welcome to the chaos

lc!schlatt who perpetually has an insane libido, so he’s always trying to grope and paw at you whenever he gets the chance. if you keep denying him, he’ll start to get whiny, begging for you to spare him even a crumb of attention. “c’mon, please? one quickie won’t hurt, will it...? just one?”

lc!schlatt who periodically steals your panties, giving into his perverted fantasies as he uses them to jack off into while imagining you.

lc!schlatt who barely needs any foreplay before precum is leaking from his pretty tip because any attention from you is enough to get him riled up.

lc!schlatt who tries so incredibly hard to be more dominant while you guys fuck, but would unashamedly be on his knees for you in a second if you asked.

lc!schlatt who eats you out for HIS pleasure!!! he thinks you taste like the sweetest honey. he's ADDICTED, to put it lightly. his hands keep your thighs spread for him as he sloppily laps at your pussy, squeezing your plush skin with every moan and reaction he’s able to elicit from you. the more heightened your reactions become, the more he tries to press his head against you. he just wants to be close. poor boy just wants to make you feel good :(

lc!schlatt who has to clench his jaw to keep from cumming as soon as he slips his cock into you. he’s already so achingly hard, and you’re just so warm and tight and welcoming. how could he not?

lc!schlatt whose favorite positions don't matter as long as he can look at you.

lc!schlatt who loves to praise you in between his own broken moans. “that’s it, baby. fuck. so good, princess.” his words are sparse, because if he doesn’t think about it, he’ll end up cumming too early.

lc!schlatt who can't even hide how close he is to finally hitting his high after a certain point. his eyes screw shut, his jaw falls slack, his thrusting grows more like he's snapping his hips into you in a pathetic attempt to finally release.

lc!schlatt who, post-sex, whips out the stupid pink toy camera and grins, taking a (consensual ofc) photo of you all fucked out. he will also definitely be looking back at this to help next time he snatches your panties lol

"I've got one more gift for you."

"Oh? What is it?"

"Close your eyes and follow me."

Schlatt's eyes flutter shut. You take his hand and guide him to your bedroom, where a cluster of mistletoe is stuck to the top of the doorframe, just barely grazing his hair. Quickly you discard your, his, sweatshirt and fuzzy pajama pants, tossing them aside. You're left wearing a red lacy lingerie set, white fuzz as a trim around the bra and panty set. You walk back to the doorframe as you tell your boyfriend to finally open his eyes.

Schlatt feels your soft hands on his chest as he looks down at you. His eyes darken as he takes notice of how the lingerie accentuates your curves, how the bra leaves naught to the imagination. "Oh... darling..." He bites his bottom lip.

"Look up," you whisper, pointing to the mistletoe. He moves his head slightly to take a look.

"Ah..." His lips curl into a mischievous smile.

"So... do you like it?"

"Oh, dolly..." Schlatt tilts your head up, hand moving to caress your cheek. "This may be my favorite present of 'em all."

He leans down and wraps his arms around you as he smashes his lips onto yours, hands traveling everywhere. He carries you to the bed and tosses you on it before climbing on top of you. You wrap your legs around his middle as he kisses down your neck.

You quickly tug his sweatshirt off, flipping him over and straddling him. His face is red, lips smeared with red lipstick. Without a care in the world, he rips your bra in half, throwing both halves across the room. "God, these fuckin' titties, all fuckin' mine," he mutters, groping and squeezing your breasts. You let out a soft whine of his name, grinding against his hardening cock.

You lean down to kiss his chest, leaving a trail of hickeys as he slowly slides your panties off. He gives your ass a smack and flips you back over. His hands slide down to your thighs and he spreads your legs as he kicks his shorts and boxers off.

"Fuckin' hell, angel, you're soakin'," Schlatt lays on the bed, eye-level with your pussy.

"Baby..."

"Shh. I'm gonna take my time with you. Need'ta savor my present, right?" You nod, whimpering softly. He kisses the inside of your thigh softly before diving right in.

One hand grips the headboard and the other grips his hair as he eats you out, muttonchops chafing against your thighs. He savors your taste, licking and sucking all over. You whimper and whine, pleasure overtaking your entire body as you eventually climax, pulling his hair and screaming his name as you do.

