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.
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⋆ 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).
joe keery who meets you through his producer, whilst you were both working on your upcoming albums in the same studio.
you politely poke your head through the door when you get a message from said producer telling you to come through to studio 7. he signals for you to stay quiet as you notice the most handsome man ever singing his heart out in the booth.
joe keery who slowly began to develop a small crush on you throughout the course of a 4 hour writing session that you guys set up. but if his buddies asked him about his soft spot for you, he’d just swear that you were an “admirable young woman”…
he’d make smooth (not really) advances on you as he tried to get to know more and more about yourself. you thought he was sweet when he strolled in at 8 o’clock on the dot on a drizzly, windy friday morning. your exact coffee order in hand, which he had memorised earlier that week.
joe keery who was spotted and papped coming out of the new york studio along side you. the next day, your faces splashed all over the tabloids, claiming a ‘new blossoming romance’. he wishes.
well it didn’t really help that you had had a vice grip on his hand that your fans had cooed and fawned over when the pictures were plastered all over twitter. you had only done it drag him along, you swear. and you definitely didn’t continue to hold his hand down the street and round the block. it wasn’t your fault his hands were so warm and soft, but still so rough and manly at the same ti-
joe keery who’s fans went mental (i’m talking crazy, animalistic level shit) when he was spotted coming along to one of your shows, gazing down from the vip balcony with hearts in his eyes.
he stood there singing along to a few of the choruses, laughing along with all the jokes you made to the crowd. all of which you had told to him before. it made him feel special, like he was the only person in the room.
joe keery who hard launched your relationship the day your album came out. of course with his vocals embedded into all of the love songs, a few of which he had helped write.
an instagram post with a cheesy caption announcing to his followers how they should go buy and stream your new music, an inside joke you had created whilst putting down harmonies on a few of the songs in a session, and a cute picture of you both during the recording stage. never actually stating that you two were official, but everyone knew the true meaning behind the post anyways.
Notes: there is mention of family dispute. Also, English is not my mother tongue. So, beware of mistakes.
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How many times has this situation been repeated? It was a tranquil Thursday night. You have already heated dinner for your family. You were having a nice talk with your parents. How did that mutate into this? This shouting and screaming tournament. This insufferable sensation of uneasiness and discomfort. Why did it have to be like this? You remember the good old days when your family used to be that. A family. Now, it was only a group of people gather together because of shared blood and nothing more. First, your father left for the garden. He sat in his chair in the farthest part of the patio, not wanting to be bothered. After that, when your mother and brother kept arguing, you excused yourself to your bedroom. Your room was a reflection of your inner state. A complete and utter mess. There was chaos everywhere. You just sat on your bed with your dog, which had followed you upstairs in an attempt to run away from the yelling contests. You didn't notice your tears until your dog started licking your face, bringing a smile, though sad, to your face.
You went through the window and proceeded to lie on top of your roof. You could still hear your family arguing and more tears ran down your face. You were so immersed in your thoughts that you didn't realise someone had joined you.
"They're arguing again, aren't they?"
You sat up so fast upon hearing the voice, that you felt a bit dizzy.
"Rin-kun. Wh-what are you doing here?" You asked your neighbour. You have been living next to Suna Rintarō for as long as you could remember. Both of you have been friends since then. Most people didn't understand why you were friends. Suna was known as a quiet being, with a bored expression on his face most of the time (whenever he wasn't witnessing the twins fighting). You, on the other hand, were known for being expressive and, though not always, a bit loud. You were always helping the third years to stop the twins’ shenanigans, and although you weren't the team's manager, the boys saw you like it.
“I just got home from practice. Thought about visiting you since you weren’t at practice today and saw you up here.” Suna said as he sat next to you. “What’s the problem this time?” He asked while caressing your hair.
“I don’t really know.” You answered, pulling your knees to your chest and hugging them with your arms. “I just want it to end. I want to be happy again with them.” You continued, sniffing and tearing up again.
Suna wasn’t unaware of the issues at the neighbouring house. More often than not, he had listened to hours and hours of shouting coming from your house. It didn’t matter to him at all, until one day, he saw you where both of you were at that moment. It broke his heart to see his most precious friend like that. The sad eyes and the tears coming from them were things Rintaro didn’t want to see in his life. He wanted to see that spark in your eyes you always had when he made a super cool block at practice, or when he would send you videos of the twins arguing for some stupid reason, or when you and he would be trying to stifle your laughs when Kita-senpai was scolding the Osamu and Atsumu. Suna was determined to stop, or at least ease a bit, those negative feelings that appeared whenever this type of situation ensued.
“I have some chuupet left from our last movie night. Do you want some?” Your best friend asked. You just nodded, not trusting your voice just yet. “And we can watch “The Breakfast Club” if you want.” Suna offered. You gave him a small and weak smile, but still, Rin took a mental picture of that. Both of you got up and went directly to the middle blocker's room. As soon as you were comfortable and ready, Suna clicked the start bottom.
