I Just Finished A Particularly Long Schlatt Fic On Ao3. 18 Chapters. 35k Words.

fucking schlatt after his work out?!

Cardio Crush

I'm so sorry this took months to complete. I've been in a writing slump for a while, but this is helping me get my motivation back! Oh and this is SPICYYY get ready y’all!!

Word Count: 4.1k

MDNI and 18+, obviously!! Fem/afab reader. I hope my fellow Schluts enjoy!!

Schlatt bursts through the front door, ripping your attention away from your doom scrolling on the couch. He bends over and leans his hands on his knees, panting for dear life as he tries to settle his breathing. Whatever Tiktok was playing on your phone was long forgotten as you watched him in amusement. 

“Damn, did you just get back from the pool?” You chuckle, poking fun at him. “You're drenched.”

“Fuck…you.” He heaves, a small smirk playing on his lips as he glances up at you. 

Schlatt mentioned that he wanted to get back in shape for a while. It took a bit of encouragement on your part, but he finally started running a couple weeks ago. He even told his viewers on stream, so now he had to follow through with his plans and “twinkify” himself again (his words, not yours).

You’re glad that Schlatt’s being more mindful about his health. Sure, you absolutely loved his body to bits, but you could tell that his weight was making him frustrated. Over the past couple years, he's complained about feeling sluggish and worn down. The countless nights spent drinking and eating junk food weren’t doing him any favors, but he's finally turned a new leaf and decided to make a change. You were seeing a whole new side of him that's happier, fuller, more alive. And it’s only been two weeks. Plus, you’d be lying if you said he wasn’t getting hotter the more he exercised.

“Ow.” He winces, doubling over and clutching his ribs. “Running is fuckin’ hard.”

“No, duh.” You laugh. “How long did you run for, baby?” You toss your phone aside and turn to face him. 

“About two miles. Worst fuckin' time of my life, I'll tell ya.” 

You half heartedly chuckle as you stare at him for a little too long. His face glistens with sweat as he stands back up and walks to the kitchen, grabbing a cup of water and sifting through the fridge. Your heart skips a beat as you tentatively watch his chest rise and fall.

“Well, at least it's better than the half mile you ran last week.” You snicker. Schlatt sticks his middle finger at you from inside of the fridge, still searching for something to eat. You could tell his face sported a nasty glare, making you laugh even harder. 

“Do you feel any better exercising?” you ask seriously.

“No.” Schlatt deadpans, taking out a container of hummus and a bag of chips. 

You knew that was a lie. 

He raises his eyebrows as he takes a bite. “But this right here is makin’ it all worth it. This shit is amazing. We should get more.” He exclaims, holding the hummus up to observe the label. He smacks his lips emphatically as he scoops some more into his mouth.

“Wow, I’m really surprised.” You remark sarcastically. “I’d never thought I’d see the day when Schlatt eats vegetables.”

“Go fuck yourself.” He shoots back, talking around the food in his mouth. “I actually like this, alright? Do you want me to throw this at you?”

“No…” You murmur with a slight grin, huffing and resting your chin on your hand. You couldn’t help but feel your face heat up when he dips his head back down to take another bite, admiring  how his brown curls unstick from his forehead and fall into his face. 

You let out a small chuckle, your eyes narrowing on his mouth as you unconsciously lick your lips. Thank god he’s too invested in his snack to notice. 

The thought of Schlatt walking around all buff and broad made your mind spin. You imagined him a little slimmer, his waist taught, his core strong, his arms bulging. You thought of all the ways he could manhandle you the fitter he became. Your fantasies were beginning to light a fire deep inside your core, quickening your breath and making your hands all sweaty. You didn't know if you could even look at Schlatt without melting in front of him.

Schlatt looks up and catches you staring. He notices your pupils are all wide and glazed over, and he breaks out into a sly grin. He knows that look all too well.

“What are you thinkin’ about in that pretty head of yours, toots?” He chuckles, narrowing his eyes in curiosity. He dips another chip into the hummus and tosses it into his mouth.

