#schlatt reader

You hum along with the record playing in the background as you make lunch for your family. Your father and brother both watching a cartoon intently on the living room television, your father arguably enjoying it more than your younger brother. You look over at the two, your brother sitting on your father’s lap, eyes wide and mouth slightly open as he watches the cartoon in awe. Your father has one of his arms around your brother, his other hand holding up his head as he keeps his eyes on the TV.

You finish swiping the butter knife coated with jelly across the piece of bread, folding it closed and setting the sandwich to the side. Placing the dirty knife in the sink, you grab the three sandwiches you had made, and making your way over to the two. You sit down on the old green sofa, patches of cloths scattered across the fabric to cover up holes from years of use.

You sigh happily as you lay across the sofa, your dad looking over from his spot next to you. You hold up two of the sandwiches, handing them both to him, which he happily takes. “The peanut-butter and jelly one is for Tubs,” you say, taking a bite out of your own sandwich as your eyes cast to the show playing. You hear him let out a soft laugh, “what happens if I eat it?” You look over at him, a mischievous grin on his face. Tubbo’s attention breaks away from the TV to his dad, holding the sandwich too high above his head.

Your little brother makes grabby hands as your dad laughs at his actions. “Dad, if he cries, you gotta deal with him.” He feigns a look of betrayal, hand held dramatically over his forehead. “Y/n, my flesh and blood, how could you do this to me!” You snort as you laugh, your father joining in at his own actions. Tubbo whines, moving himself to try to reach his lunch. “Sam’wich.”

Your dad groans playfully, begrudgingly giving up the food to his youngest child. Tubbo hungrily takes several bites, leading both you and Schlatt to make sure he doesn’t choke. “Bubs! Slow down!” Schlatt gives and awkward laugh as Tubbo finishes his bites, eating at a much slower pace. He runs his hands through the boy’s brown locks of hair, surprised when he feels two bumps under them.

“Holy shit!” Your eyes widen as you glare at your father, “dad! Tubs is right there!” He pays no attention to your remark as he moves his son’s hair aside, staring adoringly at the sight of the two horns sprouting from his head. “He’s startin’ to grow his horns, Y/n!”

That makes your eyes widen, a smile making its way onto your face as you scoot over to see better. You rest your head against your father’s arm, taking a peek at the two light brown numbs on the top of his head. Tubbo pays no mind to the both of your antics, much more entertained by the cat and mouse on the screen a few feet away.

You laugh happily as your dad runs his hand over them happily, ruffling up your brother’s hair. “I don’t remember you being this excited over my horns, dad,” you remark, taking another bite out of your sandwich as your dad’s brows furrow. You laugh as he tries to come up with an excuse for himself.

“Well, uhm, you were like 5, Y/n, how would you remember?” You shrug your shoulders, smiling as you subconsciously trace your finger over your own horns. They were much smaller compared to your dad’s, but still beautiful and just as impressive. “Besides, we’ve been waiting on Tubs to grow his horns for months, and what kind of dad would I be if I wasn’t excited!”

You chuckle, “sure dad, sureeee.” He had a point, Tubbo should have started to grow his horns months ago, so you guessed you could let him slide this once. As you finished your sandwich, and your dad started in on his, you remembered something. “Oh, dad,” you called, turning your head towards him as he took a bute out of his lunch, mumbling a ‘huh’ as he chewed.

“I was wondering if me and Tubs could go over to Mr. Minecraft’s house tomorrow and see the boys?” His eyes widened, “Tommy’s dad, right?” You nodded. You only ever saw your friends Wilbur and Techno at school, and since Tommy and Tubbo were best friends, it seemed like the perfect plan.

He contemplated it for a moment as he moved Tubbo of his lap, getting up to go wash his hands. He wanted to talk to another parent about raising you two, seeing as he was struggling with the whole ‘single dad’ situation. “That’s fine, I’ll come with you guys too.”

You pumped the air with your fists excitedly, getting off the couch and giving your dad a hug from behind as you mumbled a few thousand thank you’s to him. In response, he chuckled, patting your hands. “Yeah, yeah, sure thing.”

