#jschlatt x reader

[fawngirl4president]

LMAOOO

[vjst-0]

How it feels to request a fic and the writer actually writes your request

[beersangel]

baby you

pairings → jschlatt x streamer!reader

warnings → mentions of sex, jschlatt babying sick reader :p

summary → y/n tries to push through a stream while sick, but schlatt has other plans.

You’d been sick the entire stream.

Not deathly sick, just enough to make everything feel heavy. Your head hurt, your throat burned, and every time you laughed you regretted it.

But chat had been nice today, donations were good, and you kept saying you’d end after “one more game.”

At this point even you knew you looked miserable.

“You sound awful mama” one dono read.

“Oh I’m okay! thank you so much for the dono sydney” you said, pulling your blanket tighter around yourself as you queued up.

after losing yet another round you leaned back in your chair with a groan.

“Okay, maybe I should get off.”

The chat instantly flooded with people begging you for one more round, saying you can’t end on a loss.

You stared at the monitor for a second, already giving in with a soft sigh.

“…Okay maybe one mor-“

Your bedroom door opened.

You glanced over to your boyfriend schlatt, confused by how sudden he had pushed open the door.

He walked over next to your desk and pressed the back of his hand against your forehead.

He paused, feeling how hot your skin was.

You looked up at him in confusion.

Without a word, he reached over and said “bye chat” before clicking your mouse, and ending the stream.

The monitor went quiet.

“Wha-“

“C’mon.”

Before you could argue, he leaned down and picked you up out of the chair.

“Schlatt-“ you gasped automatically, grabbing onto his shirt.

“Let’s get you to bed, yeah?” he said quietly. “Your fever’s gettin worse.”

You opened your mouth to complain, but honestly you were too tired to try.

Instead you just let your head fall against his shoulder with a sigh while he carried you down the hall.

The bedroom was dim except for the lamp beside the bed.

He set you down carefully against the pillows before walking over to the closet.

You watched him through half-open eyes while he grabbed one of your oversized shirts and a pair of sleep shorts.

“I can do it” you said quietly, your voice a little rough from being sick.

“Arms” he muttered softly, ignoring your words completely as he sat down beside you with the clothes in his lap.

You sighed but lifted your arms anyway, too tired to actually fight him on it.

“You’re treating me like a child” you said while he pulled the oversized shirt over your head carefully.

“Oh, you don’t want me to baby you? You usually like that” he said dryly, trying not to smile.

The shirt fell past your hands once he fixed it properly on you.

“Oh fuck you” you muttered, though a small smile still grew on your face.

“Trust me baby, I would love to, as soon as you’re feeling better yeah?” he replied.

“Jerk” you whispered under your breath as he grabbed your sleep shorts from the nightstand.

“I heard that” he said while kneeling in front of you, looking up at you as he carefully slid the shorts up your bare legs before moving them back under the covers properly.

“You were supposed to” you said, squinting down at him sleepily before curling deeper into the bed, looking at him with a dazy expression.

Schlatt brushed your hair back from your forehead again before pressing the back of his hand there for a second.

“Jesus” he muttered. “You’re burning up.”

“I’m okay” you mumbled with a small reassuring smile.

He pulled the blanket up over you properly.

“You should’ve ended stream hours ago.”

“I know.”

“And stop reading chat when they tell you to keep going when you’re clearly tired, especially when you’re sick”

“They were being nice.”

“They were enabling you.”

That made you smile a little.

Schlatt looked at you for a second before reaching over to turn the lamp off.

The room went darker instantly.

Then the mattress dipped beside you.

You barely had enough energy to react before he pulled you against his chest, pressing a kiss to your head.

“Get some sleep toots” he muttered.

You nodded against him, already half asleep.

“I love you” you whispered sleepily.

“I love you more” he whispered back, smiling softly against your hair.

author’s note: thinking about making a jschlatt taglist reply with “💌” if you want to be added! :p I like writing cute little one shots like these!

[memloz]

LITTLE (online) MOMENTS // jschlatt x reader

part 2

wc: not sure, over 1k tho

synopsis: little moments from schlatt/yours streams, videos, etc. chat doesn’t know you guys are together

warnings: suggestive jokes/flirting, obvi he’s a lil mean but it’s only persona,

reader is written as female

a/n: wait idk how to feel about this one, lowkey most dialogue/clips are take from other streamers and made to fit them. enjoy!!!

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“Holy shit, there’s so many creepers” You heard Schlatts voice ring out through your headphones after a few moments of silence. You two had been recording a video for your channel on a minecraft server that you owned and was open to a few of your close friends.

“Don’t go near them.” You replied as you mined a few hay blocks in a desert village, minding your own business.

“No man you- you don’t understand.” He replied nervously as he walked closer towards you with you knowing.

“Schlatt I think you’re fine just-“ You cut yourself off as you started laughing at the hoard of at least 15 creepers following him. “How did that even happen?!” You exclaimed, hitting your desk from laughing so hard and trying to catch your breath.

“We got a bigger situation on our hands.” He replied walking closer towards you, you shrieked lightly and ran in the other direction.

“Don’t come near me!” You yelled through laughter as he laughed along with you.

“But I got you those blocks you have been wanting.” He tried to reason with you as he continued to follow you with the mob of mobs behind him.

“I don’t want them anymore!”

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Yumi, Y/N, Schlatt, and Smii7y all sat in a rainbow 6 siege game picking out their characters. You selected a random one and let all the guys talk as you talked to your stream chat. Watching the game load in you quickly unmuted your mic as everyone fell quiet to concentrate.

“Wait should I talk to this random in our game?” You asked as you realized it had filled the last slot with someone random.

“I uh… I don’t know if that’s a good idea.” Smii7y said as Yumi and Schlatt laughed.

“No it’ll be fine watch this.” You replied as you went to hold your push to talk button on your keyboard.