You quickly shake your head and blush, stuttering out a laugh. “I'm just… so proud of you. Your work will pay off soon, bubba. I just know it.” 

“Mm-hmm. Sure.” He exhales through his nose, seeing straight through your little lie. He walks around the kitchen counter towards you, hummus and chip bag in hand.

“Thanks, anyways.” He beams, a touch of sincerity in his voice. He dips another chip into the hummus and holds it out to you. “Here. Open.” 

You open your mouth and close your eyes, making a little ahhh sound. You expect to feel the smooth texture of hummus on your tongue, but instead, you hear crunching. You shoot open your eyes to see Schlatt laughing through muffled chews. 

“Hey. Not nice, big guy! That was mine!” you whine.

“What?” He boasts, his eyes flicking between your scouring eyes and pouty lips. You were too cute when you got angry. He sighs and grabs another chip from the bag under his arm. “Fine. I'll try again, toots.” 

He gingerly holds it in front of your face, slowly inching it towards you. This time, you keep your eyes open and try to catch it with your teeth, but he pulls away again and it disappears into his mouth. Just like that. The sound of crunching made your face run hot.

“Sorry doll. My hand just slipped.” He chuckles, wiggling his free hand and chewing with an even bigger smirk than before. 

You huff and roll your eyes. “Baby, c'mon. You look so fucking hot right now. So if you’re smart, I suggest you let me have a chip, like, right now.” 

He swallows and listens carefully, scowling. “Hm.” Schlatt glances up at the ceiling, pretending to think about it. “And what if I don't? What are you gonna do ‘bout it?” He puffs up his chest, the right side of his mouth forming a smirk. 

Goddammit. He knows he’s winning. You had to think of something quick.

“No kisses for a week.” You reply on the beat, turning your nose up and standing taller to match his posture.

He raises his eyebrows and stares at you in disbelief, slouching a bit. “No fucking shot. You can’t be serious.” 

You squint your eyes and giggle, enjoying this newfound power you have over him. “Way serious.”

Schlatt shakes his head, begrudgingly handing you a chip before strolling to the kitchen and leaning against the counter. 

“Ugh. C'mon, doll.” He hangs his head in defeat, facing away from you. He throws the snack contents in front of him. “You just get anything you want when I'm around, don't you?” he whines from over his shoulder, feigning hurt.

You roll your eyes and snicker, finishing your bite and walking behind him to wrap your arms around his neck. You stand up on your tippy toes to hug him, scratching your fingernails across his broad chest. 

“It's ‘cause you love me, you dork.” You giggle, leaning your cheek against his shoulder blades. 

You feel him inhale and straighten his back as your hands graze him softly. The sweat from his back seeps through the front of your shirt, momentarily taking the air out of your lungs. 

“Mmmm. Yeah, I do.” He purrs, turning his head to glance over at you. “You're right. I should have been nicer to ya. That hummus is really fucking good.” 

He shifts his weight and turns around. You let go of him and step back as he leans his hands back against the counter with a smile. His eyes are heavy on you, noting all the little details and features of your flushed face.

“It seems like you're still mad at me, though.” Schlatt lowers his voice. He’s caught on to your little game, eyeing you up and down. ”How can I make it up to ya, toots?” he hums, his smooth, raspy voice running shivers down your spine.

Oh god. He was absolutely gorgeous. His odor had that slight tinge of sweetness that you just couldn't shake, and he was glowing. Literally glowing. You adored the even rise and fall of his chest, his skin shining under the kitchen light, his shirt darkening with sweat. And that devilish smirk wasn't helping with the growing heat building in between your legs, either.

“Hmmm. Well…” you tease, unable to contain yourself as you slowly run a hand up and down his stomach. “I can think of a couple things.” You feel his abs tense up from your touch, making you blush hard. 

He chuckles and grabs your waist firmly. You tug at the hem of his shirt, staring into his eyes for approval. He nods with a sultry smirk. You take off his wet shirt, throw it on the couch and continue your hungry exploration.

