#jschlatt oneshots

[of-a-chaotic-mind]

Nerf or Nothin'

Summary: JSchlatt hosts an epic Nerf battle and ends up facing off against Reader as Team Captains.

TW/CW: None that I can think of, just Nerf guns, JSchlatt x Reader

Requested?: No

A/N: This totally isn't a dream I had while taking a nap and listening to Sleep Deprived... I HAVE however been binge-watching Sleep Deprived all day lol. Schlatt's voice scratches an itch in my brain and he's fuckin great.

I arrived at the warehouse around thirty minutes early due to my excitement surrounding today’s events. My boyfriend, Schlatt, has arranged a massive Nerf battle with several of our creator friends. I grab my keys and phone before hopping out to grab a box from the trunk which contains several of Schlatt’s Nerf guns, ammo, and some of my own. He had already brought quite a few with him this morning when he came to start set up but asked me to bring these as well.

I remove my sunglasses from my face and place them on my head with my free hand as the door to the warehouse swings shut behind me and my jaw drops. Schlatt had been careful to keep details a surprise from everyone, including me, and now I can see why. The large warehouse floor is dotted with various mats, cushions, and foam walls. Everything is arranged in a sort of city-like fashion but that’s not the best part. On either side of the plush battlefield are two structures that can only be described as adult-sized McDonald’s playgrounds. A red flag flies atop one and a blue for the other.

I spot Schlatt standing near a couple folding tables laden with various Nerf guns and ammo. He has an enormous grin on his face as he admires his creation and Tommy and Jack are having a very animated conversation beside him. I place my box on the table before stepping up behind Schlatt and rubbing his back, “You really outdid yourself with this one, babe. This is amazing.”

He looks down and proudly smiles at me but has no chance to respond as Tommy notices my arrival, “(Y/N)! Can you believe this?! This is insane.”

I giggle as Schlatt wraps his arm around my shoulders, “I know. I’m not sure what I was expecting but it sure wasn’t this.”

Jack whips his head away from the setup and toward me with shock written on his features, “There’s no way in hell you didn’t know about this.”

I grin and look up at Schlatt, “And I quote, ‘Just because you’re my girlfriend doesn’t mean I’m going to spoil the surprise for you.’” He nods once before we are all distracted by the new arrivals. Oompa is literally jumping up and down in excitement as Kris laughs uncontrollably at his side. Mika, Aztro, and Apanda stand absolutely stun-locked just inside the door jaws on the floor. Schlatt throws his hands up with an even bigger grin on his face at our friends’ reactions.

As the guys all begin running around like sugar-high toddlers, Kris makes her way over to my side. “This is going to be so unbelievably fun and entertaining,” she says, watching Schlatt and Oompa wrestle not too far away.

I nod, “He’s been so excited about this ever since he set his plan into motion. He’s almost let slip a few times what he had going but managed to catch himself.”

She nods, impressed, “I’m shocked he kept it to himself.” I shrug as more friends begin to arrive and chaos soon breaks out completely.

Finally, once everyone arrives, Schlatt manages to call everyone to order to explain everything, “Ladies and gentlemen, we are gathered here today to partake in an epic Nerf gun battle. As you may have noticed, we have two structures each with their own flag. The surrounding area is the city and each structure is a castle. There will obviously be two teams. The objective is to get the enemy team’s flag and carry it back to your own castle. If you get hit, and we have to use the honor code here, you will join the enemy team.” Everyone around, including me, gasps and Schlatt grins, “Here’s another gasp-inducing fact,” with that, the lights go down, and many whoop in excitement. There’s still enough light to see what’s right in front of us but not very far. The lights come back on and Schlatt continues, “Myself and Ted will be team captains for the first round. I’ll be on team blue and Ted, on team red. Once our teams are chosen, we’ll have fifteen minutes to collect our weapons and discuss strategy. Once that time is up, everyone will make their way to the back side of their castle. The lights will go out and everyone will have five minutes to get into position. After five minutes, our referees will shout go and we’re off. Once everything is said and done, the losing team captain will pick the captains for the next round. Any question?”

Everyone looks around at each other before shaking their heads. With that, Schlatt allows Ted first pick. Quickly the somewhat large crowd is divided in two and I of course find myself on Schlatt’s team on his first pick. It’s chaos as everyone chooses their Nerf guns and our team captains discretely give out orders and assignments. Quickly, the fifteen minutes is up and everyone takes their place. Schlatt has assigned me the task of collecting the flag and running it back to our castle while he and Oompa watch my back from atop the blue team castle and Tommy and Jack create a diversion.

As the ref calls start, I sneak around the far side of the “map” from where the messy and chaotic diversion breaks out. Ted seems to have gone for a straightforward approach as the majority of his team takes the playing field. I take a mental note of everyone who is missing and make my way to their castle. Somehow, I manage to get in and climb up without anyone noticing. I peek my head over the last step into the room of the flag and find their guards laughing their asses off at the battle down below. I sneakily nab the flag, rolling it up and tucking it under my arm as I make my way down to the floor.

As soon as I step foot onto the mat at the entrance, I hear Ted yell over the cacophony, “Where the hell is (Y/N)? Someone get eyes on (Y/N)!”

Above me, the red team’s guards begin to panic, yelling back to Ted, “Someone got the flag!” Before getting shot with foam darts through the bars.

I glance up to the top of our castle and spot Schlatt and Oompa both grinning from ear to ear, having annihilated my new teammates. Schlatt yells at them, “Get her back to base!”

I duck behind a wall and look up to find them scanning the grounds for me. Soon, they’ve joined me and we quickly pick our way back to Schlatt and Oompa. Once atop our castle, I pull the blue flag out of its stand and replace it with the red one. What’s left of our team cheers as Ted sighs, “I know exactly who the next captains are going to be.”