After half an hour of the movie in, you fell asleep. You were next to Suna, your head over his shoulder and his long arm under your neck, hugging you. And even though Rintaro and you had seen the movie millions of times (it was your favourite after all), he kept watching it.
“It’s unavoidable. It just happens.” Alison announced.
“What happens?” asked Claire.
“When you grow up, your heart dies.” Alison answered.
Suna looked at your sleeping form with adoration. “I won’t let that happen to your heart, (Y/n). I’ll take care of it and I won’t let it whither. You won’t be like your parents, you’ll be better. I promise.” He whispered. He turned off the computer, put it aside, and got comfortable next to you. You moved closer to you and hugged you with both arms now. He kissed your forehead and, after some minutes, he let himself fall asleep beside the girl he held dear the most.
This was just something that I wanted to work on, because I suddenly have a bunch of plot bunnies in my head that I want to write out. This character's name is Vistho, and she's part of a world in which appearance is everything.
Currently the holder of the solar system Kavel, she's challenged when an old friend breaks out of jail to fight for her system. Using dirty tricks and tactics, Cyprias, the rival of Vistho, manages to level the playing field of their power, now making the system Kavel a free for all. As she makes sure to claim her spot as this system as her own, along the way she starts to realize that the people that live in her power aren't just dolls that she can cast aside...
Hi! So sorry if your not taking reqs rn if so just disregard!
But I’ve been plagued by like soft dom schlatt just like random little instances? (I literally just had the word in my head and couldn’t think of it forgive me) He probably doesn’t even realize he’s doing it it’s just kind of second nature at this point.
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I will say I think about this a lot too hehe (this is literally just a bunch of hcs of him being a good boyfriend lol).
Jschlatt x reader, MDNI 18+, sfw + nsfw, afab reader, no use of (Y/n)
Wc : 2,117
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⋆ Soft dom Schlatt who is such a type A personality that he loves lists and routines for himself, so he naturally keeps track of things for you (especially if you're a little forgetful). Always making sure you take your daily vitamins and drinking enough water. It's very common for him to urge a water bottle into your hands like a silent command. He makes sure you do everything in your morning and nightly routine to the letter and steps in to help if you're too tired to do it yourself. He loves to brush your hair after a long day, it's one of his favorite things in the whole world. You're too ashamed to admit that he has brushed your teeth for you a handful of times too. The type of boyfriend who absolutely takes your makeup off for you if you're too sleepy or drunk after a night out.
⋆ The Schlatt we see on camera who is boisterous and larger than life is the complete opposite in his personal life. He tends to stay relaxed and calm, almost stoic depending on the day. His tone is oh so gentle and loving with you, and he's surprisingly patient.
⋆ He controls the system, not you (if that makes sense). He sets the rules / expectations and then enforces them fairly, leaving you to decide how to act on your own terms (aka if you will or won’t respond to his gentle suggestions). Most of the rules and expectations are for your own benefit too, he’s totally not a secret control freak who just wants the best for the person he loves. He sets the standard and has a gentle authority over you, which eases a lot of your stress. Just be his good girl and all will be well! If not, you know you're in for a looong night in bed (probably tied up and teased until you cry and beg).
⋆ Never bats an eye when you need a shoe tied or a purse held. To an untrained eye, it would look like he’s fully under your thumb, but it's quite the opposite. He has YOU trained to ask him for anything and everything. Schlatt loves to take care of you and enjoys being useful.
⋆ Will never order you to do anything, he 100% gently coaxes you into doing things for your own benefit and so you think it's your own idea. It’s never in a patronizing way, it’s just him being patient and knowing what’s best.
⋆ His hand on your lower back to guide you around. He doesn't even think twice about it. It always makes you feel comfortable knowing he has a hand on you, especially in crowds or unfamiliar places. Sometimes he places a gentle hand on the back of your neck to guide you around when no one else is watching, especially if you've pissed him off a little or act bratty on purpose.
⋆ Schlatt is a decisive man and he knows how to get you to make decisions too. There will never be the infamous “where do you want to eat” conversation with him. He's found out the best way to navigate choices with you, which is to give you an array of choices to choose from and let you pick from his suggestions. If you don't even want to do that, he will simply just pick for you. He knows you hate the choice overload and he loves making straightforward decisions to avoid hassle, so it's really a match made in heaven. Is also known for going to multiple food places for you just so you can have a little bit of everything that you're feeling, even if it is a little extra work on his part.
⋆ Spoils you rotten but never lets you forget who is in charge. He created a bratty and spoiled little monster, but he eats it up every time he gets to really put you in your place. Purposefully lets you get away with things you know you're not supposed to do so his actions and words have more weight to it. Relies heavily on positive reinforcement!
“That's my girl!”
“Great job, baby.”
