hi all, as iām sure youāre all aware iāve been inactive for a little over a year now. truthfully, i have drifted away from the fandom and itās something i donāt feel motivated to write for anymore.
it was fun whilst it lasted; and iām still eternally grateful that some of you are still enjoying reading my stuff even to this day. iām touched.
iām not disappearing from the internet forever. i made a separate blog so i wouldnāt clog all of your feeds with interests you may not be interested in. but, if youāre a fan of my previous works and are also interested in bts you can find me at @pr1nce-jm.
i hope the future treats you all kindly, and i hope all of your trials end in full bloom.
logging off for the unprecedented and foreseeable future,
As soon as I saw the thumbnail, I knew he would look good. They know we love schlatt in glassesšŖ
the thumbnail is the only reason why i clicked the video. editor knew what they were doing. schlatt knows he looks good too. i can just picture him staring at his own webcam whilst theyāre recording the episode.
People having different taste is crazy. I showed a gif and a picture of schlatt to someone, trying to show them that he has nice eyes. They said that he looks normal and they werent gonna fall for any propaganda. WHATT!?! HUH!?!
the way his eyes crinkle in the corners and they squint warmly when he smiles, his long eyelashes. iām absolutely enamoured by his eyes. and, anon, your friend is wrong.
imagining reader playing the sims with wicked whims installed, and schlatt teasing you for being a āpervert.ā
āif you like watching your dolls go at it, how about i sit here and stroke myself and you can enjoy that too? you want to be in control, sweet? tell me how you want me.ā
I don't know if you're writing more chapters for it, but I stumbled across 'the art of connection' on ao3 and just wanted to tell you that even with only three chapters I am in love with that story :) thank you
(I hope it's written by you?? The username is the same and some of your other fics are there as well)
it is! i just never got around to porting it over to here donāt ask why. i want to finish it eventually. thank you for your patience š«¶
thank you for checking in ! iām good, just got a lot to focus on adult wise. i may potentially just drop by every so often with some new stuff and just to check in.
hey guys, just a quick update for anyone that is interested. youāre probably aware i havenāt been posting much lately; iāve been very busy with life and donāt have much time for writing at the moment.
iāll be back eventually, this isnāt me saying goodbye forever. iām still a schlut at heart. until then.
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
āThe minutes are on your desk, your 3 oāclock meeting was canceled; Iāve called back to reschedule, and Iāve contacted the building manager for the venue you were looking at.ā 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. āAm I forgetting something?ā 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.
āIām sorry. I tried to call them back but it went straight to voicemail.ā
He laughed in the form of a small exhale, clearly amused by your words. āThat was a very important meeting.ā 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. āBut you could make it up to me by letting me fuck you.ā He smiled as if he hadnāt 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."