“Hypothetically if this was my first game how would you all feel about that?” You spoke in game chat as Smii7y started to laugh again, waiting for the random to respond to you.

“No.” The random spoke suddenly and very abruptly in a deep voice. Taking you off guard you let out a loud cackle and quickly started coughing, taking a sip from your water bottle as you started thinking of something to say.

“Good thing it’s not my first game, it was just a prank.” You said in game chat.

“A prank?!” Schlatt laughed loudly in the discord call. “That’s the best you came up with??”

“Got me.” The random said causing the entire call to laugh loudly at the response. Schlatts voice to text icon quickly flashed on screen before going away a split second later.

Watching it flash back up again and hearing “I don’t mind first timers, as long as you’re a good girl and listen and do as I say, you’ll be alright.” He replied smug in the game chat causing your character to stop moving, making eye contact with your camera

user1: schlatts always at the scene of the crime

user3: HELLO!?????

user98: oh that’s being clipped and taken out of context

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You had been streaming for about two hours now, your minecraft stream turned into a qna as your dog had died to a creeper explosion and instead of crying about it, you rage quit.

“Be honest how late did you wake up today?” You read as chat flew past you practically at the speed of light since you were being so responsive to them, everyone wanted a chance to talk to you.

“Uhm not too late, maybe around 10 or 11 AM. I had to take Sasuke to the vet this morning and then hangout with a little uh…. a little certain someone.” You grinned to the camera as you bit your lip and threw your hands up in the air.

“Sasuke is my cat by the way.” You added on as your cat jumped on the stand behind you.

“user44 sent $15: would you date anyone in chat?” your TTS rang out through the stream as a notification appeared in the top corner.

“Thank you user44 for the 15!!” You happily clapped your hands and smiled before responding. “Uhm, I don’t know, i’m not in the market for looking at anyone right now. I’m perfectly content in my lifestyle and I think someone being a fan of me might make things a little awkward.” You answered truthfully and to the best of your ability for being put on the spot.

jschlatt: oh so should i just cancel my 38 month sub

“Girl- what are you doing here.” giggling as you spoke. you didn’t know he was in chat watching your stream, being told he had many meetings today you figured you wouldn’t be talking to him that much till tonight.

jschlatt: i had to piss

jschlatt: so you just hate me now

jschlatt: i’m cancelling the chipotle i just sent to your house

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“Chat STOP sending me edits of Schlatt.” You screamed in frustration but couldn’t help to let out a little laugh. You were doing a media share stream for a few hours where there was ZERO restrictions on what could be sent, but obviously within moderation of course.

“Like, send me Ted or Charlie or LITERALLY ANYONE.” You screamed, grabbing your camera for dramatic effect. A new video popped up, looking at the thumbnail and seeing Ted Nivison*.

“See this is what I’m talking about! Ted is attractive WE KNOW THIS!!” You and Ted were incredibly close and always made attraction jokes together, also to try and draw attention from you and schlatt being together.

“Okay let me hit play on this.” You said as you put your water bottle down and looked at your monitor. Grabbing your mouse and hitting play you smiled at the intro clip of Ted for a few seconds before the beat dropped and it switched to Schlatt. You groaned loudly and threw your headphones off, leaning back in your chair and staring at the picture of Schlatt mid edit where you were recording him and your hand was on his chest as he looked into the camera (actually at you) with a slight smug smirk on his face.

You stayed quiet for a few moments before sitting back up and grabbing your headphones, putting them back on.

“Actually you know what chat, Schlatt kinda fine. You know I keep suppressing this but like look at him.” You talked to your screen as chat flooded with “OMG” “ARE U FR!?!”.

“would you date Schlatt?” You read out before gasping quickly.

“YES! YES! YES! YES! YES!” You replied with fake excitement, bouncing up and down in your chair.

You quickly switched your screen to Schlatts stream and saw him sitting at his desk in a sweater you had gotten him for his birthday a few weeks ago and smiled softly.

user6: OOOOO SHES BLUSHINGGGG

userinschlattstream: would u date y/n?

Schlatt looked at his chat and sighed heavily, staying silent.

“Y/N sounds like a great guy.” Schlatt responded very monotoned and in the opposite of how you sounded answering the question. Your smile fell and you stared into the camera, watching as Schlatt opened your stream on his stream (streamception) and watched himself read the question off and responding.

Schlatt laughed loudly and obnoxiously as he watched your face fall and you look at the camera.

“Never in a million years.” Schlatt laughed out as he watched your stream on mute, you getting up and flailing your arms about in obvious fake anger, you obviously yelling loudly as you picked up one of his ram youtooz and threw it at the wall and then repeating it with another one, kicking it once it fell in front of you.

Still ranting you walked up to your computer and ended your stream mid sentence causing Schlatt to laugh again as your stream screen went black and your chat raided his.

y/n: ur ugly anyway 🖕🖕🖕

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“Wait can you get me this one?” You asked Schlatt, holding up a baseball bat as you walked around Dicks with him, softwilly (Nick), and yumi (Blake). Schlatt looked you up and down as you held the bat out to him.

“it’s $200.” You added on as you poked him with the bat. The camera panned to you and then back to Schlatt who was starring at you with a deadpanned look.

“$200? You really think i’m buying that for you?” He asked rudely, in his online persona. “Put that shit back.” He added on, you frowned and put it back on the shelf before turning around and looking around. After a while you followed the group of boys to the register, you quickly grabbed a 6 pack of Nike socks and a redbull.

“What?” You asked as you put them on the counter next to Schlatts stuff. Schlatt turned around to make sure the camera was off before pushing the two items closer to the cashier to pay for them. You smiled as you leaned onto his arm.

“You know i’m going to be going yard off you today right?” You asked him as you both let out a small laugh.

