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under the mistletoe — jschlatt x fem! reader 🔞
just some good ol' fashioned holiday smut <3
nsfw under the cut, minors dni!! 18+ only.
warnings: oral (f), piv (w/ protection), lingerie & praise k1nk
a/n: merry christmas to everyone who celebrates!! and happy holidays to u all as well <3
"I've got one more gift for you."
"Oh? What is it?"
"Close your eyes and follow me."
Schlatt's eyes flutter shut. You take his hand and guide him to your bedroom, where a cluster of mistletoe is stuck to the top of the doorframe, just barely grazing his hair. Quickly you discard your, his, sweatshirt and fuzzy pajama pants, tossing them aside. You're left wearing a red lacy lingerie set, white fuzz as a trim around the bra and panty set. You walk back to the doorframe as you tell your boyfriend to finally open his eyes.
Schlatt feels your soft hands on his chest as he looks down at you. His eyes darken as he takes notice of how the lingerie accentuates your curves, how the bra leaves naught to the imagination. "Oh... darling..." He bites his bottom lip.
"Look up," you whisper, pointing to the mistletoe. He moves his head slightly to take a look.
"Ah..." His lips curl into a mischievous smile.
"So... do you like it?"
"Oh, dolly..." Schlatt tilts your head up, hand moving to caress your cheek. "This may be my favorite present of 'em all."
He leans down and wraps his arms around you as he smashes his lips onto yours, hands traveling everywhere. He carries you to the bed and tosses you on it before climbing on top of you. You wrap your legs around his middle as he kisses down your neck.
You quickly tug his sweatshirt off, flipping him over and straddling him. His face is red, lips smeared with red lipstick. Without a care in the world, he rips your bra in half, throwing both halves across the room. "God, these fuckin' titties, all fuckin' mine," he mutters, groping and squeezing your breasts. You let out a soft whine of his name, grinding against his hardening cock.
You lean down to kiss his chest, leaving a trail of hickeys as he slowly slides your panties off. He gives your ass a smack and flips you back over. His hands slide down to your thighs and he spreads your legs as he kicks his shorts and boxers off.
"Fuckin' hell, angel, you're soakin'," Schlatt lays on the bed, eye-level with your pussy.
"Baby..."
"Shh. I'm gonna take my time with you. Need'ta savor my present, right?" You nod, whimpering softly. He kisses the inside of your thigh softly before diving right in.
One hand grips the headboard and the other grips his hair as he eats you out, muttonchops chafing against your thighs. He savors your taste, licking and sucking all over. You whimper and whine, pleasure overtaking your entire body as you eventually climax, pulling his hair and screaming his name as you do.
You catch your breath as you come down from your high, Schlatt reaching over to grab a condom from the bedside drawer. He looks down at you and gently strokes your hair. "You are so beautiful."
You giggle, face heating up as you cover your mouth with your hand. Schlatt smiles and kisses your forehead. "C'mere," You help him put the condom on and straddle him, his cock stretching you out. He puts his hands on your hips as you start moving.
"God, baby, love the way you feel 'round me," Schlatt groans. "Good fuckin' girl." You moan his name as you pick up the pace, gripping his shoulder as you get close to your second orgasm. He's also getting close, beginning to thrust up into you and gripping you tighter.
"J, f-fuck... I'm gonna..." your words are cut off as you scream, clenching around him as you come all over his cock.
"Me too, I'm right there..." Schlatt holds you close as he finishes. You lean forward, resting on his chest as you catch your breath. He wraps his arms around you, stroking your back as he also comes down from his high.
"So, was that a good gift?" you ask, smiling bashfully as you rest your head on his chest.
"Yeah. Fucking... yeah," Schlatt kisses the top of your head. "Don't wanna get up... don't wanna go to my parents'."
"Same... we can be a little late..."
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“You told me you didn’t want to,,, but the second he got here you’ve been gripping daddy’s cock like a vice…. You like this huh? You like daddy showing you off to his friends?”
Hear me out…
So minors DNI bc this is just my opinion and it relates to sex so
I constantly see these fanfics of Schlatt being mean and while it is a… Pleasant thought, I don’t believe it to be true at all.
Forewarning- I am so depraved for this man, I- I’m sorry.
