#[ i'll most likely reblog this once or twice ]

[hoffmansgirl]

❛ H A N D S O N M E ❜ ┈─ nicholas a. chavez

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. sub!whiny!nicholas chavez x dom!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲. nicholas has always been the dominant one in your relationship — but what if the roles had reversed, just for one night? ⇄ ⟡⟡ 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨: hands on me — ariana grande 𓍯

𝐚/𝐧. since so many of you asked for sub!nicholas, here it is! finally (smile emoji) likes, reblogs && comments are much appreciated! mwah ꨄ︎

nicholas' cute moan reached your ears, filling the air like the most beautiful, angelic-like song, only for you to enjoy. your own, quiet mewl vibrated against his cock, making him twitch excitedly — way too excitedly for your liking. you let his bulky tip brush against the back of your throat, once, twice, thrice, before you pulled away, a string of saliva connecting your lower lip to the head of nicholas' reddened, angry cock. a quiet shuffle echoed in the quietness of the room as he tugged on the burgundy handcuffs, closed tightly around his wrists and the headboard. you smiled wickedly, your hooded eyes focusing on nicholas' face — his brows furrowed, mouth downturned in an adorable pout, his eyes begging and pleading. perfect.

you wrapped your hand around his girthy length, your movements slow and deliberate as you began to stroke him, occasionally brushing your thumb against the leaking tip, making nicholas twitch in overstimulation.

"my god, baby— i promise i'll be good", he choked out, but there was an edge to his voice, and you knew he quietly enjoyed the torture you put him through.

"mmm. not quite enough, sweetheart", you fake pouted, leaning down to brush your lips against the side of his cock, your tongue darting out to trace the pulsing vein that adorned it. you hummed lowly, moving up to kitty-lick his tip, dipping your tongue into the slit, collecting the pre-cum that leaked out.

"baby, please, i need your pussy. been so good f'you, please", he whispered, bucking his hips into your warm, inviting mouth, chasing after the release that you denied him countless times. he struggled against the restraints, wanting nothing more to feel your silky skin under his fingertips, or to brush your hair out of your perfect face, holding it up in a make-shift ponytail as you gagged on his dick.

he knew he couldn't, though — the thrill of being completely on your mercy had flames lick his insides, even though he'd never admit it out loud.

nicholas groaned, the sound raw and intimate as he watched your mouth close around his cock yet again, your skilled tongue darting out to press flat against the underside of the thick length. you stared up at him with doe-like eyes as you took him down your throat — your hands pressing down on his hips in order to stop him from moving; to get him to surrender completely to you.

with every bob of your head you went lower, humming at the salty taste coating your tongue, taking him down your throat like you did countless times before. tears began to gather on his waterline as you hollowed your cheeks the best you could, swallowing around nicholas' thick cock, never breaking eye contact — almost as if you were daring him to break. incoherent praises left his mouth as he fought to keep his eyes open, his lower lip trembling with the effort to not cum down your throat just yet.

"baby— if you're not gonna stop, i'm— imma cum", he cried out, his hands shaking as his head dipped back against the pillow, the coil in his stomach becoming tighter with each passing second. "please, can i cum? baby, shiiittt— 'm sorry, i can't hold it", he choked out, and you moaned around him, swirling your tongue around his tip faster, one of your hands moving down his body to wrap around the base of his thick length.

"it's okay baby, let it alllll out. i'm not done with you yet, though", you pulled away just for a second, your lips slick and reddened, encouraging smile making its way onto your face. you slapped his thick tip against your tongue, smearing the pearly pre-cum all around it, keeping nicholas' gaze through it all. he felt heavy in your hand as you carefully wrapped your lips around him yet again, not hesitating to start an unravelling rhythm, all of your focus on his beautiful face, now twisted in pleasure.

"oh— oh my god, i'm gonna cum so hard. shitshitshit", he moaned, the coil in his stomach snapping when you took him deep in your throat, letting him paint the back of it with his thick release.

"fuck! oh fuck, i love you so much— thank you, thank you baby", nicholas sobbed, his hips twitching, every muscle in his body tightening with the intensity of the moment. you smiled against his length, swallowing around him, savouring the taste of his cum on your tastebuds. you slowly pulled away, watching as some more of his release leaking out of the glistening slit. you brought your fingers down to trace along the tip, taking some of his cum on your finger before you got on your knees, towering over nicholas' limp body, tapping your digit against his lower lip. always so obedient — you thought, watching as his body responded to your touch, his lips parting, tongue darting out to lap the remains of his release, soft groans leaving his throat in the process.

"good boy. such a good boy f'me", you cooed, watching with hooded eyes as he sucked your finger into his mouth — his eyes closing at the praise, cock twitching against his stomach, as ready as ever.

"need'ya to say it again. please", nicholas whined as you removed your digit from his mouth, his eyes wide and pleading as you moved to straddle him. your legs on both sides of his hips as your pussy brushed against his hard length, just barely — yet enough to make a shiver run down your spine.

"i might. only if you behave", you grinned, and nicholas groaned, his chest heaving with uneven breaths, your fingertips brushing against his arms softly. you felt his muscles clench under your touch — so responsive.

"anything for you. anything".

❝ hoffmansgirl © 2024 | do not copy, translate, recreate or plagiarise my content. 𝗡𝗜𝗖𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗔𝗦 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗩𝗘𝗭 𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧 ❞

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[osachiyo]

EXTRA CREDIT *ੈ✩‧₊˚ | wriothesley

You knocked on the office door once, twice, a third time before you heard a brief 'come in!' You entered the room, trying your best to keep a straight face. Wriothesley was your history professor. He definitely wasn't bad bad, but not the most friendly man you've encountered. Though you had to admit, he was quite handsome− "ah, yes. I've been expecting you. have a seat," Wriothesley's deep voice pulled you out of the trance you were in. "a-ah! yes..sorry, I got a little..distracted," you chuckle awkwardly before taking a seat across the sleek black table. "so, um..I just wanted to talk about the C I got in the last history test?" He nods, urging you to speak further. "I know you said I won't be able to pass this class if I didn't at least get an A on my last test..so I wanted to ask if I could somehow earn some extra credits?" He sighed, cheek resting on his palm as he eyed you like a hawk. "extra credits, you say?" You nod, nervous to what he was going to say, you could not afford to fail this− "sure, I think you could do something for those extra credits."

Fat tears were dripping down your pretty face, mouth and throat stuffed with your professors unbelievably thick cock. Your makeup was running down in streaks down your face, that cute shade of pink lipgloss your wore this morning now staining his cock. He had your hair up in a makeshift ponytail− gripping the roots tight enough to leave a slight sting that makes you dizzy. "suuch a good fuckin' girl, yeah? you like havin' your professor's dick ruining that pretty little throat of yours?" he groaned, forcibly pulling your mouth off his dick before slapping it against your cheek, snickering at the way you hump against his shoe for some kind of relief on that poor, aching pussy.

He barely gave you time to catch a breath before slamming himself down your throat once again, making you gag around the thick shaft, your prettily done nails digging and scratching his muscular thighs but to no avail. He merely ground his shoe further onto your cunt, making your eyes go unfocused. "didn't even touch you and you're already so fuckin' wet?" he spits, hissing when you swallow around him, holy shit you were good at this. "ya sure you want the credits or just wanted to get dicked down by your professor?" he laughs before growling, thrusting into your mouth wildly. You tried your best not to use teeth or pass out from the lack of oxygen, but it felt so fucking good. "pretty pussy's droolin' all over my shoes...should I make you lick it clean after?" he scoffs, but you know he loved it.

It wasn't long before he came down your little throat with a guttural noise, head thrown back on his chair as his hips twitched. He looked down at you, cock still in your mouth as his release dripped down your chin. He clicked his tongue, panting as he pulled out of your mouth, "don't swallow. not yet, show me," his voice was strict, like time times he'd give lectures in class. You gathered most of his cum on your tongue before opening your mouth, showing off the white on your tongue proudly. He could feel his cock twitch back to life. Smiling, he patted your hair down, "good girl, swallow." You happily obliged, it was slightly bitter but not bad.

You were about to leave after fixing yourself when− "I'll be expecting you in my office much more often."

©ambrosiaa— do not copy, plagiarize and repost my works to any platform, reblogs are very appreciated ♡

[kaciidubs]

Crave You

❣ Summary: Lollapalooza had you seeing stars, and now you were determined to make Changbin see the same. ❣ ❣ Word Count: 467 ❣ Warnings: Changbin has a thick cock, riding [cowgirl], implied unprotected sex [we're all adults here, your decision is your own], pussy drunk Changbin, slight Dom! Reader, smut with a hint of fluff ❣ ❣ Female! Reader [No use of Y/N] | You/Your pronouns ❣ ❣ Additional Tags: Reader is referred to as bunny and baby, Changbin is referred to as Binnie and baby, Changbin you have wrecked me for the last time you haven't bby ily ❣ Stray Kids Masterlist ❣ General Masterlist ❣

“Baby- Baby, slow down, f-fuck slow down!”

Changbin’s breathless pleas rang in your ears, but they merely coaxed you to dig your knees deeper into the mattress and bear your hips down harder on his own, so much so that the bed shook with each bounce.

You were riding him like a woman possessed - barely giving him time to shut the door of his hotel room before you were dragging him toward bed and commanding him to drop his pants.

Ever since you left Lollapalooza you were on ten, body buzzing from the rush of energy still flowing through your system and mind reeling from the image of your boyfriend on stage - flaunting his sculpted arms in the black tank top he was styled in without a care in the world about the lives he was putting at risk.

What about you? What about your sanity?

Well, you figured he’d get to experience it first hand once they left the venue - and boy, was he experiencing it.

The heavy slaps of your ass against his thighs bounced off the walls of the hotel room, the sound of his moans and your ragged panting creating a symphony orchestrated from pure lust and need.

“You’re so fucking sexy, Binnie,” you whimper, hands sliding from their perch on his wide shoulders down to rest on his covered pectorals, your thumbs toying with the silver chain dangling from his neck, “you have no idea- would’ve jumped you on that stage if I could.”

You could feel his cock twitch at your words, his hands squeezing your hips as his only option was to simply hold on for the ride - too far gone to even attempt to change the tides, not that he even wanted to at this point.

“Could-” A choked whimper left his mouth, “Could’ve had me backstage, Bunny - would’ve made you come on my fingers twice before the next set.”

Shaking your head, your viscous bounces turned into slow grinds, rocking the fat head of his cock against the sponge of your g-spot, “No, no- need you just like this, baby - stretching me open so fucking good.”

His head fell back against the headboard with a low thump, a breathless whine falling from his lips, “Shit, you can’t say shit like that while you’re riding me like this, I’ll-”

“-come?” You finished for him with a devilish smirk, bringing your hands to his jaw and angling his head back to level with yours, drinking in the fog of lust dilating his pupils. “Then come baby, we’ve got all night and I want that mouth of yours next.”

Lifting your hips again, you brought them back down with a heavy smack, your joined moans piercing the heavy atmosphere.

If you were possessed, then you were going to make him mindless.

❣ Seo Changbin... the man that you are... I'm telling my parents about us. JK but seriously, Lollapalooza??? SKZ in Paris?? I'll never be the woman I once was. ❣ ❣ Any type of feedback is appreciated! Whether it be a simple like, reblog, or keyboard smash and the most essay-like comment, feel free to share your thoughts. ❣

[nonotnolan]

No Not Nolan's Year in Review

Once again, it's time for the traditional "year in review" post. Since I've also been collecting prior years in these posts: here's 2021, here's 2022, and here's 2023. This year has more than 12 posts, and that's because I posted a few shorter stories to celebrate the release of my eBook.

I'm not planning to abandon this account anytime soon, but I'd be lying if the thought hadn't occurred to me once or twice. Every year I'm not sure how much longer I'll be doing this, but then every year the support and feedback I receive keeps me going. So if you ever wonder if notes and reblogs help-- yes, they do motivate me to keep going. But more than that, I'd encourage you to message the authors directly. I'm not always the best at carrying a conversation, but it really does mean a lot whenever I hear from you all.

17) Side Effects - 71 notes - January 2024 Okay, well... I like this one. If you've already caused a lot of irreversible damage... why stop now?

16) Labor and Materials - 83 notes - December 2023 Sometimes I can just sort of tell the photos aren't what the average people are wanting, but I like the text too much to toss out the idea. Mass commercialization of body swapping isn't a new idea by any means, but I love exploring all of the low stakes uses and scenarios that would appear if that technology existed.

15) Shapeshifter's Night Out - 111 notes - January 2024 Honestly, this one was mostly just an excuse to pull out a few of the weirder photos I'd come across. I think it holds up well enough, though.

14) Fiverr Warlock: Holiday Magic - 183 notes - December 2023 The thing about the Fiverr Warlock series is that a lot of story ideas work better without the added baggage of the lore and narrator. This one holds up pretty well, and the photos do exactly what I need them to do, so I'm quite fond of it.

13) The Ends Justify The Means - 204 notes - February 2024 See, I thought this one was great, especially for the Valentine's Holiday. Sometimes I have no idea what the average reader wants from me, and this is a prime example of that. No regrets, though. I'm never going to apologize for striking more sentimental than erotic.

12) Jock Cock, Part 3 - 219 notes - July 2024 Speaking of which... I can't be too surprised something this sentimental didn't do better. But I still love it, and I don't feel bad about it. (It does, however, make me less inclined to write sequels to other works. My idea about how the story continues vs how people want me to continue the story are seldom in alignment.)

11) Drawing Straws - 235 notes - January 2024 I love trait swapping, and I wish I could get inspired to use it more often. I have to be satisfied with an idea before I'll set it to the page-- it needs to have some amount of characterization and plot outside of "hot guy does a hot thing and it's hot" for me to be happy with it-- so trait swaps don't happen too often for me.

10) Treat Day - 241 notes - January 2024 This is my least favorite of the 5 promo-stories, so naturally it's the one that received the most notes. Revenge swaps are hit or miss for me, but needlessly cruel swaps seldom appeal to me. I like the photos, I like the ending wordplay, but overall it's not one of my favorites.

9) Swap Broker: Social Climbing - 250 notes - October 2024 If there's any story whose low placement on the list hurts to see, it's this one-- I absolutely love this one. Photos, concept, resolution, all of it. Ahh, well. A few people asked me what happened to the original Aiden, which I don't have much interest in writing, but... his father would have given him a one time chunk of hush money, which he would have burned through in a matter of months, at which point he'd probably be forced to start doing hard work for the first time in his life. It's not a happy outcome, which is why it's not a story I'm particularly interested in telling.

8) Jock Cock, Part 2 - 285 notes - June 2024 Like I mentioned for Part 3-- I don't regret writing it, even if I don't quite understand why it wasn't as well received. I'm not sorry for mixing sincere emotions into your casual smut-- it was intentional, and it will happen again. Also I've been doing it for the past 5 years, so presumably you noticed me doing that at least once before? I'm sure it's not a photo issue. Anyway.

7) Spring Break - 313 notes - March 2024 I love it when both parties can get what they want out of a body swap. I've had quite a few stories involving out of touch rich people, now that I think about it-- but then, every idea has already been done before if you simplify it enough.

6) Bodily Betrayal - 319 notes - December 2024 I'm so thrilled to be working with photo-manip artists for future detachable limb stories. You all may not be bothered by my attempts to create suitable pictures, but I definitely am. I mean, look at these pics-- head/body swap? Headless with head in hand? I wouldn't have been able to do that without a lot of practice and training.

5) Trial Period - 351 notes - November 2024 I don't do much with ghosts, and I'm honestly not planning to change that anytime soon. Still, I love the idea of supernatural entities shopping around to choose their next host.

4) This Happens all the Time, It's Detachable - 376 notes - August 2024 This is another one that I absolutely adore, and as a bonus it's a detachable story that requires no photo-manip work whatsoever. Obviously, I had to go with the King Missile reference in the title.

3) Roommate Rehab - 407 notes - April 2024 I still think my photo-manip work is clunky, but it gets the job done, and that's what matters. The interesting thing about writing more detachable works is that I'm really not familiar with any of the tropes. I'm so used to subverting expectations when I write body swap fiction, but it's a lot harder to subvert tropes that I don't know.

2) Rush Week - 512 notes - September 2024 I'm glad this one did well, because it's definitely a lot more vulnerable than what I normally write. It's equal parts sincere and sexy, and I adore it. The thought of what stays with the body and what stays with the mind is one of my favorite concepts to explore with body swapping. On a different tangent, it was a lot harder than I thought it would be to find good photos for a twink model that pass tumblr guidelines.

1) Jock Cock, Part 1 - 732 notes - May 2024 This story came out of nowhere and completely surpassed all of my expectations. I have no idea what it is about this story that appealed to so many people-- probably obvious, given how few notes the other parts pulled. Is it the photos? The idea of using an athlete's body for sex without him knowing? Unfulfilled sex-with-teacher fantasies? I sure as hell don't know. Whatever the reason, I'm flattered.

Above 500 Notes - All Time

1) Jock Cock, Part 1 - 732 notes - May 2024 2) Soulmate Swap - 704 notes - August 2022 3) Gym Merchandise - 654 notes - September 2022 4) Overbearing - 572 notes - May 2022 5) Finals Week - 568 notes - May 2021 6) Group Project - 566 notes - November 2023 6) Revenge, Reversed - 540 notes - August 2020 7) Rookie Mistake - 530 notes - May 2023 8) Rush Week - 512 notes - September 2024 8) Information Overload - 501 notes - August 2021

Well, Jock Cock Part 1 has officially dethroned... uhh, literally everything else. Finals Week, my first piece to break the 500 notes mark, is quickly dropping out of the top 5. And some of these works received random resurgences several months (or years!) later, so that's always fun to see.

Enough time has passed that I have a sort of note rubric to determine success. Anything below 100 notes, I consider flopped. 100-300 is average, and 300-500 is a success. So to have this many stories above 500? It feels pretty good.

Here's hoping next year will see more additions to this list!

Special Mentions

Reunion - 151 notes - February 2024 Once again, @mergeman and I wrote each other stories for Valentine's Day. I do really love the idea of a support group for people affected by body swaps.

I'm always honored whenever I end up tagged in someone's recommended post, and @sanzaibian 's compliment of "someone who writes really sweet love stories ^^" is no exception.

Also, like I said earlier-- I live for compliments and discussion, both given and received. If you've dropped a line or responded to one of my outreach attempts, I appreciate you. If we've talked in the past but it's been a few months since you or I sent the last message-- I'm too ADHD for friendships that follow the constraints of linear time. If we go months between messages, know that I still appreciate you.

Is it too cheesy to end this with a "thanks for viewers like you" sentiment? Maybe, but I'm doing it anyway. I'd be having these ideas with or without an outlet for sharing them, so I really do appreciate the likes and reblogs. Here's to another year!

[ray-ray-writings]

My Cinderella AU with Schlatt

Welp... Who would have thought that Schlatt would be the one out of all of the MCYTs to NOT be outed as an abuser....

Anywho, I watched the Cinderella movie with Camila Cabello and instantly wanted to write an AU of my own of Cinderella but I didn't want to put in the work to create my own new characters and establish them and all of that fun stuff. So I did what I do best, toss already established characters into a storyline. What a weird piece of work to post on my blog after several years...

But here you go, 16.3k words of a Cinderella AU with reader as Cinderella and Schlatt as Prince Charming. If you read, I appreciate you. Consider leaving a like, comment, and/or reblog and tell me whatcha liked about it. No pressure tho <3.

Summary: A Cinderella AU in which reader is a baker and Schlatt is a Prince. the two meet in a market square where the reader in turns insults Schlatt to his face without realizing who they're talking to and the story of the relationship that then ensues.

Pairing: JSchlatt x Gender Neutral!Reader (I tried to keep in gender neutral but I may have slipped here and there, if you notice any parts that happens let me know and I'll fix it!

Mostly fluff with a touch of angst

Content Warnings: all warnings that typically come with cinderella: ie dead parents, shitty step family, reader being told she doesn't deserve good things, the word papi... like twice... you'll see. The use of "Jonathon" being Schlatt's "real" first name, Swearing, second person POV, when the text is in italics it's as if it's following Schlatt in third POV, i hope that makes sense, shitty writing at the end because I still haven't figured out how to end stories uwu.

Please let me know if I missed anything.

Once Upon a Time,

You lived with your stepmother and two stepsisters. Your mother died when you were young. She died after being thrown from a horse, hitting her head off the ground, and never waking up. 

Your father had remarried within a year, but had swore to never love again. He married simply because he knew he was sick and didn’t want to die and leave you alone if he were to die when you were a minor. Sure enough, he passed when you were 15. 

One thing your parents had gifted you before their passing is your love for baking. You could bake like nobody’s business. You had tried to get a job at the bakery when you had come of age but the baker didn’t appreciate your helpful tips on what to improve on and what would make his baked goods taste better. So you just bake and hang out in the square, selling to those that know you and know of your business. 

You did your best to spend most of your time out of your home as your stepfamily was not kind to you. They teased and taunted you and made your life hell. You would have left the moment you were of age, but you had nowhere else to go. This was your family’s home, you didn’t make enough money baking on the side to justify moving out. So you were just waiting to meet someone who would sweep you off your feet and carry you away from here. 

It’s not ideal, but that is the way that life is. 

Across the land, Prince Schlatt was born and raised in the castle. He was waited on hand foot, life served to him on a silver platter. But the boy grew to a man with a kind heart, even if it tended to hide behind sarcasm and taunts. His father, King Philza, had done his best to teach Schlatt how to be a great ruler while his mother, Queen Kristen, had done her best to teach him how to be a loving man. 

Schlatt loves his parents, but sometimes wanted to be his own man without his parent’s hovering over his shoulder telling him who to be. To be who he wanted to be, without the weight of the kingdom on his shoulders.

King Philza has been harping on him for rejecting so many marriage proposals, lecturing him on how important it was for him to find a suitable match before his coronation so that everything was in order before it was time for him to take over the throne. 

Schlatt has always given the same response, “I don’t to marry just anyone. I want to marry for love, father, just like you.” 

Philza would roll his eyes but say nothing more on the subject until the next day. Kristen was always proud of the way her son would respond, but never interrupted the two. The supportive smile she always sent Schlatt as he left was incredibly telling though.

One of the only good things about your stepfamily was that they stayed out of the kitchen. Your stepmother learned quickly about how well you could cook and bake from how you always made meals for your father that she never felt the need to cook herself. Instead, she found it easier to boss you around and force you to cook for her and her daughters. 

You found you didn’t mind it though, the kitchen was your happy place. It was one of the only spaces where you knew that you wouldn’t be bothered, that for a moment while you rolled out dough or poured some batter you could pretend like everything in your life was perfect.

You needed more ingredients. For baking and for dinners. You had left the house with the small amount of money that your stepmother had given you and made your way to the market square. In your basket, a number of sweet treats to sell for your pocket cash to your normal customers after you run your errands. 

The sun feels nice on your face. You’re used to heat pressing into the as you stand over a hot stove or an open oven, so the sunlight shining on you makes you feel slightly at home. Comfortable even. Maybe a bit too comfortable and unaware of your surroundings because it’s not too long while you’re lost in thought before you slam into someone. The basket flies out of your hand and tumbles to the ground, several of the treats falling to the ground. 

You let out a gasp as you fall onto your butt on the ground. The man you have bumped into lets out a quiet “oh shit,” before reaching down and picking up some of the treats that have fallen out. 