“Yeah I know, we can’t all be d1 college athletes.” He replied as he thanked the cashier and gave Nick the bag of stuff for the video, Schlatt quickly grabbing the bag with my stuff in it and carrying it out.

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“Listeners at home love you to death-“ Ted started speaking in the voice call as you approached Schlatt in his room, handing him something. Schlatt quickly muted his mic so it wouldn’t pick up anything you two were saying.

“Sorry, I know you’re recording but this just showed up and I needed to show you.” You said as you stood in view of his camera, the only thing showing was from your thighs to just about in between your chest and shoulders.

You opened the package revealing a frame* of a little collage of things that correlate to the both of you. Your birth dates, cords of the place you two went on your first date on, the date you guys met, anniversary, pics of you two together, etc.

“Oh it looks nicer than I thought it would.” He complimented it as he took it out of your hands and held it in front of him.

“It appears Schlatt has a woman in his bedroom at the moment, not sure who.” Ted lied about not knowing who, trying to keep the listeners/watchers involved. Schlatt handed the frame back to you as you looked over it again.

“We’ll hang it up when i’m done, ok?” he smiled at you as you covered his camera and kissed his cheek, quickly uncovering it and leaving the room.

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“Alright that last room was fucking atrocious… let’s see who we got next- you’re joking…” Schlatt said to his stream as he climbed the next video and the thumbnail of your face came up on his screen. Schlatt put his hands on his face and sighed loudly and exaggeratedly.

“Which one of my mods let this through, I mean how can you do this? You’re being fired after this stream.” He added on in fake annoyance as he read chat, he looked back at the video and hit play.

“Hey chat!!” You beamed at your phone camera, waving before dropping your hand, “Schlatt.” and then fake gagged. He paused the video and threw his hands up in annoyance, quickly hitting play again.

“I know what you’re thinking; ‘Y/N the walls in your room are c/n, why are the walls in here white’ well my friend, let me show you.” Your voice played through the stream.

user3: who’s room is that???

user72: i bet it’s their partners room…

The video cut to you sitting in Schlatts old recording room from the WII days, the lights dimmed, back glowing red over the pope cutout. Schlatt started screaming at his monitor and paused the video.

“HOW DID SHE GET IN THERE?!” He screamed in fake shock at the video, standing up and pointing at his screen. Chat started flying by at the speed of light nearly, some in disbelief while others were putting the pieces together.

“Now let me give you a tour, come here.” You picked up your camera and pointed it at the desk, walking around his room and giving him lore drops of his own recording room.

“This is the first ever Rammie ever made, sitting next to a little Jambo.” You added as you walked over to it and pointed to it, avoiding the framed picture of you two on your first date from way back then.

“Wait what…” you said as you turned around and looked at the shoes on the ground. “Who’s are those?”

“Hello?” Schlatts voice rang out through the video, door swinging open as he looked right at you as pointed the camera at him.

You turned the camera back forth from him to you as the last time you put the camera on him the lights turned red and the video cut off as you started screaming.

“Oh yeah, forgot that happened.” Schlatt faked nonchalance as he leaned back in his chair and watched chat.

y/nuser: when do we tell them

user98: TELL WHAT??

user9: I KNEW IT

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y/nuser: so a mets fan and a yankees fan walk into a bar <3

— jschlatt: it’s always been the mets

— y/nuser: it’s okay to be wrong

[pandawasbored]

Something about the way schlatt is just a lil pudgy to me is absolutely adorable. Love me a thick man ngl and I cant help but giggle at how cute he can be but also I feel he would Def use his height, length or arms/legs, and his weight against you to.. ya know.. pin..

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The way I think about this all the time!!!! I love big boys so so so much, yall have no idea. Enjoy :)

Jschlatt x reader, sfw + nsfw, afab reader, no use of (Y/n)

Wc : 1,056

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SFW :

⋆ Are you average or above average height? Schlatt is still taller than you. He likes to tease you ironically about your height, just to irritate you a little. He loves anyone shorter than him because it fuels his ego (let’s go shorties).

⋆ Boosts his ego even MORE when you joke about being able to fight him. 

“...I just think I could take you in a fight,” you snickered, knowing exactly how to get on Schlatt’s nerves.  “Nuh uh.” “Yeah huh.” “Nuh uh.” “Yeah huh.” Your back and forth goes on until Schlatt can’t stand your smug insistence. He’ll simply grumble under his breath while he gets out of his stupid Eames desk chair to swiftly pounce on you as you giggle. Large, steady hands grabbing you by the waist and hauling you up onto his shoulder or pinning you onto any nearby couch / bed / chair with a proud smirk on his face.

⋆ He’s not just tall, he’s BROAD. Something about a big, strong back always gets you going. You often find yourself running your hands along his shoulders and back whenever you two hug and cuddle. Feeling his sturdy frame and muscles always gives you butterflies.

⋆ Tummy, tummy tummy. A man who eats whatever his wife or momma cooks him with no complaints (surprisingly). You always thank whatever higher power out there for Family Mart famichiki in the quiet moments when you both are half asleep and he doesn’t mind you feeling up his stomach. Sometimes he’s insecure and hides it behind a self deprecating joke or two, but you’ve made it your mission to reassure and compliment him whenever it pops into your brain. You swear your heartbeat races every single time you get a peek at his soft stomach while he adjusts his shirt or takes off a hoodie. Your brain damn near shut off the first time you saw him take off his shirt for the first time, your cheeks bright red and your expression in a daze. 

⋆ Schlatt acts tough on the outside, but you know he’s the biggest softie ever. He 100% gives the most gentle and sweet hugs, his long arms encircling your upper back and waist in an embrace that radiates pure comfort. Most of the time he has to bend down slightly for you both to hug, and it makes his heart melt to feel you hug back twice as tight. You’ve memorized how his relaxed smile looks and how his sigh of relaxation sounds whenever you smother him in the tightest hug you can manage. Schlatt isn’t huge on PDA, so it makes his hugs all the more special while you’re in private.