I cross my arms, “Oh yeah?” He nods and silently points at me and Schlatt.

Beside me, Schlatt groans, “Dudeeeee nooooooo. She’ll be my downfallllll.”

I giggle and take my first pick, “Kris! You’re with me!” Once again, the teams are quickly divided out. As the fifteen-minute prep stage starts, I whisper in Kris’s ear, “You’re gonna be me this time. Sneaky as possible, get in, get out, get back to base.” She grins and nods excitedly as I begin directing the rest of my team. I assign a group to guard our flag, an entire strike team to make it seem like they’re going for the flag, and a couple snipers to watch Kris’s back. My own job is to just screw with Schlatt and Oompa as much as possible from afar.

The start is called and I make my way onto the battlefield with my strike team. I carefully pick at Schlatt and Oompa, mostly Schlatt. My only goal is to annoy the shit out of them not actually tag them. Soon, Oompa yells out to Schlatt, “Kris isn’t out here! Is she up top?”

Schlatt quickly looks around, “You little, shit. Using my own tactic against me,” he yells at me from across the way before directing his attention to his team, “Find her!” At this point, I motion to my strike team to push in further and then turn my attention to my snipers giving them a signal that means switch to rapid fire and volley them. Quickly, their team is whittled to nearly nothing. All that is left is Schlatt, Oompa, and a couple others. At this point, they’re attempting to pick their way through to stop Kris, however unknown to anyone else, she’s already passed the flag off to Jack who is on his way up our castle now. Once I’m sure he’s replaced the flag, I let the fight go on a little longer before finally nailing Schlatt between the eyes with a dart. He grumpily glares at me before turning around and assisting my team in taking out what remains of his. Everyone stops and looks around at each other confused about what to do now as I have overtaken the entire blue team.

Schlatt drops his hands to his sides and shrugs, “I don’t know, I guess the red team wins. I didn’t foresee her going against me,” he looks at me now with a pretend look of anger on his face, “I trained you too well.” I grin triumphantly and say nothing as I point up at our castle where Jack simply grins and waves. Schlatt looks at me wide-eyed, “How? When? What?”

I giggle, “Everybody failed to notice that the flag was handed off. He’s been up there a while now.”

Schlatt struggles to contain his grin before finally giving up and pulling me into a kiss. When we pull away, there’s a grin on his face and everyone quiets their whoops and hollers, “I’m so proud of you.” Everyone aws before Schlatt rolls his eyes, “Yeah, yeah, shut up.” He assigns new captains and before long we’re locked into a third battle.

Schlatt and I got home from our exciting day not too long ago. I make my way back to bed and find Schlatt sleeping peacefully. I brush his hair out of his face which causes him to jolt awake. He looks up at me, brows knitted together, for a moment before mumbling, “‘m sorry, didn’t mean to fall asleep.”

I smile softly at him, “It’s alright, baby. You’ve had a long day. I can tell you’re exhausted.”

He gently drags me into his side and kisses the top of my head, “Did you have fun today?”

I nod, “Of course I did. Did you?”

He seems to think for a moment before mumbling, “Yeah, I don’t think I’ve ever had so much fun.” He pauses, “I still can’t believe you beat me in that second round.”

I giggle, “I’m honestly surprised it worked out.”

He hums quietly but doesn’t say anything. It’s not long before I realize he’s fallen asleep again and drift off myself.

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More JSchlatt Imagines

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[spookitapes]

teasing jschlatt hc's

summary | teasing ur boyfriend at his friend's house backfires

pairing | jschlatt x fem!reader

warnings/cw | smut, choking, public sex, degradation, humiliation, rough sex, no prep, jealous!schlatt

!! 18+ MINORS DNI !!

not proofread, sorry for any mistakes !!

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❧ teasing schlatt around his friends is not for the weak...

❧calling his dick small and making fun of his stroke game

❧ he just sits there and takes it

❧ tongue against his cheek

❧ sucking on his teeth

❧ you see the look he's giving you but it only fuels the fire

❧ whispering & laughing with his friends...especially ted

❧ so he waits till he sees you sneak upstairs to the bathroom

❧ follows you and doesn't even try to make it not obvious

❧ pushes the door open so hard as you're washing your hands it makes you jump

❧ "what are you do- shut the fuck up and turn around."

❧ his hand is gripping your throat, slightly cutting off ur air supply

❧ man handles you how he wants when you don't move

❧ ripping a hole in your fishnets bc he's too impatient

❧ "aren't you gonna prep me ?"

❧ "nah you can barely even feel it, right ?"

❧ thrusting balls deep in the first go

❧ doesn't let you hold back any of your pretty noises

❧"stop holding back. let it out. let. it. the. fuck. out."

❧ he accentuates his demands by thrusting harder after each word

❧"who owns this pussy?"

❧"yeah scream my fucking name, baby. let everyone know who makes you into the real slut you are."

❧ he's not stopping till you scream on his dick so loud the whole house knows what's going on in that bathroom

❧ "keep on crying. love how pretty you sound when you beg like that."

❧ he walks you back downstairs with mascara running down your face, hickeys covering your neck & chest, ripped fishnets, and cum running down your shaky legs

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[cathers-world]

Jshlatt is an everything guy

Ted is a thigh guy

Charlie is a thigh guy

George is a tits and ass guy

Quackity is a tits and thigh guy

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[cherrycrushes]

too sweet - oneshot

jschlatt x reader.

part two; part three

a/n: yes, this is based off the hozier song :) oh yeah schlatts kinda a red flag in one (just how i like them 😌)

"good morning," you whispered in jschlatt's ear. yesterday night, schlatt had asked you to wake him up early so he could work. he stirred and grumbled as you slightly shook him.