“Sorry about that,” he murmurs, reaching out a hand for you to take. You carefully take his hand, allowing your eyes to scan the stranger. The first thing that you notice is his eyes. They’re fucking beautiful. The pools of dark chestnut brown bore into yours so deeply it momentarily takes your breath away. You’re able to see the way they fill with concern all the while they flick down and examine you, if you were of more a mind, you would blush. 

The next thing you notice is the mask that covers the lower half of his face. You stop your brows from furrowing at the sight. You continue to observe him. You note the way that his brown hair is pulled back, which is what allowed you to see his eyes so strikingly before. His clothes are a bit on the fancier side of those that come to the market. He’s strong too, you can tell by the way he pulls you up from the ground with no real effort exerted. His hands are on the softer side. He feels familiar but you can’t place where you know him. 

Oh fuck. You’re the prettiest person Schaltt has ever seen. He’s been introduced to countless nobles, never ending royalty, long lines of commoners, but none of them could compare to how absolutely stunning you look right now. And he’s just made a huge ass full of himself by running into you and sending some of your baked goods AND you flying to the ground. At least he was smart enough to wear a mask to hide his face and therefore his identity. He knows his facial hair is incredibly recognizable. Even if he wasn’t presenting as the crowned prince, he better make this right. 

“It’s alright,” you respond once you’ve shaken yourself out of your stupor, reaching for your basket. He quickly hands it back to you. You do a quick inventory and note that about a third of your stock had fallen to the ground. “Great, just great,” you murmur quietly to yourself. 

“Again, I’m so sorry about that… let me replace what you’ve lost. Allow me to walk you to the bakery so you can buy more.” The stranger says, motioning toward the bakery, his eyes never leaving yours. 

The laugh you let out causes the man’s shoulders to deflate, causing you to clear your throat and instantly start explaining. “No, no, sorry. I’m not laughing at you. Rather laughing at the thought of me buying anything from that fucking guy.” 

His brows furrow as he looks at the pastries. “You didn’t get them from the baker? Where did you get them from then?” 

“I made them myself.” You answer simply, giving a small shrug. “The baker didn’t want to hire me and so I bake them at my house and sell them on the square to a few people.” 

His brows hit the top of his forehead. “Oh shit, really? I guess I just made you lose income then, huh? Let me pay for them then.”

“Oh, no really it’s okay. It was an accident. Don’t worry about it.” 

“No really. I insist. Please. It’s the least I can do.” He states before digging into his pockets and pulling out 5 gold pieces and pressing them into your hand. 

You stare at the gold in shock. “Sir, I can’t accept this. I only charge 2 copper for one cookie. This is far too much, please take it back.” 

Schaltt panics. It’s been forever since he’s had an economics class and he isn’t sure how much money is a lot of money to common folk. He realizes 5 gold is probably a bit too much, especially after you tell him of what you usually charge. It’s too late to back out now. 

“Nah,” he answers. “I guess it just means you have to give me the rest that’s in the basket.” 

Without hesitation, you hold the basket out for him to take. He’s surprised by your quick movement but carefully takes the basket from your hands. He grabs the cloth that covers the basket gently and carefully pulls it back, revealing a plethora of baked goods, the sight makes his mouth water. “Woah, these look professionally made.” 

You let out a huff and puff out your chest a bit more. “Well I am a professional. And they would look better, but someone caused the basket to hit the ground.” 

His laugh may be the most beautiful thing you have ever heard. It makes your heart flutter and you have to will the heat to not flood your cheeks. “I apologized for that already,” He teases. 

“Yeah well, it still happened didn’t it,” you shoot back. 

He laughs again, which surprises you. Most people would have called you rude by now and left you to stand here alone. But not this strange stranger. You don’t mind his presence though. “You’re funny…” He trails off

You realize he’s waiting for your name and you supply it to him. He echos it back, stating it slowly as if to savor every syllable, to test how it feels on his tongue and his teeth before he hums. “I’m charmed to meet your acquaintance,” He states, reaching out grabbing your hand, bending at the waist, and pressing the back of your hand to his masked lips. It takes everything in you to will the blood to NOT rush to your cheeks. 

He drops your hand before straightening up. “Now if you don’t mind, I will be trying one of these delectable looking desserts.” 

He reaches into the basket and pulls out a chocolate chocolate-chip cookie. “Oh fuck yes. These are my fucking favorite.” 

You can’t stop the grin and giggle that escapes you.

The stranger turns from you and for a moment your heart falls and your stomach turns as you think that he’s walking away from you. But you’re able to see his hand move up to the lower half of his face and you realize he’s pulling his mask down in order to eat. You quickly look away to give the man his privacy. You may be curious as to what he looks like, but you value respecting his choices above all else. 

Holy fuck it’s one of the tastiest things he’s ever eaten. His eyes close as he groans at the taste that fills his mouth. He’s glad he had the sense to turn around and his face and expression from you. He couldn’t imagine how embarrassing he looks right now. 

You hear him let out a groan of approval and you can only assume that something has hit his tongue. “This is delicious.” Your assumptions are confirmed as his voice comes out muffled from the food in his mouth. 

“Don’t speak with your mouth full,” you chide, looking at the bustling people of the market stalls.

Schlatt chuckles, pulling the mask back up and turning back to face you. He’s stunned for a moment to not meet your eyes. Realizing why you’re angled and looking the way that you are. His own heart skips a beat before he clears his throat. He takes a moment to chew and swallow before softly letting you know you’re good to look. 

You’re slightly disappointed to find the mask still in its place but you understand the want for privacy perhaps more than most. “So it was good then?” You ask. 

He nods enthusiastically. “It was fucking amazing. I can’t wait to get back to the castle and try the rest of them.” He says, realizing a moment too late his slip. 

Your brows hit the top of your forehead, “The castle? Do you live in the castle?” You can’t stop the question that falls from your lips.

“Yeah, I’m a guard. I live in the castle, and I’m a guard. Today’s my day off.” He explains. His words are rushed, but who are you to question a man you just met.

You give a couple nods, “I see,” you state simply, “That makes sense.” 

Internally Schlatt lets out a loud breath of relief that you bought the lie. The castle has been his home his entire life and he wasn’t thinking when he spoke so he’s glad you easily bought his excuse of being a guard.

“It makes sense considering you just handed me 5 gold like it’s not more than I will make in two months and King Philza makes sure that the guards get paid an excellent salary… not that he makes sure the rest of the citizens get paid the same. But that’s neither here nor there.” You huff. 

The stranger’s brows lift. “What do you mean by that?” 

Your face burns as you catch what you just admitted. “Oh nothing.” You rush. “Sorry you probably are more than happy with the decisions the king makes. Not to imply anything. Sorry.” 

“No, no it’s alright. I want to hear it.” 

And want to hear it, he does. No one has the guts to speak so plainly to him when they’re around him. So he wants to hear it. The good, the bad and the ugly. 

You clear your throat and square your shoulders. “Well if you insist. Often it feels like the king, the whole royal family really, doesn’t care about those that do not live in the castle. I can’t get a job because no one can afford to hire anyone because everyone is just barely scraping by. It’s like he can’t see past his own front lawn. Which sucks because everyone talks about what a great guy he is, but sometimes I don’t think he’s a very good king.”

Schlatt hums in acknowledgement. You bring up some really good points. He also sometimes feels like his father forgets he’s supposed to be ruling for the people and isn’t supposed to be ruling his son’s life… speaking of. “Well I’m sure you can’t wait for his son to take over the throne then? Schlatt?” He is instantly startled by the loud laughter that bubbles from your throat.

“Schlatt? That big, petty,  man-baby? Yeah. Sure. I’m excited to see how that big man-baby decides to rule the kingdom. You know, I heard that he grew those mutton chops to make himself more unattractive to potential suitors. I think he didn’t realize how fucking good he looks with them. At least from what I’ve seen from a distance. I think he makes them work, and I’m definitely not the only one in the kingdom that agrees. I think he just needs to bite the bullet and just… I don’t know. Do it.” 

Schlatt once again thanks his past self profusely for the idea of wearing a mask to hide his face because he can feel the way his cheeks heat up to what he is sure is a bright red. You’re not particularly wrong. That was the original thought. To make himself look unkempt and not put together in an attempt to drive away potential suitors but he grew to like how they looked and grew fond of the hair. 

“I don’t think he should just bite the bullet and marry the first person that asks for his hand” he defends, “I think he wants to marry for love. Not for some political alliance. I think that’s admirable.” 

“Oh I agree. My apologies. That’s not what I meant. I meant he needs to bite the bullet and be fucking honest with the kingdom. The news that we get from the castle is that he’s the one that’s been rejected. That he wants to find the perfect alliance. That he wants what’s best for the kingdom. And while I agree that maybe he does, he needs to be fucking honest with us and tell us the truth. That he’s looking for love. Not what would ‘be best for the kingdom.’ We don’t mind that’s what’s happening, it’s the fact we’re being lied to, ya know?”

“Huh, so that’s the news that is coming out of the castle… I’ll have to talk to someone about that.” 

Your breath catches slightly. “Shit. Sorry. I don’t want to get either of us in trouble. Forget me and my words. I know not of what I speak.” 

“No, sweets. You have valid points. They deserve to be heard. I won’t mention your name if you wish. But I will make them hear me. I’m actually rather close with the prince.” He can’t help but internally snicker to himself. Closer than you know. 

The blood drains from your face. “Of course you are. Of course I complain about the prince to someone that has direct connection with him… fuck. Okay. Cool. Good to know. Well… I have to go. I have to get my ingredients still and I must be home before stepmother gets there. It was a pleasure meeting you.” You state quickly before attempting to rush past him. 

You're stopped by his hand grasping your shoulder gently, causing you to turn around to face him. “Will I ever see you again?” 

The way he asks is so soft and gentle. It causes your heart to pound loudly and the breath to pause in your throat. “Maybe,” you breathe out. 

The two of you stare at each other for a moment more before it hits you. “I have a carrier pigeon. I’ll send it with a letter to the castle and we can talk like that. Maybe sometime we can meet again. Maybe on one of your days off.” 

The man’s beautiful brown eyes light up with delight. “That would be amazing. I look forward to hearing from you.” He allows his hand to trail from your shoulder, down your arm, to your hand, and he lifts the hand to his lips before placing a kiss to it. He gives you a soft wink as he drops your hand. You turn away as you blush, willing yourself to calm down. 

“Oh!” You startle, “I forgot to ask your name-“ the words die on your lips to find the spot next to you vacated with the tall stranger nowhere in sight. “Great. Just great… well. I better get going. Those cookies won’t bake themselves.” 

Schlatt has never felt so giddy. He can’t wait to hear from you. He also realizes he never gave you a name, he’ll just have to keep his eye out for a new and unfamiliar carrier pigeon.

 

You debate with yourself when you get home what the proper waiting time is for sending a stranger a letter with the pigeon. Because you wrote one as soon as you got home and it was ready to send within two hours of meeting him. Sending one that quickly may spook him. It could cause him to think you’re weird. 

You decide you’ll wait a couple hours, bake cookies and make dinner and then when your stepmother allows you to retire to your room, that is when you’ll send it. And so that is what you do. You check over the letter a thousand times before you tuck it into the envelope and hand it to your carrier pigeon. “To the castle pigeon, look for a man with brown hair and brown eyes… well that’s specific huh?... I really should have gotten his name. Okay… well… I guess we will half to wing it.” You scribble down something on the envelope and hand it to the pigeon who takes it with its foot and flies off to the castle. 

Schlatt is taking a stroll in the gardens, kicking himself for not asking for a better way to contact you. He hadn’t heard anything from you and at this point he’s worrying he never will. He’s spent most of his time analyzing the conversation over and over again in his head and realized that he probably came off too strong and too weird and he will be lucky to ever see you again. 

He jumps as a pigeon lands on his shoulder,to his head snapping to the side to meet the wide, vacant eye of the bird. It gives a soft coo before shaking and moving its foot, drawing attention to the letter in its grasp. His heart leaps to his throat in hope before he swallows and carefully takes it. 

He grins at the writing on the front of the envelope. “Sir Charmed, lover of chocolate chip cookies.” Instantly all his worries melt away as he plucks the letter from its hiding and he reads the words. Once. Twice. A Hundred times. Schlatt rushes inside to carefully compose his response. 

You don’t go a day without hearing from each other for the next couple of weeks. You exchange letters. You tell him about your life and how you got your love of baking, and your want of leaving the house. He tells you the pressures of his job and how sometimes he just wants to run away from it all and explore the world. You make him promise that if he does, he’ll take you with him. He promises. 

You forget to get his name and at this point you’re too embarrassed to ask him for it, instead electing to call him a bunch of nicknames, mainly being Sir Charming, hoping he never catches on. He never seems to. 

The two of you agree to meet up once more, somewhere a little more quiet than the market square, but still public (because you have to be proper.) You’re sure to wear the cutest outfit you can manage to put together and bake the best batches of cookies you’ve ever baked. 

“Where are you going?” Ted asks with his brow raised, watching Schlatt with his arms crossed as Schlatt sneaks through the castle halls. 

Schlatt freezes and slowly turns. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m not going anywhere.” 

“Sureeeee,” Ted draws, not convinced at all. “You’re just creeping through the halls in one of your best outfits going… nowhere.” 

Schlatt sighs, not being able to hide from his best friend. “I’m going to meet them.” 

Ted raises an eyebrow. “Them? The one you’ve been writing all those letters to? Are you sure that’s a good idea” 

“I know that it is. Please. Cover for me?”

Ted sighs but can’t deny Schlatt has been happier in the past couple weeks than he has been for the past couple months. “Okay fine. But you’d better bring me back one of those sugar cookies.” 

Schlatt gives Ted a toothy grin. “We’ll see.” 

You give him a shy smile as he appears. “Hey, you,” you greet standing, wiping your hands on your pants. 

“Hey sweets,” he greets back, his voice muffled through the mask still adorned on his face. You didn’t mind too much. He explained that it made him more comfortable, especially because in his work he has to wear something to cover his face under the helmet, it’s just easier for him to wear it. As much as you want to see his entire face, you were willing to respect his choices. 

“How are you?” 

“Can’t complain, especially now that I get to see your beauty standing before me.” 

You can’t stop the blush that floods your cheeks. “Oh hush. Here. I’ve made you something special.” You tell him, turning and grabbing the special baked good that you made him. “It’s a chocolate chocolate-chip brookie. Or a double chocolate chip cookie baked inside a brownie. I remember you said that you loved brownies and cookies and sometimes can’t choose which to have so I made you both… well two in one.” 

You raise your hand with one of the treats toward him, facing the basket still, still trying to will down the blush on your cheeks.

“Well, don’t mind if I do,” you have to hold in the jump as you feel his soft breath against your hand. You will yourself to stay in place as his lips brush against your outstretched fingers as he gently takes a bite out of the treat in your hand. A loud groan escapes him, similar to the one you heard the day the two of you met. “Okay, I take back everything I’ve said… This is the best thing I’ve ever eaten.” 

All of your hard work is ruined as the blood rushes back to your cheeks into a blush. “What have I told you about talking with your mouth full?” You deflect 

The treat is removed from your hand, his fingers brushing against your palm. “My apologies, your highness.” His words are even more mumbled, telling you he shoved the brookie all the way into his mouth. 

You scoff. “Careful now, you’ll get me hung for treason with that nickname.”

His laugh garbled out around the baked good. “Surely the king isn’t that cruel.” His hand rests on your shoulder and turns you to face him, the mask sitting on his face once again. 

You laugh back and shrug, “I don’t know. I’ve never met the man.” 

“Well I have. So I guess you’ll just have to take my word for it.” 

“Is that so?... I guess I’ll just have to trust you then.” 

You stare into his brilliant and beautiful eyes for a while longer before he moves, clearing his throat and gesturing forward, “Shall we then?” 

“I am getting sick of these games you’re playing, Jonathan.” King Philza booms loudly. 

Schlatt rolls his eyes and crosses his arms in front of his chest. “I’m not playing games with you father, I’ve told you. I want to marry for-”

“For love. I understand. But how can you marry for love when you push away every single option I give you. You haven’t given yourself a chance to fall in love with anyone I have brought before you and I am growing tired of it. If you do not pick someone within the next month, I will be choosing someone for you. End of story. Am I understood?”

Schlatt internally panics. He knew this day was coming. He knew he was pushing his father too far. He had held out for too long. His stomach drops… There’s only one person he could see himself marrying at this point… 

Assuming he had been understood, Philza turns to walk out the door. “Let’s throw a ball,” the words tumble from Schlatt’s lips. 

Phil turns back around with an eyebrow raised. “A ball?”

“You want me to marry quickly. I want to marry for love. So what better way than to throw a ball, invite everyone in the kingdom, emphasizing the invitations for single people, and then I’ll be able to talk and dance with people all night. And I swear to you, if we throw this ball I will find a betrothed by the end of the month.”

Phil is silent for a while. Tossing the words over in his head for a moment before giving a single nod. “So be it.” He then turns and exits the room. 

Schlatt lets out a harsh breath. Well that was easier than expected. Now to convince you to come to a ball. 

It takes less convincing than one might think. 

You get a letter from your Sir Charming, who tells you there will be a ball and that he wants you to come as his guest. He tells you that you’d be able to bring some of your baked goods to give out to nobles to promote your baking, plus you’d be able to see him. You hate to admit how much the latter of the two sold you on the idea. You sent back your acceptance of the invitation. 

The money you’ve gotten from selling your baked goods is supposed to go to a moving out fund, but you can’t help but take out a couple of the gold pieces that he gave you in the first meeting, finding it only fitting that his money buys your outfit for the ball

It’s a really pretty outfit, it fits you well enough, you had to buy it a size larger because they didn’t have your size and you didn’t have enough money to get it tailored. But it didn’t matter that much to you. Your mystery man had seen you in grubbier garment, anything would be a step up from what you met him in. 

The news of the ball gets announced to the entire kingdom, and your stepmother is perhaps more excited than you are. She thinks at least one of her daughters will win the heart of the prince. When you voice your want to go, she forbids you. You tell her that you don’t even want to be in the presence of the prince, you just want to see the snack table, she sneers at you but says nothing further, making you believe that perhaps she will allow you to go. 

You find yourself in your kitchen, finishing up some of the baked goods you were to take to the ball tonight. The loud clacking of your stepmother’s heels echo on the tile, the door swings open, your stepmother enters in a rage. Your heart stops as you look up from your desserts and see your outfit clutched in her hands. 

“What is this?” She hisses, waving the fabric at you as she gets closer. 

“My outfit for the ball,” you answer as calmly as you can, speaking around the lump in your throat. 

“Oh!” She lets out in mock surprise, “Is it now? I thought you said you were not going to be trying to win the attention of the prince.” 

You furrow your brow and remain standing straight with your shoulders squared back, “I am not. I have no intention of wooing the prince, stepmother.” 

“Then why have you chosen to wear such an attention seeking outfit? Surely you were planning on going behind my and my daughter’s back. I should have known you were going to do something like this.”

“Please, stepmother. You must believe me. I have no--” 

“I do not believe you, you little wench. You’ve always have looked for ways out of this house, to one up me and my daughters. I will stand for this no more.” 

You want so badly to lash out, to rip the outfit from her hands, go running from the room, and get dressed. But you can’t move. You can barely breathe. You can feel your heart pounding in your chest, your stomach turning, and your body locking up. You can only watch as your stepmother glides over to the stove. Her eyes glide over the stove top before smirking. She dunks the outfit into the melted chocolate you were going to use to cover some of the treats. 

To make matters worse, part of the cloth flops over the edge of the pan and lands directly on the open flame that was on to melt the chocolate. Your stepmother lets out a triumphant laugh as the outfit catches fire, turning around and leaving the kitchen.

The sound of the door closing behind her causes you to leap into action finally. You rip the outfit out of the pot and toss it in the sink, dousing it with water, extinguishing the flame. The chocolate clings to the fabric, refusing to let go easily as you put your entire being into scrubbing the outfit. 

Sobs begin falling from your lips as you realize, even if you get all of the chocolate out of this outfit, it will never dry in time for the ball. Plus. you don’t have fabric to sew up the part where the flame ate part of it. Your outfit is ruined. Your plans are ruined. The night is ruined. 

You barely register your stepmother calling for your stepsisters, telling them it was time to go, and the door opening and closing behind them. The world seems to spin around you, sinking you to your knees as you sob loudly, clutching the soaking web fabric to your chest. 

The cool tile welcomes you, the warmth of the oven soothes you, and the wetness of the outfit grounds you. The sobs turn into soft hiccups then to silent sniffles as you stare in front of you. Mentally you begin to write your apology letter to Sir Charming about your abscess from the ball. How you were going to go, you really were, you just didn’t have anything suitable to wear. 

He’ll probably ask you why you didn’t plan better. He’ll probably be angry. He may not want to speak to you again. You’ll just have to deal with it and beg for forgiveness. And if he decides not to forgive you…. You’ll just have to live with it. 

A soft knock echoes from the front door. You’re so in your own head, you’re not sure it’s a real sound, but then it comes again, a little louder this time. You muse it may be one of your steps who forgot something and didn’t think to bring a key. 

In a zombie-like fashion, you let the fabric drop from your hands before standing up slowly. It almost feels as if you’re floating as you move to the front door. Your hand somehow finds the doorknob, unlocking it, before turning it and opening it up. 

You startle slightly at the sight in front of you. A frail looking older man stands before you. He has grey hair, a hunchback, and a shawl that comes up and covers the top of his head and shoulders. “Oh… hello. Can I help you?” You ask softly, looking out past him wondering where he came from. Your house wasn’t necessarily in the middle of nowhere, but you definitely had your privacy from neighbors. You lived on the edge of the kingdom, no one ever really comes out here. 

“Hello there, deary.” His voice is kind and his lips turn upwards slightly. “I am sorry to bother you at this time of night, but I was just on my way home and my stomach let out an awful grumble and I was just wondering if you could spare a bite to eat? I won’t take much, I promise, just something to get me home.”

You don’t know what made you trust this stranger, maybe it was just your deep need to help those around you, maybe you were still in shock from what your stepmother had done minutes… an hour? You’re not sure. But you give him a smile. “Oh yes, of course. Please come in sir. Lucky for you, I was just making something sweet. So you can snack on that while I make you dinner.” 

You move out of the way and let the man enter your house. 

“Oh, please deary, no need to make me a whole meal.” 

“Nonsense,” you answer, guiding him into the kitchen, “I want to make sure you’re well fed for your journey home.” You hand him some of the cookies from the counter. “Here, make yourself at home.”

The man takes the cookie from your hands gently before sitting himself down at the counter. “You are far too kind… I wasn’t even sure anyone would be home. I heard the royal family is throwing a ball, and everyone is invited.” 

You can’t help the laugh that falls from your lips as you begin making dinner for this kind man. “Yes, well, my stepmother believed me unworthy to attend… went as far as to destroy my outfit…” you take a moment to look down at the outfit, still soaking at your feet. You snap yourself out of the stupor, “Sorry. Not to dump.” 

The man hums as he takes a bite of the cookie. “I see…. Oh this is delicious. You should run a bakery.” He exclaims. 

A shy smile plays on your lips as you plate his food. “That’s the goal…One day. Thank you… Anyway, dinner is served!” You place the plate in front of him, your smile growing. 

The man instantly digs in and hums in delight at the taste. The two of you converse as he eats, he talks about his life and you give him more insight into yours. Telling him of how you got your love of baking and your hopes of owning a bakery, but not working for the baker in the village. 

Soon, he’s down to his last bite of dinner. He pops it in his mouth before leaning back into his chair. “Wow, that hit the spot. Thank you again deary, for dinner and the delightful conversation…” 

You give him a smile, “Of course, it’s my pleasure… I just realized I never got your name.” 

