Man who is so so heavy handed and rough during sex but it's just because he's pussy whipped and love drunk that he doesn't even realise how much of his weight he's using.
My boyfriend keeps a Photo Booth photo of us as his bookmark and we are both sat across from each other on the train. I’m watching a show and he’s reading, and I just saw him admire the photo of us and smile and stare for a solid 30 seconds and I genuinely almost cried I love him so much
Simple Math but make it a/b/o and Bunny hasn’t had a heat in years because she’s been on the run, gets settled with the boys, finally feels safe and loved and then bam
I miss 2018-2020 slop wattpad fanfics with face claims, fake social posts, and love or host story lines!!! I want to make one just for the nostalgia. Where are all the 16 year old writers that got into car accidents or are in terrible living situations?!
I've Got All This Ringing in My Ears and None on My Fingers
Schlatt x Reader hurt/comfort. Slight mention of NSFW. Inspired by the song I've Got All This Ringing in My Ears and None on My Fingers by Fall Out Boy.
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You knew this would happen. Knew it from the moment you saw him, the smug and toothy grin followed by a “Y’need somethin' there, toots?” Said in a drawl that made your knees weak. Schlatt knew he was handsome. Fuck, he had countless people telling him that every day, and he wasn’t shy about it. But something stirred in him from the mindless stare you gave him, eyes like fucking saucers as he tilted his head to look down at you.
You shouldn’t even be entertaining the thought. You knew what you’d been told, that he was just another arrogant content creator, even saw it in how he acted sometimes. But you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t fucking hot. And you were crossfaded to hell, dangerously close to making a choice that you knew would shatter you if it went south. You couldn’t risk getting attached to yet another person only for them to disappear. Realizing this, you give a scoff and roll your eyes before turning to head for the door, hoping it’d dampen his interest.
Then, you heard him.
“Oh, real cute,” his voice cutting straight through the music and party chatter ringing in your ears. The tone in his voice made you falter for a moment, but you kept walking, not wanting to let him see he got to you. But your tense shoulders only gave you away.
“Not even a ‘fuck you’ or somethin’?”
That took you off guard. Part of you found it funny, the other part was still trying to figure out how to react.
“What?” You scoff, finally stopping in your tracks and turning to look back at him.
“Oh, that’s what gets you to turn back around?” He taunted, cocking a brow. You usually were never one to give these kinds of guys the light of day, but something about him kept you in his grip like a moth drawn to a flame. Unable to tear your eyes away from the man before you despite the threat of being burned. He seems to clock this fairly quickly, a sly grin forming on his face.
“Why don’t you come over and see what everyone’s talkin’ about?” He challenged, making your mouth suddenly go dry. You couldn’t tell if it was the alcohol and weed in your system or the way his voice dropped and how he looked at you, but you were trapped in his gaze. And you didn’t want to leave it this time.
He stands there, the glint in his eyes making your stomach turn yet also made you weak in the knees. You couldn’t resist anymore, scoffing under your breath before closing the distance, watching as that fucking grin grew on his face.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Not gonna run off anymore?”
You roll your eyes again, but you stay right in front of him against any better judgment. He seems pleased with this, nodding toward the door you were about to walk out of moments ago, a silent invitation.
His grin is sharp as he now has you right where he wants you, watching you like he’s already won. Maybe he has. His hands are on you before you can change your mind—palms against your hips, lips dragging down your throat.
You don’t stop him.
You only stop thinking.
The truth hurt worse than anything Schlatt could bring himself to do to you.
The truth that you fell, and you fell hard, when both of you agreed this wouldn’t go anywhere. Just merely filling each other’s needs, right?
You remember the way he held you under the stars, the one time you saw his walls fall. Saw the man behind the spikey persona he fronted for the cameras. But as fast as you saw them fall, they went back up, as if the moment never happened. Like he was afraid of letting you in, letting you see him for who he truly was. Afraid you won’t be interested anymore. But little did he know, that’s all you wanted. To see that he was something more, but part of you was too afraid of the possibility of that not being the case.
It was another night up late, sleep leaving you in the dust as you were doom-scrolling yet again. Sprawled out on your stomach in bed, tucked under your covers and surrounded by your stuffed animals you knew you should’ve outgrown by now but you refused to. And as the clock turns another hour, your phone starts to buzz in your hand, pulling your attention from the reel of a cat absolutely bumping it to a song.
Schlatt.
Your stomach dropped, sighing softly as you let the phone buzz a little more in your hands, trying to see if he’d back out or not. But no, the phone ringing was as persistent as he was, and you caved, just like always as you tapped the screen to answer.
“Hello?” you put on a sleepy tone to make him think he woke you up. But you both knew better than that. There’s a pause on the other end, and for a second, you think maybe he’s already hung up.
“’Course you’re awake.” Schlatt’s voice is rough, laced with something you can’t quite place.
You sigh, shifting onto your back. “And you’re drunk.” It’s not a question, then you hear him let out a little laugh.
“Dunno what you’re talkin’ about, sweetheart.”
“You only call me this late when you are.” Another pause. He exhales sharply, like he knows he’s been caught but refuses to admit it.