You catch your breath as you come down from your high, Schlatt reaching over to grab a condom from the bedside drawer. He looks down at you and gently strokes your hair. "You are so beautiful."

You giggle, face heating up as you cover your mouth with your hand. Schlatt smiles and kisses your forehead. "C'mere," You help him put the condom on and straddle him, his cock stretching you out. He puts his hands on your hips as you start moving.

"God, baby, love the way you feel 'round me," Schlatt groans. "Good fuckin' girl." You moan his name as you pick up the pace, gripping his shoulder as you get close to your second orgasm. He's also getting close, beginning to thrust up into you and gripping you tighter.

"J, f-fuck... I'm gonna..." your words are cut off as you scream, clenching around him as you come all over his cock.

"Me too, I'm right there..." Schlatt holds you close as he finishes. You lean forward, resting on his chest as you catch your breath. He wraps his arms around you, stroking your back as he also comes down from his high.

"So, was that a good gift?" you ask, smiling bashfully as you rest your head on his chest.

"Yeah. Fucking... yeah," Schlatt kisses the top of your head. "Don't wanna get up... don't wanna go to my parents'."

being a brat to jay was always a fun time, usually being able to get away with it, but tonight he'd have enough.

you hadn't been listening to any rules and you'd been sassing him all day long.

"princess, did you hear what i asked you?" he'd asked. "no, probably just you rambling nonsense." you shrugged. schlatt gritted his teeth and walked over to where you were sitting and grabbed your cheeks in his hands, squeezing enough to make you pout.

Your laughter bubbled as you watched Schlatt's valiant struggle with the gingerbread walls.

“How do you even get yours to stand up?!” Schlatt growls, eyeing your flawless upright gingerbread walls.

"Here, let me help you," you said, gently taking one of his misshapen pieces and expertly securing it in place. "See? Easy."

Schlatt grumbled playfully, "I don't need your charity, Y/N." Yet, his eyes betrayed a hint of gratitude.

Every Christmas, you and Schlatt engaged in a gingerbread house building contest, but this wasn't your typical competition. Instead of relying on store-bought kits, both of you took it up a notch by baking everything from scratch—gingerbread cookies, frosting, and even crafting other desserts for the perfect decorations.

Together, you continued to build your gingerbread havens side by side, the scent of spices and the warmth of the oven creating a festive and romantic atmosphere.

As the houses started to take shape, you couldn't help but notice him stealing glances, exchanging knowing smiles. The kitchen, now adorned with flour-dusted surfaces and the delightful mess of decorating supplies, housed your newly constructed gingerbread houses.

"I swear, you definitely cheated," Schlatt remarked, a teasing smirk playing on his lips.

"Nope, it just takes a certain level of finesse," you playfully remark, adding the finishing touches to your gingerbread masterpiece.

Schlatt eyed your creation with a mix of admiration and mock frustration. Then he glanced at his half collapsed house, smothered in frosting and various candy pieces sticking out.

"Maybe I'll just stick to store-bought next year."

“Come on J, yours looks … Good! Where is your Christmas spirit?

In response, Schlatt dipped his fingers into the bowl of frosting, a devious glint in his eye.

"Oh, I've got holiday spirit right here," he declared, smearing a streak of frosting on your cheek.

Your eyes widened in surprise before erupting into laughter.

"Is that how it is, huh?" you chuckled, retaliating with a gentle flick of frosting onto his nose.

The kitchen turned into a battlefield of sweetness as a frosting fight ensued, laughter echoed through the festive chaos. The two of ran around the counter, taking whatever you could grab as a weapon. You managed to get ahold of the green icing while schlatt held the red.

“Y/n, just put the piping bag down and we’ll call it a draw” Schlatt persuaded, holding the piping bag in one hand as the other reached out for a handshake.

“Deal.” You hesitantly agreed, slowly reaching out your hand.

Before you knew it he had pulled you into his chest and wrapped his arms around you, smearing one last stripe of red frosting across your nose.

“Hey! You said truce!”

“I did! Starting now.” He smirked, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. “You taste like frosting.”

“Maybe because my face is covered in frosting.” You sarcastically remark.

“Don’t worry I’ll clean you up, just stay still.” He says grabbing your face before licking your cheek.

“Did you just LICK me?!” You gag, wiping the saliva off your face.