“You can call me Quackity…AKA” 

Suddenly golden light surrounds the man in front of you, forcing a gasp out of your lips. “What’s going on?” You exclaim as the light draws closer to the man, glowing brighter. 

Through squinted eyes, you watch the wrinkles fall from the man’s face. It’s as if an ink pot spills from the shawl the rests on his head, his hair turning black. The fabric morphs into a dark grey beanie that remains covering the top part of his hair. His spine straightens, his outfit morphing into a sharp tuxedo with golden wings protruding from his back. His piercing eyes, suddenly getting covered by black sunglasses. 

The golden motes of light fade from existence, the old man no longer in front of you, a young man now sitting before you. 

“Your fairy godmother…father…papi? Ah who knows.” 

You stare wide-eyed, mouth agape at the man that now sits in front of you. “What the fuck?” You whisper. “Who are you?”

The young man tilts his head and gives a playful grin. “I just told you, silly. I’m your fairy god-Papi. You can also call me Quackity. But I’ve watched over you, and I had to make sure you were still a good person. We don’t have time for the full backstory, we have a ball to get you too, dulces.” 

You stare at him, your mouth moving like a fish out of water. “What are you talking about? I can’t go to the ball, my outfit is ruined, I don’t have a way to get there. I can’t… Don’t you have to get home?” 

Quackity laughs causing you to pout to play on your lips. Quackity notices, “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to laugh, you’re just too sweet. I know you think we just met, but you have to trust me. You’ve already let me in your home, you may as well trust me to do this as well.” 

You puff up your cheeks with air as you toss your thoughts back and forth, debating his words. Maybe you’re asleep. Maybe you crashed and fell asleep on the kitchen floor and this is all just a dream. At this point, that would make the most sense. You pinch the skin on your thigh, flinching but looking around. When nothing around you changes, you’re forced to take this situation as reality. Incredibly weird, fucked up reality. 

You meet Quackity’s bright eyes again, his kind smile never fading. “Okay.” You speak softly, letting your shoulders relax. “I trust you.” 

His grin grows bigger and he claps his hands once in delight, holding them in front of his chest for a brief moment, looking you over excitedly. “I knew I chose you for a reason. Let’s get this done then, shall we?” 

Quackity claps twice and the golden light fills your vision again, this time though, they’re surrounding you. Your clothes shift and change, the fabric changes and gets tighter to your body. Your hair moves around on its own, which feels weird at first, but then you realize that it feels like someone is doing your hair and you think back to your mother and father doing your hair when you were little. You feel the flour and the sugar fall from your face and your fingertips as the light cleans you up. 

Your gaze moves down to your feet and your breath catches at the shoes you now adorn. They’re breathtaking, literally apparently. They’re made of glass, the majority of the shoe being see through, but a gorgeous pattern of color, as if spun sugar swirled throughout. They’re insanely comfortable too. You’d think that shoes made of glass would be uncomfortable, but they’re not. They’re perhaps the most comfortable shoes you’ve ever worn. 

Soon, the light fades and you turn to find Quackity holding a mirror. The outfit is beautiful and truly made for a ball. It’s actually your size and fits you well in all of the right places. Your hair is beautiful as well, pulled back to show your face, but is done up in an intricate way. Your face, as you felt, is clear of the evidence of your baking. 

“I look good,” you whisper, turning slightly, examining yourself from different angles. 

“I know, I did well, didn’t I?” Quackity boasts, the feathers of his wings ruffling at the slight praise. 

You look from the mirror to catch his gaze. “You did. But I still don’t have a way there, I don’t want to walk.” 

Quackity shakes their head. “Oh yee of little faith. Grab those boxes of treats and follow me.” 

You whip around and find all of the baked goods you were working on packed neatly in your boxes. The magic must have moved them while you were getting dolled up. You blinked away the happy tears and scooped up the boxes and scurried out the door after Quackity. 

You stand back and watch as Quackity waves his hands around, the golden magic illuminating the dark night. It swirls around a pumpkin in your garden you were planning on using for a pie when it got ripe, making it grow larger and larger, changing from a thick orange pumpkin skin to a brilliant white carriage with golden details. 

The sheep that wanders your small farm gets surrounded by the light and is transformed into a beautiful woman who bends at the waist in front of you. “My lady,” she speaks. You curtsy back at her, giggling. You can’t believe this is real. 

Two field mice get transformed into a carriage driver and their assistant. Your carrier pigeon you’ve been using gets enlarged into a giant pigeon which the driver and assistant immediately move to get the pigeon hooked up to the carriage. Quackity moves over to stand by you, grinning as the golden light fades away as everything comes to order. “Ta da!” He says, holding his hands out and wiggling his fingers towards to new carriage and humans there to take you to the ball.

You can’t stop yourself from turning to him and throwing your arms around him, pulling him closely to you. He lets out a soft “oof” but wraps his arms around you, squeezing you tightly. “Thank you so much… fairy god….papi.” 

Quackity barks out a laugh but squeezes you tighter. “Of course, dulces. Now, this magic doesn’t come without a downside.” He says, pulling away and looking you in the eye. “Nothing too bad, but the magic will fade at midnight. The carriage will go back to a pumpkin, the footman back to mice and your sheep lady to a sheep. Your outfit will fade. It will all end at midnight. So, go, have fun at the ball, eat, drink, make friends, do it all. But when that clock strikes midnight, run like hell little lady.” 

You give him a short nod. “I understand… thank you. Will I ever see you again?” 

Quackity smiles softly, his hand moving to cup your cheek. “I’ll never be far away from you, dulces.” 

You know that means probably not, buy you decide to ignore it as you give him another hug. 

He hugs you back before  pulling away again. “Enough sap, you have a ball to go to. Go on! Get!” He pushes you toward the open door of the carriage. You giggle, gather the boxes of baked goods you had set down, and move to the carriage. 

Puffy, the lady in waiting, climbs in the carriage after you, closing the door behind her, before hitting the top of the carriage, causing the driver to give a shout and the carriage rocks forward. 

You glance out the window toward the house and find Quackity watching the carriage leave, his hands pressed to his chest. You bring your hand up and give a small wave. Quackity raises his hand and waves after you, until you cannot see him any longer. 

Schlatt was going a little crazy. It was as if the entire kingdom had shown up. Everyone was here. Everyone but you. You had promised that you would come in the letter that you sent a week ago, but maybe you had changed your mind. He hopes you hadn’t though. Afterall, he swore to his father he would be betrothed by the end of this night. 

He had met countless single village people, all trying to bat their eyes hard enough to make him take a second glance, but none of them were you. He found himself slumping down in his throne, brushing off the glare his father threw over his shoulder. Pretending not to hear the, “This is what you wanted. At least act like you want to be here.” He hissed over. Schlatt just rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. 

It becomes apparent he has met everyone here tonight and still no sign of you. Until there’s a large commotion by the snack table. His gaze shoots over and his heart picks up at the sight. It’s you. You look so different from the other times he’s seen you, but it is you. He’s on his feet in an instant and rushing over. 

You arrive later than everyone else at the ball, but honestly you’re totally okay with that. Less attention to yourself. You give a small bow to your servants for the evening, giving your carrier pigeon a few scritches before ducking into the castle. You hope you’ll be able to find your Sir Charming quickly so you can stick to him for the entire night. You decide you’ll first hit up the snack table to set up your baked goods and sign for the other nobles to taste just like Sir Charming said to do. 

You find the table is already packed with baked goods from the bakery. You take it upon yourself to begin moving some of the treats over to make room for your treats. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” A familiar voice booms from behind you. 

You roll your eyes at the voice but turn around and face the baker, Mr. Lou Hamani. “I was invited to display my baked goods at this ball. So I’m simply making room.” You answer before turning back around and putting more desserts out. 

Lou moves to stand beside you at the table and begins to grab at your treats. “I think not you disrespectful child. I am being paid by the king’s advisor himself for these desserts. I will not have you screwing over my chance to impress the nobles that are here today at this ball. You will pack up and leave at once.” 

“I will do no such thing, I was invited to set up shop here by a castle staff member and I intend to do so.” You huff. Lou pays your words no mind and continues to gather up the things you’ve baked in his arms. “Hey, put those down. Give those back.” If he hears you he pretends like he doesn’t and cotiunes what he’s doing. It’s then you begin to try and grab your treats out of his hands. 

The baker snaps at you, “get your hands off of me.” 

“Give me my things back!” 

You’re so invested in what is going on in front of you that you don’t realize that the entire ballroom’s eyes are on you. 

In the middle of your squabble, someone loudly clears their throat. You then realize you’re in public and everyone can see you. You decide to still not care and face it with confidence. The baker looks over his shoulder and seems to pale at the sight. Your brow slightly furrows and you turn around. 

Deep pools of chestnut brown lock with yours and they’re just as fucking beautiful as the day you first met them. They fill you with a sense of calm, but at the same time nerves as butterflies fill your stomach. You think you will never tire of looking him in the eyes. 

You find your eyes drifting down and you feel your stomach lurch and your heart stop. You’re seeing his face uncovered for the first time. He’s so fucking handsome… 

So fucking handsome with those god fucking damn mutton chops. 

“Your highness,” you hear the baker greet shakily from behind you. 

Your thoughts are confirmed. The man you met that day in the market, the one you’ve been sending letters to, the one you met once more, the one you’ve been slowly developing feelings for. Is Prince fucking Schlatt himself. Of fucking course he never told you his name. Of fucking course he never showed his face. It’s been him this whole time. 

Oh fuck. 

You’ve shit talked about him to his fucking face. 

You’re fucked. 

Gods. You look beautiful. He didn’t know anyone could ever look this good. He’s so fucking happy you came. 

His eyes meet yours and he can tell you’re in shock. He was a bit surprised you figured it out, that your Sir Charming was actually the prince. The other part of him feels fuzzy that you can recognize him just from his eyes. He can only hope that you forgive him for lying to you. 

“Mr. Hamani,” He greets easily, his eyes not leaving yours. He’s trying to decipher what it is you’re thinking, but your shocked expression masks any else you may be thinking. “Would you kindly unhand my favorite baked goods from my favorite baker? You’ll have to forgive me sir, while I find your treats delicious, I find theirs simply irresistible. I invited them and told them to set up shop here. I apologize that no one informed you in advance.” 

The baker stutters but gives a quick bow. “Of course, your highness. No need to apologize to me. I was simply surprised at their appearance is all. They have always been rather disruptive and I wanted to ensure it wasn’t something of that sort happening again… I apologize, your highness.” 

Schlatt gives a simple wave of his hand. “Forgiven.” He speaks. 

The baker dumps the treats from his hands back on \to the table and scurries away. Schlatt strides over and snatches up a double chocolate chip cookie and takes a bite, moaning at the taste, before turning to face you. He gives a shy smile. 

“Hello.” 

“Hello,” he states softly as if nerves have invaded his entire stomach. As if he has a right to be nervous after the shit he let you get away with. 

“Hello,” You answer tensely. 

The two of you stand there, staring at each other for a moment. You haven’t even noticed that the entire ballroom is still at a standstill, staring. 

You’re the first to move. You charge forward at him, your finger rising in the air, pointing directly at him. “You. I can’t believe that you-” 

Prince Schlatt grabs your hand out of the air, bows, and brings the back of your hand up to his lips. The feeling of his soft lips on your hand sets the flesh there ablaze. You feel your face flush with searing heat along with the heat that floods your entire body. He mutters your name softly, lips still pressed to your hand, sending butterflies soaring in your stomach. 

“Prince Schlatt.” You utter, curtsying slightly. 

He stands back up to his full height and gives you a soft, lopsided grin. “May I have this dance?” 

All of the heated words you wanted to sling his way die on your tongue. You can’t help but wonder if this is all a prank. Like if you accept, he is going to laugh in your face and you’re going to be tossed in the dungeon. 

But then you meet his eyes. 

Those damn fucking eyes. 

They tell you so much, you’re surprised they didn’t tell you who you had been speaking to this entire time. 

They tell you to trust him. That he truly means what he is saying. That he wants nothing more than for you to say yes, because he wants to dance with you. Truly, deeply, wants to dance with you.

Hope. 

His eyes fill with hope. 

And how can you say no to hope. 

“You may.” 

Schlatt is probably the happiest he’s ever been when you accept his offer to dance. His grin widens significantly before he leads you to the middle of the ballroom. He bows to you and you curtsy. The band strikes up a beautiful waltz song and the two of you begin to dance. 

He notices that you’re working hard to follow his moves. It dawns on him that you are indeed a commoner and so you don’t have the dance training drilled into you as he has. He slows his pace down and smiles brightly as your shoulders sag in relief as you catch up with him. 

“Sorry,” you mumble for a third time as you step on his toes once more. 

“Please stop apologizing. I do not mind. Truly…” 

He stares at you beaming, trying to make you see the truth. You seem to only slightly believe him. He clears his throat and pauses for a moment. “Here, step on my feet. I’ll move us around the ballroom.” 

He smiles through you raising your eyebrows as if to ask if he was serious. He nods encouragingly. 

You realize that he’s not going to move again until you comply. So you do. You carefully step both of your feet onto his, praying the glass shoes are as comfortable on top of his feet as they are on yours. If they’re not, he makes no show of it. His smirk grows impossibly wide and begins to move around once more. 

The rest of the room fades away. He can see no others in the ballroom. His gaze is focused on you and you alone. He whispers jokes to you and feels his heart warm when you toss your head back in laughter. 

With you, he’s not the prince. 

He’s just Schlatt. 

He couldn’t be more thankful for you.

You couldn’t help but feel slightly embarrassed as Prince Schlatt dances you across the room. Your father always told you not paying attention to your mother’s dance lessons would come back to bite you. You never thought you’d see the day that would come to fruition. 

But he moved you around with such ease that it made you feel as if you were floating. It didn’t matter you didn’t know how to dance, he was there. He was helping you through. He was there for you. 

Your mind takes that thought and runs with it. 

You think back to you waiting everyday eagerly for his letters to arrive. The way you blossomed under his praise, both of you and your baking. Ever since the moment you met him, he always was there to catch you. You can’t think of a single moment in the past couple months where your mind wasn’t filled with the thoughts of him. 

He has always been there. 

The music ends and the two of you bow to each other. A round of applause startles the two of you out of your bubble. You look around and find several other couples had joined you on the dance floor, but most people had stayed pressed on the sidelines, watching the dances. Those are the ones that were now applauding. Your face flushes once more and you duck your head down as you step off of Prince Schaltt’s feet and away from him. 

If the prince notices you trying to put distance between the two of you, he doesn’t make it known. He instead grabs your hand once more, pressing another kiss to the back of your hand. 

“Come on, I must introduce you.” He states simply before moving towards the front of the room where his family sat. 

Your heart leaps to your throat, eyes widening as the royal family draws nearer and nearer. Somewhere in your brain had registered that if your Sir Charming was the Prince Schlatt, then his father would then be King Philza. But that didn’t actually click until now. 

Until the King, Queen, and other Prince were rising to meet you. 

“Father, Mother… brother,” Schlatt greets with a wide smile giving them a bow. “It is my honor to introduce you to my guest of honor for the evening.” You can barely believe it’s your name that then falls from his lips. 

Through the fog in your head, you thank yourself for remembering to give a deep bow to the royal family of the land. “Your majesties. Thank you for allowing me… everyone into your home. Everything about this ball is beautiful and perfect.” You give yourself a pat on the back for sliding in that compliment. 

“Everything except the pastries from the local baker it seems.” King Philza’s tone is so deep and regal it’s incredibly hard to register the joking tone. 

You swallow hard. “Forgive me, your highness. Mr. Hamani and I have never gotten along. I should not have brought our feud inside your home.” 

King Philza gives a dismissive wave. 

“It’s quite alright, dear.” Queen Kristen speaks up, her tone soft and gentle. “Sometimes men allow their egos to get in the way.” 

You can’t help but giggle along with her and nod along. 

“Dear!” King Philza lets out in a slight aghast tone. 

“Oh do not tell me I am wrong, my love. You should know this better than anyone.” 

The King does not have a response back for that. He instead turns back around and catches your eye. His gaze is so piercing you cannot help but look down at your feet. “We will not keep you any longer. Please, enjoy the ball.” 

“But I haven’t had a chance to talk with them yet!” Prince Tommy whines, stepping forward to stand with his father. 

The King rests a hand on his back and opens his mouth to speak but Prince Schaltt cuts him off. “Nor will you ever. We are off to enjoy the ball now. Farewell.” 

Before anyone in his family can get a word in, Prince Schlatt pulls you away. He beelines to the snack table, the people around it parting to allow him access to the table. Almost all of your baked goods are gone, stuffed in the hands of the attendees, all wanting to see just what made Prince Schlatt deny the local baker. 

Schlatt snaggs two of the double chocolate chip cookies and one of the brookies from the table and continues on his way, still pulling you away. Instead of stopping somewhere in the grand ballroom, he pulls you completely out of the castle and into the royal gardens. 

He stops in front of a bench in front of a fountain. He takes a seat and pats the bench next to him, silently inviting you to sit down. 

You do not sit down.

Instead, you take a couple paces back and forth in front of him, before you turn on your heel to face him. “I cannot fucking believe you!” You finally let out all of your nerves and frustrations into the sentence. 

Prince Schlatt startles slightly, coughing as a crumb of his cookies go down the wrong pipe. He clears his throat and goes to speak up but you don’t give him the chance. 

“You fucking asshole. You let me talk shit about your father… about you to your face the first time we met. Let me talk about your mutton chops. Never stopping to correct me or let me know who you were. You let me call you Sir Charming, never once stopping to tell me your name. How did I let this go this far? You let me write you letters everyday and you wrote me back! You told me so much about you and your life, but didn’t tell me this? This seems pretty fucking big, your highness. Oh my fucking gods. Oh my gods. I can’t fucking believe you. Holy fucking shit. You’re such a fucking asshole.” 

You can’t stop your hand from coming up and slapping his shoulder, pushing him back, not hard enough to push him off but hard enough to prove a point. 

He says nothing for a few moments, letting you breathe through it and calm down, before a grin splits his face. “Yeah. But it was hot. I liked being put in my place during our first meeting. It was interesting to hear your perspective. Someone talking to a complete stranger, not trying to kiss my ass and make me feel good about myself… though with the way you were talking about my chops, maybe you did just a bit of the latter anyway.” 

You let out a frustrated groan as the heat floods your cheeks. “Fuck you.” 

He reaches out and cups your cheek, bringing you down a bit to press a kiss to your forehead. “Yeah, yeah.” 

You take a few more deep breaths before allowing yourself to plop down beside him. You rest your head against his shoulder, forgetting your properness for a moment, taking another deep breath. “I can’t fucking believe you.” You mutter one final time. 

Schlatt turns and presses a kid to the top of your head before resting his head on the top of your head. He lets the silence sit for a while before he clears his throat and speaks again. “I am sorry, by the way.” 

You don’t speak, which he’s partially grateful for, it allows him to process his thoughts further. But on the other hand, he can’t see your face so he can’t tell if the silence is back. 

“I am sorry for not telling you. For lying about who I am… I… You didn’t know me and yet I wanted to know you…but I knew I wouldn’t get that chance if I was honest about who I was. You had a preconceived notion about who I am and I wanted a chance to show you that’s not all of who I am… I didn’t mean for the lie to go on this long. And I do feel back for lying. And I really am sorry.” 

Your silence kills him. His heart hammers in his chest. But then he feels you turn and nervously press a quick kiss to his cheek. “I forgive you.” The three words are the sweetest he’s ever fall from the lips of another. “I get it. I appreciate your apology and I forgive you, Prince Schlatt.” 

“Jonathon.” 

The name escapes his lips before he can stop it. 

“Hmm?” You hum, pull your head from his shoulder to look him in the eye, your brows furrowed. 

His eyes meet your and his heart pounds quickly in his chest. His stomach turning over and over again, churning with nerves. “Jonathon. My name is Jonathon. Call me Jonathon.” 

“Jonathon.” You echo. 

Schlatt takes back his previous thoughts. Several people have called him his given name before. But this? Now? When it falls from your lips? It is certainly the sweetest it has ever sounded. 

He gives a small nod with a shy smile. 

“I forgive you, Jonathon.” 

He could pass away right then and there. 

“I’m sorry I had to step on your feet so you could dance me around the ballroom.” 

“I forgive you… would you like me to teach you how to dance?”

“Would you?” 

“I would. I wouldn’t offer if I wouldn’t.” 

“I don’t want to dance in front of everyone.”

“Who said anything about going back to the ballroom. We can dance right here.” 

Schlatt leads you through several steps very slowly, picking up the pace only after he was sure you were comfortable with the steps. 

Soon enough you were dancing like a pro. So much so that you could focus on the conversation between the two of you rather than the steps you were taking. 

The two of you talked and danced privately in the gardens all night. You offered several times to go back to the ballroom, the man throwing the ball should at least be in there for longer than a couple moments. He ignored that and said he would rather spend time with the one he threw it for. You can’t help but blush at that. 

You’re having such a fun time that you almost forget about the magic’s stipulation. Almost. 

 Jonathon spins you around once more, and pulls you in close to his chest. When you look up at him, you see he’s suddenly a lot closer than you realized. “Oh!” you let out softly. “Sorry,” you apologize, going to move away. 

Jonathon’s hold on you tightens, keeping you in place. “No need to be sorry… I like having you close,” he whispers. Your eyes stray down to his lips as he speaks. They look so soft… so plush… so kissable. 

“I like being close to you,” the confession uttered before you can stop it. 

The corners of his lips up turn in a small smile. The two of you stand there, frozen in time for a moment before he begins to lean in. You move to meet him. Your lips are about to meet when the grandfather clock that sits across the garden echoes out a loud chime. 

It causes you to jump and turn to look at it. 

It’s midnight. 

“Oh fuck.” You let out. “Is that clock accurate?” You ask, pulling yourself from Jonathan’s arms. 

He frowns, brows furrowing slightly, following your gaze. “Oh that old thing? Uhhh, just about. It’s 15 minutes fast. Why?” 

You ignore his question and begin to move back toward the inside of the castle. “Fuck. I have to go. I’m sorry. I’ll see you later. I have to go.” 

“Wait,” He calls after you, calling your name. “Slow down. Come back. Please. You don’t have to leave.” 

“You don’t understand,” You call back, picking up your pace. “I do.” 

Without paying attention, you burst back into the ballroom. Several eyes falling on you, eyebrows raised. You pay no mind still and run, trying to push your way past everyone in the room, but people keep coming up to you to talk to you. 

A hand on your wrist spins you around and you lock eyes with those beautiful chestnuts you’ve grown so fond of. His eyes scream worry and panic, silently begging you to stop running. 

You yourself must look panicked and frantic in a different way. Like a wild animal that has been caged and is about to start lashing out. 

“Please.” You whisper. “Help me.” 

The grip on your wrist loosens. Schlatt may not understand, but he will always do everything he can in order to be the person you need at any given moment. 

“Everyone!” He calls out loudly, moving towards the refreshment table. “Please come over here and join me in a toast to celebrate this evening.” 

The crowd instantly leaves you, allowing you a path to exit the room and then the castle. You’ve never been happier to see the grass as you are now. 

“Stop! Wait! Halt in the name of the Prince!” You turn slightly and look over your shoulder and find a knight with fluffy brown hair and square glasses chasing after you. In the moment, you recognize him as Charlie, one of Schlatt’s best friends/knights. 

