jschlatt x fem!reader oneshots

keeper || mafia/mob au (sfw)

a/n- sorry for the inactivity! hope you're doing well! schlatt is a mob boss in this one, and for context, he's has his horns n ram ears like his character does!! enjoy!
tw- mentions of blood!

for the past few months, you've been infatuated in your wealth and popularity. after moving to new york city, you've become well
known online under the alias '(y/a)'. after growing a large following on social media, the attention has been getting to your head. thousands of twitter likes, an abundant amount of fans, what more could you ask for?

you wake up to the sound of cars honking and speeding by. living in the city was such a mistake. you groggily get out of your bed and look at your phone notifications. nothing out of the ordinary, just the usual likes and reshares.
you decide to take a walk today, since it looked pretty outside, and the news called for no rain until tomorrow. after making breakfast and getting into the right clothes, you leave your small apartment.
walking through the busy sidewalk of new york city, your eyes flicker from side to side, taking in the sight of the large buildings and bright signs. oh, you thought, there's a cafe a few blocks away. i could go there... your eyes light up thinking of the nice smells of coffee and the quiet chatter of people. as you look around, you spot an alleyway that cuts through the blocks, and could get you to your destination quicker. oh, what the hell. what's the worst that could happen? you raise your eyebrows in thought as you make your way in. the alleyway was dark, narrow, and empty. it was also very long, but you could see the end of it, leading into the bright and busy street.
as you make your way down the alley, you hear the chatter of the pedestrians quiet down. the tall buildings beside you almost muted the loud noises. you suddenly hear quiet footsteps follow behind you. probably just somebody cutting through like me. the footsteps grow louder and pick up in speed, making you begin to worry. you walk faster in response to the footsteps, before breaking out into a sprint. the footsteps of this unknown person speed up as well, and they eventually catch up. they tackle you to the ground, making you and this person slide across the floor for a good 6 feet. sliding across the rough ground didn't feel nice, you winced at the now bleeding cuts on the side of your arm.
"we won't be here long if you do as i say." this mystery person grumbles and fumbles with something in their pocket. you turn to identify them. he was a rather tall guy with dark hair and very round glasses. "gh-get off of me!" you yell and try to push him off of you, but to no avail. he stands up and brushes his sides. the man chuckles at your attempt, and pulls something out of his coat pocket. he pulls out a....... a gun? yes, a gun. he points the gun towards you and gives you a rather evil grin.
"look, i'm not here for games, lady, hand over what you got." he sways his gun in a motion that signals 'cmon'. you widen your eyes before digging in all of your pockets and through your wallet. there wasn't much, only $10 to cover the small things you were out to get today. you pick up the bill before shakily holding it towards him. "th-this is all i have..." you feel tears fill your eyes. he snatches the bill from your hands before stuffing it and the gun in his pocket. "hm. not enough," he mumbles, "come with me, lady. you seem... well-known." he begins to walk away then stops to see you still frozen.
"don't make me bring it out again." he growls, making you jump and follow him. you two leave the alley, and you follow the man to a plain-looking building. after going into the building, he makes his way towards an elevator, and motions you to come in as well. upon the doors closing, he presses a button to go to an underground level. the regular passerby would see it as just storage or inner construction, but it was something much bigger. when the doors opened, the man grabs your wrist and leads you into the dark room. there are people around many tables, chatting, gambling, drinking, all of the above. some of the people's heads turned to look at you, others were whispering to each other.
after walking through a few rooms, you and the man make it to a large door covered in locks. the man starts fidgeting with the locks, he seems to know all of the combinations. on the other side of the door, you hear a loud slam followed by a 'god fucking damnit! are you kiddin' me?' in a moderately thick new york accent. the man at your side stays stone-faced and continues working on the locks. eventually, the door is unlocked and the man opens it.
straight ahead is what appears to be the boss, looking away from the door. one of his arms is resting on the arm of his chair, and in his hand is a cuban cigar. you realize the boss has dark horns curling from the top of his head and around his long ears. upon your entrance, you see one of his ears perk up before he turns around in his chair.
"ah, ted!" the boss smiles before putting the cigar up to his lips, "nice work. what do we have here?" his eyes lock with yours. you take this time to analyze his features. the color of his hair was a little lighter than the color of his horns. his eyes tell a big story in just a glance. his jawline was sharp and covered with facial hair. damn. he's pretty good-looking. "found her walking through the alley, she didn't have much. thought i'd let you look at her since i think i know her from somewhere." ted pushes his glasses up to his face and lets go off your wrist. the boss' ears twitch at his words, and he raises an eyebrow. he places his cigar onto the ashtray at his desk before standing up. he was quite tall, as well. his nicely fitted suit made your heart skip a beat.
as he walks around the desk, you notice something on his lower back; a tail. his small and fluffy tail swishes back and forth as he walks towards you. when he gets to you, he bends down to make his face level with yours. he hums in question before holding your chin with his thumb and index finger. the feeling of his calloused fingers on your face made your face turn red. i could've been killed, but now this hot boss is checking me out! he inches his face closer to yours, his breath smelling like the cigar smoke from earlier. he gently pulls your chin, moving your head, side to side to take in your looks. he then moves his hand from holding your chin to cupping your cheek. he smiles then plants a quick kiss on the tip of your nose. he puts his hand back to his side and stands back up.
"i like her. let's keep her." his tail repeatedly hits his lower back in excitement, "if you don't mind, of course." he sticks his tongue out and squints his eyes.
"sure." you speak up, making the boss' ears perk, "only if i don't get killed." you awkwardly chuckle. "listen, hun, i'll go out of my way to make sure you won't get hurt." the boss smiles and rolls up his sleeves. you didn't know how to respond, so you happily beam at the thought of him protecting you.
"oh!" he bends back down to meet you at eye level, but his face isn't so close this time, "i go by schlatt. i run this biz." he holds his hand out, awaiting a proper handshake. "(y/n). i go by (y/a) online." you shake his hand. "oh, little bit of a star we've got here." he chuckles wholeheartedly. he makes his way back to his desk and takes a seat. "hey." schlatt makes a 'come here' motion with his finger. you walk to the front of his desk, fidgeting with your fingers. "put your hand on the desk." his voice changes to a very soft and gentle tone. you follow his words and put one of your hands on his desk. he then puts his hand on top of yours, making you blush.
"look, i need you to come back tomorrow. i think you'll fit in very well here. also, if there's anyone here that likes ya', tell em' to fuck off, because you're mine, hun." he softly speaks to you. was your face on fire? it sure felt like it. he slowly lifts his hand off of yours before resting his head in the same hand. you take your hand off the desk and nod at him. "seeya' then, hot stuff." you laugh at how stupid that sounded when it came out of your mouth. you turn around and make your way out of the room, and eventually, out of the building. schlatt puts his feet up on his desk and hums in thought.

"she's a keeper." schlatt looks at the ceiling and smiles.

a/n hello sorry for the inconsistent publishing!! ive been having terrible writing block, but hopefully you enjoyed this chapter. seeya next time!! <3