“Hey, I’m just trying to help!” He says defensively putting his hands in the air.

“Right, you’re so helpful.” You tease, kissing his cheek in return.

you and jay had been dating for a few months now, but you still had yet to meet his family.

until the perfect moment struck; christmas.

you knew he was planning to visit his family back in new york for the holidays, so you simply asked if you could join him. he was over the moon when you asked, happily agreeing.

the flight there was exhausting to say the least, but as soon as you landed you were practically wide awake. you didn’t bother to stop for food, considering jay had told you they already made breakfast.

it was nerve racking, meeting your boyfriends family for the first time wasn’t the easiest. you had to make a good impression, you didn’t want them to hate you.

by the time you arrived you could tell they were heavy into the holidays. the entire house was decked, floor to roof, in decor. lights, gnomes, fake deer, anything you could name.

it brought a slight sense of comfort, especially when you approached the door.

your hand was holding onto jay’s, slightly standing behind him as he knocked. the door was opened by an older lady, who immediately brought him into an embrace and expressed how much she had missed him. she pulled away and saw you, smiling widely before embracing you as well.

“oh, it’s so great to meet you! whenever jay calls he always talks about you.” she laughed as she looked over at him, an embarrassed frown on his face as he scoffed and walked inside the house. “he’s still such a grump.” she mumbled and gestured for you to follow her inside, taking you towards the living room which and even more family.

you were greeted by a young boy running towards your legs, grabbing onto them and screaming. behind him was your boyfriend on all fours, crawling and laughing like a maniac.

“uncle jay is gonna eat me!” you couldn’t help but giggle, leaning down to lift up the little boy and hold him securely. “don’t worry, i’ll protect you from the bad bad man.” you spoke in a joking tone, quickly rushing past jay on the floor and into the living room.

the young boy laughed loudly at your actions, especially when you threw him on the couch and frantically covered him in blankets, saying you were making him a safe space.

right on your heels was jay, metaphorically and literally. as he stood up he reached for your waist, dipping you back dramatically, earning a tiny yelp from your mouth.

he smiled and placed a kiss on your forehead, standing you up straight before sitting down and pulling you onto his lap.

his entire family was staring by now, but not in a disgusted or confused way, rather a look of awe.

you shrugged it off, leaning into his touch and gently placing with the loose hair poking out from under his hat.

everyone sat gathered around the table, you and jay next to each other, and his hand on your thigh.

the food was amazing of course, sending your compliments towards his mother whenever she asked.

the young boy from earlier, who you found was named nathan, was talking to you about dinosaurs and trains. it was honestly adorable, and you had made some comments on your own opinions, mostly agreeing how cool they were.

you could feel jay’s soft gaze on you, a small smile on his lips as he admired you. in that very moment he was pretty sure he wanted you to be the mother of his kids.

his entire family seemed to love you already, the conversations flowed amazingly with you, the topics were one you were extremely familiar with, and they laughed at all your jokes.

by the time you were meant to leave, his mom offered up the guest bedroom for you guys, to which you didn’t decline.

as you sat on the bed scrolling on your phone, jay getting dressed just a few feet in front of you, you heard him mumble something.

“what was that?” you looked up with a raised brow, watching as he smiled and walked towards you, his hands finding their way on your waist as he kissed you softly for a moment.

you're in tears when you call schlatt. you beg him to come and pick you up and keep you company because you can't be alone. not tonight.

you haven't been able to see schlatt at all during your week off from work due to circumstances beyond your control. you were strong and a good daughter and granddaughter. but you just needed a break from it all.

schlatt comes by immediately and brings you back to his place, stroking your hair and putting on some of your favorite songs as he drives back. he's so proud of you for being so strong. he vows to pamper you as soon as you're back at his.

all you want is him. all you want is to feel his body against yours. and he grants your wish when you go through the door.

clothes are discarded, making a trail to schlatt's bedroom. he's got his hands on your breasts, playing with them as he trails kisses down your neck and chest. your soft moans are like music to his ears.

all you need is to feel him inside you. you beg for his cock and he wastes no time tearing open a condom and sliding inside you. he holds you close as he pounds into you. your nails dig into his back as you whine his name, clenching around him as you feel your release.

"that-a girl, come around my cock. you're so beautiful, princess." he groans before coming inside you.