“Thank you for doing that f'me, sweetheart.”
“You know better than that.”
“Atta girl.”
⋆ For as much as he enjoys intimate romantic moments, he loves the occasional grand gesture. Booking your favorite expensive restaurant months beforehand. Planning trips to Japan. Any designer perfumes or shoes you could ever desire. Schlatt handles it all, the meticulous planning to keep something a surprise, trip itineraries, reservations. He doesn't plan big things constantly (even though he has the means to), he just likes surprising you with nice gifts every once in a while to see the disbelief and excitement in your eyes because he never gets enough of it.
⋆ You never dare to touch a steering wheel when he's around. You are his passenger princess always. You rarely open your own car doors, Schlatt likes to casually stroll around to the passenger side and open it for you. It's a perfect time frame to put on lip gloss or check your reflection in the visor mirror.
⋆ On that note, he will always open doors for you. Pulls out chairs for you. Always follows the sidewalk rule. He's so much bigger than you and he uses that to keep you safe and shielded in public. Always leading you through crowds so you can walk behind him to ensure no stranger bumps into you. I think he also would be willing to crouch down so you could sit on his back if your feet really needed a break (he'll grumble about it but he could never deny you).
⋆ Will hold you close to him on the subway too, your back pressed to his chest and his free hand on your waist to keep you balanced. If you're really short, you like to hold onto his bicep to keep you steady instead of grabbing the rails. Plus it's an excuse for you to feel him up a little and he loves it.
⋆ Very much the type to give you the best seats and sit next to strangers so you don't have to (whether it's at the movies, public transport, or wherever else).
⋆ A little softer and more vulnerable in private. Loves to lay on top of you, his head buried in your chest, his arms wrapped around your waist in a tight hug like you're a soft body pillow. Will melt in your hands like putty if you play with his hair when you're both comfortably laying together. Will also whine or grumble if you stop playing with his hair or stop drawing shapes into his back. It's the closest thing you'll get to him “begging” for you to do anything. He’s a big teddy bear softie at heart, we all know this (Mr. Ted Nivison himself said so).
⋆ A bit more dominant and strict if you’re stubbornly independent, but it’s for your own good! Parentified oldest daughters, he is the man for you. Schlatt catches on pretty quickly once you start dating what the vibe is, he’s perceptive. He makes it his mission to never let you lift a finger or take full control of a situation if he can help it. Very big on preparing things beforehand so you never even get a chance to worry, he loves to plan and is a solution guy anyways. It takes time and lots of unlearning on your part, but he wants to make your life stable and easier (I’m pretty sure he was being genuine when he said on a sleep deprived podcast that the one thing he provides in a relationship is stability, I forgot the episode number BUT I am so mentally ill I remember distinctly he said something like that).
⋆ His patience and gentle nature highkey turns you on… like damn okay you’re really principled like that!!! The more he respects you and treats you well, the more you want to be feral and chew on him like a wild animal.
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⋆ I fully believe this man is a soft dom through and through (I’m sorry sub Schlatt truthers). Maybe he'll let you take what you want from him sometimes, or whenever he's lazy and he'll let you ride him for a while. But overall, he needs to be in charge. Most of the time he's respectful and reverent, big on the fact you both are “making love” and not just fucking (although he thoroughly fucks your brains out every time, he’s generous like that).
⋆ Will be mid rearranging your guts or fucking you stupid to coo sweet things in your ear that make you shiver, his tone low and rough just for you.
“S’good f’me baby.”
“Gorgeous…”
“So pretty sweetheart.”
“Takin’ me so well…”
⋆ Schlatt treats you like glass in the beginning of the relationship. He’s a big guy and genuinely does not want to hurt you. The dichotomy of such a big man being so gentle in his touches and lovemaking is so dang cute to you! Took a while for him to be comfortable being truly dominant in bed, you damn near had to beg him to throw you around.
⋆ Ties you up. Always makes sure nothing is too tight on your wrists or ankles no matter how fed up he is with you. Loves to tie your arms behind your back so you can’t touch him while he fucks you hard. If he’s in a real crazy mood, he’ll choke you out with his belt during doggy. If you’ve misbehaved enough he likes to tie you to the bed and hold a vibrator to you for as long as he wants, just to edge you until you cry and beg and convince him that you’ll be good. Teases and talks all soft and gentle while you’re sobbing from overstimulation. Wipes your tears and kisses your cheek softly while turning the vibrator to max.
⋆ Could kiss along your body all day and night. Something about how your heated skin feels in the palms of his hands is so satisfying to him. The soft breaths and moans you let out as he presses gentle kisses to every part of your body while holding you down so you can’t wiggle away is all he would want to do for the rest of his life. Major back and shoulder kisser! He also isn’t afraid to bite you (enough to leave slight teeth indentations) if you’re squirming too much, especially on your inner thighs or ass. His mustache and chops definitely tickle you too, but his insistence at doing it anyway is your favorite part.