"how do you wake up so happy," schlatt mumbles. you were always an early bird. him being the complete opposite.

"maybe you shouldn't have slept so late and drank so much," you chuckled. he slept around 1AM, busy streaming and indulging in whiskey.

he rolled his eyes at this, thinking about corrupting you just to get more sleep. you were a lifestyle youtuber. eating healthy, acting nice, and having good habits to show the public. when he first met you, he thought it wasn't real. he believed it was a front you put up for clout. he got closer to you just to try to break that shell you made. just to see your true self. while he did that, you guys fell in love. he learned it was not a farce, that you were truly too sweet.

he sat upright, barely noticing the cup of coffee in your hands. as his eyes landed on it, you passed it to him.

"thanks," he says as he takes a sip. you made it exactly how he likes it, black with one sugar. in comparison to your mug, which had schlatt's face on it, which had so much sugar and cream in it that it was almost white. one of the only things you indulged in. he smiled at this familiar unhealthyness.

as bad as it was, he wishes that you kept drinking and eating sugary foods. maybe he could put dip you into his acid, making you more bitter like him. you both sat in silence.

"but you know that we both get different types of drunk. i get off of it on whiskey, and you get drunk on life," he cleared his throat. schlatt looked at you for an answer, any type of bad reaction to make your sweetness sour.

"you're wrong," you smiled and looked at him. "i get drunk on you."

schlatt looked away, trying to hide his blush.

“you’re really too sweet for me, huh?”

#☎️ cherry’s line! #jschlatt x reader #schlatt x reader #chuckle sandwich x reader #jschlatt #schlatt #schlatt x you #jschlatt x you #jschlatt x y/n #chuckle sandwich #oneshot #x reader

[lowkeyrobin]

Charlie Slimecicle x Reader

But its like streaming together for the first time and its just really sweet while he teaches you to play Minecraft:)

<3

yesyeysysysyyseyyseseysyes this is actually my first time writing for him other than that one sorry boys preference 😭🙏 ; I had no idea how to get from point a to point b so I'm so sorry lmao

SLIMECICLE ; minecraft tutorial

summary ; charlie teaches you how to play minecraft on stream

warnings ; language

genre ; fluff

word count ; 758

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You met Charlie in your freshman year of high school, and finally, by your senior year, you were dating. Now, at twenty-five, you were happy with your lives and peacefully living. He was a full-time content creator, and you were working at a department store, just a job to pay for classes to get the degree you were hoping to get.

You'd appeared in a stream or video here and there. You were relatively camera shy and didn't like disturbing your boyfriend while he was working, so you didn't show your face to his fans very much other than Instagram posts.

But, he'd gotten the genius idea to invite you on his stream and teach you how to play Minecraft. You knew stuff here and there about the game, but not a lot. All you really knew was blocks and the insane amount of friends he had, and eggs.

You sit down in a chair next to him, picking at your fingers as he begins the stream, giving you a warm welcome for chat. You give the camera a wave, looking to Charlie as he explains why you're here and what you'll be doing.

"Okay, so WASD is to move, mouse is to look around"

"Okay" You nod, using the mouse to look around, seeing you'd spawned in a dark oak biome. "Oooo, I like this place. Wait, this is one of those biomes you were playing in VR with Traves and Schlatt"

He nods and chuckles, "Yeah, yeah. Hold down the left mouse button to break blocks and get some wood."

You nod, doing as he says, gathering the dark oak wood. "I'm guessing walking, talking egg children are QSMP only" You joke, taking notice of the lack of eggs.

"Honestly, there is two types of eggs but they don't walk or talk, if that's any better?"

"Two?"

"Chicken eggs and the Ender Dragon's egg"

"Oh!"

You progress through the game a bit, getting better as you play.

You're now wielded with iron tools, golden boots from a nether portal ruin, and an iron helmet. Charlie speaks about the nether, which got you in a bit of a panic since, yes, you wanted to try and beat the game, but you didn't want to die and lose all your items, either. You definitely weren't loaded enough to go try and get a bunch of blaze rods and trade for ender pearls, so you decided to explore the massive caves to try and find diamonds and more iron, for now.

Charlie watches you, proudly. He shows you all the tips and tricks and teaches you what items do, how they work, and how to craft them.

"Oh, get out! Get out! That's a warden cave, out! Go! Go, go!" He exclaims, eyes widening.

"What?" You ask, quickly backing up as you look at the torch light illuminating the dark blue blocks. You hear a rustling sound in the headphones and quickly panic, running back where you came from.

"Wardens are so OP, dude, you'll get demolished. The abandoned cities have awesome gear and loot, though"

"Then let's go get it!"

"The wardens, Y/n"

You slowly look between him and the screen, and quickly type a little /gamemode peaceful in chat, switching the game mode.

"Y/n!" He giggles, "I thought you didn't wanna cheat"

"Well, I want rare shit. Thank your chat, dude." You shrug with a smile, heading back down towards the abandoned city.

You end up finding nearly a stack of diamonds down there, plus a bunch of enchanting books and music discs. Charlie was hyping you up the whole time and deflecting the fact you were in peaceful, using the responses of "they're scaring the wardens away" and "the wardens are there, they're just hiding" for the bit.

"Okay, I think I got everything"

"Oh, you don't leave"

"Huh?"

"You never leave.. you never leave once you enter" He begins to do the dark and scary voice while he quickly types in the /gamemode hard into chat, summoning a few wardens around you.