⋆ Speaking of, he's a huge cuddle bug in private. His favorite thing in the world is when you curl up on him like a cat and nap (he always compares you to Jambo and REDACTED). When you sit on his lap while he's at his desk, he'll automatically rub your back soothingly and kiss the top of your head every so often like it's his second nature. Schlatt loves how your head tucks so perfectly into his firm chest or shoulder, snuggling into his gentle embrace like you want to mold into him like clay. It also makes his little possessive streak flare up when he can hold you tightly and never let go even if you try to wiggle away.

⋆ 100% puts a few things on higher shelves so you call for his help every time. He loves to see your slow progression from climbing on the counter / dragging over a stool to ALWAYS calling him over to reach what you need. He absolutely eats up the little relieved smile you give him as he comes to your aid. Sometimes you’re just pissed and annoyed about it, but he enjoys the little frustrated looks you give him just as much lol.

NSFW :

⋆ This man folds your ass in half on the regular, he for sure uses his full weight when he puts you in a mating press. You can barely breathe with the air knocked out of your lungs, your pussy being slammed into loud enough that you’re sure the neighbors can hear, and the bed rocking against the wall. Being smothered with a big, moaning mess of a man is heaven on earth. 

⋆ The size kink goes crazy. He can easily pin you down with no chance of escape no matter how much you squirm. Regularly likes to plow you from behind into the mattress, put you in a slight chokehold with his arm, and pin you there with his body weight until you cum on his dick over and over. 

“P-please-!” You whine, arching your back off the bed as much as you could manage. Schlatt was laying on his side next to you, your arms above your head held by one of his hands. He trapped your legs under one of his own, his other hand rubbing teasing circles into your clit.  “Please what, sweetheart? Use your words,” he nearly purred as he pressed a soft peck to your flushed cheek. You let out something mixed between a frustrated groan and pathetic whimper as you tried to buck your hips against his hand.  “P-please stop teasing.”  Your frustrated plea fell on deaf ears as he grinned and continued to refuse to stick his fingers inside or give you what you desperately wanted. He chose to nuzzle his face in the crook of your neck and pepper kisses into your heated skin.

⋆ Big hands or a heavy arm pinning your hips down as he eats you out like a man starved. You try to roll your hips against him but he simply tightens his grip on you and groans into your pussy as you shake and moan your pretty head off.

⋆ Schlatt really is such a sweetheart in bed, always so careful with you and always asking if you’re alright because he cares about you so much! But every so often he loves to grab you by the hips / waist and rut into you like you’re nothing but a toy. His warm hands grasping all over and leaving little bruises on your skin as he lifts your plush hips off the mattress and slams into you with no rhythm (yum).

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[k4lenz]

big guy ✮ jschlatt x fem!reader hcs

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a/n: what up! i wrote this for my gorgeous loml best friend @plantring who definitely wasn’t holding me at gunpoint, and i’ve been meaning to write a schlatt fic for ages! so, here you go. big guy. maybe charlie next 👀 also the song was just the song i’ve been repeating and had in mind while i wrote this fic ! i hope you guys like it :)

notes: jambo, other unnamed cat referred to as ‘burnt soup’, swearing, cuddles, nicknames, twitch, wii games series, tucker keane & Ted nivison, chuckle sandwich mention, romantic, drinking, hobbies, singing, SFW, NSFW UNDER THE CUT!! , grabby schlatt /pos

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sfw hcs ˚⟡˖ ࣪

☼ toots. he calls you toots, all the time, every day. it’s either a cheesy nickname, sweets, toots, baby, sweetheart, or sugar. he’s new yorkian yk.

☾ he’ll call you them before you even start dating, just to watch your cheeks flush pink and lips fall agape. the image ingrained in his mind permanently.

☼ such a flirt, before you start dating. he’ll make a wild joke to nobody in particular when you’re with friends, noticing how everybody will laugh but yours is hoarse. watching you squirm in your seat as he lets out a little chuckle, is how he gathers you like him.

☾ you’re the flirtiest friends, and everyone can see it but you two.

☼ maybe your mutual point of realisation is at his house, when he complains about shaving and you offer to shave his chops. “y’better not fuck this up, lady. these are the money bags.” he’d tease, making you laugh. you sit on his lap, claiming it’s for ‘better access’ as you clean up his face.

☾ like i said with ted, schlatt’s also a romantic. maybe a little more old school, but definitely romantic. he’d ask you out on a date first, with pretty flowers and that charming fucking smile. then ask you to be his girlfriend. what? he isn’t a pussy.

☼ if you two don’t live together, he likes seeing you in his space more. he can’t quite describe why, maybe it’s just waking up with you tangled in his sheets in his bed in his room with his cats cuddling up next to you like you’ve been there forever.

☾ speaking of the cats, they’ve picked you over him. if you both call their names at the same time, both the cats will come running to you as if schlatt isn’t even there.

☼ “what the fuck?” he mutters, picking up jambo. “i pay for your food, house you, give you love and attention. and this is how you repay me, shithead? huh? by picking her over me? fuck you!” he frowns, holding jambo up as the orange cat simply meows in response. jambo’s paw finds his nose, and schlatt’s eyes glance at you. seeing you giggling as you cuddled burnt soup like a baby. “you too, you fuckin’ traitor.” he proclaims, pointing at the purring black cat in your hands who’s giving him the cutest stare ever.

☾ huh, kind of reminds him of you.

☼ if you have a pet too, even better.

☾ got a cat? he’ll try and make your cat love him more then you. it doesn’t work, but if you comment he’ll say it’s a work in progress. insists on feeding it every time he’s at your house, probably figures out some sort of nickname for your kitty. cuddles it every chance he gets.

