y/N, you are only what I have.”

I mutter, a single tear dropped, that was all I shed that night, cold, burning against my cheek. The very pressure in my chest, irritating, could almost tear me apart to relieve the stress. I have not felt this before, what is it? Why does it hurt so much when Y/N is not here with me anymore? I need him, but I feel that whatever I do won’t ever matter. I sat here until I was soon well presented. Dusted my coat as I made my way back, It was a long but not too short walk, the stars slowly painting themselves above the dark blue sky—Oh how heavenly it was to see, upon each glitter, felt like each soul was giving me pity, some mourning for my loss of a loved one, while others laughed and judged, ready to announce my transgression. But what is love if it’s such a crime? Seems to be quite unfair that this world has become. I made my way inside and most of the fellow men greeted me, some old friends I recognized and some I have not met, perhaps they are new residents of this fine town.

“Where have you gone off to Mr. Schlatt?”

Said Lady Avelot, daughter of Lord Oswald Watson. She’s quite a fine maiden I do say. I gave her a kiss on her wrist as she bowed and blushed.

“Just for a walk during this lovely evening, How is your brother?”

“Mr. Watson is doing splendidly! Made some purchases of land for our expansion of fathers manor,”

“Now that is wonderful to hear.”

She giggled, covering her mouth with her hand, the many pieces of jewelry she had almost blinded me. I talked with a few more gentlemen when I noticed Y/N across the room again, avoiding my gaze. He laughed with some tall gentlemen, I couldn’t get a look at his face, but his stance looked almost familiar. The two exchanged more laughter before the stranger walked away. I saw his face and it was my old friend. Theodore Kennedy is one I have grown up with, If he’s here then so is Charles, but he isn’t anywhere to be seen. I wanted to go speak with Y/N, it was my chance and only chance to be sincere, but someone else had plans. Matthew Watson… Urgh.

“Sir Matthew! Oh how delighted to have you finally join us!”

He chuckled as they both embrace each other. I felt sick as if the wine I had was about to come back up. He was tall for sure but didn’t past my height. His hair was well combed and brown, like the dark wood of the flooring. I remembered as children, Matthew would always play with Y/N before I could even get a chance to have my turn. Almost as if he favoured him. The two chatted as I watched from afar—but difficult from the music and the many people talking. It was getting too loud for my comfort and almost deafening. I could go deaf or blind, maybe both. I don’t want to be here anymore but I need to speak with Y/N.

“Oh, how I missed that sweet smile Mr. Wrensliede. Look at you, all grown up,”

“Ha! amongst all, you have thy most dazzling smile of all.”

The two were flirting, it was obvious, unfortunately, the other guests never noticed. I wanted to approach them, pull them apart and just kiss Y/N till he falls in love with me again. I don’t want Matthew to take him away from me, I will not allow that to happen.

“Well it has been a week since I’ve been away, London is a frantic place to stride alone in, You shall accompany me on my next trip, yes?”

“You know how I feel about that city, too much smoke, I am deeply sorry but I mustn’t,”

I wanted to break them apart, His leer and demonic handsome features, as slim as he is, he does appear to swoop you into surprise. I remember long ago he used to blame me for eating Silas’ apples, and ever since, I still kept the weight of that man’s anger and beatings. How selfish of a man Matthew can be, cruel at most. But everyone views him as an excellent and spectacular individual. Rich, very—but stupid as a peasant.

“Well excuse me Mr. Wrensliede, I need to refresh myself with a drink.”

Now that he is alone, Now it’s my move—

“Excuse me, your Lordship, your father has requested your presence in his office,”

“Yes, of course.”

The two made their way out of the room, Oh great, He seems even more occupied. I followed from behind, quietly so as to not get caught. The fine carpets of these grand hallways were helpful for my stealth, as well as the large vases holding such beautiful flowers by the walls. They went upstairs and I did too, slowly down the hallway—whenever they turn left, right, then left again, until Silas’ quarters. The paintings watched, knowing that what I’m doing is very much intruding. The servant knocked on the door three times, gentle but enough for the man to hear. She opened the door for Y/N, only he went in.