You yelp and quickly sprint away, taking a solid five hearts of damage from one hit. You're unable to turn the game back to peaceful as you try your best to run away. You attempt to build straight up but are hit again, killing you.

All your items burst out of your inventory as you stare at the 'You died!' screen, jaw hanging agape. You slowly turn your head towards the brunette next to you as chat explodes with comments.

"Charlie!"

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[pawpatrollss]

Heated blankets and cuddles

jschlatt x fem!reader

summary: both you and schlatt got sick at the same time so to ease the sniffling and sore throats from the flu, you make a cup of tea and snuggle up on the couch with the cats.

warning: straight up fluff.

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You had catched the god awful cold that was going around, and from you schlatt went ahead and got it.

You were laying on the couch with multiple blankets wrapped around you to keep you warm, just one leg peeking out the thick blankets and jambo curled up by your side in a deep sleep.

Schlatt was trying to power through his headache and stuffy nose while streaming a relaxed minecraft mining stream.

From your spot on the couch you could hear schlatt laugjing at something his chat said, followed by a cough. He had only planned on streaming for about an hour, yet 2 hours in he was still at his desk gaming away.

Jambo jumping off the couch brought you back to the show you were mindlessly watching from your livingroom tv.

A cup of tea would really heal your sour throat but getting up from the couch felt impossible at the moment, still feeling like you were going to freeze to death if you pushed the blankets away even for a second.

Tired footsteps could be heard heading towards the livingroom from behind you. Then the couch dipped next to you and a head appeared infront of your barely visible eyes under the fluffy blanket.

” ’M so tired…” he mumbled resting his head on your blanketed lap. ”How many blankets do you have toots?” He laughed with a tired smile.

”Not enough, i’m still freezing jay.” you whined reaching for yet another tissue to wipe your runny nose.

Without a word schlatt got back up from the couch disappearing into the hallway of the apartment.

Few minutes later he appeared with two cups of tea, a big heated blanket and a jambo running after him.

”Let’s get you warmed up doll.” He stated pulling the other blankets to the side to cover you in the already heated up blanket.

Schlatt layed down beside you, arm around your shoulder pulling you into him as he turned your favorite show on for the both of you to enjoy.

Jambo jumped up on the couch and got situated next to the both of you enjoying the warmth from the blanket aswell.

Schlatt’s body heat by it’s self was warming up your entire left side that was pressed against him.

There you two spent the rest of the day and evening snuggled up by eachother watching some shows. Before you both drifted off to sleep in that same position on the couch with the soft sound of the tv chatter in the background and eachothers heavy breathing.

#schlatt #jschlatt x reader #jschlatt x you #oneshot #jschlatt #schlatt x y/n

[xoxoluka]

ᴄʟᴀᴅᴅᴀɢʜ

jschlatt x streamer!reader

summary: you wear the same ring every day, every stream, in the same direction. your fans notice one day that the direction of it changed.

warnings: swearing, not a very descriptive fic

a/n: for those not familiar with claddagh rings, they are rings from Irish culture that are most commonly used to show your status. right ring finger upside down means single, right ring finger right side up means taken. look into them if you are still confused or would consider buying one <3

gummygone: what's the ring say today???

CelestialCat: SHOW US THE RING

alwaysstar: what are we today

"chat," you giggle, holding up the upside down ring on your finger for the camera to see. "it's the same thing today, i promise. nothing's changing anytime soon."

the chat was flooded with 'aww's and 'why not's and crying emojis, making you laugh again. your audience had a nightly routine before the end of stream where they would bug you about your relationship status, especially since you wore it so freely on your hand.

you got used to giving them disappointing news, although you were hoping that you'd be able to tell them something else very soon.

you end stream soon after your nightly conversation with the chat, and stand up from your desk to close down your office and get ready for bed. once fully showered, washed, and clothed, you got a text as you were plugging in your phone.

'you looked good tonight, toots.'

you smile, biting your lip subconsciously.

'you saw?' you respond, laying back on your bed as you held your phone up.

'of course i did. i could never pass up seeing your face.'

you turn red at his flirtatious words. 'you can see it in person tomorrow, if you're up for it.'

'absolutely.'

you stay up for nearly another hour talking to Jay, making plans to meet up for lunch tomorrow.

you enter the small coffee shop, the warm atmosphere surrounding you and comforting you immediately. you spot your date and give him a wave, rushing over to meet him.

"i missed you," you say as you smile, sitting in the chair across from him.

"'missed you too," Jay smiles back, pushing a plate and a cup towards you. "i ordered your favorite, i hope you don't mind." he spoke in a tone that told you he knew you weren't going to mind either way.

"how could i?" you respond playfully. "thank you."

you banter lightly back and forth for a while, until you notice Jay pause, an unfamiliar glint of hesitation in his eyes. it goes away quickly, allowing him to speak confidently.

"you know," he starts. "we've been doing this for a few months now, right?"

"like.. going on dates and stuff? yeah, i'd say so," you nod, taking a sip of your drink.

"so then.. how'd you like to make it official? about time, right?" he asks, trying to seem as nonchalant as possible.

you sit up in surprise, but a smile breaks onto your face anyway. "yeah! yeah, i'd like that."

"jesus christ, dude," you exclaim, jerking the plastic steering wheel to the side, evading the car that you had drifted too closely too in-game. you were playing truck driving simulator tonight, which was one of your (and your audience's) favorites. it was late, so your real-life self and in-game self were both entirely too tired to be driving a truck.

as you took a moment to yawn, you glanced at chat, noticing a few standalone comments about your ring. you quickly readjusted yourself, pretending like you hadn't just read the comments, and continued to drive. 'as long as they don't all see it...'

you hadn't realized that the way you drive had your ring fully on display, you right hand on top of the steering wheel as your left supported the bottom. a keen eye would've noticed the difference, but hopefully not all of the eyes. you quickly finished up the level, parking the truck and gaining the money and XP. you paused the music and closed the game window, bringing your facecam back to fullscreen. you noticed the usual ring comments, and the few people who had noticed the difference.