Schlatt is such a cutsie little shy guy and when it comes to him with someone in bed, I am 110% certain that he would be the most affectionate, giving and supportive partner. Whether that be with supporting you in your career, making you a stay at home wife or even just giving you the occasional every day support from between your thighs. I couldn’t believe anything less than I could believe that he would be a mean lover. I believe that he’s a ‘you want it, you got it’. He tries so hard to cover up his sweetness with this asshole facade, but dude no. Have you seen the way he treats his cats?
NSFW
And oh god the sex. I could just imagine him in your ear like ‘Does it feel good, Doll?’, ‘You want me to go rougher?’, ‘Deeper?’, ‘Is that it honey?’, ‘There it is, that feel good, Pumkin? I know I know’.
Like I just imagine him being so verbal and talking you through every second of it. And DEAR GOD, he would love, love, love eating her, you, who the fuck ever out. I just imagine his favorite feeling in the world would be your thighs wrapped around his head, squeezing his cheeks between them and your hands tangled in his hair, holding on for dear life.
The biggest thing I imagine with this man as far as ‘mean’ would be overstimming. I imagine that he would wanna see you cum at least five times on his face before he even fucks you and then I imagine he’d want two more at that point. I feel like his libido would last for hours. ‘C’mon Sweetie, one more. Lemme see one more. ‘Wanna see that pretty little face all fucked out. Yeah that’s it, there ya go. Good girl.’
I would still fight on believing he has a daddy kink.
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“Maybe if you’re good enough daddy might even bring a friend to spoil you even more…. But you gotta smile for me pretty thing”
Hear me out…
So minors DNI bc this is just my opinion and it relates to sex so
I constantly see these fanfics of Schlatt being mean and while it is a… Pleasant thought, I don’t believe it to be true at all.
Forewarning- I am so depraved for this man, I- I’m sorry.
Schlatt is such a cutsie little shy guy and when it comes to him with someone in bed, I am 110% certain that he would be the most affectionate, giving and supportive partner. Whether that be with supporting you in your career, making you a stay at home wife or even just giving you the occasional every day support from between your thighs. I couldn’t believe anything less than I could believe that he would be a mean lover. I believe that he’s a ‘you want it, you got it’. He tries so hard to cover up his sweetness with this asshole facade, but dude no. Have you seen the way he treats his cats?
NSFW
And oh god the sex. I could just imagine him in your ear like ‘Does it feel good, Doll?’, ‘You want me to go rougher?’, ‘Deeper?’, ‘Is that it honey?’, ‘There it is, that feel good, Pumkin? I know I know’.
Like I just imagine him being so verbal and talking you through every second of it. And DEAR GOD, he would love, love, love eating her, you, who the fuck ever out. I just imagine his favorite feeling in the world would be your thighs wrapped around his head, squeezing his cheeks between them and your hands tangled in his hair, holding on for dear life.
The biggest thing I imagine with this man as far as ‘mean’ would be overstimming. I imagine that he would wanna see you cum at least five times on his face before he even fucks you and then I imagine he’d want two more at that point. I feel like his libido would last for hours. ‘C’mon Sweetie, one more. Lemme see one more. ‘Wanna see that pretty little face all fucked out. Yeah that’s it, there ya go. Good girl.’
I would still fight on believing he has a daddy kink.
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“That’s okay baby you can give daddy one more can’t you?” “Sh sh sh don’t cry I know you can” “there’s my good princess…”
Hear me out…
So minors DNI bc this is just my opinion and it relates to sex so
I constantly see these fanfics of Schlatt being mean and while it is a… Pleasant thought, I don’t believe it to be true at all.
Forewarning- I am so depraved for this man, I- I’m sorry.
Schlatt is such a cutsie little shy guy and when it comes to him with someone in bed, I am 110% certain that he would be the most affectionate, giving and supportive partner. Whether that be with supporting you in your career, making you a stay at home wife or even just giving you the occasional every day support from between your thighs. I couldn’t believe anything less than I could believe that he would be a mean lover. I believe that he’s a ‘you want it, you got it’. He tries so hard to cover up his sweetness with this asshole facade, but dude no. Have you seen the way he treats his cats?