“Oh fuck!” You shout. The magic was starting to fade already, you can tell, because all of the sudden it was hard to run in your glass shoes. You bend down and kick them both into your awaiting hands. You turn for a sharp moment, throwing one of your shoes at the knight. He lets out a loud startled scream, stopping for just long enough for you to run to your carriage. 

“Go! Go! Go!” You shout at your footmen and lady. They waste no time before kicking up and bolting out and away from the palace. You look out the window and find Charlie has stopped chasing you, one hand on his hip, the other holding your glass shoe up to the light in an inspection. 

You slump back in your seat, letting out a deep sigh. 

“That was way too close.” 

After getting all of his guests to make a toast, Schlatt books it out of the ballroom. He races to the front lawn. His head whips back and forth, peering down the road to try and see any sign of a moving carriage. 

Footsteps sound from either side of him. His head turns and he meets the eyes of Ted who gives a pitying look and a shake of his head. Schlatt looks to the other side and meets Charlie’s eyes who also shakes his head. His eyes drift down to Charlie’s hands, and there was the shoe. Your beautiful glass shoe. 

Schlatt slowly reaches out and carefully takes the shoe from his friend’s grasp and clutches it to his chest. He turns his eyes back down the main road, staring off letting out a soft sigh. Hands clasp on both of his shoulders in a silent comfort. 

The magic faded when you were nearly home. You had to herd a sheep, two mice, and your carrier pigeon back home all while carrying your big ass pumpkin in slightly damp clothes barefoot as you had thrown your one shoe and taken off the other. Your shoe though did not fade with the magic, you weren’t sure if that made you happy or sad. By the time you made it back, you were exhausted. You quickly put everything back where it was supposed to go, taking a quick shower, tucking the shoe under your bed, and collapsing in your room. 

You’re not sure how long you were asleep for before the door to your room slammed open. It startles you awake from your deep sleep. You look up and in a silhouette from the hallway light, is your stepmother. Your heart leaps to your throat, trying to take deep breaths in through your nose trying to calm down. 

“Stepmother,” you greet groggily. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” 

“You insolent child.” She hisses. “I thought I made myself very clear. You were not to go to the ball. And what do you do, but steal the prince away for the whole evening?” 

“I do not know what you’re speaking about, stepmother.” 

She shoots a sharp glare at you. “You know exactly what I speak of… No matter. With the way you went running from the ball I’m sure the prince realized his mistake. Choosing you to dance and spend time with. With the way he let you go, I’m sure it’s that he realized you are not and will never be good enough for him. You? A low life orphan baker? Royalty? Never.” 

Her words sting like the venom they are. But you can’t help but realize she’s right. No matter what you do, you’ll always be an orphan that so happens to be good at baking. You would be an awful royal. 

Maybe that’s why he chose to help you escape rather than continue to chase after you. 

Maybe he realized it too. 

You will the tears to not fall as you stick your chin out a little further. “I do not know what you’re speaking about, stepmother. Now if you don’t mind I’d like to get some more sleep.” 

She is a touch surprised at your instance, certain that her words would break you. She gives you another glare, but grabs the doorknob and slams the door to your bedroom. 

You flop back on your bed and stare up at the ceiling for a long moment. You don’t realize you’re crying until the tears pool in your ear canal. You bring your hands up and wipe them away, rolling onto your side and clutching at one of your pillows. 

You had to end it… whatever it was. 

The clock on his wall warns him it’s 3 am, but Schlatt ignores it in favor of pacing back and forth in front of a table where the shoe was perched. Every so often he paused to look over the shoe before pacing again. 

“Why did you run?” He asks the shoe, staring at it as if it will give a response. “Where did you go… why did you throw this shoe at Charlie’s head?” A small smile breaks on his face as he pictures the scene Charlie described to him three hours ago. “I would have given anything to see it… to be there myself… to stop you myself.” 

He stands still for a moment longer before pacing again. 

“Maybe… maybe you found it all to be too much…” He speaks, slowing down his steps. “It all caught up to you… didn’t it. It all sank in. You realized truly who I was and you had to get out… You… you don’t want me.” 

He stops again, plopping down on the edge of his bed. “I suppose I can’t fault you… But I deeply wish you hadn’t run.” He flops backwards and stares up at the ceiling. 

It was going to end… whatever it was. 

Schlatt didn’t realize that he had fallen asleep until he wakes up. He spends a good amount of time staring up at the ceiling. Every knock on the door gets a “go away” as he lays in bed wallowing in his own self pity. The knocks stop for a couple hours. But then they’re back again. 

Schlatt startles out of his thought spiral and this knock on the door, this one louder than all the others. He groans at the sound, rolling over on his side and tugging a pillow over his head, blocking out most of the noise. “Go away,” He calls out, tucking himself into his bed further. 

The silence makes him believe whoever was outside listened to him. That is until the door opens and shuts behind him. He groans from the back of his throat, rolling himself over and sitting up. “I said, go away-- father-” He interrupts himself as his eyes meet his father’s green ones. 

Philza raises an eyebrow and the corners of his lips turn up slightly at his son’s behavior. “Good day to you too, Jonathan.” 

“Good day, dad.” Schlatt mumbles, sitting himself up properly. Schlatt moves his feet up slightly to make room for Philza as he moves and sits down on the end of Schlatt’s bed. 

Philza’s hand smooths over the blankets as he gives a glance around the room. His eyes catch on the shoe, still propped up on the table. “They gave you their shoe?” He asks, amusement lacing his tone. 

Schlatt huffs a laugh. “More like, threw it at Charlie’s head.” 

Philza doesn’t hold back and lets the laugh escape his lips. “Oh I knew I liked them. You picked well son. An excellent love match.” 

Schlatt sighs and turns to lay on his side, back facing his dad. “Apparently not. She ran away. I assume because she couldn’t handle me… who I really am. I don’t blame her after all the time I spent lying to her.” 

Phil furrows his brow and questions what Schlatt means by that. With nothing left to hide, Schlatt divulges the entire relationship. How they met and met again (which Phil was not happy about but decided now was not the time to bring it up) and how they sent letters to each other nearly everyday and how he knew they didn’t know his name but never told them his name or who he really is. How he had thrown the ball hoping they’d come and they did and how it has all been for them but it’s all been for nother. 

Phil nods along, listening carefully. He lets Schlatt take deep breaths after his rant. “I knew something was up.” Schlatt meets his eyes, curious but does not speak. “You’ve been so much happier in these past few weeks than I can remember… And you were so insistent on a love match. Deep down I knew… So my only question is why the hell are you moping around this room when you should be out there looking for them?”

“Didn’t you hear me, dad? They don’t want me. They ran away.” 

“Did they tell you they didn’t want you? Look you in the eyes and say ‘Prince Schlatt I do not want you?’”

“No but--”

“No buts, son. I haven’t seen you this happy in years. I know that you’re in love with them, whether you realize it or not. I know because you look at them the same way I look at your mother. And they wouldn’t have spent the whole night with you if they didn’t love you too. They wouldn’t have given you a clue telling you to come get them if they didn’t.” Philza motions to the shoe. “So again, I ask you. Why the hell are you moping around this room when you should be out there looking for them?”

The words resonate with Schlatt, filling him with hope, that maybe, just maybe you love him like he loves you… damn. Yeah. He loves you. 

“You’re right… I have to go dad, I have to…” Schlatt shoots up out of bed and digs through his closet and throws on a random outfit. “I have to get Ted and Charlie and a whole group and we have to go looking. Door to door. I have to find them. I am going to find them.” He runs a hand through his hair before whipping around to face his father with a grin. He rushes forward and presses a kiss on his father’s cheek. “Thanks, dad.” 

You sat staring at the blank piece of paper in front of you. What to say to the man that makes you feel everything. You twirl your pen in between your fingers a couple times. Letting out a sigh, you lean back for a moment, looking out the window. Your attention gets caught by the pigeon beside you who lets out a coo. You sigh again, reaching out and giving the bird scritches. “Hey there,” you murmur. The bird leans into your fingers, rubbing against you more. “Yeah… I know this letter won’t write itself.” The bird cocks its head and coos. “Yeah, just one more letter… a goodbye. I know you must be excited, you won’t have to carry my messages anymore.” Another coo. “Well, of course I’ll let you fly around outside. I’m not a monster.” It blinks at you. “Well I have to tell him something! I can’t just stop speaking to him. I need him to know… It’s quite literally not him. It’s me. I’ll never deserve him… no matter how much I care… for him.” The bird lets out a sharp and short coo. “Fucking hell. You’re right. I love him. Gods damn it I love him so much. Oh this is going to be a nightmare.” 

Schlatt sighs in frustration as he and his knights trudge to the castle. They’ve knocked on every single door in the kingdom and not a single one did you stand behind it. The sun was setting the knights stomachs were grumbling so Schlatt decided to call it a day and head back to the castle, determined to start again tomorrow. 

He picks at his dinner, tossing and turning it over with his fork, giving half hearted replies to questions that he’s really not paying attention to. He can’t help but replay every interaction he’s had with you over again, followed closely by several notable interactions he had throughout the day. One where the woman had caked her face in flour hoping to prove herself to be the baker. Another that when she answered the door said “I am not interested!” with a smug smile, as if she really did something, and then slammed the door in his face. As if he would be interested in her? He very clearly was looking for someone. 

His head is heavy with everyone he’s seen and spoken to today, he’s just ready to turn in for the night. 

And then he hears it. 

That beautiful coo he’s grown accustomed to listening for every day. The tell tale sign that you have sent him a letter. It’s Bob. Your carrier pigeon. 

And he has a letter attached to his leg. 

Schlatts posture instantly straightens and he holds out his finger, letting out a soft coo of his own. Everyone turned in confusion and watched Schlatt. Ted was about to speak before Bob landed on his fingers and stuck out his leg. Schlatt carefully took the rolled paper and fed the pigeon a couple nuts

Schlatt carefully unrolled the letter and began to read. 

My dearest, Prince Charming, 

I guess now that I know who you truly are it is only correct that I change the sir in your title to Prince. My prince… I had the most magical time last evening with you. Dancing around in your private garden is certainly something I will never forget and will always be grateful for. It was so incredibly sweet of you to give me your undivided attention. 

It unfortunately has come to my own attention that I am not good for you. I do not deserve you my sweet prince. I could never be someone that you deserve. I am a simple orphan that happens to be good at baking. No matter how hard I would try, you would always be way out of my league. 

I hope you find the love match that you seek. I hope you find someone good and kind, with a loving heart that will deserve you and be someone worthy of your love and care. Someone worthy of you throwing an entire ball for them. I don’t know how I ever thought I could be that person. I am so sorry…

I love you, Jonathon. 

But you deserve so much more than me. 

Yours, 

Your name is signed at the bottom of the letter as it always is. He reads the second to last line, once, twice, a thousand times, until he’s convinced himself that it’s real. That you really wrote that you love him. He didn’t care about the other stuff that you wrote. Well he kind of did. But he knew it was bullshit. If anything it’s him who doesn’t deserve you. 

If only he could find you to tell you this….

And then it hits him. 

He springs up from the table and rushes out, startling everyone in the dining room with him. The pigeon flaps its wings and lands on his shoulder, used to being carted around. Schlatt runs to his room where he grabs a pen and paper of his own. He scribbles “I love you,” before snatching the shoe off the table and rushing outside. Ted and Charlie rush out behind him, confused at the rush. 

“Schlatt, what are we doing?” They ask. 

Schlatt elects to ignore them as he hands Bob the messily rolled piece of paper. “Here, Bob. Show me the way to them.” Bob takes the paper, coos softly, and takes off. 

Schlatt instantly begins to race after the bird, Ted and Charlie following close behind. How relieved he was to finally find a way to find you. Bob would certainly lead him to you. He could only hope he could keep up with the bird. 

Schlatt was feeling winded by the time he reached the small house on the edge that borders the kingdom and the forest. He hadn’t thought to make his way all the way out here, thinking you lived closer to the village with the way you walked to the market. Obviously he had been wrong. 

Either way, he could only pray that Bob had led him to the right place. 

He couldn’t tell if the tightness in his chest and the shortness of breath was just from him running all this way or if it was his nerves. He decided to call it ‘a bit of column a and a little of column b’ and call it a night. 

The three approached the door, each taking deep breaths calming themselves from the journey taken to get here. Schlatt looks over his shoulder apprehensively at Ted and Charlie. He had knocked on over a hundred doors today, it didn’t make sense that this was the one he got nervous on. 

His best friends each gave him an easy smile and a kind and encouraging nod, eager for the prince to knock. Schlatt turned back to the door, letting out a breath, shaking his arms out, before reaching up and giving a sturdy knock. 

It’s silent on the other side of the door for a long moment. Schlatt’s heart pounds so hard in his chest he has to swallow hard to get it back down to his chest. The door know turns quickly and the door is pulled open and an older woman stands before him. He tries to not let his disappointment show, especially as surprise and utter delight paints her face. 

The woman drops to a quick curtsy. “Your highness,” she greets. Her voice sounds like nails on a chalkboard and it takes everything Schlatt has to not visibly recoil. “To what do we owe the pleasure?” 

A small bout of hope flutters down his spine causing Schlatt to stand straighter at the word “we.” “I am not sure if you have heard, but have been searching the entire kingdom for the one I danced with last night. Do you have any children, my lady?” 

The woman brightens up even more and squares her shoulders back. “As a matter of fact I do. I have two.” The woman turns and cups her mouth. “GIRLS,” She hollers, causing the boys to shutter at the loud call. 

Footsteps race across the wooden floor and two younger women appear. Schlatt feels a huge wave of disappointment was over his being as he looks at their faces and realizes they’re not you. He doesn’t hide his distaste as the girls push each other, trying to stand straighter and puff out their chest larger than the other.

“Neither of these young women are who I am looking forward… Does anyone else live here? A servant or a stable hand? Perhaps a cook?” Schlatt asks, taking a single step forward, looking around the room hoping for some kind of sign of you. 

The woman’s face sours at the question before her mask gets put back in it’s place. “No one else, your highness. Although I can assure you, my daughters are perfectly suitable--” 

“What’s that?” Schlatt interrupts as a noise sounds from one of the adjacent rooms. It sounded like metal being set down on a counter. “I thought you said no one else lived here.” 

The woman swallows harshly and moves to stand in front of the door. “That… that is just the cook your highness, they do not live here… or at least soon will not,” she mutters the latter part with venom before turning back to Schlatt, a perfect smile posing on her lips. “No one to concern yourself with, truly.” 

Any sense of trust for the woman is washed away when the scent hits his nose. He would be able to pick that scent out of a million different ones. It’s one of the best things he’s ever smelled. 

He would be able to recognize the scent of your double chocolate chip cookies. 

And he knows you’re in there. 

“By order of the king, I demand you step aside.” He barely recognizes his voice as it escapes his lips. It’s deep and authoritative… damn as each day passes he sounds more and more like his father… he’ll have to correct that. 

The woman opens his lips to protest. 

Deciding he wants to hear no more of his voice, he gently pushes the woman’s shoulder out of the way. His hand finds the door knob and he throws open the door without care. He breath is ripped from his lungs as he sees the person who stands in the kitchen… in front of those unmistakable chocolate chocolate chip cookies.

“It’s you.” 

The door slamming open scares the shit out of you. 

The entire day you had been lost in your own head. You finished the letter and gave it to your pigeon to take to Schlatt. As soon as it had left your sight, you made your way to the kitchen in a daze where you let yourself begin baking whatever your heart was feeling in the moment. 

It was only when you were beginning to clean up the batter dishes did you realize what you had made… and who you had made it for. You let yourself drift back into your head as you watched the cookies bake  through the oven window. You knew you would probably never see him again. Especially not after this letter. 

You took them out of the oven and let the pan clatter to the counter without much of a care. The soft cooing of your pigeon drew your attention away. You turned to greet it when you caught sight of the paper on it’s leg. Confusion fills you as you carefully take the paper. 

I love you.

It can’t be. 

The door bursts open, causing you to jump and whip around. Those damn fucking beautiful eyes. They always seem to follow you. To haunt you. Especially in your own house, those fucking chesnut brown eyes that say everything that you want to hear all without saying a word.

“It’s you.” 

Oh fuck he’s actually here. 

What the fuck? 

What is he doing here???

“What are you doing here?” 

His eyes don’t leave yours as he surges forward. One of his arms wraps around your waist, the other moving behind your neck, hand moving up to cradle the back of your head. “What are you doing here? Why did you run away?” 

You stare at him in disbelief, mouth opening and closing a few times. “Did you not get my letter? I’m no good for you, Jon--Prince Schlatt, I do not deserve you, your highness. You deserve someone much better than me. Surely you--” 

“Don’t you understand,” he whispers, cutting you off. “There is no one better.” 

“But your highness--” 

“Don’t call me that.” 

“What?”

“You know what. Don’t call me that. That’s not my name. Not to you.” 

You let out a sigh and rub your flour coated hands on your apron. “Jonathon.” 

The smile that spreads across his face nearly makes you melt into a puddle. “There it is.” He murmurs, drawing his face closer to yours. “That’s my name.”

“Jonathon,” You repeat, trying to pull your blushing face away from his to no avail. You clear your throat and continue. “As per my letter, you deserve so much better than me. I am sure you can find someone-” 

“Did you mean it?”

You look at him partly confused, partly annoyed at him continuing to interrupt you. “Mean what?” 

“Did you mean it when you signed that you love me?” 

Your heart stops in your chest. You forgot you said that part. You don’t think you would have said it had you known it would have caused him to come bursting into your kitchen. You look at him in disbelief, is he not hearing your words? He surely read the letter. Why is he being so insistent on this? 

You could never lie to him though. 

You clear your throat and move your shoulders back. You meet his eyes head on. “Yes. I did. But-” 

“I love you too.” 

The world stops again. “What?” 

“As per my letter,” he says, a shit eating grin playing on his lips. The shock flowing through your body stops you from rolling your eyes. “I love you.” 

You remember the small piece of paper that was surely on the floor now that you took from the pigeon just moments ago. Obviously that’s who the paper was from. You swallow hard. “Sure you can’t-” 

“But surely I can. I think I’ve been in love with you ever since you called me a big petty man-baby who looked hotter now than I did before.” 

“I… I…’”

“I love you,” He utters, moving impossibly closer to your face. “I always have. You are all I want. You deserve so much better than me… But I’m hoping you’ll lower your standards and settle for me anyway.” 

His eyes shine so brightly. Those damn, fucking, beautiful eyes. They stare at you, hopeful, waiting with bated breath for your answer. They stare so intensely at you… You never want them to look away. 

It’s you that closes the distance and presses your lips to his. He instantly responds, tugging you closer to his chest and kissing you back. The kiss makes your body sing in delight. The spark starts at the base of your spine where his hand connects to your body and shoots out, encasing you completely. From the tippity top of your head to the bippity bottom of your toes. 

He consumes you. Completely. Totally. Entirely. 

You pull away breathless from the kiss, meeting his eyes. “I love you, Jonathon. I want to be yours. Please. I want to be yours, if you’ll have me?” 

Jonathon lets out a breathless laugh and shakes his head once. “Oh sweets, you’ve always been mine. I’ve always been yours. From the moment I met you. I’ve been hooked, sweets. You’re mine, and I’m never letting you go.” 

He leans forward again and presses his lips to yours. You eagerly respond, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer. 

After you break apart again, Schlatt tells you to pack your things. You don’t have much here anyway so it doesn’t take you long. Your step family could only watch with crossed arms as you moved about, taking your things. You would miss the house you grew up in, but you were more than excited to begin your new journey. 

Schlatt made Ted and Charlie help carry your things. Ted cursed at Schlatt for not thinking to grab a carriage or at least a horse in the pursuit of you. That spun a whole argument between the two, leaving you to converse with Charlie. 

You gave the man a shy smile. “Sorry for throwing my shoe at you… I panicked about someone following me. 

Charlie gives a chuckle and a smile. “It’s no worries. I’m just glad you made it home safely.” 

“Yeah me too! The magic gave out and I was left carrying a huge ass pumpkin home… My back hurt like hell this morning.”

Charlie tilts his head and gives you a curious look. “Not what I meant… but I do want to hear more about this magic.”

“What did you mean then?”

Charlie doesn’t answer, his head simply moves to where Schlatt and Ted were now in a physical altercation, Schlatt attempting to put Ted in a chokehold. 

A fuzzy feeling floods your chest.

He is your home… isn’t he?

Small Epilogue 

The two of you marry quickly. The royal family welcome you with open arms. They help teach you the ways of the royals but never make you feel less than for being a commoner before the marriage. You never stop baking, you think Schlatt would throw a huge fit if you ever did. He constantly blamed you for his “twink death.” And although you’re not entire sure what that means, you’re sure that happened way before he met you. 

You two love each other openly and loudly. It brings smiles to everyone’s faces to see the prince this lovey dovey with someone. There will always be those that disapprove, but Schlatt is there to hold your hand and tell them to fuck off. 

He reminds you he loves you every single minute of every single day… you think maybe he lays it on a little thick in particular when he wants you to bake something in particular. You never mind though. It’s your baked goods that brought you together in the first place. 

Who are you to deny your love the thing that the two of you bonded over first? 

Especially when he loves you with every fiber of his being… 

…and maybe even more so when you make him chocolate chocolate chip cookies…

And they lived happily ever after.  The End

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[lautski-week]

Lautski Nation, we are so back!

(Q&A + general info under cut!)

Welcome to the third semiannual Lautski week. This event occurs twice a year, once in the summer and once in the winter, to commemorate the shared love so many of us have for Hatchetfield High's most unlikely it couple! Mod is @peterstankoffski and uses they/them pronouns, and you've probably seen me lurking around the lautski tag since it was created. It's been a lovely little 2.5 years getting to enjoy this ship with everyone.

This year the summer event will be in July instead of May so everyone who is interested has plenty of time to prepare. I understand now through June is fairly bust for many people due to finals, so moving it later into the summer was definitely for the best (thank you to everyone who voted in the dates tiebreaker poll the other day!)

And with that, some FAQ!

Q: What are alternates?

A: Alternates are two extra prompts in case one of them leaves you stumped! They can be used any day, or they can not be used at all! It’s up to each individual participant!

Q: Do I have to do all seven days?

A: You’re free to do as many as you want! You can do all seven, you can do just a few, hell, you could do all nine in you wanted! This isn’t a challenge, it’s an event. The main goal is to make some posts about this ship we’re all brainrotting for and having fun.

Q: What can I make?

A: Anything you want! Art, fics, edits, memes, etc. Nothing’s off the table.

Q: How do I post?

A: I’ll reblog anything made for the event to this blog and my main. If you’d like to be featured, please @ THIS blog. Additionally, I’d recommend tagging works with #lautski week so everyone’s works can all be found in the same place.

Q: I was late! Can I still post?

A: Of course! I’ll keep reblogging new posts tagged #lautski week and/or mention this blog through July 17!

Q: Can I post to AO3, then link it back here?

A: Feel free! This year I will also be setting up a Lautski Week collection, which I will link on the blog closer to time. Feel free to use it!

Q: Can I post to (insert any other fanfic site here) then link it back here?

A: Same as AO3. Go ahead!

Q: One of my wips fits *insert prompt here!* Can I post it for that day?

A: You can, but please don’t post before the event begins!

Q: Am I allowed to write smut?