Schlatt chuckles again, squeezing at your sides and pulling you into him. You feel his dick twitch against your stomach, sending bolts of electricity through you.

“Baby,” he whispers in your ear, breathing on your neck and raising goosebumps on your skin. “You know I'm so gross right now. I don't think we should-”

“Just shut up and let me love you. Okay?” You hiss, racing your hands over his slick chest and planting firm kisses on his neck. He moans and leans back on the counter, craning his neck to the side so you can get a better angle.

“If you insist, toots. But god, you're such a fuckin’ tease.” He murmurs, smiling and straining out a grunt from your tongue licking up his neck. He inches his hands up your back, raising your shirt up. Schlatt felt the warm skin on your stomach press into his waist, and it drove him absolutely insane. 

You laugh through your nose and mumble, “Who's the one teasing now? Someone wouldn't let me have my snack earlier.” 

“Oh, enough of that.” He retorts, “We both know your snack is right here, missy.” He promptly groans as your teeth sink into his flesh from that remark. Yeah, he deserved that one. But your brattiness only made him harder. 

He whimpers at your bites, making you chuckle. 

“That's what I thought. Now come to bed with me.” you demand.

All Schlatt can do is nod, his gaze clouded with lust. He follows you into the bedroom like a lost puppy, licking his lips and diving his hands into his pockets. He watches you crawl onto the bed.

Just as he's about to join you, he stops in his tracks. “Wait, doll. We need a towel, remember?” He asks quietly, not wanting to ruin the moment. You whip your head around to see him frown. His chest was still covered in sweat, and you remember now why he asked. He'll cum anywhere on the sheets, but when it comes to workout sweat? No fucking way he'd let that slide. It was just one of his quirks that mildly annoyed you, but Schlatt always insisted on this, and of course, he always had his way.

You roll your eyes and chuckle, practically running to the bathroom to grab a towel, quickly smoothing it down on the bed and intertwining your hands behind your back. You look up at Schlatt all pretty for him, swaying side to side and batting your eyelashes from the opposite end of the bed. “Better?” you ask, hoping the thin layer of cotton would suffice. 

“Much better.” He chuckles darkly and eyes you from across the bed, running a hand over his face and dragging his thumb over his bottom lip. 

“Is my girl trying to seduce me?” He growls, striding over to you and wrapping his big hands around your waist again. 

You giggle and throw your arms around his neck, peppering sloppy kisses all over his cheeks and licking the salty sweat from his chops. “Maybe.” Your face heats up as Schlatt’s hands wander over your ass. He gives your cheeks a light squeeze, making you yelp and rock onto your tippy toes.

Your stomach does a flip when his dick strains into you through his shorts, begging for any sort of relief.

“You're gonna kill me with that pretty mouth of yours, toots.” He hums, his throat vibrating out a low groan. 

“Oh yeah?”

“Mhmm. Fuck, angel.” He sighs heavily when you bite his collarbone. Your teeth are threatening to break his skin, but it doesn't hurt him. Oh no, far from it. With each graze of your teeth, he grips your hips tighter and pulls you flesh against his growing arousal.

Your whimper is cut off by Schlatt shoving you onto the bed. You land on the towel with a soft thump, gasping from surprise. Schlatt climbs over you, pinning your arms by your sides and trapping you beneath his broad shoulders. 

His lips find your neck this time. You gasp his name and arch your back into his body. 

“Fuck..” you whine, grinding your hips into his. “You like that, baby?” He grumbles, digging your hips down into the mattress and mumbling into the soft spot on your neck. 

“Please fuck me, Schlatt. Please.” You beg, unable to hold back anymore. You can't take it. You needed him now. 

He chuckled at your bluntness, raising his head to look at you. “Patience, sweetheart.” 

He works on your neck feverishly, biting and licking while he lifts your shirt. He briefly detaches from you to discard it and quickly dives his tongue back into your chest. His hands dance across your breasts, roughly kneading the soft mounds of flesh like his life depended on it. 