"oh, man, chat. i totally forgot to put my ring on this morning," you lie, slipping the ring off with just one hand strategically. "but i'm telling you it's the same. no changes." you'd never been a good liar, the tips of your ears going slightly red, your face flushing, and your small laughs as you spoke.

TheyCallMeDawg: yeah okay buddy

"woah, woah, chat, what's with the attitude tonight?" you jokingly ask after reading that comment. "y'all are crazy, go to bed." you say your final goodbyes to the stream for the night and do your nightly routine. although, tonight, you were going to text Jay first.

'they totally know.'

not rlly a fan, but it was for fun

lmk what you think! <3

© property of xoxoluka. do not repost.

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[doetic]

anything. (TEASER) - dom!experienced!Jschlatt x smaller!sub!inexperienced!F!reader (18+)

Plot: Inexperienced reader finds herself in the bedroom of a man she had only met online that morning in an attempt to be more spontaneous and adventurous following a breakup. Warnings: BDSM (very light hitting and choking but no established safe word), smut, hookup culture, size kink (reader is described as shorter, thin, small and fragile compared to schlatt), female reader with female parts (not many gendered terms besides occasional things like good girl) Word Count (for this snippet): 456 A/n: Based on a Jordan Romano self insert smut I wrote in a notebook during a boring uni lecture

“So fuckin’ tiny,”

Schlatt’s voice came out as a low, near-growl as he looked you up and down with a slow, predatory gaze. His large hands tightly gripped your waist with a possessive firmness to them.

“I could do anything to you, and I’d bet you’d love it all.” He wet his lips. “Wouldn’t you?”

Shyly you let out a hum of confirmation, looking down at his hands on your waist rather than up into his eyes. Sex in general wasn’t something you were clueless of, but definitely not your area of expertise. However, he was handsome, and you were feeling spontaneous following the end of a long term relationship.

“C’mon toots, use your words,” he let out an amused chuckle, moving his left hand from your waist to your cheek. His thumb was placed under your jaw and turned your face up to look him in the eyes. “You’ll love any way I decide to use you, won’t you?”

“Y-yeah,” a warmth filled your cheeks as you spoke “Please use me…”

If you could purr, a low rumble would have filled your chest at the electric feeling of his touch. The intensity of his gaze could almost be physically felt as he searched your eyes for any sign of wanting to back out, but despite the nervous energy wafting off of you, there was none to be found.

His oh-so-tempting lips parted into a cocky grin, his thumb gently rubbing the skin of your jaw. “So shy… don’t worry, I can be gentle.”

You felt cold as he removed his touch from you and sat down on the bed behind him, gesturing for you to straddle him.

“It’s okay,” you spoke as you obeyed his silent command. “It’s just been a while.”

You ran a hand cautiously and shyly along his chest, looking down at your hand instead of his face again. His hand gently grabbed your wrist and guided it underneath his shirt with the careful patience one would give to a frightened animal.

“I won’t hurt you baby, I promise.” He spoke, leaning into your neck. You almost gasped at the feeling of his breath against your sensitive skin alone, and once his lips pressed against it you felt as if you were dissolving into his touch.

You believed his words, but knew at the same time that the man before you was a wolf in sheep’s clothing. The large man before you certainly had the capability to bruise and harm you in the most heavenly ways at his will, and a part of you craved for his gentle touch to become the harsh and animalistic one you knew he was capable of.

“I know,” you replied sincerely. “Please don’t make me wait.”

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[leoizkuul]

You know you can make it; But you can’t make it alone.

Jschlatt x Reader

blurb of sorts, ~350 words.

Features: Hurt/ Comfort, fluff, gender neutral reader.

Stuttering through your words, you choked out a puny sentence between your sobs. Your hands in front of you were gripping the air with frustration, almost trying to speak with them instead of words; and your shoulders at your ears, showing how tense you were.

"Jay, you can't help me; I’m too far gone-“

He kneeled down beside your shaking figure, careful not to cause more of a stir. His actions almost copied that of a gentle giant, frightened he might scare you away if his movements were too agile.

“Even if you can’t be helped, even if you can't change, even if you, I dunno, somehow cause the end of the world-” he trailed off with a light chuckle and that smile you couldn’t help but grin at.

“I will still be here, I will never try to change you, sweetheart. You’re perfect as is. No matter how damaged you say you are, or how many times you point out your flaws; you’re still as beautiful as when I first met you. I’ll still love you as much as I did then, just like I do now, and just like I will in the future.”

His tone was lighter than a feather, almost mirroring his slowed movements. He gently rested the palm of his hand on your cheek, rubbing soothing circles into the centre of your cheekbone. He laid his other hand atop of yours, bringing them together and holding them tight; but not to where it would feel suffocating.

He knew you, he knew how easily moments like these could happen. He didn’t care if you had to take a few days to recover from your overbearing feelings, he’d be there. Be by your side and help you with whatever you needed. And he’d loved you, no matter what your mind would whisper in your ear during lonesome nights.

thanks for reading ヽ(*・ω・)ﾉ  I may post more but I get severe writers block most of the time so forgive me  (ﾒ﹏ﾒ)

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[almostdeath]

I made a promise and I kept it. Here is the one shot. Its relatively small but I really like those boys.