A: Yes, but please have it properly tagged on both tumblr and AO3. On this blog, I will use the additional tag "smut warning"

That's it for now! I'll reblog this occasionally between now and July, plus advertising and answering any additional questions, but other than that, enjoy the rest of your spring (if you're in the Northern Hemisphere anyway)! See you all again soon 💜

[extra-stout-stories]

Buffet Date

When fatphobic tourists with a dark secret interrupt a lovely dinner date, an SSBHM defends his lover from both social and supernatural hostility. Part three of the series that began with Werewolf / Sweater Weather and continued with Full Moon. (SSBBW, SSBHM werewolf, buffet stuffing, romantic but no explicit sex. CW: Exhibitionism, protagonist is victim of fatphobia, werewolf-on-vampire violence.)

The stories that I enjoy writing the most are the ones that come to me in a single flash of inspiration. When I saw the "Bulging Bimbo" prompt for day 30 of Feedist Kinktober 2024, I immediately imagined the SSBBW from "Werewolf / Sweater Weather" getting dressed up in a skimpy outfit for a buffet date with her werewolf lover, who has to defend her from fatphobic vampires. Obviously.

I decided not to use "Bulging Bimbo" as the title, but this is canonically a Kinktober story. Writing about this couple is a lot of fun.

If you'd like to inspire me with a story suggestion, anon asks are always open. I can't promise a response, because not every prompt gives me that telltale flash of inspiration, but a lot of my most popular stories originate with asks that did, so get in my inbox and see what happens. 😈

CW: This story contains descriptions of the protagonist being subjected to fatphobic taunts, so please don't read to the end if this theme will upset you. However, the first half works as a cute and non-explicit buffet stuffing story with some exploration of the relationship between shame and kink. If that's what you're in the mood to read, stop before the section break with the paragraph that ends "heat rising on top of heat."

And remember, reblog (don't just like) if you enjoy it.

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"Careful tonight. If you get much fatter, I'll have to drive you home in the bed of the truck."

"That a challenge?" She grinned, her hand on his belly, feeling it shift and jiggle as he steered the car into the parking lot of the buffet. "You know I can turn the tables, right? If I get you going you'll eat so much that you won't be able to walk back to the truck. And then I'll have you at my mercy."

"Right there in the buffet?" He laughed and put the truck into park, then turned towards her for a kiss, their bellies touching as they spilled over the center console. "You're an exhibitionist, but you're not that much of an exhibitionist. How about a compromise? We'll take turns. You get us a tray, then I get us a tray."

"Only one tray for each of us? I'll starve!" She stuck her tongue out playfully and darted in for a second kiss. "You have to say, 'then you get us another tray, then I get us another…'"

"Okay, okay. Infinite trays for each of us. Just be sure to load my plate up with mashed potatoes when it's your turn."

"It's a date." Grunting, she slowly lowered herself out of the truck, taking a deep breath as she steadied herself. Fortunately, he had gotten a parking spot not far from the entrance. As she walked around the front of the truck, he slipped his hand into hers and she leaned against him, feeling the softness of her exposed belly brush against his jeans.

Apart from her shoes and undergarments, the only things she wore were a pair of Daisy Duke shorts and a white blouse tied up at the waist to expose the hang of her belly. All of her belly was on display, a great slab of rolling softness swaying back and forth as she moved slowly towards the door of the buffet, feeling his grip release as he ran a palm up her back rolls and drew her in even closer with a powerful arm around her pillowy shoulders. She sighed with contentment and felt a little shudder of excitement pass through her.

They didn't come in to town often. Once or twice a week to shop for essentials, and he usually handled that; she had plenty to do around the homestead, and plenty of home-cooked snacks to eat when her chores were done. The town had grown since she moved in with him, and she could tell that he didn't like watching several acres of "his" forest disappear underneath a strip of big box stores; sometimes it left him feeling melancholy and she'd soothe him with a kitchen table full of her baking, followed by a long back and belly rub and ending in sex.

But he understood that the world was changing, and the progress that had come to his little corner of the wilderness had some advantages.

Like the buffet. There were several national fast food chains on the strip, but the buffet was local, owned by an old friend he'd known for years who had spotted a business opportunity when they first widened the artery road to make room for new development. It was a running gag that when the two of them walked in the owner would give an exaggerated sigh, tug mournfully on his beard and look at them with pleading eyes: "Please, don't let today be the day you two put me out of business. My cooks can only make so much at a time."

Then he'd break out in a grin and lead them to their favorite table, pulling out two chairs for each of them and winking as he walked back to the register. "Eat up tonight."

"You know we will." He smiled at the departing owner, then hefted himself back up from the chairs for the first trip to the buffet table.

By tradition, he filled the first plates for both of them. Like a boulder covered in dough, she thought to herself as she watched him move, almost as wide as he was tall, taking up space both vertically and horizontally. His upper arms quivered in the sleeveless leather motorcycle vest, a hint of belly peeking out from the t-shirt he wore underneath. It took him a few minutes to fill two plates up with a sample of everything on the buffet menu. It was an eclectic selection of dishes from a dozen different cuisines: roast beef and popcorn chicken, lo mein and baked ziti, crab rangoons and fried wontons, not to mention a half-dozen different cakes and pies on the dessert table.

And the mashed potatoes, of course. The house specialty. Soaking with butter, fragrant with rosemary, pungent with fresh-picked garlic that the owner grew himself on a plot just outside of town.

He seated himself on the chairs and she watched his belly put just a little more pressure on the vest as his t-shirt rolled up just another half-inch. He grinned. "Dig in."

The first round of plates went down easily for both of them, and so did the second. They had big appetites. She loved to cook for him, but she also loved the feeling of eating in his presence when they went out together in public. He could keep pace with her effortlessly, bite for bite, and this made her feel less self-conscious about her own appetite and her own size. Of course we're fat when we eat like this, a comforting voice in her mind seemed to say at those moments, and that's okay. I don't need to worry about being skinny to feel attractive. He thinks I'm hot -- and he's the hottest guy alive.

Sometimes in those moments she'd catch his eye and know he was thinking the same thing. The hunger on his face was for her as much as it was for food. His eyes would trace the softness of her belly as it quivered exposed in her lap. They'd lock in on the way her arms quivered as she lifted another forkful to her lips. Hungry eyes. Hunter's eyes.

He was looking at her now as she took a bite of crab rangoon. He smiled, his fat cheeks dimpling. She smiled back. She felt a warmth begin to spread beneath her belly.

Of all the feedist fantasies they shared, exhibitionism had been the hardest for her to open up to. She had tried it on her own a few times, long before she met him, long before they moved in together to the homestead at the edge of the world. But her arousal then had been at war with her discomfort, eating alone at a restaurant table, knowing that hostile eyes were on her. The shame was hot -- I'm a fat girl going back for seconds, she'd think to herself, and thirds and fourths, and she'd feel that mounting excitement at the recognition that each bite was going to make her even fatter -- but it was also painful. Lonely. She loved the way her body looked, but only in secret, and the world had a thousand ways to make clear that it didn't share her judgment.

And she'd never have dared to eat like this with her belly out. Not before she met him.

But in his presence she felt safe to do it. Safe in the presence of a fellow fat person, another supersized glutton who knew what it was like to face the pressures of a hostile world. Safe in the presence of a man who shared her appetites. Safe, too, because she knew he could be ferocious.

On a night like this, with the moon just a tiny sliver in the summer sky, she could barely see it. If she hadn't been his lover, hadn't known it so well, she wouldn't have seen it at all. When the moon hid itself, this side of him hid itself too. But it was there. An occasional gleam in his eye, a savagery in the set of his teeth as he tore greedily into a bite of meat. A strength and a hunger more than human, showing themselves in the subtle motion of the powerful muscles beneath his swelling rolls of fat.

Wolf blood.

Tonight, though, he was almost all human, her cheerful partner and adoring lover. He gave her belly a playful squeeze as she slid past him for her third turn loading up plates as the buffet, and she smiled and blushed.

By the time he went back for his fifth round of plates, their eating was as much about foreplay as nourishment. Their breath was growing shallower and more ragged, their movements slower. She watched his t-shirt slide higher up his belly, watched the buttons of his vest strain even further. She felt her own belly, full and heavy, and reached a hand to rub it, half for relief, half to seduce him. His eyes watched her fat fingers as they slid across her pale, doughy flesh. His lips pulled back slightly in excitement. Sex in public was a step too far for both of them, but she could feel him mentally undressing her. Just like hers, his arousal had been building as their bellies filled, heat rising on top of heat.

Then she heard something that turned her heat to a chill.

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"Holy shit, look at them."

It was a voice with a nasal sneer, coming from somewhere behind her. It was followed by another voice, a smarmy snicker. "Oh my god."

He heard it too. She could see his face harden suddenly, his eyes narrow. She willed herself not to turn around. Her face was red now, but red with shame. Even here…

"I thought we were going camping, not whale watching." A third voice, this one female. A round of laughter.

She watched his face harden further.

"Look how many trays they have! They've been at this all day!" The first voice again. "Well, at least we know this buffet has plenty of pork."

She was trembling with embarrassment. He reached a hand out and took her wrist, his powerful grip gentle, soothing her. She felt relief then, the relief of his calm, steady presence. He didn't look embarrassed.

"They're making fun of us."

He nodded. "They are." The smile was gone from his face. "They're making fun of us. And it's not just that."

Slowly, her lower lip still trembling, she turned to cast a glance back at the trio of diners at the table behind her. Tourists. All three of them impossibly pale, impossibly stylish, impossibly gaunt. Not intending to, she caught the eye of the woman -- a cold, judgmental eye in a pale, angular face like sheets of jagged marble.

The woman sneered at her. She felt his grip tighten on her wrist.

"They shouldn't be here. And they shouldn't be looking at you like that."

He had the hunter's eyes now, gold and gleaming, some sort of ancestral instinct drawing power down into him. She could almost see it, as if the sliver of moon outside the window were casting a beam of silver light directly into his chest, filling him, strengthening him. His grip tightened again, barely, imperceptibly. Then he let go.

"They smell wrong."

He stood up from the table.

His breath was slow and heavy. His belly was full, she knew. He could move fast when the change took him, but his belly was still full. He moved slowly towards the trio of tourists, and for the first time she could detect a hint of fear in their faces.

"What did you just say about us?"

The taller of the two men had a pallid, funereal face. His voice was arrogant. "We're just taking in the sights. I didn't think there were hippos this far north. Or are you some kind of bear?"

His companions laughed, but she could hear nervousness behind the laughter as her lover continued to move slowly towards them, steadily looming larger over their table.

The second of the men was just as pale as his companions. He wore his hair in a quiff and was wearing sunglasses indoors. He put up his hands. "W-we… we didn't mean it. We don't want any trouble." She could see the woman beginning to inch her chair back.

"Trouble?" Her lover's voice was a low growl. "You're already in trouble. What are you doing here?"

"C-camping…" the shorter of the two men stammered out nervously, but his companion cut in, his voice still nasal and arrogant, a smirk on his face. "Hunting. I'm told the hunting is good here. We're going for a hunt in your lovely little town." His smirk widened.

Suddenly the man was looking directly at her, eyes locked with hers as his smirk drew back into a grin.

There were fangs behind his lips.

"I'm hungry tonight. Perhaps I'll hunt some pork."

Before she could even blush, her lover lunged across the table, hundreds of pounds of bulk in impossibly swift motion. The table crashed to the floor and the three tourists were on their feet, moving faster than she ever thought possible. The woman became a bat. The shorter man became a blur of red mist. But the taller man drew a long knife from underneath his jacket and grinned even wider. "Yes, I'm very hungry tonight. Pork, make it rare. Boar, too. I'll have you both for dinner. And unlike you two pigs, I won't gain a pound." His arms were long, lean, gaunt as he began to bob and weave with the knife, advancing on her lover.

But he leapt back, dodging the knife, keeping his distance as he backed towards the buffet table. He's really full, she thought to herself. Even if he changes he won't move fast.

The rest of the diners were on their feet now, some sprinting for the door, others backed against the wall. All eyes were on the enormously fat man at the buffet table and the unbearably gaunt man with the knife, coiled to strike, advancing towards him.

He leapt, like a blur of white marble holding a blade.

There was a crash, metal on metal.

The knife slipped from the gaunt man's grasp as it hit the bottom of the steam tray that her lover held like a shield in his two hands. Then he gave a swift kick and the gaunt man dropped.

The steam tray was already mostly empty, its contents spilled all over the gaunt man writhing on the floor. Fresh mashed potatoes, steaming hot.

Soaking with butter.

Fragrant with rosemary.

Pungent with fresh-picked garlic.

The whole room seemed to smell of garlic as the gaunt man snarled, his elegance and beauty gone now, just a pale, knobby, wretched creature with nothing but malevolence on his face. Vampire. Blood-sucker. Nosferatu.

"Get out." Her lover's bulk heaved with fury as he loomed over the vampire. "Get out now."

"You heard the man." There was the sound of a shotgun being racked. It was the owner of the buffet, standing in the door of the kitchen. "There's silver buckshot in these shells. Get the hell out of my restaurant and never come back."

Slowly, cravenly, the vampire stood. A slight glamour began to return to his face, making him handsome again in his gaunt, lean way, but there was fear in his eyes now, and he backed away. A bat fluttered by his shoulder and became a woman. A red mist solidified to become a man.

"Let's go. Come on. You were right, this town isn't good hunting." They seemed to creep out the door. A moment later, an engine started and a car sped away.

With her practiced eye, she could see the change receding from her lover. He was human again.

The owner lowered his shotgun. "You okay?"

"Yeah. Just a little shook up. Hard to move fast on a full belly."

"I should have known they were vampires when they walked in. I'm not as sharp as I used to be."

Her lover grinned at his friend. "That's because you traded your spellbooks for cookbooks. And checkbooks. Hard to keep up with the supernatural when it's hard enough keeping up with inflation."

The owner relaxed. "Guess so. Thanks for driving them out. This meal's on me."

"Thanks. I think I just worked up an appetite." He smiled. "But I spilled the mashed potatoes. Could you make another batch? And some fresh coffee, too."

"You got it." The owner sighed. "When the cops come, I'll tell them it was drunk tourists making trouble. No one got hurt. And at least they won't show up on anyone's camera."

As the owner left for the kitchen and the other diners began to filter back in, he stood behind her chair and put his arms on her, massaging her shoulders and neck as she slowly relaxed. "You okay, sweetheart? I'm sorry about what they said."

She smiled up at him. "Just a little shook up. But I knew I was safe with you."

"Good." He leaned down for a kiss. "You look hungry. What should I get you while we wait for the mashed potatoes?"

"Dessert." She slipped a hand behind his neck and pulled his face closer. "And after we shut down this buffet… dessert."

"Okay, but I don't think I can wait until we get home. Let's park in the woods and you can start by giving me a belly rub in the bed of the truck."

She smiled. "Sounds perfect. But you'd better take that coffee black. I'm going to keep you up all night."

[sunthyme]

🎆 New year, new headcanons!! 🎆

Hey, so I've been a bit dead for a hot sec, apologies for that. Hope y'all are having a good break! Now, for something that's been in the works since August (drum roll please)...

🎉 REDONE TWST HEADCANONS!! 🎉

First up, yet again...

♥️ Heartslabyul ♥️

WAHOO! Ignore that you can clearly see which I had to redo lol, that's going to be a bit of a theme as I looked back and wasn't super happy with some so I redid them until I got it right.

Since y'all know the characters this time, I'll be just adding new or changed things to my earlier posts. :D

Enjoy!

♥️ Riddle Rosehearts ♥️

So pretty much nothing changed from the original with Riddle, I just made her look better. Yippee!

Added thing for my University Headcanon/AU is major and I see Riddle being an English and Law major.

♣️ Trey Clover ♣️

Once again, nothing really changed except for the fact that I learned to draw him better. I gave him a labret piercing that I think would have been one of Cater's first piercings, which thankfully went well.

He'd obviously be a Culinary major.

♦️ Cater Diamond ♦️

Speaking of Cater, this one was a bitch to draw. I literally redid him three times, send help. (I'll reblog this with the extra between version for y'all to see)

A new headcanon for him is that he's the kind of character that has his eyes closed for the most part and only opens them when he's like super serious. I just felt it fit him. (I'll also attach that in the reblog)

He's very heavily gyaru inspired (shout out to @/Cayfourdiamonds on Pinterest, I loved his edits of Cater and they were my inspo) and I wanted him to curl his hair in the mornings, princess curl style. He has naturally straight hair and the freckles are indeed fake.

He's a Cosmetology and Communications major.

♠️ Oki Chiang ♠️

She's a Sociology major and her birthday is October 4th (Libra). She's apart of the Poetry Club (OC club).

Nothing much changed here either, though I tinkered with her skin tone to amp up the contrast and shifted to blue to a darker hydrangea-y colour.

(Edit: I forgot, I have UM for my ocs now!)

Unique Magic - "Who Are You?": Creates a mist as Oki recites the spell that induces confusion. The confusion will last up to two hours after the mist fades, depending on the strength of the person affected.

♣️ Luna Madden ♣️

Another one I had to redo twice because GOD, the in between was SO UGLY!! Ew. Anyways, way cuter now! I gave him swirly eyes for funsies and trimmed down the colours in his makeup so it's more cohesive.

They're an Art and Psychology major and their birthday is January 22nd (Aquarius). It's in the Science Club.

She uses mobility aids, alternating between a cane and braces depending on the day, due to Multiple Sclerosis (an autoimmune disease that impacts the spine).

Unique Magic - "It's Tea Time!": Conjures a pre-set tea table fitting Luna's desires. The bigger the table and the more items, the harder it is for Luna to make.

♥️ Ace Trappola ♥️

Oh boy, another redone one. I went a bit ham with his design, I really wanted to make him look like a heart. Found the braid idea on Pinterest, as one does, and ran with it. He's so cute, he looks like a heart lollipop. Also, I gave him braces because I love that idea so so much!

He's undecided in his major.

♠️ Deuce Spade ♠️

I adore how this one turned out, he's my son and my boy. Nothing really changes aside from style improvement and I gave him better bangs.

Also an undecided major. (Adeuce twinning frfr)

♥️ Bunnie Chrona ♥️

She's a Psychology major and her birthday is June 30th (Cancer). A part of the Track & Field Club.

Ooh, she's so cute, I love her sm! I gave her vitiligo and stripes in her hair to imitate those splotched black and white bunnies that are so adorable. I did make the interesting choice to give her blue eyes, not for any particular reason, they just contract the red undertones well.

Unique Magic - "Killing Time": Bunnie's speed will increase for an hour, making her go at an inhuman speed.

♦️ Ness Benoit ♦️

She's a Drama major and her birthday is May 25th (Gemini). They're in the Film Research Club.

Finally, Nessie! They also had an in between but they actually looks more like the OG than that one lmao. Gave her some little devil tail earrings and just made the hair confirmedly into a wig. Also gave them a lil fang :3

Unique Magic - "Devilish Charm": Allows Ness to appear differently or say different things to different people. It takes more energy the more people she is using it on.

Stay tuned for Savanaclaw, up next!

[slenbee]

Bot spam, adverts, communities, and you.

Hi everyone! I'm Bee, and today I'm writing this post to let others know of some ways to help combat Tumblr's current bot issue happening inside communities.

First, here's an index of this post:

Ways to help stop the bots from invading your communities.

How to spot a potential bot account and a bot invasion.

What a bot community looks like. (So you can report it!)

Long post under the cut with pictures and instructions on what to do if you want to do this or want others to maybe do this, so click read more and let us continue!

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To begin, here is the first step should absolutely take towards keeping your community free of bots.

1 - Deny them access.

If you own a community on tumblr?

Set it to request/invite to join.

It's that easy! How do I do this you ask?

Navigate to community settings > down to Joining, and set it to:

This means that anyone can request to join, but it's up to the admin's and the mods to accept those invites. If a blank blog* requests to join, you can easily deny those and just accept those that seem like real people. (&I'll explain what a blank blog is in a bit.)

If your community is small (say less than 500 people with less than 5 invites a week), this shouldn't be too bothersome if you remember to check it once or twice a week or so. :)

And if you're a member of a community that has an active admin:

Ask the admin to set it to request to join!

While this may not be the most ideal way of handling this issue, it never hurts to ask, right? You could always make a poll and see if others vote/feel the same way and maybe they'll change it, too. But, remember, it's up to the admin's discretion on if they want to actually do this. If they don't, then sadly you might have to either deal with it or make your own community if the admin/mods neglect to do their jobs. :(

Note: Staff are working on developing ways to help community admins better moderate their communities. This isn't just a 'we'll have to suffer through it' issue. It's just going to take time, is all.

Until we're given the tools to stop them, this is the only way that we (real people) are going to keep bots and blank blogs* out of our communities until tumblr staff comes up with a concrete way to keep them out.

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2 - How to spot a (possible) bot and a bot invasion.

Most bots now'a'days are what I like to call 'blank blogs'.

These type of blank accounts are also widely used by scammers. So if you're an artist and you get a DM from someone asking for a commission of their pet/son, yes, you are about to get scammed!

You can read more about this scam by clicking this link here.

While there have been a few mistaken users who have been caught up and mistaken as as a bot, once I removed them from my community they DM'd me back after I'd requested them to do so, and I explained to them how to change their profile banner, add a description, ect, and told them how reblogging worked on tumblr (as they honestly didn't know how the site worked), and we were all good after that!

My rule of thumb: Humans should do human things on the human website. If you don't, you aren't human.

Blank blogs (presumed to be bots,) are blogs that look like this:

Note the following with these 'blank' blogs:

No change in their background image. No change in their icon. (Just the default.) Generic randomly generated name or 'keysmash' name.* No posts or reblogs. They had 0 liked posts. Yet they were following dozens of people.

*These names can also be 3 English words slapped together to make a username. This is also a common tactic used by scammers (as I'd mentioned prior as well) as mentioned previously.

If you get a DM/ask from a blog like this (or ANY blog) and:

They ask for a commission of their son/daughter and/or their pet. They say 'hey pretty' and try to hit on you. (romance scam.) They try to offer you money to buy your art as a NFT (also a scam.) They try to sell you crypto or get you to invest. (obvious scam.) They try to sell you a product or service. (phishing scam) They try to get you to go off tumblr to a different website to 'talk'. They say they're a sugar daddy/mommy looking for a 'sugar baby'. They offer you some sort of free money. (nothing's free. it's a scam.) They offer you a job position or say <company> is hiring. They try to sell you HRT. (yes.. that's 100% a thing they're doing.)

It is all 100% an attempt to scam you.

Bots will sometimes join communities just for the sake of having people to target. Communities are full of people, so communities with more people are more likely to be targeted and joined by bots.

That's also why bigger Communities get more bot ad/p0rn ad spam.

Here is what a bot invasion looks like:

All blank blogs (I checked!) with no sign of human life.

All with random jibberish names, all joining on the same day.

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3 - What a bot community looks like. ....So you can report it!

I'm mentioning this part because I know there will be people who get curious and browse tumblr to find 'new things' and 'new interests'. And I'm here to point out what are the biggest and most obvious signs of bot made communities and/or communities made to scam.

Note: Do not join these communities, and do not, under any circumstance, click any of the links that are featured by these communities. They could very well take you to a phishing website or even something that gives you a virus. If you want to report them, just view the community, click the . . . at the top right corner and report it for spam unless it's doing something illegal. then report it as such.

Again. Don't let curiosity kill your phone/PC/Tablet. It's not worth it.

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The search.

So again, say you're new, and you like money. So you search 'money' in the tumblr search and then view communities.

As of right now, you'll see communities like this:

I don't think it takes a rocket scientist to point out the obvious as to which one of these was made by a bot/scammer.

So let's turn out focus to good ol 'Juwa 777 Download APK '

(Again. Do not actually go and download this.)