“You’re excused, Annette,”

“Yes, your liege.”

She closed the door and I quickly hid behind the curtain. I could hear her approach, then swiftly walk past me, the sound of my heart beating as I waited a bit more. I walked out from my spot, then slowly towards the door. I kneeled down to the keyhole and placed my ear, eavesdropping on their conversation. It was muffled but I could make out a few.

“What do you mean she has scarlet fever?”

“—we’ll have to find a trustworthy doctor in order to treat her, wherever they may be,”

“You mean you’ll be the one that shall find one,”

“Y/N… I am doing what I can, you mustn’t fret!”

I leaned closer, my ear pinned against the metal plating of the keyhole, unaware of my surroundings, Mr. Watson seemed to have tagged along, in his fancy dark blue suit, he crept his way slowly behind me. Reaching ever so slightly.

“Now how cheeky could you be, hmm?”

I never felt so scared in my life, at that moment I could’ve let out a scream, cry out my fright, and broken whatever cover I had. I held it in, rather angry instead of cowering. So he followed me, just fantastic.

“What do you want?”

“I don’t want anything from the likes of you, just a bit… curious, that is all”

The way he sipped on his glass, made me want to tackle him, let out my anger and pain I went through as a child when he would just cry and get all the sympathy from the Wrensliedes, lunacy that they favour him more than me. My attributes and character are more finer and reliable than that scheming, lying of a man Mr. Matthew Watson.

“Well enough of your curiosity and leave,”

“But oh Mr. Schlunt, How could I ever take my focus away when you’re on your knees, humorous I’d say, you’re insignificance is such entertaining I must say,”

“Just shut your mouth and let me eavesdrop,”

Watson chuckled, before walking over to the doors facing the outdoor walkways. He opened the door and stepped outside, breathing in the fresh air—he stepped aside, waiting for me to join.

“Will you mind doing it out here, it’s terrible to get caught doing such acts.”

I gave in, how pathetic I am. Either way, I would’ve been caught, or perhaps Watson would announce my intrusion and have me banished from seeing Y/N ever again. We both were outside Lord Silas’s office a few feet away. Watson motioned for me to be quiet as we sneaked on the side walls, slowly making our way to the opened window that is his office.

“Your mother will either have to stay back in Paris, for her treatment and health, I can’t promise you that I will be able to bring her back home,”

“But she’s my mother, father, please! Is there at least something you can do?”

“I am afraid there’s nothing that I can do in this situation. What we must do is wait, have the doctor tell us if she’ll be all right.”

I heard Y/N cry, a few sniffles hurt my heart and hearing him suffer is never a great thing for me to bear. Watson seemed to be enjoying it. My love continued to let out his pain, his anxiety. I want nothing to do but go inside and comfort him, make him feel happy and supported.

“You should get some rest, Y/N,”

“What about the party?”

“I’ll deal with it, what matters is that you need rest, sleep.”

Y/N left, leaving Silas alone in his room. Watson and I waited, as the old man walked over to the window and closed it, sealing it. Now both of us didn’t seem to have any clue what is happening, his face was confused yet intrigued. We walked back to the party, silent. I didn’t know what to say and neither did Watson as well. Once we got back to the ballroom, It was starting to get late, people were getting ready to leave, and one by one they were out the door. Watson left as well, in his fine carriage, black with wooden carvings of flowers. He rode away, like everyone else did until it was only just myself. Alone at the entrance of Wrensliede Estate. No carriage arrived, as I walked my way here from Everlynn Street. Not too far, only just a twelve-minute walk. I went down the steps, y feet crushing the gravel beneath. I strode my way over towards Silas’ garden.