NSFW
And oh god the sex. I could just imagine him in your ear like ‘Does it feel good, Doll?’, ‘You want me to go rougher?’, ‘Deeper?’, ‘Is that it honey?’, ‘There it is, that feel good, Pumkin? I know I know’.
Like I just imagine him being so verbal and talking you through every second of it. And DEAR GOD, he would love, love, love eating her, you, who the fuck ever out. I just imagine his favorite feeling in the world would be your thighs wrapped around his head, squeezing his cheeks between them and your hands tangled in his hair, holding on for dear life.
The biggest thing I imagine with this man as far as ‘mean’ would be overstimming. I imagine that he would wanna see you cum at least five times on his face before he even fucks you and then I imagine he’d want two more at that point. I feel like his libido would last for hours. ‘C’mon Sweetie, one more. Lemme see one more. ‘Wanna see that pretty little face all fucked out. Yeah that’s it, there ya go. Good girl.’
I would still fight on believing he has a daddy kink.
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Camboy schlatt and camgirl y/n doing a collaboration live stream 💀💀💀 I’ll pay for somebody to write this please
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Y/n being mouthy and schlatt saying “got quite the mouth on ya, don’t you sweetheart? Someone should teach you what to do with it” before grabbing a fist full of y/n’s hair and making them choke on his cock 🤭
minors dni
cw: d/s dynamics
being a brat to jay was always a fun time, usually being able to get away with it, but tonight he'd have enough.
you hadn't been listening to any rules and you'd been sassing him all day long.
"princess, did you hear what i asked you?" he'd asked. "no, probably just you rambling nonsense." you shrugged. schlatt gritted his teeth and walked over to where you were sitting and grabbed your cheeks in his hands, squeezing enough to make you pout.
“ya know y/n, you’ve been a real fuckin brat today… ya keep mouthing off. i got something that will shut you the fuck up.” he pulled down his shorts, boxers too. he lets go of your cheeks and grabs his cock. “some mouth on you sweetheart, let’s finally put it to good use shall we?”
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Jschlatt || Gingerbread Houses
Sorry I didn’t know how to ends this! Hope you enjoy!
Paring: Jschlatt X Y/n
Type: Fluff
Your laughter bubbled as you watched Schlatt's valiant struggle with the gingerbread walls.
“How do you even get yours to stand up?!” Schlatt growls, eyeing your flawless upright gingerbread walls.
"Here, let me help you," you said, gently taking one of his misshapen pieces and expertly securing it in place. "See? Easy."
Schlatt grumbled playfully, "I don't need your charity, Y/N." Yet, his eyes betrayed a hint of gratitude.
Every Christmas, you and Schlatt engaged in a gingerbread house building contest, but this wasn't your typical competition. Instead of relying on store-bought kits, both of you took it up a notch by baking everything from scratch—gingerbread cookies, frosting, and even crafting other desserts for the perfect decorations.
Together, you continued to build your gingerbread havens side by side, the scent of spices and the warmth of the oven creating a festive and romantic atmosphere.
As the houses started to take shape, you couldn't help but notice him stealing glances, exchanging knowing smiles. The kitchen, now adorned with flour-dusted surfaces and the delightful mess of decorating supplies, housed your newly constructed gingerbread houses.
"I swear, you definitely cheated," Schlatt remarked, a teasing smirk playing on his lips.
"Nope, it just takes a certain level of finesse," you playfully remark, adding the finishing touches to your gingerbread masterpiece.
Schlatt eyed your creation with a mix of admiration and mock frustration. Then he glanced at his half collapsed house, smothered in frosting and various candy pieces sticking out.
"Maybe I'll just stick to store-bought next year."
“Come on J, yours looks … Good! Where is your Christmas spirit?
In response, Schlatt dipped his fingers into the bowl of frosting, a devious glint in his eye.
"Oh, I've got holiday spirit right here," he declared, smearing a streak of frosting on your cheek.
Your eyes widened in surprise before erupting into laughter.
"Is that how it is, huh?" you chuckled, retaliating with a gentle flick of frosting onto his nose.
The kitchen turned into a battlefield of sweetness as a frosting fight ensued, laughter echoed through the festive chaos. The two of ran around the counter, taking whatever you could grab as a weapon. You managed to get ahold of the green icing while schlatt held the red.