⋆ Such a tease. Baits you into misbehaving just to give himself an excuse to be a bit more dominant. Loves seeing you mad or bratty, it’s like a switch flips in his brain. The moment he can see the “oh shit” look in your pretty eyes when you realize you’re in deep is like heroin to him. Imagine mid disagreement and you see that sleazy smirk he does and you realize you’re fucked. Especially if you try too hard to be good all the time, where’s the fun in that? He likes to shake things up sometimes, and if that means poking and prodding you so he has an excuse to stick his face between your thighs until you’re screaming his name, so be it.
“Sorry for makin’ you mad, baby. Just needed you…”
⋆ Loves to pin you down because he knows you can’t move him physically. Uses your size difference to his advantage whenever he folds you in half to devour you. Unafraid to pin your knees almost up to your ears to really get between your legs and taste you. Pins you down by the neck often, but his grip is never too rough or tight. He doesn’t ever aim to hurt you, just a subtle reminder of who’s in charge.
⋆ Aftercare king, I said what I said. He loves to relax with you afterwards (and relax all the time actually), whether that’s a nice bath together or just cuddling. I imagine him being a bit lazy and sluggish after bruising your cervix, but he never skips taking care of you. Likes to lay you on top so he can run his fingers through your hair and rub your back, he thinks you act like a cat and it makes him all fuzzy inside. Lots of forehead kisses and praise during and after, gets very gentle and likes to make sure you know you’re cared for and loved. He really is a sweetheart through and through and will never let you forget it even if he’s a bit firm or rough sometimes.
Jschlatt x reader, MDNI 18+, NSFW, afab reader (female genitalia), rough sex but nothing crazy, dom / brat tamer Schlatt, no use of (Y/n)
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The apartment was quiet, far too quiet for your liking. Schlatt had been in his office working all day and you were far beyond the point of entertaining yourself. You could hear a pin drop, or more like you could hear Jambo’s little footsteps whenever he got out of bed to meander around. If you concentrated real hard, you could almost hear Schlatt clacking away on his keyboard a room away. All of the blankets and pillows in bed could only do so much to comfort you as the hours rolled on. You shifted every so often to smell Schlatt’s pillows, an evil idea forming in your brain. All morning the ache between your thighs was impossible to ignore and the fact that your lovely handsome boyfriend was just a room away was a tease in itself.
So close yet so far.
Part of you wanted to leave him to his work, you knew he wouldn’t have shut himself in his office if it wasn’t important. But the desire to be filled up and fucked out of your mind far outweighed your polite logic. You slinked out of bed, slipping off your panties and tossing them aside. Clad only in one of his sweaters, you quietly exited the bedroom and walked down the hallway to the office. The door was shut, which meant he was taking his work seriously for once. You didn’t knock, you simply turned the doorknob gently and peeked your head of messy hair inside.
Schlatt was sitting at his desk, casually leaning back in his chair. One arm was resting on the back of his neck, the other moving around the mouse as his eyes stared sharply at his monitor as if it personally wronged him. His eyebrows were knitted together and the little scrunch of his perfect nose told you that he was concentrating hard. About what, you had no idea. But you always found him extra attractive whenever he was this focused on anything. Something about his intensity, how his dark brown eyes narrowed, how you could imagine the cogs in his brain turning. Schlatt was a problem solver, if he could fix it there was no doubt he would see it through until it was done. You loved that quality of him, it quite literally healed you. Over time, it certainly made you a bit of a spoiled princess but Schlatt loved making you feel safe and loved. Ever the softie he was.
The orange rays of light from the sunset peeked through the blinds and cast a heavenly glow on him. He was the picture of comfort, especially with the way he was spread out on his chair as if begging you to sit on his lap and cuddle. But you definitely were not there to cuddle. For as much as your heart clenched with how soft he made you simply by sitting there, he had something you wanted. Schlatt heard the slight creak of the door and lazily turned his gaze to you peeking at him, a tired smirk forming at the sight of his lover.
“Hey sweetheart. You okay?” He greeted you as you took a few steps into the room, closing the door behind yourself. You nodded with a smile and made your way to stand behind him. Schlatt’s smirk widened when he felt your arms snake their way down his chest and your sweater clad tits press against the back of his head. You gave him a lazy hug from behind, burying your cheek into his soft locks.
“Are you really busy?” You mumbled, a hint of a whine climbing up the back of your throat. Your tone was extra sweet and soft, just the way he liked it. But Schlatt knew better, he knew you were up to something.
“Still busy. This stupid fuckin’ thing has been a pain in the ass all day,” he started to explain whatever it was he was working on. You could feel his blood pressure rise with each complaint, smiling to yourself. You leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, which he ignored as he kept complaining. Clearly he was doing his best to not get distracted by your presence and keep his mind on track. His genuine frustration and rising anger almost made you rethink your dastardly plan, but your needs outweighed everything else. You absentmindedly hummed along in agreement to everything he was yapping about as you slowly made your way to his lap, purposefully keeping his sweater pulled down to hide your lack of panties as you sat down. Schlatt was in the middle of another complaint when you cut him off, almost rudely.