LN!Quackity/Glatt

No actual warnings, alcohol, casino and other adult topics are there but no NSFW. Enjoy!

Good luck kiss

A cacophony of voices could be heard outside the walls of the casino, as a new day has begun or well, it would be more accurate to say that the day in the casino never ends. In the city where the majority of humanities vices are legal, the casino is open 23 hours a day, the hour in which a massive break takes place is the time where the business restokes the storage of beverages and food, emptying the machines of the money that people mindlessly lose with the hopes of luck being on their side. Some processes can be seen as automated as the machines and cash register seem to open on their own without a key needed. Though its not the advanced technology that makes it possible but rather a spiritual power.

Glatt was sitting on the bar stool next to one of the most profitable parts of the establishment, some may argue that the only money spend on the drinks is coming from the ghost himself, but he brushes those jokes aside, as they are way too obvious in his opinion. The ghost was leaning back, sipping on the burning booze that was filling up his glass but had no effect on him, using the free hand to wave around with fingers, manipulating the machines to open and empty themselves out. The days were passing in a routineus manner, not that he could complain, after losing the bet, he was in a rather “Win-win” scenario. He can stay and be his own person, instead of being in the need of bringing his alive version back, he had a place to stay, he had a clear purpose, and he was partially in control of things. It did remind him of Manbergs better days with one, noticeably clear difference. Quackity. The duck hybrid clearly changed. Besides of the obvious scar and a different outfit, he seemed more confident, not as naïve, and gullible, he may still not be the tallest person in a room, but he had the voice of a man, who knows what he wants. It wasn’t aligning with Glatts memories of him but sometimes, he could still see the man that he once married. The short-lived stutter in his voice when the ghost calls him an older pet name, the genuine smile that reaches the ducks eyes when he interacts with the younger members of Las Nevadas, the willingness to accept piles of works. The last part caused the ghost to furrow his eyebrows. He couldn’t remember why there were so many piles and why he simply left them on his VPs desk. It didn’t matter now but the holes in his memories were wearing a rather frustrating character. The man shook his head before his dead, amber eyes caught the glimpse of yellow feathers, when the owner of Las Nevadas let himself fall on the stool next to him.

Glatt let out a low chuckle before causing a bottle of strong beverage to float and pour its own content in another glass, pushing it towards the duck hybrid. Quackity looked at the ghost with his one seeing eye before stretching, putting one of his arms on his elbow, letting out a groan, stretching till there was an audible pop in his spine, causing his feathers to ruffle, puffing out before he relaxed his whole body, slamming his arms on the table and allowing his wings to fold tranquilly on his back., wrapping his fingers around the glass with the amber liquid in it, splashing against the transparent walls. -Rough hour boss?- there was a smirk on Glatts face, emitting a slight mockery as…yes in terms of their deal, Quackity would be his boss but none of them really used that term. The duck hybrid only rolled his one good eye, as the other kept unmoving. -As you can tell. We couldn’t get any lobster, so now three of the main dishes on the menu have to be scratched from it, till we get a delivery, two of the staff called in sick and I had to make a few phone calls to get a replacement, Fundy is complaining about needing a parental leave….he knows that we don’t have that here, right? Nowhere in the contract it says that this would be provided. So…I said that he can bring the kid if he has no nanny on this server.- the owner of the casino took a bigger sip from his drink, letting out a hot sigh and slamming the glass on the table, grimacing from the burning sensation in his mouth and throat, causing the ghost to burst into a laughter, which caused the colourful lights of the various machines to flicker. -Ya know, when I asked, I didn’t really think ya would dump this shit all over me but eh…ya know, my advice would be, buy frozen shit, cheaper and gets less worry….and look, I am no fucking babysitter, the kid is gonna get turned into some coat by the first convict. And speaking about kids. Tell the definitely human one to stop putting his damn goop inside the machines. Do I look like a mechanic or maid to ya? I agreed to run this hole, not clean it- Quackity only shook his head. -I will remind him. And…I don’t remember asking for your advice. Besides, you really think people wont notice me cheaping out?- the ghost only shrugged. -They will be too drunk and greedy to notice anything, pumpkin.- the ram hybrids ear twitched at the raising sound of voices talking behind the door, causing him to smirk. -Yar loyal fans are waiting for ya. Wanna get a good luck kiss, eh?- The ghost rested his head on the open palm of his arm, leaning on the bar counter, having a wide grin on his face. Quackity emptied his own glass, jumping off the stool, causing the heels of his shoes to clack against the floor, straightening his dress-shirt before looking at the ghost in a torn suit, under which was a blue sweater that stayed on him despite them being in a literal desert. He narrowed his eyes before scrunching up his nose and huffing. -I don’t need any luck, Glatt.- turning away and looking around before looking down at the ground, feeling the rows of yellow feather on his neck rise and fluff up, smirking before making an 180 turn on his heels, stepping over to the ghost. -But you definitely need some. After all, I expect great profit from your cooperation.- was uttered before the duck hybrid grabbed the man by one of the horns, pulling him down and uniting their lips in a rather passionate kiss. All light in the casino turned on, seeming like they are about to burn on the light bulbs, the establishment filled up with the noise of machines rapidly playing, slot machines were rapidly changing the pictures, the sound of coins shooting out of the winning sections and the repeated, robotic voice shouting “jackpot” was echoing.

Quackity took a step back, using the back of his palm to clean off his lips before walking off, leaving the ghost at the bar, and throwing one last sentence at him. -Seems like you have won something.-

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[wh0re-in-the0ry]

In my head the J in Jschlatt will always be Jebediah.