“Y/n, just put the piping bag down and we’ll call it a draw” Schlatt persuaded, holding the piping bag in one hand as the other reached out for a handshake.
“Deal.” You hesitantly agreed, slowly reaching out your hand.
Before you knew it he had pulled you into his chest and wrapped his arms around you, smearing one last stripe of red frosting across your nose.
“Hey! You said truce!”
“I did! Starting now.” He smirked, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. “You taste like frosting.”
“Maybe because my face is covered in frosting.” You sarcastically remark.
“Don’t worry I’ll clean you up, just stay still.” He says grabbing your face before licking your cheek.
“Did you just LICK me?!” You gag, wiping the saliva off your face.
“Hey, I’m just trying to help!” He says defensively putting his hands in the air.
“Right, you’re so helpful.” You tease, kissing his cheek in return.
“So… who’s going to mop…
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The Playlist: Track Eight
People asked me to post early, so here it is! Smut warning!
Tack Seven > Track Eight > Track Nine
The Death of Piece of Mind
I made another mistake, thought I could change
Thought I could make it out
Schlatt regretted it the instant the door to your apartment closed behind him.
Stupid Stupid Stupid Stupid, his inner voice said to him.
Stupid one, for starting with you in the first place. He should have known feelings would eventually develop.
Stupid two, letting his heart race and just the sight of you laying in his lap, a domestic feeling he couldn’t allow himself to feel.
Stupid three, falling in love with you.
Schlatt told himself he would never fall in love again. The first time was painful enough, and this one wouldn’t be any better. His chest heaves as he panics, and his heart breaks as he thinks of you all alone in your bed. The look you gave him as he walked out reflecting in the black every time he closes his eyes.
Schlatt swore he would never fall in love again. But the thought of him coming home to you every day, the thought of him being able to kiss you in public and hold you against his chest whenever he wants, makes keeping that oath hard.
He turns back to face your front door, willing himself to walk back in there, confess everything and kiss you silly, but his arms won’t move. They stayed at his side, trembling as he repeats to himself that he doesn’t love you. Hoping that if he says it enough, it’ll become true, so he turns back around and goes home.
I miss the way you say my name. The way you touch, the way you taste
He missed you. There was no getting out of it. It’s been a month since the last time he saw you, since he walked out on you. It’s been a week since a text message from you lay unanswered on his phone. He knows he should answer. That after everything you two have done together, ghosting you is the least good way to end things. Yet, every time he goes to answer, it feels like he’s going to have a heart attack.
However, when nights get a little too late and a little too cold, Schlatt can’t help but think of you. Memories of him spending hours with his head between your thighs, savouring the way you tasted, the way you felt writhing above him. His hand always strayed under his waistband and he thrusted into his hand, imagining it was your hand, your mouth, your pussy; whatever suited his fantasy of the night. The second it’s over, he’s disgusted with himself.
If you weren’t such a coward, it wouldn’t have to be fantasy anymore. Schlatt thought and degraded himself with.
He misses the little things more, though. Your soft hand against his face, just resting there or moving hair off of his skin. His sweatshirt acting as pajamas as you saunter around the apartment. The way you laughed at his good jokes, the way you rolled your eyes and laughed anyway at his bad. Your hair in the morning. Your scent filling every room you walk into and lingering after you’re gone. The way you held his hand as if it was as easy as breathing, and the way you fit with him like you were made for each other.
It wasn’t hard to realize
Love’s the death of peace of mind
Schlatt was going crazy. He knew you were going to be at Ted’s party. Ted told him as much, but he didn’t think it would affect him like this. You’re wearing a dress that he has never seen before. It hugged your body in a way that made you look ethereal in the glow of the dim lights in Ted’s apartment. Schlatt knows he shouldn’t be feeling this way about you. It wasn’t fair, not after the silence he’s given to you. He wants to look away; he wants to avoid you seeing him at all. At the same time, all he wants to do is run to you, land on his knees, and beg his way to some kind of forgiveness. But then, you look at him and you smile. Schlatt knows it’s fake instantly. It doesn’t reach your eyes, and it doesn’t make the room warm like your real one does. The small smile is more than he deserves though. Schlatt knows you should yell and curse at him, making him feel as shitty as he knows he made you feel. But you don’t you only smile.