“Fuuckkk, Schlatt…” you whine, desperately rutting into him and bucking against his hard cock. You snake your hands through his hair, abruptly laughing when he sucks at the ticklish spot on your chest. 

“Am I makin’ you feel good, toots?” he asks as he sucks at your nipple. You nod and card your fingers through his locks, tightening your grip when you feel his teeth scrape. 

“My Superman.” You tease, peering down at the top of his head. He pops your nipple from his mouth and rests his chin on your boob to look up at you. 

“What was that?” 

“I said you're my Superman.” 

“Huh. I think I'm more of a Wolverine type.”

“Is that ‘cause you have his chops?” You laugh, playing with his hair. His big brown eyes sear into your skin.

“No. It's because he has fuckin’ knives for hands.” He says sarcastically, chuckling. He suddenly thrusts his hips into your cunt, eliciting a deep moan from you. He leans forward to kiss you. You deepen the kiss and shove your tongue into his mouth.

Schlatt kisses you some more and breaks away with a smile, bringing some of your saliva up with him. “I look better in yellow, anyway.” he whispers.

He knows he had you right where he wanted when you burst into laughter. You grip onto his hair to try and contain yourself. He tightens his grip on your waist, digging his nails into your flesh with his erection pulsing deep into your core. 

“Wait, wait, baby!” You wheeze, overstimulated with glee and arousal. You kick your feet in protest. “You're so mean!” Your chuckles turn into moans and whimpers as he sits up on his knees, gripping your squabbling legs, spreading your thighs over his and rolling into you. He smirks as he holds you firmly in place. 

“I thought you said you wanted this dick now, hmm?” He mocks, smirking at your squirming. 

You nod through gritted teeth, feeling the familiar pressure build up in your stomach. 

“God, you really are a slut for me.” He grunts, grabbing your tits again and kneading them in his hands. “We haven't even started. How're you gonna last?” 

“It's your fault for… for teasing me, you dumbass.” You quip. Schlatt barks out a laugh, stopping his movements and scooting back a bit. 

“Well, let's change that then, shall we?” He throws your leg over his head and to the side.

You quickly take off your pants and underwear. Schlatt laughs at your eagerness. “Impatient much, doll?”

“Baby.” You say sternly, grabbing onto his forearm for emphasis. “I've been wanting to fuck you since you got home.”

He chuckles, cocking an eyebrow and smirking as he starts to unzip his shorts. “Is that so?” 

You nod eagerly, licking your lips as Schlatt slowly and painstakingly pulls his zipper down, unfolding the flaps one at a time. God, is he serious? Torturing you like this? 

“Oh, for fucks sake!” you scoff, scooting back and yanking his shorts down in one swift motion.

You shift your position and kiss his hard cock through his boxers. It twitches on your lips and you swear your brain short circuits. 

Schlatt moans and bucks his hips into your face, carding through your hair as he feels your tongue graze his tip. “Shit, sweetheart. Guess I need to tease you more often.” He lets out a low groan and watches you in awe, licking and biting desperately at his cock. 

“Need your dick now. Please, baby?” You beg through strained whimpers and groans, barely sounding coherent while licking his boxers.

Schlatt just nods, giving you the green light to tug his boxers down and grab his cock. You vigorously pump him, grateful to finally feel him in your hand. 

Schlatt moans loudly and tugs on your hair, throwing his head back in bliss. You circle your tongue around his tip, making his hips buck into your mouth. “Holy - haahhh - holy shit. I needed this, angel.” Your laugh muffles into him as you take more of him in your mouth, stroking the rest of whatever you couldn't fit.

This continues for a while - Jay’s hand tangled in your hair, his hips meeting your face, his unholy noises harmonizing with yours. You wanted him to cum in your mouth so badly, to taste him, but eventually he pushes you back and lays you down. “Sorry.” He sighs. “Didn’t wanna cum before you did.” He climbs up your body and spreads your legs apart.

You smile fondly, briefly appreciating his courtesy before his thick fingers come down to meet your clit. You gasp and raise your hips in the air. “Fuck, baby. That feels so good.” You whimper.