☼ got a dog? he’ll pretend he doesn’t like it, call it dopey since he’s always proclaiming he doesn’t like dogs. but you catch him babying and cuddling your dog when he thinks you’re not around too often to believe him.

☾ best believe jambo and burnt soup will get mad at him when he comes home with another animal’s smell on him, but never get mad at you. he’s such a softie for pets.

☼ schlatt was quite the private man, not a very big fan of making things public on the internet. he knew how people could be. he wouldn’t want to expose you to that, at least not until he was sure you’d be okay with it and you’d been in a relationship for a while.

☾ didn’t mean he couldn’t leave a few subtle messages for his chat, though. maybe a pair of pink slippers on his floor or some jewellery. when chat would notice and spam, he’d smirk.

☼ “what, chat? th’re obviously mine.” he chuckled. gaslighting his twitch as much as he could. if you asked, he’d say it was an accident and he didn’t notice. he’s a good liar to everyone but you.

☾ after a while, he’d open the idea up to you. whether it be a stream, or a youtube video where he can blur your face. but he has one rule.

☼ wii games. he wants to bring back wii games.

☾ and of course since you’re both equally competitive fucks, it turns into a laughing, yelling and tackling match as you both play every wii game imaginable. spewing insults at each other when the other misses in wii tennis, bickering like an elderly couple, screaming and cheering in victory. him claiming he let you win.

☼ “if you win anythin’, that is.” he’d murmur with that dumb grin.

☾ which you reply to with a string of curses and insults

☼ he couldn’t imagine anything more hilarious. plus click bait.

☾ he brings you to chuckle week (RIP CHUCKLE FOREVER IN OUR HEARTS </3) and you all decide to play some of the board games that look like they’re collecting dust in the airBNB you all are staying in.

☼ scrabble? you and schlatt team, ted and tucker team, and you practically knock them off the fucking board. guess who? they’re cooked. uno? reverse. chess? checkmate. you’re winning every time, together for once, and giggling about it too.

☾ “connect 4!” schlatt bellowed, as you two won at yet another game. you sat at the dining table of the airbnb, sitting opposite each other in pairs playing another dusty game. “what the fuck? you two are cheating or some shit.” ted huffs and tucker shakes his head and laughs, with you and schlatt cuddled up with your manic grins and wins in every game under your belt.

☼ turns out putting two competitive (crazy, as tucker calls you) people on a team works.

☾ let’s just say no matter who you’re playing with, you two always win game night.

☼ schlatt will pretend that he doesn’t like whatever hobby you have, playfully rolling his eyes, but if you catch him marvelling at you doing said hobby? no you didn’t.

☾ he’ll let you drag him wherever, but not without complaints. he’ll hold your hand wherever, never let you pay whenever you go out.

☼ “that’s silly.” he’d argue, pushing your card away. “christ, woman. ’m gonna have to fuckin’ confiscate your card ‘n replace it with my own soon.”

☾ he’ll hold you whenever, especially if you like it. whether it be his arm around your shoulders, on your waist, or maybe even a hand in your back pocket

☼ especially in crowds, he’s got you close so you can get through it to where you need to go. he’d hate to lose you in a crowd, not a chance.

☾ he’d get drunk, you’d try and kiss him and he’d be like “fuck off. i have a loving girlfriend.”

☼ and you’d be like “j i’m ur girlfriend.”

☾ “oh! hi girlfriend :)” and then kisses you.

☼ tries to act tough but he’s such a big softie at heart.

☾ he also gets jealous if he catches anyone simply just glancing at you, big 6”4 boy just gives them a simple look

☼ “achlatt! that guy was literally just doing his job.” “don’t give a fuck, y’re my girlfriend. no need for him t’be so cheery to ya.” but he’d also be annoyed if they weren’t nice to you.

☾ sometimes, you’ll catch him cooking and singing to himself as he plays music on a speaker. some glen campbell, maybe arctic monkeys. but he gets embarrassed, despite literally having a christmas album and a real good voice.

☼ “i don’t sing, sugar.” schlatt would argue, food cooking and arms wrapped around your waist as you two gently swayed to the music playing in his kitchen.

☾ a lie that was, you called bullshit

☼ and you’d both sing to whatever was on the speaker, laughing and just holding each other close as you two danced properly. spinning you, dipping you. his hair messy, a look of admiration on his face. no matter how uncoordinated you two were, it was right in your eyes.

☾ same thing i said about ted goes, big broad tall man mmmmm

☼ gives the best cuddles

☾ got plushies in your room? he’ll buy you more, and have fake beef with them. rolling his eyes if you argue that they’re your children.

☼ deep down he knows he loves them

☾ and you

☼ mostly you

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☼ he’s such a sweetheart in bed

☾ bitey bitey man. he can’t sit still for long

☼ as long as you’re in the privacy of your own home, whatever you’re doing, bet that his lips will be finding your neck.

☾ “can’t help it. taste too good.” he’d complain if you’d whine, that stupid shit eating grin on his gorgeous face. his hands on your hips, and his mouth leaving pinks, purples and reds that he knew you’d have to cover up tomorrow for work.

☼ he’s whipped. absolutely fucking whipped. pussy whipped.

☾ he’d do anything you asked, especially if you were promising to let him fuck you the minute you got through the door of either of your houses.

☼ horny motherfucker.

☾ in terms of oral, he loves giving and receiving equally

☼ watching you tremble underneath him as he hooks your thighs onto his shoulders and messily eats your pussy, sucking on your clit like it’s his last meal and he’s a starving man. his hands squeezing said thighs as you writhe, eyes watching your every reaction. impossibly harder at your every noise.