“Hi,” he says, his feet betraying his brain.
“Hi.” You respond. It’s awkward between you, and it makes Schlatt crumple inside. It was never awkward between you too. Conversation and silence were always comforting.
“I’m sorry.” Is all Schlatt can manage. Even though his brain is racing with a million more things to add.
I’m sorry for being a dick
I’m sorry for leaving you naked in bed
I’m sorry for ignoring you
I’m sorry for loving you
He doesn’t say any of that, and you only nod.
“You look as beautiful as always,” Schlatt says and you warm lightly and mumble a thank you. “I lied to you.” He spills.
“What?”
“When I said I wanted to end it - that i didn’t think we should do,” He takes a breath. “That we shouldn’t do anything that we did.” You stared at him, tears welling in your eyes.
“Then why?” You whispered, small and broken.
“I was terrified, am terrified.”
“Of what, Schlatt?” You bit your lip and searched his face, looking for some kind of answer.
“Of breaking a promise to myself.” Schlatt expected you to throw your drink at him, to roll your eyes and say ‘what the fuck kind of explanation is that’. But you don’t. You only smile again. This time it’s your genuine smile, and it blinds him for a moment.
“Do you think you could take me home?”
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Your apartment door closes behind the two of you, and his mouth is on yours instantly. The kiss isn’t fast, needy, or laced with any kind of sexual overtones. It’s slow, purposeful, the promise of something new.
“May I please try to make all of this up to you?” Schlatt whispers between kisses. You nod and he walks you back into your bedroom, a path he still has, and forever will, have memorized. Schlatt pulls the dress from your body slowly. With each new section of skin exposed, Schlatt kisses it with such revrencey, like it’s the first time he’s ever seen it.
He walks you backwards until your thighs hit the foot of the bed. He lays you down, kissing you as he does. He stands up over you and pulls his own shirt and pants down.
“God, your beautiful sweetheart.” He runs his hands from your thighs to your chest, then holds your face in his hands. “I missed you,” Schlatt says before engulfing you in a kiss. This kiss is filled with a passion you’ve never seen with him. One that he tries to use to make up for everyone he has missed out on in the past month. He presses a finger into you, beginning to work you open.
The atmosphere is so intamite. Something the two of you have never shared before. Every time you’ve had sex with Schlatt it’s always been fast and burning. This time is just gentle and warm.
As he leans over you and interlocks your hands together as he thrusts into you. With his mouth right next to your ear, he starts whispering soft nothings to you.
You’re beautiful
I missed you
I’m sorry
The knot in your stomach tangles and he could feel his own release approaching too. He speeds up slightly, as do the whispers against your ear. You kissed him as the knot inside you unravels and he follows pulling out and spiling across your stomach.
Schlatt pushes the hair out of your face and presses his forehead against yours.
“I did miss you, and I am sorry, more than you’ll ever know.”
“I do know, and I missed you, too.” You pull him into a kiss, sealing your forgiveness.
#schlatt#jschlatt x reader#that's all folks - i have spoken#jschlatt#schlatt x reader#schlatt smut#jschlatt smut#jschlatt x y/n
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However, if people are wanting I can post 8 anyway (probably before midnight tn) ,,, it is *smutty*
can you do a part 2 of playlist seven?
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!! It's in the works.
The next to parts are a kind of response to seven.
The reason it's taking so long is because I want to post eight and nine together. It shouldn't take to much longer since this week is my last week of classes and I can focus in completely on writing.
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can you do a part 2 of playlist seven?
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!! It's in the works.
The next to parts are a kind of response to seven.
The reason it's taking so long is because I want to post eight and nine together. It shouldn't take to much longer since this week is my last week of classes and I can focus in completely on writing.