“Hey I know you're busy but like… I really really need you,” you purred, slightly rolling your hips against him. Schlatt stopped his ranting immediately, looking down at you in his lap with something akin to shock and offense. You weren't listening or caring at all about his troubles, you were simply there for one thing and one thing only. He almost admired how bold your little stint was, but he was more dead set on teaching you a lesson. He couldn't deny how good it felt when you grinded against him, realizing quickly that you also didn't have any panties on. He steeled himself and kept his condescending gaze on you, a tight frown pulling at the corner of his lips.
“You're annoying,” was all he could grumble the more you melted into him. His hands rested calmly on the armrests of his chair, not daring to give you the satisfaction of touching your soft body like he normally would. He was calm, eerily so. You had expected him to immediately give in to your temptations, eager to take a break from work. You were sorely mistaken.
You whined pathetically, pressing sloppy and warm kisses to his jawline and neck in an attempt to get him to crumble.
“Please babe…” you begged softly, feeling the wet patch that grew underneath you and how it was starting to stain the crotch of his sweatpants. Schlatt rolled his eyes and leaned himself forward to continue his work, ignoring you. The desperate humping wasn't nearly as effective as you thought it would be. The noise that escaped your throat was pitiful as you realized he wasn't taking your bait, your plan was backfiring badly. The languid movements of your hips still felt good, and you could feel how hard he was getting so you continued. Something was better than nothing, so you kept brainlessly humping him.
After a few agonizing minutes of nothing being reciprocated, you sighed dramatically. Schlatt made sure to not move a single muscle while you squirmed on top of him, only moving his hands to type. You threw your head back to look at your boyfriend, and it looked like he was staring through you. It was as if you weren't even there. You pouted, resorting to childish tactics to get him to acknowledge you. A poke on his nose, a pinch of his cheek, tugging his chops, pulling his hair, you even used a finger to lift up his lip to bare his sharp canines. Schlatt was doing his best to not react, but at some point he scoffed and grabbed your wrist, forcing you to stop. He said nothing and grabbed you gently, but it was a clear sign of him being firm. You gasped softly and frowned, almost determined twofold to make him notice you. You huffed and wiggled in his lap before deciding your best course of action was to simply take what you wanted. You were soaked and your core seemed to throb with how desperate you were getting. Insatiable was barely enough to describe how you felt.
You immediately leaned off his lap a bit and toyed with his waistband. Schlatt didn't even spare you a glance. Which basically meant you could get away with what you were planning. You smirked as you pulled his sweats and underwear down, his hard dick slapping against his tummy. Your mouth nearly watered at the sight, but you weren't interested in sucking him off. You aligned yourself back on his lap, swaying your hips to feel his tip tease your entrance. You gave him another look, chewing on your plump bottom lip. Like you were trying to get away with stealing cookies out of the cookie jar from right under his nose. Schlatt made no moves and said nothing, focusing on everything but you. He was confident that he could keep a straight face while you sank onto his dick. Totally.
You smiled impishly as you lowered yourself onto him slowly, enjoying every single inch that filled up your sopping wet hole. Your breathing went ragged and a soft moan tumbled out of your mouth as he bottomed out in you. You could hear his breathing become slightly strained, a few soft huffs from his nose here and there. But Schlatt kept typing away regardless. His jaw was tight and that was enough to encourage you to move. You wanted to see him break. The soft plaps of skin were barely heard as you started a steady pace, bouncing in his lap. You leaned forward and pressed yourself tightly against his chest, head resting in the crook of his neck. You knew your little noises in his ear would drive him crazy. It didn't take more than a minute for you to get lost in the pleasure of it all. Schlatt filled you up so perfectly every time, it was like you both were made for each other. His tip kissed that special spot inside you so well, and your pussy gripped him like a vice. The tall man closed his eyes tightly at the feeling of your warmth around him, fighting tooth and nail to keep his focus on work. He grunted softly when you rolled your hips just the way he liked, oh so close to breaking. You were on cloud nine, desperately fucking him as if nothing else mattered. The warmth of him underneath you and his scent made your brain hazy. Your thighs burned, you were panting, and your pace was getting sloppier and sloppier. It was pitiful in the best way possible. Despite your exhaustion, you kept going in hopes you could reach the ecstasy you desperately needed but to no avail. It was overstimulating and not fulfilling at the same time. Tears began to well up in your eyes as you were overwhelmed with the disappointment that you couldn't keep riding him without some help, your shaky exhale tickling the shell of his ear.
That was all it took to make him snap.