☾ and then also, “i didn’t say hover, sweetheart, i said sit.” making you sit on his face, pulling your hips down with his arms tucked under your thighs. devouring you and your perfect fucking cunt.

☼ pulling away later, lips and chops covered in your cum. licking his lips. “light as a fuckin’ feather, baby. don’t know what’cha talkin about.” if you were to ask if you were too heavy.

☾ but then also

☼ running his fingers through your hair as he looked down at you, on your knees so prettily for him. soft groans and sighs coming from his lips, eyes lidded, as you sucked his cock and looked up at him with lust. watching you wrap your lips around it inbetween his legs. tracing your tongue along the veins. pulling your hair, but never too hard: god, he was absolutely feral.

☾ he’s definitely dominant, but he isn’t harsh. he couldn’t stand seeing you hurt. like i said, he’s a softie.

☼ prefers to be face to face, but i feel like he’d really like back shots. simply to grab at your ass, watch the curve of your back arch as he fucked you good. leaving bites along your back as well, leaning over and leaving some on your shoulder.

☾ classic missionary, or you on his lap, are also his favourites. but he’s open to try other things with you, most definitely.

☼ he loves his woman, he really does. and he’d do anything to make sure you’re happy, always give you good loving. he’d hate to ever leave you without.

☾ him getting tipsy makes him even more desperate to please. even more desperate for you. but even sober, he always is

☼ rutting his hips into you, a little drunk as you combed your fingers through his hair “mmm. mine, sweets. god.” he’d grunt, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck as he fucked you perfectly. “need y’so f’ckin bad.”

☾ you flash him during an argument? it’s over as quick as it started. you were right, obviously. he’s following you like a dumb puppy again.

☼ would definitely turn around your plushies during sex. and also lock out the cats.

☾ when you two would unlock the door and come back out to the cats whining, your legs a bit wobbly, or maybe even unable to walk on your own at all, he’d pat the cats and smirk.

☼ “sorry, little shits. y’r mom needed some lovin instead.” he’d coo as you playfully shove him. a chuckle coming from his lips.

☾ he’s a very touchy grabby guy, whether it be your tits, thighs, your ass. he loves it.

☼ he’d get needy, and make it clear. it would never take him long to tell you if he was feeling needy, or he’d show it simply by picking you up or being close to you. it wasn’t hard to tell, and you’d be fucking within minutes.

☾ and if you’re needy? god, he relishes in it. teasing you, maybe even leaving you on the edge of orgasm over and over until your eventually sweet release. depends on how cruel he’s feeling. or maybe touching you, but not enough, just enough to make your hips jerk but not enough to build up anything. he loved the sound of your whiny frustration.

☼ yeah. he wants you. so bad. all the time.

[schlattslambo]

“sorry bro, she’s busy.”

two weeks ago, i got broken up with. so after wallowing in my feelings for a bit, i feel like i can come back and use the experience for a fic. please enjoy if you are of legal age.

warnings: fem presenting reader who uses she/her pronouns, talk of a breakup, unprotected sex, fingering, dirty talk, drunken sex

breakups are weird. you spend however long devoting yourself to a person and then one day that just stops. all of the talks, experiences, inside jokes? all gone. all for seemingly nothing. all because your heart fell harder than his.

it had been 6 months. not long by usual standards but long enough for your heart to feel safe around him. to skip a beat when you saw his name pop up on your phone next to those silly little emojis that you put there when you saved his contact. to wonder if this was actually the person you were going to build a future with. parts of his last message still ring in your head: “i care for you like a close friend, but i don’t love you” wrapped up in praises. saying that you deserved someone who was going to love you unapologetically.

“he’s a fucking loser,” schlatt’s voice comes through the phone as a fresh coat of tears soaks into your pillow. “just dropped that bomb and then disappeared? didn’t even try to fight for you?”

your head shakes as you sob quietly. you’d called schlatt after your ex had texted you, unsure of what to do. and of course, in true schlatt fashion, he tries to make you laugh. the two of you had known each other since the previous spring, having been introduced by your best friend.

“at least tell me his dick was small.” schlatt says. “was it an innie?”

that gets a laugh out of you. a soft, wet laugh that makes the pain in your chest ease ever so slightly. your face is still in the pillow, but the ache is lessening. after a beat, schlatt speaks again.

“i’m really sorry, doll,” he says gently. “you deserve so much better. he’s just a pussy who got scared when someone genuine came into his life. don’t let him ruin your peace just because he ran from something real.”

that makes you look up at your phone. schlatt’s eyes soften when you look at him, and he gives you a small smile. “there she is.” he says sweetly.

“it was average.” you say softly, voice gravely from sobbing so hard. “it wasn’t amazing but it also wasn’t bad.”

schlatt laughs at that. you don’t mention the fact that he never made you cum, or the fact that you still think about the way he manhandled you (with consent, obviously). you also don’t mention the way he made you whimper. none of that matters now, since he wasn’t ever going to do it again.

“what did i do wrong?” you ask softly. “why does everyone leave?”

schlatt’s heart breaks for you. you look so broken. but even in this state, he thinks that you’re beautiful. he doesn’t know much in regards to your relationship, but one thing that he does know is that he wants to beat this guy to a pulp for making you cry.

“you didn’t do anything wrong, toots,” he says gently. “you did everything right. sometimes people just aren’t ready to be loved.”

***

a week later, you’re over at schlatt’s house with your friend and a few other people. your friend had driven you to schlatt’s for a small get together, but it was mainly to get you out of the house. you’d been throwing yourself into work so you didn’t have to think about anything, but you figure one weekend couldn’t hurt. you hadn’t heard from your ex in a week, so you figure that everything is settled.

drinks flow and you find a spot on the couch when everyone decides to play smash. schlatt sits next to you, offering you a controller. you shake your head, sipping your drink.

“i’d rather watch,” you admit. “i’m not great at smash.”