Things to note:

It only has one member. The admin. And viewing the admin? It is a blank blog.

The only post on this community... is an advertisement.

Thus it is pretty safe to say, a bot / scammer made this community.

Here is a second example further down the list:

Again, things to note:

One member (admin), blank blog, one post that's an advertisement.

Now here is one that's more 'tricky' as it has more members.

But the content itself is an obvious scam.

I won't show the members as a few are porn bots, but they follow the same theme of nonsensical names or 3 english words slapped together. They may reblog posts (usually porn...) or post things (again.. porn), but they're still bots.

If you see communities like these, make sure you report them. Just note if you report too many too fast (usually after 3) you'll get a 'oops try again later' bug for some reason and you'll have to wait to report more.

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So in conclusion: If you don't want bots, just don't let them in.

If you can't handle accepting invites, make someone a mod (who you trust) and let them help you accept new member invites. Divide the load and we can keep out the bots and keep our communities safe and clean until something is done about them.

Until then, please make sure to share this so others know what to do, and if you have any questions I'd be happy to answer them in the comments. :)

-Bee

[myers-meadow]

An orange and a knife (Halsin x Tav)

Title: An orange and a knife

Pairing: Halsin x (named) Tav

Summary: You share an orange together. Twice. Or: Your adoration of Halsin grows by the day, but acceptance of those feelings is a whole different beast entirely. One night, they burst to the surface, and you can hide them no longer. Maybe you won't have to.

Warnings: none, all ages; pining, yearning, complicated feelings, happy end. First person pov. An exploration of emotions and how I wouldn't be able to take living close to Halsin as I'd just implode from adoration.

Wordcount: 1459

Please reblog or comment if you enjoyed! Have fun reading! <3 Dividers by@saradika-graphics.

I sank down on the log by the fire, plate and knife in one hand, a big orange in the other. Gale had it left over from somewhere and I gladly took it off his hands. Most of the companions had already retired to their tents, to read, to meditate, to sort out food for the next morning and the journey ahead. Karlach and Halsin were left, wrapped in conversation and I sat my ass down next to Halsin, who immediately scooted over once he spotted me coming. 

"Ay girl, did you borrow that dagger from Astarion?" Karlach joked, pointing to the overly large knife in my hand. They all knew I wasn't a fighter, and I didn't tend to carry weapons, so her guess wasn't a bad one.

"No, actually," I said, going along with the joke. "Wyll lent it to me."

She and Halsin laughed. I laid the plate down on my lap, holding the orange as i sliced off the ends. Halsin leaned back, turning towards me, to allow me to join conversation. Before I came, they'd been discussing Karlach's new ability to touch people, and from the looks of things, they got along swimmingly. My heart swelled at Karlach's joy as Dammon installed the new part earlier that day. Absentmindedly, I cut the orange in thick slices, then cut them in the lenght to eat from the rind.

"You want some?" I held out the plate to them both, leaning against Halsin's arm to reach Karlach, fingers dripping with juice.

"Thanks, soldier!"

Halsin laughed, in that way he sometimes did, somewhat quietly, when he had a joke to himself, or was just too polite to say what was on his mind, but he took a piece anyway. I didn't comment on it, too busy with my first piece, having looked forward to the orange as dessert ever since Gale mentioned the fruit in the morning, hoping no one else got their hands on it before me, fingers sticky, teeth digging in the soft, stringy flesh, sweetness filling my mouth. Moments like these were what kept me sane throughout all this. I realised I was sucking away on my third slice, before coming to my senses and passing the plate along again.

"Have more, please." My cheeks grew hot, hoping I hadn't ruined the romantic tension between them. "Please don't mind me."

Halsin sucked off his fingers and I tried not to look at it for too long, afraid my hunger would show - just as these two were getting along so well. "We were talking about what Karlach wants to do now that she can touch others again."

"And all thanks to you!" she beamed, reaching over for another slice.

"Dammon is a treasure," I said and handed the last piece to Halsin, moving to stand again to clean the plate and knife. "It's getting late, I'll leave you two to it, goodnight, loves! Have fun!"

The next night, Halsin tended to my wounds before I could seek out Shadowheart. Gale was cooking something delicious-smelling back at the heart of camp, and most retreated to do their own thing before dinner. We sat at Halsin's tent at the edge of the light. It was a relief to be back around him, surrounded by his warmth, his smell, the herbs he dries in his tent, the small pots of salves and potions he keeps on hand.

"Let me come with you, tomorrow," he said, voice soft, the healing spell sizzling out, the last of the blue glow fading. "You've been taking hits like you're Karlach, but you're a spellcaster. You should stay back more, like Astarion."

"I try, I just always happen to be-" a gasp left my lips as Halsin rubbed the bruise on my leg with a warm hand, to see if he was done yet, "right there in the middle of it."

He slid my skirt up to see how bad it was, his fingertips leaving goosebumps in their wake, but not from cold. He dipped his fingers in one of his healing salves. "The cultists really don't like you much."

I covered his hand with mine. "I'd be glad to have you by my side tomorrow."

After a particularly rough day of adventuring later that week, my dear companions elected to have me stay at camp. Karlach was overjoyed to join Wyll, Shadowheart and Astarion anyway, so it was a win-win for many. Camp was rather quiet. The hours passed agonisingly slowly, especially as most companions seemed to have their own routines, and no need for company. Sometime before midday I found myself by Halsin's tent. He went out the day before to forage for herbs, and was hanging it all to dry, tying them into bundles with lenghts of string. Movements practiced, it was hypnotising to watch him. Large hands that still had such nimble fingers.

"Did you come here just to stare at me?" His voice startled me. From the way he eyed me, it felt like he was aware of my amorous intentions.

I hummed. "I've never spent the entire day at camp before."

"That doesn't answer my question." His tone was light.

"I'd like to stare, if you'll allow me," I said, eventually. He smiled. His hazel eyes glowed. 

"You're welcome to stay, as long as you have desire for my company."

So I stayed, enjoying the easy conversation, the sun on my face, and fell deeper and deeper in love with him.

No matter how much I tried resisting my feelings, every time I caught a glance of Halsin across camp, a terrible wave of adoration washed over me. The amount of times that Gale got upset when my attention slipped was more than I'd like to admit. With the adoration, came the jealousy. It was foreign to me before, but when Karlach would nestle close to Halsin, the pangs of it were heavy in my stomach.

One night, Halsin sank down next to me, orange and knife in hand, my heart leapt at the sight of him.

"Here, you like oranges, right?"

"You remembered."

"And I remember how terribly awkward you cut it. Here, let me show you an easier way." Halsin angled towards me so much that our knees were touching, and I could see only him, the rest of camp reduced to vague shapes in the dark, the fire behind him illuminating his hair, laying harsh shadows on his face. Beauty. He laughed softly in much the same way as back then, when we shared the orange for the first time. "It'd help if you'd actually pay attention to what I'm doing."

I hummed, but did as he said. Instead of cutting slices, he divided the whole orange into parts, to eat from the rind in a much more effective manner. The knife dripped with juice when he wasn't even halfway done. I ate as he cut, as he didn't bring a plate to put them on. With sweetened lips, I thanked him. "You're right, this makes a lot of sense. Thank you."

He smiled warmly and I almost had to avoid his eyes with the overwhelm of emotion. "Gladly. Frankly, I've never seen anyone cut fruit that clumsily."

I laughed. "Well, I just love to surprise people."

We shared the rest of the orange, in this comfortable bubble of this shared experience. As I was done with my pieces, and Halsin took his last bite before discarding the peel, the juice glistening in the firelight - in an impulse I reached up and pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth. Immediately, regret drowned out all other thoughts.

"Fuck, Halsin, I'm sorry-"

Seeing my panicked expression, and not caring for how sticky his hands were, he cupped my cheek and kissed me fervently. The sweet citrus mixed with the tobacco he smoked earlier that evening, warm, heady, delicious. Tingles set me alight as though hit by a lightning arrow. In the distance, somewhere, Karlach cheered, and the others didn't remain silent either. It didn't really process - there was only the sensation of his lips against mine, lingering even after he pulled back. Halsin rested his forehead against mine. Somehow my fist was balled into his shirt, and I let go slowly, smoothing out the fabric.

"You've no idea how long I've wanted to do that," he breathed, his voice quiet and heavy with emotion.

"Since the moment-" I swallowed thickly, refusing to look at him still, "we met, amidst the goblin guts."

A laugh rumbled from his chest. He pulled me into him for the best hug of my life and happily I sank into him, heart fluttering lighter than ever before. "Then we have a lot to catch up on."

[gnabnahc317cb97]

More My Kind

Bang Chan x Female reader

Word count: 10.1k (look I know and you know lee know alright?)🙈🤦🏻🤷🏻

Synopsis: A sequel to Not Like Me. After your crazy night with Chris Bang he asks to take you on a date and what started as a one time casual encounter, seems to quickly evolve.

A/N: 18 + only! Someone, a genius, asked about a sequel to Not Like Me and how could I not jump at the opportunity to write yet another RIDICULOUSLY, self indulgent, sweet service top Channie fic. I hope you all enjoy this part as much as the first. If you do like comment reblog shoot me an ask! I love the feedback. If you all really like it maybe we will see this couple again? Who knows! As always warnings and smut below the cut!

Warnings: MDNI 18+ ONLY! Strong language/swearing, workplace harassment/sexual harassment, oral (m&f receiving), use of toys/vibrators, multiple orgasms/overstimulation, squirting, slight Chris dom/MC sub dynamic (kinda), slight strength kink (? Kinda ?), rough sex, praise/pet names (of course baby girl, beautiful etc.), protected piv sex, ass play (f no penetration), spanking, a little spit play, deep throating, cum eating. I think that's everything but if I missed something please let me know and I'll add it immediately!

The morning after going home with Chris you woke up early, just out of habit. You looked over and saw Chris laying next to you on his back, his mouth slightly open, snoring a little, one arm by his side the other draped over his head. His defined chest rose and fell with his shallow breaths as he continued to sleep peacefully. Even with the nose piercing he looked so soft laying there. You went to get up quietly, not wanting to wake him, but as soon as you moved he took a deep breath in, his eyes scrunched and then opened. Evidently a light sleeper.

“Wha-wher where you goin baby girl?” He asked, voice groggy, still half asleep as he tried to pull you back into bed.

“I have to go home and shower, I have to go to work.” His eyes puffy with sleep were aimed in your direction but in no way open.

“Let me get dressed, I’ll take you.” You shook your head and made him rest back on the bed again.

“No, I can just order a car Chris it’s okay. Get some rest.” He hummed in protest and only agreed to not taking you home with three stipulations. One, he wanted your number, if you wanted to give it to him. Two you had to let him make you a quick breakfast, it is the most important meal of the day, and you had been drinking the night before.

“And three?” You asked. He stretched and grinned at you, both of his dimples popping out.

“I need at least three kisses before I can get out of this bed.” He held up three fingers before pulling you back down and pecking your lips once, twice, the second lingering a little longer. The third kiss his tongue invaded your mouth and his teeth nibbled at your bottom lip. Chris’ hands started sliding down your body, gripping your ass and groaning into the kiss as he pulled you against him. You could feel arousal pooling in your core already, his lips, his touch, the sounds he made. It all drove you crazy. You didn’t want to, but you had to stop him. You braced your hands against his chest gently pushing him back and he slumped into his pillow pouting.

“If you want your breakfast stipulation to be fulfilled, we don’t have time for that.” He leaned up and pecked a kiss on your lips again.

“Can I change my choices?” You laughed shaking your head and he groaned but got up and made scrambled eggs, toast and a cup of tea for you.

“Sorry I don’t really drink coffee.” He said setting your tea down. You smiled grabbing and sipping the hot tea.

“Oh no tea is perfectly fine. Thank you for making me breakfast Chris, you really didn’t have to.” He nodded, smiling.

“Well, I wanted to.” You finished up your food, drank the rest of your tea, and by the time you were all done a text alert went off on your phone signaling that your car had arrived. Chris walked you down and before you got in the car you gave him your number and went to kiss his cheek. He turned his head quickly at the last minute and caught your lips, one hand cupping your face, you melted into his kiss. He pulled away smirking, seemingly very pleased with himself.

“Have a good day at work baby girl.” You blushed and smiled at him, then got in your car and waved as you pulled off, Chris waving back and smiling ear to ear. You got home showered and changed as quickly as possible and made it to work just in the nick of time. As you entered the building you were flooded with a sense of dread. Your night with Chris was so amazing and you had been riding the high of that euphoria when you suddenly remembered why you had been at the bar the night before in the first place, the whole reason you had even met Chris.

The boss directly above you in the company, Mr. Tate, a man old enough to be your father almost twice over, had started making advances and sexual remarks towards you. He always made sure to do it away from prying eyes and ears so if you were to try and report him, it would do no good, because you had no proof and no witnesses. It was starting to make you dread going to work and you used to love your job.

You had managed to avoid being alone anywhere with Mr. Tate the whole day. You were walking to the elevator to leave, thankful for that little blessing, when your text alert went off. You looked to see who had messaged you and saw it was an unknown number as you walked onto the elevator.

You laughed out loud as the doors to the elevator started to close. You were about to text Chris back when the doors suddenly stopped, opened again, and your boss walked onto the elevator. Your heart was instantly in your throat. He leered at you as he walked on and chose to stand right behind you breathing down your neck.

“You’re glowing today gorgeous.” You cringed as soon as he spoke. His stinky stale cigar breath fanned over your shoulder as he leaned in closer, sniffing you like an animal. Your phone suddenly started ringing. It made you jump and you almost dropped it. You quickly swiped to answer not caring who was on the other end. You could hear your boss grumble.

“Hey! y/n?" It was Chris thank god.

“Oh, hi Christopher.” You took the opportunity to take a couple steps away from your boss under the guise of trying to speak on the phone with a bit of privacy.

“Hey, look if that text, if that was out of line, I’m really sorry.” You were shaking your head as he apologized.

“No, you were fine, it was fine I just got held up and...” The elevator doors opened and you hurried out and towards the exit. You walked quickly through the lobby, glancing over your shoulder a few times to make sure your boss wasn’t following you. Once you were out on the sidewalk you were able to take a deep breath and when you heard Chris’ voice, you remembered that you were on the phone.

“Hey y/n? Are you there?” You cleared your throat and took a deep breath as you lifted your phone to your ear again and started walking towards your bus line.

“Yea sorry. I was trapped in the elevator with my boss and he’s a total creep. You kinda just saved my ass so thanks.” Suddenly Chris’ tone was very serious. He always had a bit of a lilt to his voice, a playfulness, but it had disappeared completely when he spoke now.

“He’s harassing you? Are you okay?” You didn’t want him to worry. It wasn’t his problem. He was just the sweet guy you slept with the night before, he didn’t need to take on your baggage.

“I’m okay Chris I’m on my way home now. I have it handled, I just got distracted and let my guard down for a second.” Chris let out an exasperated sigh.

“You shouldn’t have to be ‘on guard’ at work because of some asshole messing with you y/n. Is there someone you can tell? His boss? HR?”

“Not without any proof.” That didn’t seem right and Chris didn’t like that at all. He was about to push the subject, but you quickly diverted the topic.

“And what do you know about HR rocker guy?” You laughed trying to lighten the conversation back up. Chris feigned offence.

“Yahh! I work in an office I’ll have you know.” You scoffed, not believing him. He didn’t give you the vibe of a cubical job kinda guy.

“What? There’s no way.” Chris laughed at your reaction.

“Well kind of...” You hummed knowingly.

“Yep see, I knew it, liar.” Chris tutted you.

“I never lie! I work in lots of different offices technically. I own a company that freelances IT maintenance. I’m in and out of most of the buildings in the downtown area on a regular basis. I bet I’ve even done work for your company.” You were finally at your bus stop when Chris remembered what he’d texted you for in the first place.

“Oh yea! My text! Let me take you out.” You started laughing again thinking about it.

“Yea you should probably introduce yourself before opening a text like that.” Chris giggled. Like an actual giggle. It was probably the cutest thing you’d ever heard, and it came from the man that fucked you into oblivion the night before.

“You’re probably right about that. Regardless, y/n I want to take you out on an actual real official date. So will you go out with me?” You couldn’t help the smile that was glued to your face.

“Okay Chris I’ll go out with you.” You could hear his mini celebration on the other end of the phone which only made your smile grow as you shook your head and chuckled at him.

“I’ll text you to work out the details baby girl, I gotta go for now! Bye!” You laughed and hung up as the bus pulled up to take you home.

Chris texted you later that night explaining that some friends of his were in a band and they were playing at a small venue this weekend. He had to go and wanted you to go with him.

Chris told you he’d pick you up around seven on Saturday and finalized a few other details, like getting your address. The rest of the week wouldn’t go fast enough. Your boss seemed even more persistent than usual but you had done a good job avoiding having to be alone with him the whole week. Midday Friday your luck ran out though. You were in one of the copy rooms bending over trying to fix a jam and get the reports you had printed. Suddenly you felt someone almost pressed against your backside and a hand on your hip. You stood quickly and spun around to find your boss, Mr. Tate, sneering at you.

“I figured it out.” He said as if you were supposed to know exactly what he was talking about. You shook your head confused.

“I know why you’ve been glowing all week.” He leaned in closer and that same sickening cigar smell wafted off of him making you hold your breath.

“You’re getting fucked good, aren’t you?” You let out the breath you’d just taken in gasping in surprise.

“Don’t act all coy, that’s who was on the phone in the elevator, yea? CHRIStopher?” You tried to stand your ground. You refused to be complacent in his behavior.

“I don’t see how that’s any of your business sir.” You didn’t think he could be any closer, yet he still creeped in.

“Because this ass is mine.” He pinched your ass hard and it made you jump.

“EXCUSE ME!” You started to raise your voice just as a coworker walked in. They stopped and Mr. Tate backed off immediately.

“So, get those reports back to me asap, you hear?” You looked at him completely dumbfounded and he made a hasty exit. You excused yourself and walked past your coworker. You didn’t make eye contact, you just wanted out of there. You had to get some air; you could still smell the stale smoke from his awful breath. You decided your day was done after that. You set your work phone to DND and took off the rest of the day.

You still didn’t know what you were going to wear on your date with Chris on Saturday. You knew you didn’t own anything that would be considered appropriate for such an event, so you decided to go shopping with the rest of your afternoon. After browsing a plethora of stores, you were finally able to piece together an outfit you hoped was right for the occasion. It was definitely out of your comfort zone, but Chris seemed to do that to you. Make you adventurous, make you want to step out of that zone. Saturday evening rolled around before you knew it. While you were getting ready, your phone’s text alert went off.

You were just putting on your perfume when Chris knocked at your door. He was fiddling with the pants around his boot when you opened the door. His eyes landed on a pair of black leather boots with chains and buckles. They wandered up a pair of fishnet covered legs and you stood there in a short, black, suspender skirt and a black crop top. You had done a bold winged eyeliner and a deep burgundy lip stain, and you had your hair pulled back in a ponytail, a few baby hairs framing your face. Chris’ eyes bulged and his jaw dropped.

“Holy fucking shit!” His neck and ears started turning red and he cleared his throat trying to regain his composure.

“Uh, I mean, wow! You look great y/n.” He leaned in and kissed you, his hands resting on your hips. He pulled you close, pressing your body against his, his tongue teasing until you opened your mouth, allowing him access to kiss you deeper. He finally forced himself to pull away, out of breath and eyes lust blown.

“You don’t know how badly I want to just tear this off you, but I promised you a date and a good time and I never lie.” Chris winked and you laughed, pulling your door closed and locking it before you left to head to the venue. When you got there Chris led you backstage and you definitely felt like you were somewhere you were not supposed to be. He opened a door that went into what looked like a dressing room where there were three guys talking and horsing around. A pillow came flying in your direction and you flinched, but Chris caught it before it hit you.

“Oi! Stop fucking off! Jisung watch where your throwing shit!” Chris threw the pillow back and hit Jisung square in the face.

“Yea Ji watch out, you almost hit Chris’ girlfriend.” A guy with huge arms teased.

“What are you ten?” Chris smacked him in the back of the head and then gave him a look.

“Shut up Bin.” He harshly whispered and his friend smirked as he turned his attention to you.

“Christopher failed to mention how very out of your league he is. Hello gorgeous, I’m Changbin. You can call me Binnie though.” He winked at you, gently grabbed one of your hands and kissed it. You smiled and your face started to burn. Chris rolled his eyes putting his arm between you and Changbin creating a barrier.

“Yea yea okay cool it Cassanova, get your own girl.” You couldn’t help the little smirk on your face at Chris’ slightly jealous tone. The third guy in the room, who had a kind face that was covered in freckles, walked over and held his hand out to you.

“I’m Felix, these idiots are in no way a representative of me.” You were surprised at the depth of his voice. You didn’t know a man that looked so ethereal could sound like a demon. You laughed and took his hand.

“I’m y/n, and dually noted.” You sat in the back with Chris and his friends talking and having a couple of drinks for about an hour, until they were told they were about to be announced on stage.

“Let's go get a good spot.” Chris led you back out onto the main floor that had filled with a surprising number of people while you had been backstage. He squeezed and pushed his way through the crowd to the front, never letting go of your hand. As soon as you got to your spot, Chris caged you in so no one could bump into you or knock you over once the show started. When the guys came out on stage they hyped the crowd until they were going insane and then started the performance. They were amazing. Their sound was really original, and you could see it being popular in clubs. Even in your outfit you still felt wildly out of place and a bit uncomfortable. Chris had his arms wrapped around you and that helped a little. He stood there with you and watched his friends wow the crowd of dancing people. Chris started to bounce in place and swayed his body a bit against yours, trying to get you to loosen up, but you were so stiff.

“Come on baby girl move your body a little, dance with me.” His lips were pressed to your ear. His hands rested on your hips as he moved his hips to the beat. You looked around nervously.

“I don’t move my body Christopher, I....” You started to pull away, but he stopped you and made you turn and face him. He cupped your cheek softly and leaned in close so you could hear him clearly.

“Hey hey look at me, it’s okay alright, we don’t have to dance if you don’t want to. We can just stand here and watch.” Your racing heart calmed down a little and Chris leaned in close to your ear again.

“We don’t have to dance, but I know for a fact you can move that body baby girl.” He placed a soft wet kiss right under your ear on your neck and you shivered. Chris looked at you and bit his plump bottom lip as he eyed you up and down, his hands held your waist, his thumbs grazing over the exposed skin causing goosebumps to rise.

“Do you wanna get out of here? Go back to my place?” He smirked at you with an eyebrow cocked.

“But... your friends?” Chris’ playful smile morphed into one full of endearment.

“I did my job, made sure those idiots got on stage. Watching the show was just for fun so if you’re ready to go baby girl, we can go.” You really didn’t have much of a social battery, so you were ready to go. You bit your lip and nodded. Chris’ smile spread making his dimples appear. He turned back to the stage and hollered at his friend on your side of the stage, Changbin.

“BIN! I’M OUT MAN!” Changbin pointed at you and Chris from the stage as you both started to leave.

“Aye CB keep my girl warm I’ll be by later to pick her up!” He announced into the microphone. Chris lifted his long arm high over the crowd and flipped Changbin off making him crack up before leading into the next song.

You were feeling calmer already in Chris’ car, on the way to his apartment, quietly listening to music. After a few minutes of silence Chris cleared his throat.

“Um I’m sorry about Bin, he can be a bit much sometimes but he’s harmless.” You smiled and shook your head.

“No it’s fine, he was funny.” Chris side eyed you quickly and looked back at the road.