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Wow. The wholesome?? So so so good
Hello!!!! I just wanted to ask if you could PLEASE PLEASE PLEEAAASEEEE do family dinner with Schlatt? Like going with him back to new york and meetkng his family and it's all fun OMG IM IN LOVEEEE
Thanks!!! Merry Christmas!!!!
family dinner - schlatt x gn!reader
tags; @jaedsbrain ,
you and jay had been dating for a few months now, but you still had yet to meet his family.
until the perfect moment struck; christmas.
you knew he was planning to visit his family back in new york for the holidays, so you simply asked if you could join him. he was over the moon when you asked, happily agreeing.
the flight there was exhausting to say the least, but as soon as you landed you were practically wide awake. you didn’t bother to stop for food, considering jay had told you they already made breakfast.
it was nerve racking, meeting your boyfriends family for the first time wasn’t the easiest. you had to make a good impression, you didn’t want them to hate you.
by the time you arrived you could tell they were heavy into the holidays. the entire house was decked, floor to roof, in decor. lights, gnomes, fake deer, anything you could name.
it brought a slight sense of comfort, especially when you approached the door.
your hand was holding onto jay’s, slightly standing behind him as he knocked. the door was opened by an older lady, who immediately brought him into an embrace and expressed how much she had missed him. she pulled away and saw you, smiling widely before embracing you as well.
“oh, it’s so great to meet you! whenever jay calls he always talks about you.” she laughed as she looked over at him, an embarrassed frown on his face as he scoffed and walked inside the house. “he’s still such a grump.” she mumbled and gestured for you to follow her inside, taking you towards the living room which and even more family.
you were greeted by a young boy running towards your legs, grabbing onto them and screaming. behind him was your boyfriend on all fours, crawling and laughing like a maniac.
“uncle jay is gonna eat me!” you couldn’t help but giggle, leaning down to lift up the little boy and hold him securely. “don’t worry, i’ll protect you from the bad bad man.” you spoke in a joking tone, quickly rushing past jay on the floor and into the living room.
the young boy laughed loudly at your actions, especially when you threw him on the couch and frantically covered him in blankets, saying you were making him a safe space.
right on your heels was jay, metaphorically and literally. as he stood up he reached for your waist, dipping you back dramatically, earning a tiny yelp from your mouth.
he smiled and placed a kiss on your forehead, standing you up straight before sitting down and pulling you onto his lap.
his entire family was staring by now, but not in a disgusted or confused way, rather a look of awe.
you shrugged it off, leaning into his touch and gently placing with the loose hair poking out from under his hat.
everyone sat gathered around the table, you and jay next to each other, and his hand on your thigh.
the food was amazing of course, sending your compliments towards his mother whenever she asked.
the young boy from earlier, who you found was named nathan, was talking to you about dinosaurs and trains. it was honestly adorable, and you had made some comments on your own opinions, mostly agreeing how cool they were.
you could feel jay’s soft gaze on you, a small smile on his lips as he admired you. in that very moment he was pretty sure he wanted you to be the mother of his kids.
his entire family seemed to love you already, the conversations flowed amazingly with you, the topics were one you were extremely familiar with, and they laughed at all your jokes.
by the time you were meant to leave, his mom offered up the guest bedroom for you guys, to which you didn’t decline.
as you sat on the bed scrolling on your phone, jay getting dressed just a few feet in front of you, you heard him mumble something.
“what was that?” you looked up with a raised brow, watching as he smiled and walked towards you, his hands finding their way on your waist as he kissed you softly for a moment.
“just said i’m glad my family likes you.” he let out a content sigh, laying on the bed next to you and pulling you into his chest. “i’m glad too, jay.” you smiled and leaned into his touch, soon falling asleep to the sound of his steady and slow breathing.
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fluffy smut w/ schlatt bc im going through it right now and need to forget about reality for a moment (fem/afab reader)
nsfw under the cut, minors dni, 18+ only
you're in tears when you call schlatt. you beg him to come and pick you up and keep you company because you can't be alone. not tonight.
you haven't been able to see schlatt at all during your week off from work due to circumstances beyond your control. you were strong and a good daughter and granddaughter. but you just needed a break from it all.
schlatt comes by immediately and brings you back to his place, stroking your hair and putting on some of your favorite songs as he drives back. he's so proud of you for being so strong. he vows to pamper you as soon as you're back at his.
all you want is him. all you want is to feel his body against yours. and he grants your wish when you go through the door.
clothes are discarded, making a trail to schlatt's bedroom. he's got his hands on your breasts, playing with them as he trails kisses down your neck and chest. your soft moans are like music to his ears.
all you need is to feel him inside you. you beg for his cock and he wastes no time tearing open a condom and sliding inside you. he holds you close as he pounds into you. your nails dig into his back as you whine his name, clenching around him as you feel your release.