Passing many blossom trees, which were imported from Japan, a beautiful deal they made. The pink petals waved in the wind, whispering amongst each other, gossiping about what they saw and heard. Finally reaching the garden, I walked past it, only making my way to the apple tree that Y/N and I were just at earlier. The bitten fruit and broken glass were still there, now the wine dried out, the apple was not infested with insects, now getting the very treat they were waiting for. I could crush them with my heel, feeling the apple tear against my foot. I wonder if bugs could scream? It would be lovely to hear it. I sat down against the tree, my back feeling the hard carvings of the wood, my legs outstretched, flat on the ground. The moon cast its heavenly glow on my face, shining its way through the many whispering leaves of the tree. I looked over to the estate, out of the many large windows on the second floor, Y/N’s room was lit. He must be up, reading whatever novel or resisting the dictionary… I’m not sure what he does anymore. It’s been so long since we used to run around the flower fields, under tree after tree. I would tackle him with kisses and hugs as we hid under the many reeds. His giggles made me smother my love even more. What he would do, was very out of character for someone like him. His hand on my groin, his gentleness, his smirk. Each time I would stop and look at him, nervously wondering what he would do next. My garments felt tight when he did that.

I reach my hand down my area, feeling it now erect. I remember clearly how he would always make me feel, his touch, his sweet moans. He and I were very much not saints back then, he was a devious creature. His alluring gaze—insatiable. Whenever I would thrust myself inside him, he would beg for me to go harder, which I did.

“Dear Y/N, I’m feeling too much right now… Please let us stop,”

“Come now, you were just about to release,” Y/N pouted.

I couldn’t resist that face, so I came—all over his hand, it reached his chin. He smiled, letting me watch helplessly as he licked my semen off his hand. Oh how wrong it and unholy the scene was, but I loved every bit of it. I reached over and wiped the drop on his chin, he froze as I had my mess on my thumb. What he did, made me hard every time I think about it. He sucked on my thumb, caressing my wrist as he did. I looked around, in case someone was near, but no one. Just two lovers in a wheat field, alone and in love.

I opened my eyes again, looking down to which my hand was very much stroking my erection. I am disgusted with myself, so I continued to rub myself, my clothes suffocating me. I moaned out quietly, biting my lip as I went faster. All I could see was his face, his smile, his eyes, the way his hair flowed in the wind, or his laughter when I did a humorous thing. It was not long before I came, pulling away my hand, covered in my spill. I grabbed my handkerchief, cleaned off my mess, and tucked it back in. I checked my watch, wondering about the time.

11:23

I looked over to Y/N’s window, his room still lit, but this time dimmed. I grew curious and got up, trying to get a good view, to my luck it wasn’t very much great. So I got the very idea of climbing the tree. I must admit, I’m not a skilled climber. My athletic is good, just haven’t done this in a while. Once I reached the top of the branch, I got a decent view of Y/N’s room. There he was, painting on a half-finished canvas. I couldn’t see much of what he was making, but I can tell it looked beautiful. I leaned over to get a better look since the painting looked very lovely. The more I lean in, the more I could see his art, how colourful with the pastels were, the paint of a tree, riddled with red and bluish apples. I wanted more, I need to see more—

“Woah!”

I yelped as I tipped over, my tie getting caught on the stub of the branch. Only for a short second, I felt like I was choking, my legs dangling, the weight of my body hanging from the branch torn the tie as I fell to the ground, in a coughing fit I rubbed my neck. That’s going to be a bruise in the morning. I look up to see a tear of my favourite cloth stuck above, waving in the air. I looked over to Y/N’s window—for a split second, I hid behind the tree, so as to not get spotted as he opened his window, looking around, wondering what noise he had heard.

“Hello? Anyone out there?”

Silence.

Y/N looked at the apple tree, nothing out of the ordinary, just the tree. Y/N however spotted a piece of cloth, stuck on a branch, he wondered but didn’t care, as it was probably some nest material for a bird, but it did look familiar. He closed his window and went to prepare for his slumber. I was almost caught yet again. I felt tired myself, I didn’t care about my tie-up above, I could get it later. I got up and walked my way home, leaving the Wrensliede Estate, passing the opened gates, I glanced back, the home of my love sound asleep. No lights on, just darkness.

Goodnight Little N/N, see you in the morning.

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