“I WON’T be telling him you said that.” He laughed and you rolled your eyes. Chris’ hand rested on your thigh and squeezed as he smiled at you and then focused on driving again. When you got to his apartment Chris led you in, kicking off his boots, and flipping on lights.

“Are you hungry? I can make you something to eat. Or do you want me to make you some te-” You walked up behind Chris and hugged him, pressing your face against his firm back.

“Why are you babbling like your nervous Christopher?” He chuckled and rested his hands on yours clasped around him.

“I guess cause I kind of am.” He turned and wrapped his arms around you.

“What do you have to be nervous for? You already know you’re getting lucky.” You winked and he couldn’t help but laugh.

“Oh, do I?” You nodded.

“Well yea, I mean, we’ve already slept together before Chris.” He traced the back of his fingers along your cheek and you closed your eyes, his touch was always so gentle. He examined your entire face memorizing beauty marks, freckles, and that little scar he was going to ask about some time.

“Baby girl that does not matter. We could have had sex a million times and I would never expect it from you. If you don’t want to have sex tonight that’s completely fine. Don’t feel like you have to just because we went out or just because we have before.” You pressed the pads of your fingers against Chris’ full lips silencing him.

“I know Christopher but... I want you. So, please, kiss me.” Chris immediately fulfilled your request cradling your face and softly kissing your lips before barely pulling away and whispering.

“I’ll do anything for you beautiful, just tell me what you want and it’s yours.” He kissed you again, with more fire, and ran his hands down your back, holding you closer to him. It didn’t take long for Chris’ lips to migrate down your neck kissing and nibbling. You were trying to be bolder, more confident, he made you want to be. So, you told Chris exactly what you wanted.

“Want you to m-make me feel good, want... want you t-to show me something new and teach me how to make you feel good.” One of his big hands ran over the swell of your ass and squeezed making you let out an involuntary whimper. Chris closed his eyes and rested his head in the crook of your neck, he let out a deep breath trying to keep control of himself.

“Fuck baby, I just want to rip those fishnets off you, bury my face under your skirt and eat you until you’re shaking.” You let out a gasp as Chris bit a little harder right under your ear.

“That’s the second time tonight you’ve mentioned ripping my clothes off Christopher. Are you just gonna say it? Or are you gonna do it?” Chris’ arms tightened around you.

“Why you little...” He started playfully munching at your neck, tickling you, making you burst out laughing. Chris made you laugh a lot you noticed.

“Okay smart girl, get that sexy ass to my bedroom pronto. I’m gonna make you regret saying that.” Chris spun you in his arms, took a step back and slapped your ass. You let out a little squeak and headed towards his room quickly, still laughing. Chris was right behind you, one hand groping your ass under your skirt as he moved your ponytail and kissed your neck. When you crossed the threshold into Chris’ room you turned and started walking backwards, desperately kissing him as you pulled at his shirt, aching to see his beautifully sculpted body again. He pulled away and ripped his shirt off over his head. He pulled you tightly to him again and kissed you as if he wanted to devour you, tracing his tongue inside your mouth dying to taste you again.

When you got to the bed Chris had you sit and he knelt in front of you. He ran his hands down your legs licking his lips and started to unfasten one of your boots. He looked up at you as he pulled the first one off.

“Baby girl...” He licked his lips again as his eyes darted to what hid under your skirt. He started to unfasten your other boot.

“Can I eat you out?” He pulled the last boot off, running his hands back up your legs and over your thighs, pushing your skirt up, never breaking eye contact now. You chewed at your bottom lip and quietly shook your head.

“Yea?” Chris smiled up at you and you nodded again.

“Let me hear you sweet girl.” You looked away a bit and fiddled with the hem of your skirt nervously.

“Chris...” You looked back at him and he smiled so sweetly at you.

“Yes angel.” You took a deep breath to steady yourself.

“Want you to go down on me, please?” Chris closed his eyes trying to compose himself again. You were just so God damn sweet. No amount of black clothing or eyeliner was going to change that.

“Lean back on your elbows for me baby girl.” You did as Chris said and looked down, watching him between your legs. His fingers tiptoed up your thighs and then he pressed his middle finger against your clothed slit, rubbing firmly up and down. He could feel the wet spot already forming on your panties. He hooked his fingers through the holes of your fishnets and suddenly pulled at them hard, tearing them open, giving him access to your aching core. You gasped out in surprise and started to sit up but one of Chris’ strong hands gently pushed against you, making you lay back again. You relaxed and rested back on your elbows again. Chris smirked up at you.

“I told you I was gonna rip these off of you. Remember angel, I never lie.” He hooked his fingers into your panties and pulled them to the side. When he was eye level with your pussy you started to feel a little nervous again. It was like Chris picked up on it and before you even really had time to worry, he was already working on easing your mind.

“Fuck baby girl, such a pretty pussy, so wet for me already. Can I taste you baby?” He looked up at you waiting for the okay.

“Y-you really want to?” You asked still a little apprehensive.

“If you want me to then FUCK yes I want to eat you out, but if you’re still not comfortable...” You interrupted before he could finish the sentence.

“I want you to.” Chris smiled at you and ran his hands up and down your fishnet covered thighs, massaging and relaxing you.

“Just relax baby girl and let me make you feel good.” You leaned your head back between your shoulders, closed your eyes and took a couple of deep calming breaths. Chris spread you open so he had full access to your clit and he started gently running his tongue over it, letting you get used to the new sensation. Your breathing started to get heavier the more Chris teased his tongue against your sensitive bundle of nerves, then he latched his thick lips around your clit and started softly sucking.

“HOLY FUCK CHRISTOPHER!” You gripped his hair, tugging gently. Chris hummed in satisfaction at your reaction to his ministrations and you writhed under him. Chris started flicking his tongue against your clit and then latched those pouty lips onto you again sucking a little harder. You ran your hands through your own hair now, losing your mind in pleasure. Chris seemed to be enjoying it almost as much as you were. He hummed against your clit again before pulling off.

“I got something special just for you beautiful. A present. Can I show you?” You looked down at him with lust blown eyes, his chin already coated in your arousal.

“A present?” You gave him a lazy smile and Chris shook his head.

“I think you’re going to like it. If I ask you to close your eyes, will you trust me?” You did. You didn’t know why you felt so safe with Chris but he’d never given you any reason not to trust him. You closed your eyes and your head fell back between your shoulders again. When you felt Chris shift and reach over for his nightstand drawer you knew whatever he was about to pull out was going to feel amazing. Chris leaned over to his nightstand, opened the drawer, and pulled out the brand-new bullet vibrator he’d purchased that week for just this occasion. He’d hoped you would let him eat you out and if you did, he wanted to be prepared to blow your mind.

Chris put the bullet in his mouth and lubricated it with his own saliva before running up and down your slit collecting your arousal as well, then slowly pushed it inside you. You gasped at the cold object being inserted inside you.

“Is it okay baby? Do you want me to stop?” You hummed and shook your head no.

“No Chris, don’t stop, just a little cold.” He kissed the exposed skin on inside of your thigh and gently drew his teeth across.

“Are you ready to ascend baby girl?” You nodded your head quickly, your throbbing cunt aching for any kind of attention.

“Yes Christopher, please...” He dove into your pussy again and started alternating between flicks of his tongue against your clit and softly sucking on it, slowly winding the coil inside you again. When you started moving your hips a little, chasing Chris’ tongue and lips, he grabbed the controller to the bullet inside you, turned it on low, and started sucking your clit again.

“FUCK! CH-CHRIS-CHRISTOPHER OH OH FUCK!” It was like someone hit the NOS in a race car the way you were hurling towards your orgasm suddenly. Your back arched off the bed and you tried to push your hips up but Chris’ strong grip held you down. Suddenly he seemed absolutely insatiable. He hooked his arms around your hips pulling you close and buried his face in your cunt, slurping, sucking, biting, devouring every bit of you as he slowly continued to turn up the speed of the bullet.

“I-I-I-I'm... I’m go... FUCK! Chris! I’m gonna cum!” Chris pressed his face into you and hummed hard against your clit as he turned the bullet to max. Chris had asked if you were ready to ascend and that is exactly what you did. It was like an out of body experience you came so hard. You gripped Chris’ hair tightly as your thighs clamped around his head. You could only get out grunts and moans, the ability to speak escaping you. Chris turned off the vibrator and pulled it out of you as he continued to gently make out with your pussy.

When you stopped shaking and slumped back on the bed Chris relented with his kitten licks to your clit and climbed next to you on the bed. He laid propped on one elbow looking down at you as you tried to come back to earth. He pushed a few stray hairs away from your face and you leaned into his touch. His gentle touch. Always so gentle. You sat up and pushed Chris’ broad shoulders so that he would lay back on the bed. You straddled his legs, looking at him as you started to undo the button of his pants.

“Chris, I really want to suck your cock, is that okay?” He nodded, propping himself up to look down at you, a little wide eyed.

“Uh, yea. Okay.” You smiled at him sweetly.

“Okay, and I want you to tell me exactly how you want it.” You continued unzipping his pants, his painfully hard dick pressing against the ever-constricting fabric of his briefs and jeans. You ran your hands down his firm chest and started placing kisses on every freckle you saw on Chris’ washboard stomach. When you got to the prominent one just below his belly button, you started to slide his jeans and underwear down and Chris lifted his hips to assist you. His cock sprung free from its confines standing firm and long. He was so hard you could see every twitch your touch caused, precum already leaking from his tip.

“Christopher, you’re so hard! From the thought of me blowing you?” You ran your fingers gently over his thighs. Chris shook his head no.

“No baby girl I’ve been rock hard since I started eating you out.” You gave him that sweet smile of yours again before wrapping your fingers around him. He closed his eyes and bit his lip, letting out a deep breath, happy to finally get even a little touch from you. You leaned over and let a trail of spit leave your lips. It dripped on Chris’ tip and then ran down his cock. You started to spread it along his shaft and pump him a little firmer.

“Tell me Chris, what do you want me to do?” You kissed the head of his cock as you kept stroking him and he already struggled to form words.

“G-god please put me in that pretty mouth, be a good girl and fucking suck me gorgeous.” You wrapped your lips around the tip of his dick and gently sucked. You swirled your tongue around it and Chris groaned, falling back into the mattress, his hands resting on your head one gently gripping your ponytail.

“Mmm deeper baby girl, see how far you can take it.” You took more of Chris’ cock and hummed around it, sending sweet vibrations all through his body. The deeper you took him the more labored his breathing became. You started to gently palm his balls rolling them as you took him even deeper.

“Fuck, yes just like that oh fuck!” You relaxed your throat and stuck out your tongue allowing him to slide a little further into your throat. The muscles of Chris’ stomach expanded and contracted as he sucked breaths in and out quickly, still gently holding your head. You gagged and the feeling of your throat constricting around Chris’ dick was making him crazy, especially when you tried to take him further even after gagging, effectively choking on Chris’ cock more. The whimper that left him right before he warned you made you clench around nothing.

“Uhh fuuuck I’m gonna cum y/n. Fuck you’re gonna make me cum baby girl.” You firmly gripped the base of Chris cock and his balls in both hands and focused solely on the tip, sucking and bobbing, running your tongue along every ridge, every few bobs down, deep throating him and choking yourself. Suddenly Chris’ grip on your ponytail tightened and your mouth was flooded with his cum.

“Ohohfffuck! That’s a good girl... fuuuuckk. G-good girl.” Chris trembled through his orgasm as you swallowed everything he gave you. Gently sucking and slowly sliding up and down his cock until you swallowed the last bit of his cum. You crawled up straddling him and started to run your fingers along his tummy, drawing the lines of his abs and adonis belt as he tried to catch his breath. You leaned over and pressed your lips to his ear.

“You always taste so sweet Christopher.” You kissed his cheek and he started to come around from the life altering blow job you had just given him.

“So sweet...” You kissed his face again.

“So sweet to me, tastes so sweet...” More kisses to his face, he smiled still fighting to open his eyes, his ears burning red at your gentle praises.

“Sweet. Sweet Christopher.” You kissed his pouty lips and he held your face as he deepened your kiss. Chris’ hands slid down your neck, over your shoulders, and pushed the straps of your suspender skirt down. His hands came to rest on your waist and he held you as he kissed you breathless. Chris slid his hands up your sides and under your crop top and was pleasantly surprised to find you braless. He gripped your breasts with both hands and started rolling your nipples in between his fingers as he licked and nibbled at your neck and ear. Chris sat up with you in his lap and started lifting your shirt. You raised your arms and allowed him to strip it off you. You sat on his lap breasts out, wearing only your skirt, the straps off and dangling, ripped up fishnets, and your soaked panties.

“Such a pretty thing, fuck baby girl look at you. An angel. MY angel.” Chris kissed you as he started to lay you back on the bed. He knelt between your legs and lifted your skirt, hooking his fingers in your fishnets and panties and pulling them off. He gripped your skirt tight and pulled your wet, and now exposed cunt flush against his hips rubbing his hardening cock over your slick folds.

“Gonna fuck you hard in this cute little skirt baby girl. You ready?” You rubbed yourself against him coating his shaft in your juices.

“Yes Chris god please fuck me. Want you to fuck me stupid!” He leaned over and kissed you one more time before reaching over into his nightstand again for a condom, he pulled out the wand vibrator he’d used on you the last time as well and sat it next to you.

“Is it okay if I use our little friend here again?” You spread your legs further and nodded.

“Yes! Make me feel good. Fuck me, touch me, do whatever you want to me Chris” Chris closed his eyes and bit his lip. You always said things that made Chris have to take a minute and control himself. He ripped the condom open and slid it down his cock before rubbing it up and down you wet cunt. He was rubbing the tip of his cock firmly on your clit and then suddenly slid back and pushed inside you fully, burying his dick into you until his balls pressed against your ass.

“Christopher!” You gasped surprised and because he always seemed to brush the right spot inside you every time. He smiled and ran his hands along your body and clasped them behind you. He lifted you so your hips were off the bed, his cock still buried deep inside you. He cocked an eyebrow at you.

“I hope you’re ready to get fucked good beautiful.” Before you could beg for that to please happen, Chris started snapping his hips into you in short, controlled thrusts. Between the angle he held you up in and the fact that his cock seemed to be drawn to your g-spot, your body started buzzing quickly.

“Fuck yes Chris oh my god yes! Harder fuck me harder!” Chris knew by the way you were begging for his cock, that tonight was going to be a night of absolutely unhinged, no holds barred, fucking and he was absolutely wild about it. He started fucking you harder just like you asked and picked up the wand vibrator. When you saw it in his hand you clenched around him.

“FUCK! Oh god! Does this make my baby girl excited?” He turned it on, still not touching you with it, and you clenched again.

“GOD FUCK! SO TIGHT! Oh baby girl!” He pressed the vibrator against your clit as he continued to fuck you hard. You tensed up and suddenly Chris’ cock was in a vice grip. Your back arched up off the bed but Chris didn’t let up.

“Just let go, lose yourself, I’ve got you beautiful. So fucking pretty. Lose your mind on my cock baby.” You went limp and let Chris take you there.

“I’m so fucking close Chris, I’m gonna I’m...” Just as you were about to cum Chris turned up the vibrator and you started squirting all over his cock. Your cunt tried to squeeze his him out, but he held the base of his dick firmly and kept fucking you as your cum coated everything below his waist. He pulled his cock out and slapped it against your pussy hard, the contact with your clit sending jolts of electricity through your body from overstimulation.

You laid there completely fucked out, chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath, a light layer of sweat already visible on Chris’ forehead and temples. He barely ran his fingers over your sensitive body. He waited until you opened your eyes. You had a dreamy look on your face when you finally did. Chris leaned down and kissed you, his big lips easily overtaking yours.

“You good baby girl?” You took a few more deep breaths, licked your lips and nodded.

“I’m good Chris, I’m good baby.” He smiled at you and ran his thumb across the bottom lip you had just been chewing on.

“You ready for more?” Your heart rate picked up and you shook your head again.

“That’s my good girl. You’re always such an angel for me baby girl. I gotta take care of my good girl, don’t I?” You propped yourself up on your elbows looking at him with those big doe eyes. Ohh, the things he was going to do to you, show you. Chris pulled your skirt down and off, tossing it in the pile of clothes accumulating on the floor.

“I want my good girl face down and ass up for me yea?” You started to blush. Chris leaned down and kissed you again.

“Bend over for me baby girl and I promise to make you float so high you’ll never want to come down.” Chris sat back on his calves while you got to your hands and knees.

“There you go, one more thing though.” He leaned forward his firm cock pressed against your ass cheek and bent your arms making you put your weight on your elbows. As soon as you did your ass was perched higher and your back arched. Chris sat back up and started rubbing your ass cheeks, kneading and massaging, rubbing small circles and spreading you to get a better look at your soaked cunt. He lined the head of his dick up with your entrance then leaned over and spit on his tip before slowly sinking back into you. His spit smeared across your hole and his shaft as he slid in further. When his hips were flush with your ass cheeks he held onto your hips and gave you a deep hard thrust.

“FUCK CHRISTOPHER YES!” That was all he needed to hear. He started giving you long deep thrusts, every so often giving you a hard one that sent you further and further down on the mattress. He spanked your ass just enough to make it sting in the most delicious way and then rubbed the spot before gripping your ass again.

“Yes take that cock! Such a good girl bending over and taking what I give you. Does it feel good baby girl?” You moaned and nodded; your face pressed into the bed.

“Yes yes yes! FUCK ME CHRISTOPHER FUCK ME!” He loved seeing you lose it underneath him but he wanted to see you go fucking feral.

“I gonna make you feel even better baby girl, you trust me?” You always knew when Chris asked you that a mind-blowing experience was around the corner.

“Fuck yes Chris, I trust you, I trust you, fuck yes yes!” He smacked your ass a few more times until it started to get red and a little numb, then he gripped your ass cheeks and spread them letting spit drip from his thick lips onto your asshole. Chris collected his spit with his thumb and started massaging around your asshole, just massaging gently as he fucked you deep. The guttural moan you let out as you felt your next orgasm approaching sent Chris into a frenzy. He fucked you hard and fast, pressing his thumb against your asshole.

“Chris Chris Chris fuckFuckFUCK!!!” You screamed into the mattress as you came for the third time that night, Chris mercilessly pounding into you prolonging your orgasm.

“That’s a good girl, gooood girl. My sweet fucked out little angel. So good for me.” You nodded your head, your face still pressed into the bed. Chris eased you down on the bed and laid next to you. Your ponytail was falling down, your face was red and covered in sweat, your eyeliner and mascara was running a bit. Chris was also red-faced and covered in sweat, his curls wild. He pushed the hairs sticking to your face away, gently cupped your cheek and kissed you so sweetly like he didn’t just have you bent over getting railed hard while he played with your asshole.

“Check in baby girl. You good? Do you need anything? Water? A rest?” You shook your head yes.

“What do you need baby, I’ll get it for you, just tell me?” You ran a hand through Chris’ sweaty curls pushing his hair away from his face too.

“Need you to cum for me Chris... please cum for me.” He bit his lip so hard he thought he might draw blood and nodded.

“I’ll cum for you angel I’ll cum for you. Think you have enough left in you to ride me baby?” You sat up and pushed against Chris’ broad muscular shoulders making him lay back again. You straddled him and lined his cock up with your juicy pussy again.

“Go on baby girl, if it looks like a seat, sit on it.” Chris watched as his cock disappeared between the apex of your legs. When he was balls deep inside you, you slowly started grinding your hips back and forth, your hands braced against Chris’ hard stomach, fingers spread as you started riding him faster.

“So big, fills me up so good Chris.” His hands gripped your hips helping you keep your rhythm. He smacked your ass.

“How you supposed to ride that cock baby girl?” You bit your lips looking down at him as you took his whole dick inside you.

“Like it’s mine Chris.” You picked up the pace, riding him faster.

“Good girl, why?” You moaned and leaned forward bracing your hands on his firm chest grinding your pussy against him harder.

“Fuck! Because it is!” Chris smacked your ass harder.

“Hmm, who’s cock is it?” You took him faster, harder and he slapped your ass in the same spot again.

“Mine!” Slap, again.

“Who’s?!” You lost your mind, leaned back bracing yourself on his thick thighs and started riding Chris as hard and fast as your worn-out body would allow.

“FUCK MINE! MINE!! ITS MY FUCKING COCK CHRISTOPHER!” Chris worked you back and forth over his dick your clit rubbing firmly against his pelvic muscles sending you teetering towards another orgasm.

“You’re God damned right angel, I’m yours. You’ve torn me apart and put me back together, I’m FUCKING YOURS BABY GIRL!” Chris picked up the wand vibrator, pressed it against where the two of you met and turned it on high. You started squirting again, drenching Chris’ crotch in your release as your cunt successfully squeezed his cock out. It slapped against his lower belly, you quickly rolled the condom off his dick and started rubbing your glistening, cum soaked pussy over it.

“Cum for me Christopher, please baby cum wanna make you feel good fuck fuck cum for me!” You ran your dripping cunt over his cock again. Chris’ hips involuntarily thrusted up and warm, thick, ropes of cum started shooting from his cock, streaking across his abs.

“Fuck baby girl FUCK! Don't stop ride it out for me baby ride it out!” You slowly rubbed yourself against Chris as the last of his cum shot from him and pooled in the crevices of his abs. You slid back on Chris’s legs, leaned over and started cleaning his and your cum from his stomach. Licking the lines of his muscles savoring the mingled taste of the two of you.

“FUCK such a good girl cleaning up too. Good girl, fuck that feels so good.” Your lips ghosted across his abs as you sucked and scooped up his cum with your tongue until he was spotless. You fell over onto the bed next to him absolutely wrecked. Chris went to get up and you propped yourself up on your elbows to see what he was doing. He looked back at you and gave you that smirk of his.

“You’ve got about fifteen minutes to hydrate and recuperate before it’s my turn to clean you up.” Chris winked, leaned back to kiss you, and got up to grab a couple bottles of water for both of you. You slumped back in the bed laughing as you were still trying to catch your breath.

You and Chris ended up fucking three more times. When you both were completely spent Chris changed the bedding and you went to shower. When the bed was done Chris joined you to help you finish and to wash up himself. When you were both clean and dry, you collapsed into bed, a mess of tangled limbs, holding one another. You fell asleep immediately.

The next morning you most definitely did not wake up early. In fact, you only woke up when Chris’ lips softly pressed against your neck, then your cheek, your temple, your forehead. You laughed when he kissed the tip of your nose and then his pouty lips connected with yours and you melted like you always did when Chris kissed you.

“Good morning beautiful.” You looked up at him and could tell he had just woken up himself, his eyes were still puffy and red from sleep, his voice still deep and groggy.

“Good morning, Christopher.” You closed your eyes and smiled as you stretched your arms out trying to wake up more. You both laid in bed for a while laughing and talking. Finally, you willed Chris to get up with the promise of making him breakfast this time and his soft spot for you and food won over his soft spot in the bed. After breakfast you and Chris took another shower and you both were unable to resist going down on the other while in there.

When you were done in the shower that arguably took longer than needed with your oral fixations satiated, Chris gave you some sweats and a t-shirt to borrow and said he was giving you a ride home and not taking no for an answer. He pulled up outside of your apartment building and parked.

“I had a really good time with you last night y/n and while the sex was...UHHHHhhmazing, that’s not what I mean. You’re so funny and intelligent and drop dead gorgeous and well... I’m just trying to say I really like you and I hope you’ll let me take you out again sometime and if you do you can pick the date next time.” Your face was burning, you were blushing so hard.