#I just remember hearing someone said it as a joke once and I have ran with it ever since. #I remember reading hcs/oneshots for the first time and asking myself who tf was Jay #I just think Jebediah is the funniest option out of all the j names #I guess Johnathan also works but it has to be the long version not just John or else I think of Arbuckle #jschlatt #schlatt #idk if this is a hot take or not

[of-a-chaotic-mind]

JSchlatt Masterlist

Nerf or Nothin' || JSchlatt hosts an epic Nerf battle and ends up facing off against Reader as Team Captains.

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[spookitapes]

jschlatt x reader; exhibition

do not…i repeat, DO NOT tease this man in public. don't be a brat, don't try to be slick, just don't…because if you do he's dragging your ass to wherever he can and fixing that attitude, asap.

─────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────────

schlatt will have you bent over a sink giving you backshots so hard there's gonna be bruises on your hips from ramming into the counter over and over again…and don't even think about covering your mouth or holding back your sounds. he'll have a hand in your hair, yanking your head back towards him so he can get close to your ear. 

"stop holdin back– wanna hear how fuckin pathetic you sound."

by the time your brain stops being fuzzy from the feeling of his facial hair on your neck, he lets go of your hair and there's the sound of his belt being drug thru the loops of his undone pants. when he's got it completely free your arms are being yanked behind you, binding them with the belt so he's got even more control over you. the expensive leather digging into your wrists only fuels the throb between your legs, adding more fog to your brain. he's forcing your back to arch now, slamming into you somehow harder and it's making you spill out all the pretty noises he loves to hear. it adds to his already inflated ego, and your poor pussy pays the price. 

i'm fr warning you bro…mans won't hesitate to pull you out of whatever club your in and press you up against the rough alley wall and have his way. people walk by the alley ?  he's going harder. you complain about the wall being uncomfortable ?  he's pushing you down onto your knees to choke on his cock, hand holding your hair in a makeshift ponytail to control the movements. he's so condescending about it, too…

"if you wanted something down your throat so bad all you had to do was ask, sweet pea." 

schlatt loves when you're bratty at home. he'll play along, fuck with you, fire it back, etc…but he expects you to be his good girl and on your best behavior when you're out with him. nothing less is acceptable.

so blame yourself when you leave your friend's bathroom with shaky legs and fucked up makeup. remember you asked for it when you're putting up groceries with a stinging raw ass and cum dripping down your legs. know there's no one else but yourself to hold accountable when your taking his dick– face smushed to the hood of his car with one hand, and a thumb in your ass with the other. you'll learn your lesson one of these days…and if you don't  ?  schlatt wouldn't mind that too bad, either ;)))

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[cathers-world]

PERV WILBUR

NSFW head cannons?/drabble?

Warnings: pervert will,un wanted nudes,jerking off with out you knowing and things like that

MINORS DNI

Context: y’all are roommates

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I’ve said the with the sims sex mod but Wilbur is a perv 100% if you have him a plush he would cut a hole and fuck it

He would love taking your underwear, maybe flashing you, sending unsolicited dick pics

Jerking off under a blanket when you next to him on the couch, ok ok long shot by likeee if he made food, just a little cum in it

Jerking to a pic of you, if your sleeping using your hand to jerking him off

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That’s it for now🤪

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[simpliao]

Hii! I absolutely love your writing, could you possibly do an imagine of shlatt and the reader waking up in the morning like all fluffy and cute ? Thank you 💗

the world's bullshit can wait ; (irl) schlatt x reader

summary : rainy monday mornings never set the mood to start work, and despite her protests, schlatt is convinced to take the morning to sleep in (and possibly even the whole day off entirely).

info : sweet fluff as requested, mild swearing, sweet nicknames and she/her, afab reader. very short drabble.

a/n : sorry this came a little late ! i do really hope you enjoy, thank you for requesting ! it's kind of different from what you might expect, just cause i already wrote this kind of idea in this oneshot. still hope you enjoyed my interpretation !

Usually she found herself awoken in the mornings to intrusive sunshine and her lover who tended to wake up earlier than her (they both had the bad habit of sleeping in past noon); today was different. The rhythmic pitter patter of heavy rain rung her ears, as she slowly awoke, and in an attempt to sit up she was held down by larger arms wrapped around her smaller figure as if she was some kind of teddy bear. She felt slightly sticky, having been sweating during the night due to the heater that insisted on heavy comforters and being glued to her back the whole night. His soft snores reverberated in her ears, the more she tried to wiggle away the more he tightened his grip.

"Schlatt..." She murmured his name, "it's Monday, I have to start streaming soon." She was known for her weekly morning streams, it was a habit she picked up when streaming late meant that she'd no longer have any more time for sleep. "Mmmmm, a few more minutes..." He snuggled up closer to her, soft whines left her, "cmon, Schlatt... You can keep sleeping, you just have to let me go." "Hmm, how about no?" Her constant wiggling was waking him up too, but the sublime comfort of holding his beloved under the warmth of a heavy comforter was his little slice of heaven. His head snuggled into the back of hers, her scent consuming his senses and mind. "Mmmm, it's your fault you know? You know how much I love this shampoo... Or is it the hair oil?" He loved her, he loved everything about her, and just briefly blinking his eyes open to see cloudy skies gave him no motivation to let her go.

"And besides, weather is bad. That basically a sign from god to not do anything today." A soft snort left the shorter female who laid with crossed arms whilst her lover clung onto her for dear life. "But I have to work." "I'll apologize to your viewers on Twitter for keeping you later, just... Don't leave me." She let out a soft exhale, turning her body to face him instead of away; she was a sucker for when he'd put on his pleading voice. She'd closed her eyes, he moved in closer so his chin could rest upon the top of her head. "I knew I could knock some sense into ya." She attempting to look up at him but due to the lack of space between them, when he looked down all he saw were those large doe eyes he so desperately adored. "Are you even going to fall back asleep?" "Nah, but neither am I going to let you go anytime soon sweetheart." He barely managed to reach his lips far down enough to plant a chaste kiss upon her forehead.