“Yeah, doll?” 

You nod eagerly. Jay smirks and whispers in your ear, “You’re doing so good.”

“Faster, please.” You beg, your grip on his shoulders tightening as you feel his fingers speed up.

“So good for me.” he repeats.

You couldn’t help but moan at his sweet words, gyrating your hips into his thigh as he presses himself into the mattress.

Your orgasm is building quickly. You scream and whine into his shoulder, feeling the pleasure envelop you as Schlatt works you through it. 

“That’s it, doll. Let go for me.” Schlatt pants in your ear, keeping up the pace on your sensitive clit. 

It hits you all at once. Your body convulses and squirms into him. Jay’s digits slow down as you ride out your high and your breathing returns to normal. He carefully lays you down, kissing your temple and grinning into your cheek. 

“All fucked out for me, doll, huh?” He whispers, his tone light and teasing. He lifts his head to peer down at you, fully expecting you to call it quits. 

But there’s a new spark in your eyes. He’s caught off guard as you regain your composure and huff, grinning up at him like a madwoman.

“Not yet.” You push him onto his back, throwing your leg over his waist and positioning yourself on top of him. Schlatt grabs your hips and tucks his bottom lip between his teeth. He loves it when you take charge, making him feel small under you. It really did something to him. 

That much was evident with how hard his cock was pressing against your stomach, leaking precum onto your belly button.

“Fuck, angel.” Schlatt whimpers, watching you flip your hair to the side and press his dick into your stomach. He squeezes your hips, aching to be inside you. “Need you so bad.”

“So impatient for me, hun.” You tease, mocking him for earlier and gingerly sliding your hand up and down his cock, pressing it into your soft stomach. 

Schlatt groans and lifts his hips slightly, desperately trying to get any sort of friction as he squeezes his eyes shut. “Please, baby. Just fuckin’ ride me already.” he whimpers.

You sigh and lean forward, placing your hands above his shoulders and lifting up on all fours. Schlatt slides his hands to your hips, lining up his tip with your entrance. You kiss him softly, slowly, feeling a moan escape his lips and slide into your mouth. You smile wickedly as Schlatt tries to lower you down onto him. You pull back from his lips, tisking at his disobedience. 

“Nuh, uh. Did I tell you to move me?” You ask bitterly, your harsh voice ringing through his ears. Schlatt stops in his tracks. 

His eyes shoot open. A flicker of fear scatters across his face. 

“Answer me.” you order.

He swallows, his Adam's apple bobbing beneath you. “No, ma’am.” His voice comes out strained, hesitant. You sigh again, staring at him disapprovingly. You ghost your lips past his cheek and bite down hard on his earlobe. Schlatt whines and hisses. “Fuck! Shit!” he curses, his breath escaping in huffs and grunts.

Maybe that was a bit too far. 

You kiss his neck softly to say sorry. “You can lower me now, baby.”

With that, Schlatt sighs shakily, easing you down onto his cock and groaning. He fills you up perfectly. You squeal into his neck, savoring the feeling of his warm cock pulsing inside of you, the tip barely kissing your cervix.

When your hips meet, he rubs your back softly, dragging his fingers along your spine. “Can I move, doll?” He asks, his voice quiet. 

You felt so full, so good, so happy. Your dominance instantly disappears at his question. 

“Please, love. Go ahead.”

He smirks and begins pounding into you, squeezing your hips tighter with each thrust. 

You whine and moan, your voice getting louder and louder as his rhythm quickly falters. Your pussy flutters wildly, hips jostling above him with the force of his penetration, only adding to the pleasure coursing through your veins. 

“Schlatt, I’m gonna - “ You choke out, feeling your second orgasm building faster than before.

“Cum with me, toots.” He pants, reaching up to hold the back of your head. 

You silently scream and arch your back, meshing your hips with his. Schlatt thrusts one last time into you, feeling your cunt squeeze around him and release your juices all over his cock. He pulses inside you and releases his own load, squirting his hot cum into you and holding you as close as he can. 