“Shouldn’t’a called.”
“Then why did you?”
Silence.
You almost think he’s not going to answer, then he mutters, “Fuck if I know.”
“That’s bullshit.”
“You always gotta pick a fight with me?” His voice is sharper now, irritation creeping in. “I call, you answer, and we go through this same song and dance,”
You cut him off. “You’re the one calling me in the middle of the night, Schlatt.”
“Yeah? And you’re the one always pickin’ up, toots.”
That shuts you up. Because he’s right. You do, every fucking time. Even though you know exactly how this ends. Messy, unresolved, with a bitter taste in your mouth and a hollow feeling in your chest that you were desperate to fill.
“Y’could just tell me to fuck off,” he says after a moment, voice quieter. “Would make it easier.”
“Would it even fuckin’ do anything at this point?”
Schlatt doesn’t answer, but you hear him sigh again, long and tired.
“I just… fuck, I d’know,” he mutters, words slightly slurred. “Felt alone.”
Something tightens in your chest. You should be angry. Should tell him to grow the fuck up, to stop running in circles with you. But the vulnerability in his voice, the way it barely slips through before he’s swallowing it back down, has your heart twisting instead. You knew that feeling too well yourself.
There’s a beat of silence before you say, “Do you want me to stay on the phone?”
Another pause.
“…Yeah.”
Your eyes sting, but you ignore it. You don’t say anything else. Just lay there, listening to the steady sound of his breathing on the other end. It’s a comfortable silence, the previous tension between you two seeming to lighten up. It almost makes your heart flutter when you hear him speak up again.
“G’night, sweetheart,” he murmurs, voice barely above a whisper.
“Goodnight, Schlatt.”
Neither of you hang up, hearing him as he shifts in his bed before letting out a breath that lets you know he’s drifted off to sleep. And, coincidentally, that makes you relax into your bed, eyes closing as you drift off. You knew you were far from the intimacy you wanted from him, but this gave you hope you’d get there eventually.
some of my fav videos of all time are the jschlatt and wilbur soot collabs.
before wilbur soot got outed as a cunt and before jschlatt realized slop made more money.
that shit was so fire. hyper light drifter for a youtube soundtrack is such a brilliant move.
old jschlatt in general was so phenominal. His old channel before twitch too. Dude's an artistic genius. A Tribute to Minecraft is obv a masterpiece, I cry everytime I watch that. His radiohead vids are also phenominal. But even just his smplive stuff, some really hilarious and emotional shit there. Fuck.
I get why he makes slop now, it's easy and makes probably a load of money. But damn it still makes me sad that he's not doing the kind of really emotional art pieces I know he could.
He talked about it on the sleep deprived discord that when he makes videos he truly loves they don’t make nearly as much views as the slop. It’s so sad. Even on the podcast they have said that all the games they love to play on the gaming channel they had to stop cause they did so shit. I wish people saw how happy and passionate they are with their videos and love them even when they aren’t the persons interest
You’ve emptied your box of black-fly coolers and you’re now working on your captain Morgan rum. Your ears are ringing with the screaming of the group. there’s about 20 people here now. all streamers from the group, Charlie, Ted, and swaggersouls for some reason wearing his chainmail hood still. You look over at the tv noticing Ted doing a silly dance. You start to giggly and schlatt sitting next you on the couch also starts laughing.
All night he’s been cute towards you. Pouring your drinks, getting you ice, and leaning in to hear what you’re saying even though he could hear you fine the first time. And now your sat with your legs in his lap as you drunkenly sink into the couch.
He laughs at you
“ your so drunk right now aren’t you”
Slurrying your speech a little you grin and say
“Shut up”
The music gets turned all the way up and you both look at the stereo seeing Ted swaying to the music as your favourite song starts to play.
“YES I love this song”
Schlatt says dragging you off the couch. You get to the middle of his living room and he starts singing softly and swaying with you To the beat of the music. Everyone is dancing around you and it feels so good to be with people you trust.
As the night goes on you get so drunk you can barely walk. schlatt suggests you lay down and offers his bed. Ted and schlatt bring you up the stairs to his room. They get to the bed and you flop down they leave you a bucket and a cold clothe and then turn the lights off and walk out. You than drift off to sleep your head almost pounding to the beat of the music
You hear a stir in the hallway and some deep voices. the music is now turned down and the house is dimly lit now. The door creaks open and hits the wall softly. Ted and swaggers have schlatt up on their shoulders. He’s rambling on random drunken words and Ted is shushing him trying to not wake you up. They get him to the bed and he flops down. You, now half awake looking at him face to face as mumbles under his breath. You can smell the alcohol off of him as he breathes heavily. Ted and swaggers get his legs on the bed and click off the lamp.
“There ya go buddy”
Swagger says patting his back
“Fucken alcoholic”
Ted says drunkenly
Their conversation continues out the door as it shuts behind them. Schlatt breathing heavily mumbles once again in his sleep. Your so dizzy and buzzed you think he’s actually saying something
“Hm?”