The sound of typing suddenly stopped and you felt his big hands roughly grab your hips. Your eyes snapped open as Schlatt interjected your poor excuse of initiative with a tsk of his tongue, pushing you to sit up and look at him. He kept your hips in place, preventing you from moving. He needed to feel you properly and not just endure your pathetic little bounces that did next to nothing for either of you.
“You're gonna take what I give you, understand?” He growled, his tone low and demanding. It made butterflies flutter in your stomach. But before you could agree or do anything, his hips roughly snapped up into you. The sensation left you breathless, only able to let out a strangled cry of surprise. Your big doe eyes widened in shock, mouth agape as he started thrusting up into you at a cruel pace. It was rough on purpose, showing you without words how he was in charge. You let out a sharp yelp as you clung to his shoulders, hanging on for dear life. It felt like he was quite literally fucking your entire body weight into the air. Schlatt kept his hands firmly on your hips and pulled you down with each of his upward thrusts, smiling to himself upon seeing your reaction and hearing your strangled moans. You were certainly caught off guard and he loved it.
Once you got over the initial surprise of him pounding up into you, you were able to relax a bit. You melted against him, brain nearly going dumb at the delicious feeling of his big dick hitting the yummiest spots over and over. You looked down at his concentrated expression, it was nearly the same as it looked earlier when he was staring at his monitor. All except for his mouth being open to pant and his cheeks being flushed with a lovely shade of pink. You couldn't help it, you ceased your moaning and panting to smirk at him. He was everything you wanted and you were getting exactly what you planned for. Schlatt's brutal thrusts stuttered when he caught a glimpse of your expression. You looked positively sinful, like he had fallen right into your trap despite his previous attempt to stay as still as a statue. Your surprise had worn off, and you looked insatiable. Your eyes half lidded and heavy, mouth curled into a devious smile like a succubus. It was as if his dick wasn't nearly enough for you. You were getting too comfortable.
He simply could not have that.
He growled and ceased his movements, immediately pulling you off. Your smirk was wiped off your face real quick when he easily lifted you off his lap to stand on wobbly legs.
“No, I'm not doin’ that shit…” he mumbled under his breath as he grabbed your neck. Not quite hard enough to choke, but certainly firm enough to nudge you over towards the couch. You barely had time to register what was happening until he pushed you down on the plush surface by the throat. You fell into the cushions, a small frown forming. Before you could ask him what was happening or why he stopped, he lifted your legs up and placed them on his shoulders. Eyes as wide as saucers again, you realized what he was doing. You were definitely in trouble now.
Schlatt's eyebrows were knitted in frustration as he grabbed himself and slapped the tip on your throbbing clit a few times.
“Such a needy slut. Gotta fuck you so you’ll stop botherin’ me…” he trailed off, bucking his hips against you to rub himself in your wetness. You could've cried at how good the heaviness of his dick felt rubbing against your slit, and you were sure he'd love it if you actually did. Without any warning, he pushed himself back inside with a heady groan. You both moaned in tandem when he started to move again, not giving you much of a break as his pace turned feral once more. Your eyes nearly rolled back into your head as you tried to grab at the couch cushions to ground yourself, nails digging into the fabric as the sound of skin on skin filled the office. The neighbors could almost certainly hear you both, but neither of you could be bothered. Your loud moans were an absolute symphony to Schlatt’s ears, he loved knowing how great he felt inside you. He couldn’t get enough of how the raw absence of inhibition sounded, especially when it came from your pretty glossed lips. Your hands travelled to any bit of purchase you could find on him. The back of his neck, grabbing fistfulls of his shirt, and tangling into his soft brown locks. Eventually your hands landed on Schlatt’s forearms that rested by your head. Your nails left angry red marks on his skin, but he relished in it. He didn’t mind that he’d have to wear sweaters if he left the house for a day or two. One of his hands braced most of his body weight next to your head in the couch cushions, the other hand white-knuckled the arm rest above you. You could almost picture how the veins in his hands were popping more than usual.
Something about the way he knew how to hit every perfect spot that sent waves of white hot pleasure to the coil in your tummy made you all the more brainless. Your tits had fallen out from how his sweater rode up with each brutal rock of his hips, a sight he never grew tired of. All you could do was moan and cry as he folded you in half, the position far more intense than you straddling his lap. The tears that rolled off your heated cheeks sparked more than just satisfaction in Schlatt, it was pure, unbridled, and dominating greed. For as greedy as you were for him, he was ten times as much for you. He acted nonchalant about it ninety-nine percent of the time, always so calculated and unbothered on the surface. He always made fun of you for being the needy one, the one who could never get enough, but in reality it was all him. He always “gave in” to you, but it was because there was no way in heaven and earth that he’d deny his gorgeous girl. If it was up to him, you’d never leave the house. Even when he acted like you were a bother, especially while you took him away from important work like this, he was so devoted to you and you knew damn well that he was wrapped around your pretty finger.