“Shit, fuck, holy shit.” He curses, tightening his grip in your hair as his body shakes and he releases every last drop. He holds you and drags his fingers through your hair, easing back into the mattress. 

Schlatt coaxes you through your high, squeezing you and trailing his hands over your body lightly. “Shhh, angel. There you go.” He whispers, letting you relax into him. He smiles tiredly and plants soft kisses to your head, whispering sweet nothings into your hair. 

“You did so good for me.”

“You’re so gorgeous.”

“That’s it, pretty. Just breathe.”

A couple minutes pass and you both settle down, a beautiful mess of tangled limbs and sweaty bodies. Schlatt clears his throat and lightly squeezes your waist, signaling you to move. You slide off of him with a groan, resting your head on the pillow. Sleep threatens to overtake you as Schlatt carefully slips out of bed, not wanting to disturb your peace. Your body goes limp on the mattress. Everything feels heavy as gravity sinks you down further into the bed sheets.

“Gonna go shower, angel.” Schlatt whispers, hovering over you and kissing your cheek. You murmur a quiet “m’kay” and sleepily watch him shuffle to the bathroom, smiling to yourself as you watch his ass jiggle and disappear behind the bathroom door. The last thing you hear is the rush of water hitting the tile floor. In the midst of your deep sleep, you dream of Wolverine Schlatt saving you from the forces of evil.

Tagging (albeit late) @the-slimebox @lettersfromharley

FREE SCHLATT X READER PROMPT

This popped into my brain while watching this schlatt and co video!! (btw can we appreciate how beautiful he looks in this??)

Prompt: you were on vacation in Japan with a couple friends, drinking and having a good time, when all of a sudden, you spot a blue coin pouch on the streets of Tokyo. You pick it up and inspect the outside, only to realize that it's.... woah, wait. It can't be.

It's Jschlatt's wallet. You whip out your phone and skim through his Japan vlogs, just to be sure.

Yep. It's totally his.

You DM him a pic of the wallet on Instagram and mention that you're in Japan, providing him your current location. You weren't sure if he would even respond, given how popular he is. But much to your dismay, he does. And under a minute, at that.

Thank fucking god. He texts. I'm on my way.

Schlatt then meets up with you and thanks you by buying you a drink.

I leave the rest up to whoever wants to write this!

Started writing it today. 🫡 I have about 3-4 parts planned and there's just so much angst omg.

Thinking about cowboy!schlatt. May need to let the brain worms take over and write it.

This is the reader I'll be using for the series idea I mentioned in this post!

Alice - tattooed!reader

Alice makes vlogs with her twin brother, Mason, and their best friend, Astra.

Alice has tattoos littering her arms and is constantly at the gym. You’ll find her in a crop top, biker shorts, and her AirPods in. Outside of the gym, she loves a good bomber or leather jacket on top of a tank top. Her go-to pair of shoes is her beat-up pair of Doc Martens.

Alice who gets thirsted over online by her fans. She tries not to let it get to her head, but she can’t help it. She knows she’s hot.

Alice who lives in LA despite absolutely hating it there. She only moved there because Mason and Astra wanted to. She would much rather be living in their old midwestern hometown.

Alice who pretends not to care, but always notices when something’s off. She doesn’t flinch if someone yells, but will completely unravel if someone she loves cries.

Alice who, despite her rough exterior, is genuinely one of the nicest people you will ever meet. She can be sarcastically mean to you in one moment and then super sweet the next.

Alice who loves driving at night with the windows down and music loud enough to drown out her brain. She has exactly one playlist for lifting, one for crying, and one for when she feels like the hottest person alive.

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Need him so bad 🫦

I'm not going to lie, I love writing long fics. I cannot for the life of me write one-shots. They always turn into longer fics. I wish I could write one-shots, but I physically cannot.

Really liked the cowboy au!!

AAHHH TYSM!!!

Almost, Maybe

Summary: Fem!reader x teen!Schlatt. You’ve had a crush on Jay since you were twelve, unsure if he feels the same. Inspired by The Summer I Turned Pretty. 