“I love you dad” “Love you too, kiddo”

When you both reached home, Schlatt slammed the front door behind him causing you to jump, “On the couch.” He demanded, staring you down. “H-hey, I was just messing around...” You stammered, fluttering your eyelashes to appear innocent. “Do I need to repeat myself?” He let out a low growl, “No Sir.” You began to make your way to the couch and sat down, meeting his gaze. “Now, Doll, Did you really think that flirting with the waiter was acceptable. I wonder if I wasn’t there. Would you have let him fuck your perfect pussy, let him take what’s mine?” He taunted, with an evil smirk on his face. He knew you wouldn’t have let anyone do that, but watching you deny and ramble about it was too cute to pass up. “No, No. Schlatt I’d never-I only love you. I only want you-I-“

“On your knees Princess.” You stood up from the couch and kneeled in front of him a bit too quickly. “Awe, is the whore that desperate for my cock?” He cooed, stroking your hair then grabbing a chunk of it and pulling on it. You let out a low hiss before pulling his pants down along with his boxers. You placed your hands on the base and began licking the tip, then took him in your mouth. You could hear low groans from him and he gripped your hair and began thrusting in and out of your mouth. You felt your eyes tearing up, and your throat burning. “God-ngh-you look so pretty when you cry-“ he groaned as he continued fucking your throat. He let out one final thrust and came, “you better fucking swallow, whore.” You listened to him and swallowed despite your throat burning. Then pain only turned you on more, subconsciously you rubbed your thighs against each other. “You’re such a fucking slut, getting off on me using you like a personal flesh light.” Your face flushed a scarlet red.

You began to get up and head to the bathroom, “such a naive little bitch. Did you really think your punishment was over? Go to the bed.” You gulped, wondering what he was going to do to you. You walked into the bedroom and got on the bed. He walked in, “Ass up.” He muttered, you got into a doggy style position, then felt a harsh slap on your ass earning him a moan, “Tch. Can’t even punish you without your slutty body finding plea-...” you turned your head to face him alarmed with his sudden silence, only to see a wicked smirk and you could see the gears turning. “Stay in that position doll.” He laughed a bit, then walked towards his bedside drawer. You watched him take out a bullet vibrator. “Are you going to over stim me?” You asked meekly,

“Oh you wish I would.” His voice was low. He walked back towards you and turned the vibrator on putting it on your clit. “You won’t cum until I tell you to, if do cum you won’t cum for months. I’ll just use you as a cum dump leaving you unsatisfied. Do you want that?” He asked, you shook your head vigorously. “Then tell me when you’re going to cum.” You felt the pleasure growing and you let out a whine, “C-cumming” just as you felt bliss coming over you the vibrator was removed. This kept repeating for what felt like forever but it was only 40 minutes.

“Please please! Sir! Let me cum! I’ll never flirt with anyone I promise! I’m yours! Only yours!” You begged, tears dripping down your face, and thighs shaking. “You’re so pretty when you beg...” He loved the sight in front of him. His sweet smart little girlfriend turned into a begging mess. “Of course you’re mine. I’ll let you cum, sweet girl.” He smiled down at you slightly. Yeah, he was a dick to a lot of people but he loved you so much. He’d sacrifice everything for you.

“Lay on your back, Princess” You were happy to lay on your back for the first time in 40 minutes. He stuck a couple fingers in you and worked on stretching you out, when he was finished prepping you he thrusted in abruptly causing your head to throw back on the pillow. He started out slow but then began to thrust roughly, “Open your mouth” , then he spat in your mouth “Swallow b-ngh you’re so fucking right for a whore...” he groaned. A couple thrusts later you felt heat pool in your lower abdomen. Your vision blurred and your eyes teared up, then you came. “Fuck. You’re so hot.” He groaned resting his forehead on yours. “I know you have one more in there for me.”

Bonus;

He grabbed a warm cloth and wiped off the sweat and cum from your body. “You did so well, my perfect girl.” He kissed your forehead. “I’m gonna get you some water, don’t worry.” He left the room and returned with water. “Was I too rough?” He asked concerned, “No, don’t worry it was great.” You muttered, a sleepy smile on your face. “I love you Schlatt...” “I love you too, now just rest.”