His thrusts lost any sort of rhythm when he felt himself nearing the edge, as he could feel how your gummy walls fluttered around him. If heaven existed, the feeling right before you both came together would be the closest comparable thing. Your moans got higher and higher pitched, the absence of pace driving you insane. Schlatt was notorious for talking you through it, his deep tone bringing you to completion many times. But this was true fucking, the kind where either of you couldn't even form coherent words. Just hearing how ragged his breath had gotten and seeing how his hair hung over his damp forehead pushed you closer and closer, the coil tightening more and more. Schlatt quickly brought up his thumb to his lips, licked it, and brought the steady digit to your aching clit. He rubbed a few circles before your back arched off the couch and the coil suddenly snapped. You nearly screeched as your orgasm hit you fast and hard, your vision blurring around the edges before you had to shut your eyes to bear with the intensity. Schlatt continued to fuck you through it, your involuntary spasms milking him the more he rutted into you. He let out a drawn out and low moan, before roughly cumming inside you. You loved the feeling of every spurt hitting your poor, bruised cervix. He gave a few extra hard and shaky thrusts into your heat for good measure, exhaling as if he had run a marathon. The two of you came down from the high together, chests heaving and skin sticky with a sheen layer of sweat. Schlatt regained some composure before you, patting your trembling thigh lovingly as he carefully set your legs down to hook around his hips. He leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss to your damp forehead, his mustache tickling your skin.
“Atta girl. I really gotta get back to work though. If you get off this couch to bother me again, I’m fuckin’ you until your legs don’t work.”
His threat wasn’t empty, he meant business.
Yeah, you were definitely going to bother him again.
This idea came to me while I was in an extremely inebriated state and I drew sketches for the positions and everything so sober me could understand LMFAO. I also wrote the majority of this while in said inebriated state and just polished it off as much as possible later so if the pov changes and is weird that's why lol. Enjoy my loves <3
Jschlatt x reader, MDNI 18+, NSFW, afab reader (female genitalia), she/her pronouns, no use of (Y/n)
Wc : 1.7k
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Schlatt decides to do amateur porn with sweet, soft reader once he "retires" from the internet.
He only posts the links to their tapes on extremely niche forums at first so they're hard to find but people stumble on them anyways and so he decides to make a pornhub account to post on. It garners a good amount of traffic because reader is just so pretty and that guy that fucks her has a nice, big dick too!
Reader is always visible in the videos, she's far too pretty to hide (Schlatt likes showing off his gorgeous catch a little)!! Soft soft soft skin and is a naturally radiant-looking human being, quite literally always glowing and sweet sounding. It's abundantly clear she's very well taken care of and spoiled by her man (healthy hair, glowing skin, nails almost always done, etc).
Schlatt’s face is never visible in any of the videos, but the slight moans and grunts that accidentally slip out sound halfway similar to him so fans speculate all the time.
There are only three untitled videos on the account.
The first video is a pov of reader in doggy, her back arched all pretty for Schlatt to slam his fat cock inside over and over. It looks like it’s filmed with a nice quality camera, soft morning light streaming through unseen curtains somewhere in what looks to be a bedroom. The video itself isn’t more than a handful of minutes long, it’s fitting for a first post on a freshly made porn account. Reader is moaning nicely and pitifully grasping the sheets under her, the profile of her pretty face visible but smushed in the mattress and her body on full display. Her hypnotizing ass bouncing against Schlatt's pelvis with each of his hard thrusts. At some point, Schlatt reaches down with his free hand and grabs a fistful of her locks to pull her up so he can bully himself into her cute pussy more aggressively before the video cuts.
The video garnered a few thousand views from the usual pornhub traffic. Nothing too crazy, just catching the eyes of people who were far too deep in the recesses of the hub. There's only a few comments talking about how pretty reader is and that's about it.
The second video is reader riding him in the back seat of one of his nice cars. It’s clearly night time, the windows are already fogged up. The nice camera seems to be set on the center console, giving a great view of reader’s backside as she pitifully bounces in Schlatt’s lap. The frame cuts off both Schlatt and reader’s upper bodies, only showing Schlatt’s big thighs spread and reader’s nice ass sat on top. Both of them are still halfway dressed, probably too eager to wait until they get home after a nice date or special occasion. Schlatt’s slacks are unzipped and pulled down enough to free himself and reader’s dress is hiked up to rest at her hips. It’s a bit longer than the first video, but still brief enough to let viewers thirst for more. His big hands dip into frame briefly to grip her hips and caress the expanse of her back as his cock slides in and out of her. Reader’s whimpers are a bit more hushed and she speaks indistinctly to Schlatt but none of it is picked up or seen by the camera, only the soft whisper of her voice in the background as the sound of skin meeting skin fills the car the more she bounces. Schlatt stays quiet for the most part but a few low grunts and groans are pulled out of him when reader rides him in just the way that he enjoys, just enough to be picked up if the video is at full volume. His hips roll unconsciously up into reader to meet her bounces, which quickly turns into him thrusting himself roughly inside her (earning a pornographically loud moan out of reader). He almost uses her as a toy, his arms wrapped snugly around her waist to keep her still as she takes every stroke like she can’t get enough. Schlatt deeply thrusts upwards one final time and cums deep inside, letting out a soft and shaky groan that gets cut off as the video ends.