Part 1 ❀✮ | Part 2 ❀✮ | Part 3 ❀✮

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COWBOY SCHLATT SMUT IS HERE 🙏

Big Bad John [Part 3] - Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy

1,487 words Summary: Cowboy!Schlatt x original character. What the title says. NSFW / MDNI A/N: The smut took me forever to write. I’m no good at smut so if it’s bad, I’m sorry.

[Part 1] [Part 2]

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“And I was going, just about as far as she'd let me go

But her evaluation of my cowboy reputation

Had me begging for salvation all night long”

“Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy” by Big & Rich

Dollie lays in her bed, staring at the ceiling. The scene of John kissing her replays in her head. 

After the kiss, their conversation continued a bit before John called it a night and they returned to their rooms.

She's restless, constantly shifting positions to get comfortable, but to no avail. 

Finally, she gets up and goes into the hallway. A soft light coming from the kitchen casts shadows on the walls. Dollie turns the corner to see John sitting at her kitchen table, drinking out of a glass of water. 

“Couldn't sleep?” John asks as Dollie enters the room. 

“No,” Dollie says. “Kept tossin’ and turnin’. You?”

“Same,” John says. 

Dollie crosses over to her cabinets to grab a cup and fill it with water. She turns around to look at John as she leans against the counter. 

The two are silent for a moment. The tension of their kiss from earlier still twists in the air. She can still feel his lips on hers, the warmth of his hands still lingering on her skin. 

She knows he feels it, too - the ghost of the kiss shared between them, lingering in the silence.

John leans back in his chair, looking at Dollie. “So, that kiss,” he says. “You regret it?”

Dollie exhales, taking a sip of water before setting her cup down on the counter. “Do you?”

“No,” John says, sighing. “But I wonder if you should.”

Dollie cocks her head, a confused look on her face. “Why’s that?”

John looks away, shaking his head. “I ain’t a good man, Dollie,” he says. “I got a past full of trouble.”

“I ain’t askin’ you to be a saint, John,” Dollie says.

He looks back at her. “You should.”

“Why?”

“I don’t want you to get hurt.”

Dollie studies John for a moment - his hands make fists at his side and his jaw is clenched.

She scoffs. “You think I ain’t been hurt before?”

“Not the way I mean,” John says.

She walks over to the table, placing her hand on the table in front of him and leaning over him. “You keep talkin’ like you got some kinda say in what I do, John. Like you get to decide what’s best for me.”

His gaze flickers at her. “Maybe I ain’t got no say,” he says. “But that ain’t stoppin’ me from carin’.”

Dollie stills at that. He said it so simply. Like she hadn’t heard that from men like him - men who come and go and don’t leave much behind but their shadows. 

She watches him, how he won’t quite meet her gaze, like he’s waiting for her to call him a liar. But she doesn’t.

Instead, she takes another step closer, standing between his knees.

“John,” she says, her voice a little softer now. “You really think I’m scared of a bit of trouble?”

John finally looks into her eyes, his lip twitching slightly, like he wants to smile, but won’t let himself. “Ain’t a little trouble I’m talkin’ ‘bout.”

Dollie tilts her head, resting her hands on his shoulders. “Maybe I don’t care.”

John exhales slowly, his hands making their way to her waist. “You should,” he murmurs, but there’s no longer any weight behind his words.

Dollie smirks. “You keep sayin’ that, but you ain’t exactly pushin’ me away.”

John chuckles. “I’m not,” he says.

A quiet moment passes between them and John pulls her in a bit closer.

Dollie’s fingers travel along his jaw, tracing patterns in his thick mutton chops. “You gonna kiss me again, cowboy?”

John doesn’t respond - at least not with words.

He reaches up to cup her cheek, pulling her toward him. Their lips meet in a slow, deliberate kiss like they know they shouldn’t be doing this but can’t bring themselves to stop.

Dollie sighs into his lips, her fingers tightening against the fabric of his shirt as he deepens the kiss. His other hand slides up her back, holding her in place as if she’ll slip away.