“watch the master at work,” schlatt says with a wink. “i’ll show you everything you need to know.”

you roll your eyes. you’ve played occasionally, enough to know who you want to play as (kirby), but not nearly enough to consider yourself good at it. schlatt and charlie battle it out, and you watch as schlatt presses the buttons expertly on his controller. it might be the alcohol, or even the lack of sexual contact in over a month, but the way his fingers move makes that heat in your belly burn ever so slightly.

“you’re such a cheater!” charlie laughs as schlatt wins the second game in a row.

“you’re just saying that because you suck.” schlatt replies before turning to whisper to you. “he has no idea what donkey kong’s special move is.”

you giggle, mainly because schlatt cannot whisper at all when he’s drunk, but also because he’s just so close to you. no matter how long you’ve known him, and no matter how many times you’ve hung out, you still get butterflies whenever schlatt gives you attention. even more so now that he knows you’re single.

after the games end and everyone decides to begin to gather their things for bed, you find yourself in schlatt’s office, waiting to use his shower. when schlatt has people over, he always makes them stay the night if they drink. so everyone has their own place to sleep. ted sleeps on the couch, charlie sleeps on the futon, your friends sleep in the spare room, and tonight you sleep in schlatt’s office.

“hey toots,” schlatt smiles as he comes out of the bathroom. “sorry, i had to make sure everything was clean.”

“it’s okay,” you promise. “my brother leaves the bathroom a wreck every time he showers so nothing phases me.”

schlatt looks at you then. really looks at you. the alcohol still buzzes in his system, enough for him to know that asking what he’s about to ask is not the best idea, but he does it anyway.

“did your ex ever make you cum?”

the words hit you like a brick. you look up at schlatt, face heating up. he doesn’t look demanding. he looks curious. you figure there’s no harm in being honest, so you answer.

“no,” you reply. “the only time i came was when i was using my vibrator on myself while he lay next to me watching me.”

schlatt’s jaw works. “he never made you cum?” he asks. “is he stupid?”

you shrug.

“has anyone made you cum?”

you look up at schlatt again and shake your head. “only i have.”

schlatt takes a step forward, closer to you. goosebumps rise on your skin.

“did you make him cum?” he asks.

you nod. “a few times.” you say, trying to shut up but the words keep coming. “he took my virginity.”

schlatt makes a low sound in his throat. he takes another step toward you. you step back out of habit, only for your legs to hit the bed in schlatt’s office. your cheeks are on fire and you let out a soft gasp as schlatt steps even closer. his breath fans out over your lips.

“so what you’re telling me is,” schlatt pauses. “that nobody has ever given you an earth shattering orgasm?”

you shake your head, and you feel your clit twitch as schlatt lowers his head. his breath is at your ear now.

“you’ve never fallen apart against someone as they fuck into you?” he continues, lips gently brushing against the shell of your ear. “never been praised as you scream someone’s name?”

you shiver. “n-never.” you whisper.

“that’s such a shame,” schlatt replies, hands finding your waist. “i bet you sound so good when you cum.”

a whimper leaves your lips as schlatt pulls you closer, his hard cock pressing against your lower belly.

“i do.” you breathe. “i really do.”

“yeah?” schlatt teases. “you think we should find out just how good you sound?”

you nod. how could you not? you’re practically dripping into your panties at this point. you want nothing more than for schlatt to pin you to the bed and make you scream his name.

“you want that baby?” schlatt asks, a large hand reaching to cup your face. “you gotta use your words if you want me to fuck you.”

“please,” you breathe. “please fuck me. please make me cum. i need it.”

“you need it, huh?” schlatt asks, smirking at you. “tell me more about what you need, pretty girl.”

“need you to, uh…” you gasp as schlatt gently pushes you back to the bed, lips attaching to your neck. “oh god.”

“i didn’t tell you to stop,” schlatt smiles against your skin. “tell me exactly what you need.”

“need you to make me cum. touch me and finger me and bite me.” you beg, fisting the sheets. “fuck me until i can barely remember my own name. choke me.”

as you babble away, schlatt’s hand goes to your neck. you gasp as he squeezes gently.

“oh would you look at that,” schlatt smiles. “i have a cute little masochist on my hands, huh?”

you nod, the corners of your mouth quirking up as he squeezes harder. god, you love this. no thoughts about anything important. only being able to think about the pleasure that’s coming is what keeps you going.

“why don’t we get these clothes off, hm?” schlatt hums as his free hand goes up your shirt.

you slip your shirt off and schlatt wastes no time in groping your chest roughly. you moan as he pushes you down, lips going back to your skin. he kisses down your jaw to your neck, nipping at your collarbone. he goes all the way down your chest, down your stomach and to your waist.

“may i?” he asks. you nod.

“yes please.”

you press your hips up as schlatt gently pulls your pants down. you can feel the damp spot starting to form on your panties. schlatt gently brings his fingers between your legs, finding your clit with ease. you jolt as he presses against it, a startled moan leaving your lips. your hips move slightly as you ache for more.

“you’re soaked,” schlatt chuckles. “getting all wet from someone towering over you?”

you just moan in response as schlatt’s free hand goes to your thigh. his other hand is gently rubbing circles along the wet fabric of your panties. your skin feels like it’s on fire. all you can think about is how fucking good it all feels.

“i bet you taste amazing,” schlatt says softly, mainly to himself.

“you should find out.” the words leave your lips easily, but you surprise yourself.

schlatt looks up at you, eyebrows raised. “you better ask nicely,” he says.

“please,” you breathe. “taste me.”

schlatt pulls your panties down quickly, leaving them hanging off of your foot. he wastes no time before diving in. you gasp as his tongue spreads you open, harsh suckling on your clit. fingers gently slipping inside of you makes your back arch. nothing has ever felt like this before.