You say barely awake
“Mmm- mommy I’m so drunkk”
Schlatt says clearly through all the mumbles
You instinctively reply also mumbling in your sleep
“I know baby Cmere”
He pushes his way into your chest. his face now between your tits and his hand sitting perfectly on your waist. He moves his leg on yours and your knee goes between his legs. as you move your leg up more you feel something stiff in his pants pressing against your thigh
He starts to nuzzle his face into your chest more you feel what you now realize is his cock, start to twitch as he does. It continues to throb and you try to ignore it to go back to sleep but you can help it. You start to move your leg to try and see if he’ll start humping it. As you do he squeezes his legs together and pushes his hips forward all while letting out a cute little moan. It pleases you so you scratch his head as a little reward. As you try to go back to sleep. Than you feel schlatt start to grind on you leg slowly at a steady pace.
“More mommy”
You hear him softly moan in his sleep. You pretend not to notice and try to sleep. As you do you feel a slight nibble on your tit. He slowly get more more intense with it he slide his hand up your waist and cups your tit. He licks and nibbles on the skin. He than pulls down your shirt and bra and starts to suck on your nipple. You start to moan at the feeling of him licking you. You’re so sensitive there and it makes you squirm at the feeling.
“Schlatt?”
You try to nudge him and wake him up. As you do he puts his hand down your pants and and starts to rub you
“Yea?”
He says sleepily
“I thought you were asleep”
You say catching you breathe while flustered
“I was until you were rubbing my dick through my pants”
“I was just adjusting, Aa”
He bites you a little and giggles
“Yea right you were totally tryna feel it”
“Aa fuck”
You whimper as he bites harder
“I’m sorry, I could just feel it throbbing and I wanted to feel more. Ouch fuck, don’t be so rough”
Schlatt chuckles and starts sucking your nipple again. You can feel him flick his tounge and it make you get wetter. Schlatt noticing your underwear getting damp starts to rub you more.
“You little perv I was asleep yknow”
“Aa fuck, it was hard to tell with you moaning mommy at me”
“I don’t remember doing that”
“Well u did, hehe what you embarrassed?”
He suddenly puts his hand down your underwear and pushes his fingers inside of you. You gasp as he does and grab his arm overwhelmed by the feeling.
“Fuck your so wet and I’ve barely touched you”
He whispers in your ear
Your gripping his arm at the feeling of his two fingers stretching you out. He leaves them there not moving and just watches as you catch your breath. He than pulls you closer and cuddles his face into neck.
“Goodnight”
He says his fingers still in you, making you throb and whimper
“Your fingers are still”
Schlatt shushes you and starts to sleep. So you do as well trying to ignore the position he has you in.
As you drift off to sleep you start to hear him snore lightly. You can’t believe he’s actually asleep like this his finger inside you. It’s hard to sleep so you try to move his hand away. schlatt stirs in his sleep as you do.
“Mm mine”
He mumbles shoving his fingers into you deeper. You whimper as you feel your wetness start to drip out. He than pulls you closer and starts to move his fingers in and out at a fast pace. He wraps his arm around your head and bites down on your neck.
“Fuck schlatt stop”
He stops what he’s doing and start mumbling again
“Mm but you so cute to not play with”
The rest of the night consists of you falling asleep and than waking up to him moving inside you. teasing you and making you so wet throughout the night that you thighs are now covered in it.
At one point it’s a bit blurry to remember but you remember schlatt taking his fingers out of you and getting out of bed. Along with hearing his belt and pant drop to the floor. You drifted off to sleep again but awoke to the feeling of your pants sliding off.
“ what are you doing?”
You say now seeing schlatt positioned between your legs. He than quickly without replying shoves his cock in you and starts pounding you relentlessly hard and deep.
“FUCk”
You scream bumping your moans with the pace of his pounding. His hard pounding goes on for what feels like so long. Your legs and shaking and your heart is racing. Finally with one final hard pound you feel his cock throb deep inside of you. As he fills you up you hear him whispering to himself
“Thank you mommy, fuck aa, thank you mommy for letting me use your pussy”
He says all while slowly grinding into you and pumping every last bit of his cum in you. He stays there for a moment as you both catch your breath. He than slowly pulls out of you and moans as he does.
“Fuckkk”
He says collapsing next to you while your legs shake violently. You both lay there catching your breath still. You can feel his cum leaking out of you. He than takes your hand and holds it nibbles a little and kisses it.
“you aren’t awake are you?”
He says quietly.
“You can’t pound me that hard and expect me to not wake up”
“Heh sorry I couldn’t help it you’ve been dripping on my hand all night and grinding and moaning in your sleep.”
“No I wasn’t shut up”
“Ha yes you were and you were even mumbling something about my dick”
“Whatever, like you didn’t just say thank you mommy after cumming in me, you little pet”
He than hides his face in the pillow and softly says
“Shut up”
You both drift off to sleep both covered in each other’s cum and still spinning from the alcohol.
Migraines are so funny because my head hurts so imma sit in bed in the dark, but I’m bored so I go on tumblr but the lights hurt my head so I listen to a podcast but the noise hurts my head, so I sit in silence but thoughts hurt my head