“Dollie,” John breathes. 

“Yes, John?” Dollie asks, pulling away from his mouth.

John looks her up and down. “Can we please go to my room?”

Dollie nods.

John moves quickly to scoop Dollie off her feet bridal-style. Dollie giggles as he carries her to his room, nudging the door open with his boot and gently setting her down on the bed. But there’s nothing gentle about the way his lips find hers again - desperate, urgent. 

His hands roam her body with reverence and hunger, like he’s trying to memorize her by touch alone. 

“Dollie,” he breathes as he kisses down her jaw and neck. “You don’t know what you’re doin’ to me.”

Dollie laces her fingers into his hair, pulling him back up to her lips. “Then show me.”

That’s all he needs.

John smirks. He slips off her nightgown, tossing it away as he pushes her back against the mattress, his weight pressing into the creaky bed. He starts to unbutton his shirt while Dollie fumbles with his belt buckle.

He pulls off his shirt and tosses it to the floor, revealing a body marked by a life on the run - scarred, tanned, and worn in the only way real cowboys are. He then helps Dollie with the belt buckle before throwing his belt across the room and pulling off his jeans and boots. 

Dollie looks up at the man in front of her, admiring him.

John chuckles, noticing her stare. “Ain’t much to look at, I’m afraid,” he says.

“You’re beautiful,” Dollie says. And she means it. Every inch of him is something she wants to explore - to cherish.

John moves to press his weight into the bed once more. “You’re killin’ me,” he says, half in awe, half in agony. “I ain’t ever wanted somethin’ like I want you.”

Their lips crash into each other again. John’s hands rub tiny circles into Dollie’s hip.

Dollie slips a finger into the waistband of John’s boxers. “Take these off,” she breathes.

He does as she tells him, his hard cock bobbing up as he does so. His hands slide down her body to do the same to her.

When their lips meet once more, there's a beat of stillness. No bravado, no games. Just John and Dollie together as if it was always meant to be that way. 

John lines up with her entrance and thrusts into her. Dollie gasps at the feeling of him filling her up. 

When he moves inside her, it's slow and deliberate - like he's savoring each second, like this may be the only time they do this. His breath stutters against her neck as he rocks into her. 

“God, Dollie,” he moans. “I ain't gonna last.”

“You don't have to,” Dollie says. “Just stay with me.”

And he does. Every touch, every kiss, every gasp is full of the kind of need that borders on devotion. 

They move together as if they've done this hundred times before in a dream. Like fate brought John into the saloon for them to find each other. 

John gives his last few thrusts through both of their climaxes, pulling out and laying down next to Dollie. He places his head on her chest. Dollie moves a hand to his head, scratching it gently. 

The room is quiet except for the sounds of their quiet breathing - slow and uneven as if they're trying to come back to earth. 

Eventually, they both drift off to sleep, wrapped up in each other's arms. 

The next morning, the sound of frantic knocking wakes up Dollie. She pushes John off of her, quickly slips her clothes back on, and gets up to walk over to her door. 

She opens the door and Charlie comes stumbling in - his eyes wide and body trembling. 

“Charlie, what is it?” Dollie asks, reaching out to steady him. 

“Your father,” he gasps, catching his breath. “He uh - he found out about John stayin’ here. He's not happy about it. Says he's on his way.”

“Shit,” Dollie breathes. “Shit, shit shit.”

She rushes over to John's room to wake him. 

“John, you need to leave,” she says. 

John sits up, trying to gather his clothes and groggily puts them on. “Why? Was last night that bad?” he asks, chuckling a bit. 

Dollie stares at him. If she wasn't so terrified of her father, maybe she'd laugh too. “It was amazing, John. But seriously, you need to get out. My father found out that you're here.”

John's eyes widen, he starts to move faster, trying to get his clothes on. 

But it's not enough. 

When Dollie opens the door to let John leave, her dad is standing on the other side. 

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Might fuck around and write some hobama fanfic idk guys