hey guys, just a quick update for anyone that is interested. you’re probably aware i haven’t been posting much lately; i’ve been very busy with life and don’t have much time for writing at the moment.

i’ll be back eventually, this isn’t me saying goodbye forever. i’m still a schlut at heart. until then.

- charlie

This is the assistant anon, you don't even know what that did to me. I think I changed as a person since that episode. Thank YOU for writing something, seriously

nsfw (below cut) afab reader, (use of pet names: princess, sweetheart), mention of masturbation & sex, mention of thigh riding, some sub/dom

“The minutes are on your desk, your 3 o’clock meeting was canceled; I’ve called back to reschedule, and I’ve contacted the building manager for the venue you were looking at.” you spoke with almost believable confidence.

You had been working under his command for a couple of weeks now, yet despite settling in the way he had a stern disposition that would latch on to your nerves and cause them to fester. His dark eyes would look up at you through his brows almost as if he was scrutinizing you.

A pause ensued; his gaze leisurely descending before resuming contact with your face, a subtle grin dancing on the edge of his lips. His thumb casually tapped the pen's click mechanism, while his other hand rested on the chair's arm. Gradually, he reclined, swiftly abandoning the pen on the table. An air of annoyance accompanied his exhale, his eyes briefly skimming the minutes before locking onto your gaze once more.

Awareness gripped you, each detail magnified, particularly the warmth flooding your face, intensifying and scorching your cheeks. “Am I forgetting something?” you questioned meekly, a void of gratitude lingering in the air.

"Sit down for a minute for me, would ya, sweetheart?" his typically brash, almost emotionless voice rendered the pet name unusually condescending and degrading. As he spoke he gestured casually with a loose flick of his hand. almost in the same breath, he reassured you, "No need to be nervous, hmm," despite carrying the words with more delicacy, it carried a teasing undertone.

You complied with the command, slowly seating yourself opposite him. The soft thud of your body settling into the seat echoed overwhelmingly loud in the quietude. Uncomfortable and anxious, you sat silently.

Schlatt broke the silence with an exaggerated tut, cocking his head, almost immediately followed by a grin. "It's a real shame that my meeting was canceled," he spoke with the tiniest hint of sarcasm.

“I’m sorry. I tried to call them back but it went straight to voicemail.”

He laughed in the form of a small exhale, clearly amused by your words. “That was a very important meeting.” Schlatt slowly rose from his seat. Immediately he towered over you and his large stature was evident. Eventually, he navigated around the desk with caution, settling on its corner and leaning in towards you with deliberate care.

He extended his hand, grazing his fingers along your jawbone, lazily cupping your face momentarily. “But you could make it up to me by letting me fuck you.” He smiled as if he hadn’t proposed something so explicit. "I've been thinking about ripping a hole in those tights of yours and bending you over this desk. I know you'd like that." There was a brief pause as you didn't deny any of his statements. He leaned in further, his hot breath fanning your neck and the overwhelming smell of his cologne flooded your nostrils. "I bet you go home and touch yourself thinking about me filling you up. Hmm? I see the way you look at me sweetheart; it's every assistant's dream to fuck their boss." His voice, now raspy, nearly whispered in your ear, heightening the palpable tension between you two. "I can see the way you daydream about sitting on my thighs and riding me whilst I'm busy with business calls."

As you tried to avert your gaze from his intense stare, he gently guided your chin, urging you to meet his eyes once more. His thumb traced lightly against your lips as he spoke, his voice was soft yet commanding, "Just do as you're told. That's why I hired you."

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nsfw schlatt relationship hc below cut

schlatt the type of guy in a relationship to send you loving and affectionate good night messages and then 10 mins later sending you videos of him quietly moaning your name, fucking his own fisted hand as he can’t sleep. he’s needy, clingy, and needs you to know how hard you make him.

chuckle sandwich ep. 110

ok i know charlie has always been cute and stuff but ???

what are they FEEDING HIM ???

i think tiktok is purposely sending me slimecicle edits. i’m not even mad. maybe nerd who turns hot(ter) after taking off glasses and getting a haircut trope isn’t so fictional.

happy one year anniversary to whiskey dick and sore loser. my magnum opus’s.

this image right here has changed my life for the better

wait? you stream!? also can I be 🐙 anon plz

haha occasionally. the big guy doesn’t want to so i had to pull thru ✊😔 and yes! ofc!

put a finger down if you want a broad, cuddly man with mutton chops to let you lay on him. your head cradled in the nook of his chest, his fingers daintily grazing along your scalp as you drift off into sleep. wearing his hoodie as your own whilst he whispers you sweet nothings. “you’re so pretty layin’ there all peacefully like that.” his voice low, gravelly but affectionate.

imagine a supportive bf!schlatt who is like always promoting your stuff in his videos. whether it’s art, jewellery, candles, anything you have made he wants to show off.

“chat, look at these fuckin’ awesome candles they made and they smell fuckin’ amazing - no i’m not bein’ biased, asshole, the small alone could make me cum ropes.” he’d half chuckle at his own vulgarity in his brash and put-on streaming tone which was much different to the softer tone he used with you, of course.

would u ever do a full fic on gangster!schlatt?

i have thought about it! i just have a lot of commitments at the moment that i’m getting tied up with unfortunately. so if i did write it similarly to the same calibre of guilt and shame it probably wouldn’t see the light of day for a while.

why doesn’t jshat stream more this shit is so fun /lh

i still think about this hourly, perhaps.

schlatt just waltzing into the kitchen, slapping your ass with a sharp sting. hand lingering on your waist, his pelvis pressing against your ass. “mm, dinner smells nice, bub.” fingertips digging into your side, eager to have you in his hands. one hand snaking up your loose fitting shirt to cup your breast in his large hand. “can you hurry up so i can fuck you?” softly muttering, his desperation evident in his squeezing. “or, i can pull your shorts to the side and fuck you whilst you’re being a good little housewife, hmm?”

he’s so proud of his rammie, he loves the little dude so much