"The world's bullshit can wait, and you know just how much I hate to share. Your viewers can miss out on a day." He chuckled softly, "because if I remember correctly, you're my pretty girl. And this gorgeous girl deserves a break to sleep in with her terribly handsome boyfriend." She hummed softly in agreement, "I suppose if it's only today..." "I'll make sure to make it up to them." And although she doubted that, he'd probably make some vague tweet about her absence. But little did she know Schlatt was very much a man of his word. And when she inevitably fell asleep in the comfort of his arms, Jambo ended up jumping into their bed after waking up himself. It was the perfect.

So he quietly snaked his arm away and reached over to his cellphone that's been sitting at his nightstand. Making sure the stupid ass sound effect the phone made when taking pictures was off, he took a selfie of them all in bed.

Sorry guys she's mine now, no more stream. Family time is important.

The tweet practically went viral considering it attracted her audience and his; Twitter had an absolute field day as shippers rejoiced.

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[sharkbarkinnit]

Hi!! I adore your writing. Do you think we can get Schlatt who’s partner is a ballerina and tommy who’s friend is a ballerina ?

OF COURSE THANK YOU SO MUCH <3

This is Schlatt and Tommy with a ballerina partner/friend!

Schlatt:

As of recent, you spent more time in the dance studio than in your own home. After all you were the lead role in the upcoming show. It was just after your break so you were beginning to get ready to go back to practicing. Lacing up your pointe shoes and making your way back to the stage you heard some whispers and giggles coming from a group of ballerinas already in view of the stage. Not paying any mind you quickly made your way to your place on stage. Danny, your dance partner for this show wasn't able to make it to practice today so you focused on the solo parts you had.

You took your stance, taking in a deep breath and closing your eyes. You imagined the music playing and letting the feeling take over. As if you're body had mastered the choreography, you moved gracefully throughout the stage. Making your last pirouette you stopped facing toward what would soon be the audience. Though you noticed, the seats weren't completely empty, nor was it silent. There in the front row sat your boyfriend, Schlatt, clapping and cheering.

You felt your face heat up at his unexpected visit. You made your way to the edge of the stage him meeting you there. You sat on the edge dangling your feet in front of him to be more at eye level.

"What are you doing here?" you questioned him.

"What? Can't I come support my girlfriend?"

"You can I just thought you were busy today!"

"Well things came up and people had to cancel. Plus I would much rather watch you dance for hours than stare at a screen."

"That if very sweet of you." You smiled at him before giving him a peck on the cheek and getting up.

"Hey, where are you going?"

"Back in position, I'm going to run this a few more times before I head home."

"You mean we?"

"You don't have to stay babe."

"I'm going to anyway."

You laugh quietly at his persistence and went back to position. He didn't lie, you ran through your parts for the next 3 hours and every second of the way he stayed and watched.

Tommy:

10 minutes. You had 10 minutes before you were on stage and you would be lying if you said you weren't freaking out. This was the first recital you had the lead role in. Yes you were super excited but were terrified you would mess it up and on opening night. Through all your panicked thoughts you managed to almost miss your que but you made it on stage in time.

You took your position, closed your eyes and taking a deep breath to calm your nerves. Opening your eyes you heard the music that had been drilled into head so much it was the sound track of your dreams begin. Taking that familiarity and running with it, you took your first step and into your dance.

You started off strong, not tripping over invisible walls or getting dizzy from all the spinning. Half way through the show you began to get tired, maybe all that practicing before show was a bad idea. But no matter how tired you were you had to push through. You wanted this to be perfect.

The music began to speed up indicating that you were going to have to follow suit. This was the part you always struggled with. There were a lot of contradicting movements back to back and you were only nail it once and that was months ago. You grounded yourself and your thoughts before leaping straight into the section of dance.

You were focusing so much on the moves and landings you barely had time to realize you actually made it through and did it right. You kept this concentration for the rest of the recital. Finally after what seemed like forever you found yourself in your final pose and staring straight at the audience.

There was a roar of applause and shouts. The one you could make out the most was of that of your best friend, Tommy. You and the rest of the dances took their final bows and made their way off stage. Once to your locker you changed back into your regular clothes and grabbed your bag.

You walked out from back stage and into the lobby area. It didn't take long for Tommy to find you with your parents in tow.

"Y/N HOLY SHIT THAT WAS AMAZING!" Tommy shouted pulling you into a death grip of a hug.

"Tommy shut up! People are gonna stare!"

"Wow honey! You were absolutely stunning up there!" You hear your mother comment.

"Way to go sport!" Your dad exclaimed.

"Haha. Very funny Dad."

"Ok but for real! You were outstanding dear!"

"Thank you guys!"

"Are you still coming over Y/N? You said you'd teach me how to be a ballerina!"

"No duh! Why do you think I have my bag idiot!"

"Oh I didn't see it..."

"Well you two stay safe, say hi to your mum for me Tom!" Your mom said giving you a quick hug before leaving with your dad.

"Can you teach me how to do that big leap thing? OH AND THE REALLY LONG TWIRL!"

"Sure Tom, but tomorrow I am exhausted..."

Thank you so much for reading and thank you for the request again! :) I hope you liked it! I'm going to be totally honest I know nothing about ballet so I used my limited knowledge that I have gotten from tv and movies! any way! stay safe fishies <3

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