Schlatt rewatches every tape they make, he knows his noises are audible. He uploads it anyway because it would be a suchhhh a waste if people couldn't see how beautiful his girl is. This is where the serious fan speculation starts.
That video amasses way more views, and eventually gets spotted by some straggler fans who are convinced it could be Schlatt judging by the miniscule amount of groans and heavy breathing. The remaining fans are torn between the man being Schlatt or not, but enough time passes that it’s collectively brushed under the rug. Schlatt posting his homemade sex tapes sounds too far out of his character anyway, especially considering that he hadn’t uploaded a video or streamed in years.
Over time, the theories start piling up and whatever is left of his fanbase unanimously agrees that it must be him. It's not necessarily common knowledge on the internet, but he'll never come out of retirement to disprove or acknowledge the speculation.
Schlatt uploads one last video to the porn account after letting the conversation and debates simmer. It's an entirely normal and full length Jschlatt video (probably a tiktok reaction let's be real), just like his prior days on youtube. It's confusing and odd content for the unbranded pornhub profile, but little do people know it’s an unassuming trap.
At the very end there's a hard cut to Schlatt and reader having sex on their couch. It looks hastily filmed on a phone or old handycam propped up on a nearby coffee table. The view makes it look far more intimate than all the other videos, almost like the viewer is intruding on a private moment. It looks to be around dusk, the apartment dim as if the sun had just settled under the horizon. Clearly the video must have been taken spontaneously, possibly after tiredly coming home from a Japan trip. The quality is horrible but not because of pornhub settings, it's whatever camera he's using to make it look shitty and grainy.
Reader's face can't be seen entirely with the camera angle, only part of Schlatt's. It’s mostly the top of his head and his side profile as he looks down at reader squirming under him. Schlatt is on top of her, leaning down and genuinely giving his precious girl some love. Reverent kisses, slow rolling hips, soft gasps and grunts, a steady pace, and even steadier arms that cage around her. It looks deliberate, like he’s holding himself up over her on his forearms so the camera can see where their bodies meet together deliciously at the far end of the frame. Like he wants for her gorgeous body to be on display for all to see. Reader is wearing a cute little sundress that's bunched up at her waist, tits perfectly cupped by the fabric. She’s whimpering and keening into his kisses, clawing at his arms and broad shoulders. Her plush thighs are parted wide, one hooked over his hip and the other hanging limply on the other side so the camera can get a good look at her.
Schlatt is wearing one of his normal flattering black tees that he wears all the goddamn time, joggers pulled down enough to hang nicely off his hips and expose himself. He pulls his shirt up once deliberately so the camera can see how she’s fucking soaked and how her greedy pussy takes every stroke of his fat dick so fucking well. It shows a little bit of his tasteful belly and happy trail too.
At the end of the short clip, he leans down to kiss reader more possessively. It’s all hunger and want, his hand propped up on the couch cushion behind her, his fingers in her hair. When he pulls away from her, he dazedly looks up at the camera for a millisecond or two like he's suddenly remembering that he's recording. His eyes are dark and half lidded, almost like he’s still lost in the pleasure of her. His hand then reaches up to grab the camcorder off the table or whatever haphazard way he set it up beforehand. He grabs it in such a way that he has time to flash a lazy smile, giving one last shot of his face practically smirking before the video ends abruptly.
It wasn't nearly as much of a viral moment as anything he made in his prime on youtube and twitch. It still amassed more views in the few hours that it was up than usual before he nuked the entire pornhub account. He privated all of his social media, just leaving up his youtube channels that were long dead anyway. It was just enough jestery to give a playful “fuck you” to his small remaining fanbase and to signify that it would be his final send off the internet for good.
He had the house in upstate New York, the most wonderful girl in the world, and all the money he needed.
Not famous enough to be pointed out in public anymore. He had no fear in taking his girlfriend (soon to be wife), the angel who practically floated into his lap from day one and claimed him heart and soul, out on dates and trips. Schlatt got to live his life, like leaving the internet persona behind was the last puzzle piece he needed to fully click into place for his soul to truly rest easy.
Plus the ridiculous amount of money the porn account made when it was up.
As time passed, he would definitely make another pornhub account (with a username that's probably painfully dubbed "BigGuy4" or something similar to the original porn account that he initially nuked).
He could live with posting videos of him fucking his beautiful ringed up wife occasionally to make a hefty amount of extra money, living their happy life together without anyone really knowing who he was or who he used to be.