"that-a girl, come around my cock. you're so beautiful, princess." he groans before coming inside you.
you go for a couple more rounds after that, unsure about the next time you'll be able to do that. and you fall asleep in his arms as he traces soft patterns in your back with his fingertips, glad to call you his.
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Playlist Track Seven
Hi guys <3 this is sad <3 sorry <3
You
Its been two months, 91 days, since Schlatt and you became whatever you two are. Dating would be too formal of a title and friends with benefits wouldn’t encompass everything you two are.
He is over at your place almost every day, and when he’s not at yours, it’s because you are at his. Schlatt takes you to dinner, texting you a few hours earlier to get ready and to wear something pretty. You watch movies on his couch and it usually ends with you too cuddled up and falling asleep before the halfway mark. There is a warmth that runs through you every time you see him, every time you even think of him. The sex is amazing, yeah of course it is, but if that stopped and you only had him like this; there could be worse things.
There is a screaming urge at the back of your head to ask him what you two are, but the risk of shattering this bubble you’re in is too great. So you stifle that scream and stay in the fragile space you and Schlatt have created.
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The morning air is cold as you lay your head in his lap. His back is against the headboard and his fingers are gently running through your hair. A speaker at the end of the room is softly playing and as the song changes, Schlatt sings along.
“You are the sun and moon and stars.” He looks down at you so gently that if it were a touch, you don’t know if you could even feel it. “And I could never run away from you.” Though he’s just singing along it feels as if he is saying the words to you.
“You, me and everything, caught in the fire.” Schlatt says it like it’s a promise. As if you and him are a promise he’s not willing to break. You believe it too.
Schlatt looks at you with such reverence that you feel saintly looking up at him.
Laying there, you realize that warmth is love. You’re falling in love with him. The feeling usually comes with a weight, one that usually brings you back to reality. But that feeling isn’t there. You think it’s because some part of your mind thinks, hopes, that him acting like he does, looking at you like he is, maybe he’s falling in love with you too.
“I can see me drowning, caught in the fire,” Radiohead sings in the background. You find the courage to say something easily as you look at each other. You say something before you notice the change in his eye.
“Hey Schlatt-”’
”I don’t think we should do this anymore.” The tone shift nocks the air from your lungs and sends your heart to the pit of your stomach. There is that familiar weight. He clears his throat and stops looking at you. You sit up from his lap and wrap the blankets around your bare chest. “The sex, seeing each other all the time. I don’t think we should do it anymore.”
“What do you mean?” You try to stop emotion from your voice, but it cracks with the weight of tears wanting to escape.
“I’m sorry doll- y/n -” He corrects himself quickly. Schlatt removes himself from your bed just as quickly, and it isn’t long before he’s out of your apartment.
The next day… No good morning text from him, you agree and think maybe space is a good thing
The next week… The check in texts you send gets at most a three word response before he stops answering at all.
The next week starts his radio silence. Your texts are, at first, read, then unanswered. Then unread at all.
The tears come slow first, then all at once.
#jschlatt#schlatt#jschlatt x reader#schlatt x reader#jschlatt x y/n#that's all folks - i have spoken
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im so nervous about the next playlist post y'all,,, also happy belated thanks giving for the American folk.
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How do we feel about sub schlatt? Okioki hear me out:Schlatt is all gruff and big guy but when you switch it up and top him the first time, he's a hiss and moaning mess. Its such a different experience, he had never actually imagined subbing to you but its all so good, being able to just sit back and take whatever pleasure you lay on him♡
BARKING RIGHT NOW OMG
just imagine him being overstimulated while you’re riding him and he’s mindlessly thrusting up into you as he’s begging for you to let him cum inside you and when you finally let him he’s mumbling “thank you”’s so fast it’s not even funny
and to answer that other ask you sent in ofc you can be 🕸️ anon!
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I am 😎✌️
are u autistic
Lol probably
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as someone with a strong southern accent,,, thank you for your service 🫡
<<33 I live in the south, and I sound like it so it has a tendancy to seep into everything i do
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