“oh my god!” you gasp. schlatt hums against you, sending electricity up your spine.

he pulls back, fingers still inside of you. “god, you’re so tight.” he sighs with a smile. “gonna have to stretch you out if i wanna fit my cock inside you.”

your cunt flutters over his fingers at the realization. schlatt smirks as he presses against the spot that makes you cry out. he leans over you, forehead pressed against yours.

“you wanna have my cock inside you?” he asks. you just nod.

“more than anything.” you plead.

schlatt’s fingers leave your pussy, and you almost whine about it. but not before schlatt gently slaps your cunt.

“turn around, ass up.” he orders.

you do as you’re told, because fuck if it isn’t hot as hell being bossed around. you watch as schlatt climbs onto the bed, cock already in hand. you nearly drool at the sight. it’s thick and leaking.

“ready baby?” schlatt asks. “i’ll go in slow.”

and he does. you feel every inch of his cock as it slides into you. it’s torture, really. you want nothing more than to be pressed into the mattress, crying out as schlatt makes you cum over and over. but you’ve also never been this full before. even when you use your dildo it isn’t as intense as it is right now. schlatt bottoms out, his heavy balls resting against your dripping cunt. you can barely take it anymore.

“please,” you beg. “fuck me. i need it.”

“you need it, huh?” schlatt asks, reaching down and yanking your hair. “tell me just how bad you need it.”

“i need it so fucking bad,” you moan. “i wanna cum on your cock. i wanna feel you pounding my pussy while i scream your name.”

schlatt’s surprised at the filthy mouth on you, but who is he to deny someone like you? he wants this just as bad as you. he’s held back with previous partners because he didn’t want to hurt them. but you? god, he wants to put you through the mattress.

“this is your only warning,” schlatt starts, leaning down and whispering in your ear. “i fuck hard.”

the way your pussy clenches on his cock is confirmation that you’re okay with it, but he needs to hear you say it. needs to hear you beg for it.

“words, whore.” he grits out, the restraint growing thinner. “tell me you need it.”

“i need you to fuck me. you won’t hurt me.” you reply. “fuck me as hard as you want, i can handle it.”

that’s all schlatt needs to hear. he pulls back just far enough for only the head of his cock to still be inside you before he rams back in. you gasp, eyes growing wide. your ex didn’t fuck you like this. frankly his cock didn’t even reach the places that schlatt’s is right now. schlatt fucks you hard and deep, with slow, deliberate thrusts. the head of his cock brushes against the spot that makes you see stars, and the fire in your belly sparks to life. if he keeps going like this, you won’t last.

“oh fuck,” you moan, burying your face in the pillow. it’s both too much and not enough.

schlatt reaches around and finds your clit, rubbing circles on it gently. you cry out, hips twitching. you’re barreling towards an orgasm. you think. you’ve never cum from being fucked before.

as schlatt fucks you, he sees your phone ringing. a facetime call. an evil thought crosses schlatt’s mind. if this dude thinks that he can just decide to be done with you on a random tuesday, he can do this. schlatt reaches over, accepting the call. his thrusts get angrier as who he assumes is your ex pops up on the screen. his eyes widen as he sees you getting fucked.

you scream out as your orgasm slams into you. your toes curl as you fist the sheets. you’re so lost in the pleasure that you’re drooling.

“sorry bro,” schlatt says with a smirk. “she’s busy.”

[maiajz]

his favorite pillow (baby, you’re crushing my bones)

tired schlatt who relaxes by testing your lung capacity, by laying on top of you

warnings: fem! reader

one of schlatt’s ways of showing love was… interesting, to say the least.

look, schlatt was a big guy, everybody knew this. towering over 6’3, the man was well over average height. it made him look intimidating; tall, broad, gruff attitude, kind of an asshole if you didn’t know him, but he’s such a sweet guy, really!

and he loved you to bits. you had been dating for a bit over a year now, you moved in together recently, and you noticed that for schlatt, there wasn’t anything more relaxing than crushing you after a long day.

literally.

you would be laying on the couch, reading a book or scrolling through your phone, when the brunette would literally materialize out of nowhere and proceed to wordlessly plop his whole 200 pound body over yours, squeezing all the air out of your lungs.

“oof-“ you breathed out at the added weight.

he just groaned, mumbling something into your chest. of course, all you could hear were “mmph”’s, along with the soft vibration of his words against your chest

“what?”

he moved his head so that he could talk

“these are way comfier than a pillow, sweetheart” he muttered, pressing a kiss to your collarbone

“yeah?” you asked softly, your hand going to his hair instinctively

he nodded, dropping his head back down to rest on your chest.

a few minutes passed in silence, where he just relaxed completely under your soft touch on his brown locks.

you absolutely loved playing with his hair, touching his soft curls, running your hands through them and making small braids then undoing them.

and you know he loves having his hair fiddled with.

“long day?” you asked softly

“way too long” he replied

“wanna talk about it?”

“…not yet” he answered “but at this point, you’re the only thing keeping me sane”

“what about jambo and soup?” you joked, looking up at the two cute cats perched on their tree, lounging lazily

“okay, maybe those little bastards too”

you smiled softly. despite him crushing your bones, he felt like a big, warm, weighted blanket— perhaps one a bit too heavy, god knows if you would wake up if you fell asleep this way — but a weighted blanket nonetheless.

“takeout?” you offered

“can we order from that ramen place?”

“ohh, good idea”

a/n: i feel like schlatt would be so cuddly when he’s tired. all his defenses go down and he just craves physical touch and he melts when he gets it. like honestly- think about it. IM NOT (THAT) CRAZY

also i’m a sucker for like- physical contact in areas that would usually be seen as sexual but in a domestic setting. am i making sense? i hope i am. i might not be.

i’m also a sucker for just domesticity in general. i think it’s pretty obvious anyway