“I would definitely love to go out with you again Chris.” He gave you a shy smile. He had this way about him. Like a switch he flipped, he was sex personified one moment and then he’d giggle or give you that shy smile and he was the cutest guy in the world. You leaned over, cupped Chris’ face, kissed him, and pressed your forehead against his.

“Text me.” Chris’s smile grew a mile wide, scrunching his eyes and making his dimples appear.

“I absolutely will.” You laughed and gave him one more peck on the lips before you got out of the car. You napped and did laundry with the rest of your Sunday, and you were still tired enough to sleep through the night. Fucking Chris was like running a marathon, you wondered if he was as exhausted as you were. When you woke up on Monday morning you had a text waiting for you from Chris.

You tossed your phone on the bed and got up to get ready for work. The closer the time got for you to go the more you dreaded it. You’d had the best weekend with Chris and had taken your mind completely off of work but now it was time to get back to the real world and deal with the real problem that was your disgusting boss.

When you got to work the higher ups announced that there was some routine IT maintenance that was happening and that systems would be up and down all day but that you’d be warned beforehand. You settled in at your cubical and just tried to keep your head down as much as possible. About the middle of the day your system went down in the middle of working on an important report. You got up from your desk irritated and went to find the IT guy so he could turn your computer back on and hopefully you hadn’t lost all your work. You walked into the server room and started looking up the rows of computer towers. As you made it to the end of the rows on one side you heard the door open and click closed. You started back up towards the other end of the room.

“Hey guy! I need you to turn that block of computers back on that you just cut off with no warning!” No reply, but you could hear shuffling down past the last row of towers.

“Hey! I said...” You turned the corner and there was your boss standing there looking very pleased with himself.

“Hey princess, glowing again I see. You know it really hurts my feelings you're letting someone else tap that ass and won’t give me a little taste.” He started to walk up on you, backing you up to the wall.

“I’ll scream.” He laughed. His stale cigar breath hit you and you almost gagged.

“Oh, now princess, there’s no need for screaming, even if you did, in this room? No one would hear.” You could feel your heart beating out of your chest. Your boss leaned in caging you against the wall with his arms, licking his lips, your throat felt like it was constricting. You thought you might actually vomit if is lips touched you. Suddenly the door opened again, and someone walked in. Your boss looked over quickly to see who was standing there and then you did.

“Christopher?!” You were always happy when you saw Chris but didn’t think you had ever been so happy to see him as you were at that moment. Once Chris realized it was you trapped against the wall, he also realized what he’d walked in on.

“Y/N?” He stormed towards you and your boss with a look in his eye you had never seen before. He snatched him up by his jacket and slammed him against the wall by you.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?!” The manager above your boss, Mr. Nealy, had been waiting for Chris just outside of the server room. When your block of computers accidentally got shut down with no warning, his computer also did. He accompanied Chris to the server room to make sure they were turned back on, and the right ones were turned off. When Chris slammed Mr. Tate against the wall, Mr. Nealy heard the commotion and went in to see what was going on. He saw you standing there wide eyed, scared, and Chris holding your boss almost off the ground against the wall. Mr. Nealy spoke very calmly.

“Excuse me Mr. Bang please unhand my employee, or I’ll have to call security.” Chris let go immediately and your boss, shaken up, started fixing his coat and hair.

“No Mr. Nealy, call security this man tried to assault me!” Chris swelled up ready to show him an assault, but you held him back by his shoulders.

“No don’t Christopher.” Mr. Nealy looked at you and pointed.

“You Ms. Y/l/n. Young lady, you tell me what’s going on here.” You looked like a deer in headlights, but you cleared your throat and answered him.

“Well sir, Mr. Tate has been sexually harassing me for the last month. I know Christopher from outside of work and I told my friend here about the harassment recently. Today when my computer went down, I went looking for the IT guy to ask about turning it back on, not realize Christopher was who was hired for the job. When I came into the server room Mr. Tate followed me in and trapped me. Chris walked in just before Mr. Tate kissed me and stopped him.” He looked at your boss with narrowed eyes.

“Mr. Tate what were you told after the last complaint filed on you.” He didn’t answer, only pulled nervously at his tie. As calmly as ordering his coffee Mr. Nealy spoke again.

“You’re fired Mr. Tate. Collect your things quietly and leave the premises or I’ll be forced to call security and have you prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law. Is that clear?” Your boss, ex-boss, grumbled and walked out to collect his belongings and you were thankful you wouldn’t have to be suffocated by his disgusting cigar breath anymore. Mr. Nealy turned to you again.

“Dear, in the future, if you ever feel uncomfortable or harassed, please do come forward and tell. We are for victim advocacy in this company and will support you in any way possible.” You nodded and he then turned to Chris.

“You’re a good friend young man, keep an eye on her for us, she’s a nice girl and an asset to this company.” Chris nodded.

“Yes sir, and I’ll get the computers on and finish the maintenance asap.” The older gentleman waved him off.

“Take your time son, make sure she’s okay. The computers can wait a bit.” Chris bowed. Mr. Nealy smiled at you and exited the room leaving you and Chris alone. Chris immediately cradled your face and pressed his forehead to yours.

“Are you okay?!” He sounded so worried. You nodded quickly.

“I am Chris I am. You came in before he could do anything. I’m okay, really.” He closed his eyes and let out a deep breath and took another, trying to slow his racing heart.

“I... I know it’s early in this, us, and I know we didn’t meet the most conventional way but... I really care about you y/n.” He stopped and looked deep into your eyes, then leaned in and pressed his full lips against yours.

“I don’t know what I would have done if he had done something to you, if he had hurt you.” You shook your head and buried your face in his soft black hoodie. Chris squeezed you tightly and kissed the top of your head. Once both of your hearts returned to a normal rhythm Chris gave you another kiss and you both went to go back to work. Just before you walked out of the server room you turned back.

“Christopher?” He turned, raising his eyebrows.

“Hmm?” You chewed on your thumb nail.

“I... just so you know, I really care about you too.” Chris’ dimples appeared instantly when he smiled. He went to go back to work and you cleared your throat a little, getting his attention again.

“Oh, Uh... one more thing? Well... would you want to come over for dinner tonight, Christopher?” Chris walked over to you, grabbed your hand and kissed the back of it softly.

“I would love to baby girl.”

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[ace-does-stuff]

a 180 degree turn of events

Summary: the aftermath of a once in a lifetime event leaves John Dory with Pop Villages strongest Troll, and Smidge with a washed up a Pop Star

Warnings: suggestive themes right off the bat, check Ao3 port for full tags

Authors Note: @ohposhers THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU LET INSANE PEOPLE ONTO YOUR POSTS, shoutout to @8biteyesight for going off with me. hickdory? chazdory? fishshipping? dawndory? naw man we got fuckin smidgedory up in this joint, kill me now. hope ya'll enjoy and if you do consider dropping a reblog or checkin the Ao3 port, it really means a lot

If there was one thing John Dory never expected to happen in the entirety of his life it would be hooking up with a Troll half his size, who was at least twice as strong as he is. He's still reeling over the whole 'half his size thing,' he plans on coming to terms with the 'twice his strength' part later.

But regardless, he's walking through Pop Village holding hands with Smidge the day after, still working through the previous night and how fast he realized he was not going to be in control. One second he's in a bar and the next this short little Troll walks up to him and asks him if he'd like to spend the night. And then he's going through motions he's only went through with Country Trolls nearly twice his size.

"So, Smidge," John begins with cautiously as she pulls a chair out for him, she takes a seat across from him and gestures for her to go on, "Last night."

Smidge grins, leaning on her elbows just a bit, "Go on."

He taps the table nervously, unsure of how to broach the subject. He takes a deep breath, "Was that gonna be a one night stand, or will there be more?"

The yellow Troll freezes up a bit. That's a response she's never gotten before, she usually gets requests to not have it be that way again, or requests to never sleep together again. She shoulders the requests with ease, already used to the sting of rejection after being a bit too rough and taking charge. Instead of that she gets the retired leader of Brozone asking for more, "What?"

John laughed, a forced one, stiff and embarrassed, "Dumb question, sorry," He goes to push out his chair but Smidge is still staring at him, in shock for the most part. He can't just, leave her, in shock, that'd be rude, "I'll go get drinks."

It gives Smidge enough time to process John's request, John's request that wasn't anything like any previous result of her past hook ups which were taboo enough in Pop Village. She's flabbergasted really, asked for another night by the leader of Brozone, Pops biggest sensation that barely skimmed the edges of other genres. And she's heard rumors that John Dory is a bit of a slut, sleeps around and stays on the bottom, but she didn't think they'd be true, didn't think she'd get a chance to test them.

Her brows are furrowing as she tries to wrap her head around this reality she's landed herself in. On one hand she could be in a relationship with John, on the other hand she'd be in a relationship with John and that could be stressful.

He places down this overly sugary drink in front of her before she can come to a conclusion. She sits up a little bit straighter and takes a couple sips of the drink, over saturated with bright colors from local fruits and flavored with dragon fruit and blueberry.

John sits across from her and he's nearly shaking, he's afraid if nothing else. If this goes wrong he's dead, he wouldn't put it past Smidge to kill him, he wouldn't put it past himself to enjoy it either. She's strong, loud, dominant- what's not to love? He's staring her down and he doesn't realize it, "Is this a one night stand, or no?" John presses rather boldly.

"It could be a one night stand," Smidge answered with, "Nobodies asked me for a two night stand before."

"I was asking for a relationship," The words are tumbling out of his mouth before he can stop himself, "If you're single of course, wouldn't be shocked if you weren't- you're lovely and all that."

Smidge takes a contemplative sip of her drink, nearly crushing the bottle in her paws. She places down the bottle and brushes her hands down on each other, "You really think you can handle me in a full time relationship? No one else has stepped up and survived."

John gives this nervous sound, "Well, twenty years in the mountains gives you experience, I'll step up and survive."

Smidge gives a hum, "Alright, it's settled, we're officially a thing," Her voice gets quieter and quieter as she speaks, to avoid a swath of Pop Trolls getting excited over a new couple.

-/-/-/-

"Why is Smidge here?" Clay asked.

"Why is Viva here?" John mimicked back at him as he held Smidge a little closer, "She's my girlfriend."

Branch has the guts to give a small snort of laughter, "I think you being her boyfriend is more accurate."

"And what are you insinuation by that, Branch?" Smidge questioned.

"Nothing, nothing at all," He's smirking behind the mug of coffee being raised to his lips as he speaks.

And Smidge growls, a paw sifting through her hair calms her down swiftly.

"So Smidge and Viva are allowed but Creek isn't?" Floyd asked.

"You know exactly why that traitorous bitch isn't allowed in my bunker," Branch answered with.

"That's homophobia," Floyd muttered before he could stop the snide remark from escaping.

Branch ignores the comment, "Onto matters of importance, tour dates and if we're gonna do tours again."

Smidge barely bites back a hushed, "Oh my god!" and it makes John grin, an appreciative warmth flooding through his chest.

He's her boyfriend, and she's excited about the idea of future tours, he almost feels smug about it. Dating Pop Village's strongest Troll and she likes the music he wrote? He's winning and everyone is both jealous and afraid of them, especially when they're caught in the midst of hand to hand combat in the woods to blow off steam. A little bit of violence between lovers is important sometimes.

"We should hit up the Rock Trolls,"

"They'll kill us, Floyd,"

[gremlin-writes-angst]

"Lets get food"

The (short, less than 1k) beginning of my brother's best friend fanfic featuring Ash x Darlin

Currently unsure of what the whole fic rating will be but for this chapter id say it pretty safe.

content and trigger warnings: mention of vampire feeding, low energy, mentions of sleeping around.

I'd like to thank everyone who liked my original post about this idea. I had started writing a ( completely different) first chapter but wasn't feeling inspired till people started liking that post

a special thanks to @professionallyyappin and @dawnofiight . Thank you for rebloging my idea and just helping me feel motivated

Sorry for any grammar and spelling mistakes and enjoy :)

'Let's get food'

A seemingly normal text message 

That was the point,  so if anyone, more specifically David, saw it, he wouldn't think twice about it 

But what it meant was 

“ I need a ride after sleeping with a stranger”

Darlin didn't drive anymore, not after Gabe

And there was no way they were going to let David know how many people they slept with

Originally they would just walk home, in the dark sketchy parts of town

Until Asher saw them one day

“Darlin?”

He called out at the hooded figure

They ignored him

“ Darlin, I know that's you.”

They didn't know why he called them that, he was the only one

“What Asher?”

They turned to face Asher, his car stopping in the middle of the road.

Darlin looked around and as usual, no other cars were on the street

“ What are you doing out here? I don't know if you've checked the time recently but, it's not walking around time.”

He smiled at them

“I'm just- yeah”

They didn't want to admit the truth.

They couldn't let him tell David

“That's not a very good answer”

He laughed before leaning over and opening the passenger door from inside

“ get in, I'll take you where you need to be”

He offered but didn't demand,  like most of the men Darlin knew.

“ I'm- “

They take a moment to breathe,  feeling woozy From the blood loss

“ I'm all good Ashy”

He barked out a laugh

“ If you're calling me Ashy, you're not good.”

They couldn't argue.

So they climbed in, defending their self

“ This is just easier, I could handle myself”

Their sparky sentence was shorter than it typically would be. 

Another sign something was wrong

“ I know, but you don't seem at your full strength. And like you said, this is easier”

After a while he realized they weren't going to buckle their seat, so he leaned over to do so.

They simply rolled their eyes

Asher started to drive

Darlin Didn't say anything for a long time

he even though they might have dozed off.

Until they gasped and pointed

“Wendy's. Ashy we have to get Wendy's!”

They called him Ashy again,  he's starting to like it

Silently he pulls into the parking lot and parks

“ They have a drive through”

Darlin states 

“Darlin, If you're trying to hide what I think you're hiding from David, we're going to need more time.”

A vague sentence but Darlin caught on

“ lobby it is”

Darlin had a new pep in their step as they entered and started the order.

Once Darlin was done, Asher added his burger along with the same thing they ordered.

Before Darlin could get their wallet Asher had already Paid

It was a little disorienting, Darlin always paid, not because they preferred but simply because they knew the other wouldn't

They were too confused to even say thank you.

They found a table, amongst the sea of empty tables

Before Asher sat down their order was called, so he went to get it.

Setting the food down before going to fill up their drinks

When he returned, Darlin had already started to wolf down their burger

No pun intended

They didn't say a word as they reached for their drink, taking a swig before going back for a big bite

Asher just smiled to himself

When Darlin finished their burger they spoke

“ How'd you know what drink I wanted”

He jokingly rolled his eyes at the Question

“ I've known you for like, 8 years now. If I didn't know what drink you preferred I wouldn't be a good friend”

They started stealing fries from Ashers' plates, even though they still had their own heaping pile

With fries in their mouth, they said

“ I didn't know you considered us friends”

The sentence made Asher feel cold 

He prides himself on being a good friend to almost everyone. 

Darlin quickly caught on to Asher's negative reaction and tried to reverse it.

“ Not that you were bad or anything but I just thought you were David's friend,  and I was just an extension of David”

Darlin's words didn't seem to cheer Asher up, but he still smiled And pretended it was fine

“ Well I see you as your person, even if you are related to David, you are not just His little sibling to me”

Darlin felt chills at that

Good chills

Probably their first time getting good chills

They didn't realize that was important to them

But they couldn't let Asher know that

“I'm only 4 months younger Than him”

Asher takes a bite of his food before, with His mouth full, continuing the conversation

“I wasn't talking age, he's At least a foot taller Than you”

Darlin laughed and rolled their eyes.

They then pointed to the extra burger

“ Can I?”

Others would probably not find that short sentence charming,  but Asher did. 

At least in perspective 

Darlin was actively stealing Asher's fries but when It came to the burger they asked.

And when they asked, their voice was shy and sweet. 

Asher liked every part of Darlin', but it was a side the soft sweet side one they hid away, so it was like a treat for Asher

“ I got it for you. So yeah”

Darlins' energy seemed to dip again, not severely but Asher noticed it. 

He decides to hold back his thoughts for the day.

Darlin finished Their food and they left

The rest of the night was uneventful As he drove them home

He messaged them that night

'I know you can take care of yourself, but you don't have to'

After he sent it he felt vulnerable, so he tried to soften it

'We can get food to'

Low and behold a couple of days later he got a text

'Let's get food'

Followed By an address 

Darlin was letting Asher into a part of Their life.

A part only he was allowed

[deblklesb]

[Let's get physical! Pt. 1 — Abby x Reader]

[established relationship, fem!reader, fluffy but gets kinda nsfw by the end, jocker!abby, modern!au, MDNI]

cw: flirty times, nsfw memories, hip trusts

a/n: this was a request sent by @cottagecheese340! thanks for the request, i had the most fun writing this. i plan to post part2 as soon as i can! hope you enjoy it! (ps.: not me projecting on the reader about the social awkwardness)

not proof read (eng is not my first language, if something is wrong y'all can let me know!)

reblogs are highly appreciated!

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You almost didn't enter your apartment as your leg keeps pulsating with pain. Not only because of the physical difficulty, but also because you could already imagine your girlfriend's reaction: concern, and then she would help you carefully and spoil you for the rest of the night because you're hurt. 

It didn't sound bad - it didn't feel either -, but you couldn't help but feel embarrassed anyway. Embarrassment got you there, in the first place.

Being a socially awkward person wasn't easy like some people think. Actually, it's hard to find ways to escape social situations just to feel a little more comfortable. Gym was an example of that: you've always had a hard time concealing with that environment because of the amount of people and the state of mind you'd have to get into - which was harder precisely because of the people around. So you didn't know much about gym exercises, despite needing to go there and do them. 

But, hey, it could be easier since your girlfriend is a major gym goer, right? 

Absolut, fuckingly wrong. 

Asking her to help you was a hard time on its own. Abby was the most caring, sweet person with you, but… You're embarrassed. And not that you never announce your needs and wants, but that specific topic was difficult. 

Well, that sore leg would do the work, uh? 

Breathing deeply, you unlocked the door and carefully entered the illuminated apartment, trying your best to walk properly and not limp. 

"Babe?" Her voice came from the kitchen, she was probably making dinner. 

"Hi, love", you tried to sound chill and super not painful. "What are you doing?" 

"Just some pasta and beef, thought we could use a proper dinner since I got out of work earlier today", her tall figure appeared on the hallway, reaching you in a second to kiss you once, twice. A small smile adorned her lips as she looked at you. "How you doing?" 

"I'm fine", you smiled too, kinda using the hug to not lean on the sore leg. "And you?" 

"Better now", her tone was so caring and flirty, it took a chuckle from you. "Were you at the gym?" 

"Ah, I-...", you couldn't deny when wearing the same clothes from earlier, but you looked away and your brain malfunctioned for a second. "Uh- yeah! Guess I could try some gym time, y'know?" 

"Oh, how was it?" Abby parted the hug, grabbing your bag to help you to the room. 

"It was… Interesting", yeah, getting hurt it's very interesting. 

You both started to walk to your shared bedroom, and as much as you tried not to look at her with guilt and walk properly, Abby stopped on her tracks and made your heart skip a beat. Fuck her sharp eyes. 

"Babe, are you okay? Why are you limping?" Her hand rested on your shoulder, warm and careful as she was with you. 

You hissed with pain when learning on the right leg to prove her wrong, ruining all the effort to hide the situation. Then you sighed, finally looking directly at her and supporting yourself on the wall. 

"I kinda may have hurted my leg a little", her eyes widened at that, your bag being left on the table as Abby came closer to help you stand properly. "doing some movement. I think it wasn't exactly well done…"

"Shit, babe, come here", you leaned on her until reaching the couch, where you sat with your back against the arm of the furniture, stretching the leg. "I'll turn off the stove, be right back", she patted your thigh, running to the kitchen. 

The seconds she was away were used for you to sigh again, trying not to feel too anxious. You didn't like to think that you were disturbing or something, even though you knew that was a crazy idea - the intrusive thoughts were troublesome sometimes. 

"Now tell me how this happened", she held an ointment whilst sitting with your leg on her lap. 

Abby didn't seem annoyed or anything, obviously. She just started to spread the mint-smell substance on the place you pointed when she asked. 

"I was… trying to work my leg on one of those machines and then it started to hurt, I don't know exactly where I messed up." Your breath were a little bit short with nervousness. 

"It's okay, it's normal. Especially since you aren't accustomed to gym props", her voice was so calm while the strong hands massaged the sore muscle. "Why didn't you ask me to help you?" 

"Because I was kinda embarrassed", you revealed after some seconds, face blushing a little since you still had a hard time opening up. Well, if someone were there to support you and listen to you without judgment, that would be your girlfriend, right? Her and your closest friends were those people. "I don't like going to the gym, but I need to. And it's frustrating enough, I didn't want to feel like I was asking too much, or something, especially because… I have absolutely no idea of what I'm doing and it's even more embarrassing" 

"Okay", Abby nodded carefully, locking eyes with you while her hands kept working. She remained calm, not wanting to alarm you in any way. "Well, I want you to know you wouldn't be asking too much. And that I will tell you if I can't help you with something, but I'll be here supporting you regardless and I'll do my best. Alright?" 

The feeling of her palms on your leg were starting to relax you, as you nodded and breathed deeply for once.  

"And look, I'm a grown woman. I think I can handle helping you and establishing my limits. What do you think?" She smiled to reassure you. 

"I think you're right, grown woman", you both chuckled as she finished the massage. You held a hand of hers and kissed the back of it, caressing her skin as you rested the head on the furniture then. Your heart was calming itself gradually. "Thank you. I love you"

"Love you too, kitty cat." The nickname made you laugh. She started to call you that way after finding a picture of you dressed as a human-size cat for your cousin's birthday. The costume had orange fur and your face was painted and all. You felt funny but your cousin loved it. 

"Will you ever let go of this?"

"Never", the honey-blonde stood up and rested your leg on the couch again, kissing you on the lips briefly, her braid falling to the side when she leaned over. "Now let me finish the dinner. We'll eat and then go bath"

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A week later you both decided to go to the gym together. Abby said that it would be empty on earlier hours, and so you got out of bed with difficulty due to the diminished sleeping time. 

It started to be a routine: three times a week Abby helped you choose the machines to work on and then she'd indicate the right way to use it. The woman would supervise and then go to work on her own series, still watching you carefully from where she stood. 

You had to admit, with that silence around and just the two of you there, the environment didn't seem that bad. The rays of sunshine would start to enter the place more brightly, as the morning advanced. Only you, Abby and the receptionist were at that entire gym.  

But, on top of that, there was another thing that kept you coming to the gym all those days. 

The vision of Abby concentrated, pulling weights in different positions and machines, made you quiver. And even more: her care and delicacy while teaching you the movements and explaining the machines… That was something else. 

You were a major simp for your girlfriend talking about stuff she liked and was dedicated to, but it didn't help how she looked and behaved inside the gym. Knowing how your body comfort was in her hands created a responsibility, a commitment to lay all the information necessary in the most clear way. 

First, she'd show you the machine in general. Explain how it worked and the purpose, show you the gadgets, all of that constantly looking back at you to be sure of your understanding. Then, Abby would have you positioned on the machine and would instruct how to work on it, slowly and attentive to your posture. 

"Your back needs to be straight, babe. Yes, just like that"

After her blue eyes crossed over your body to catch in every detail she could, while you did a series, Abby would smile and say "that's it, you're ready to go, pretty girl"

And you didn't wanna say how absolutely sexy that was. 

How you needed extra effort to concentrate on her words, because the overall situation threw you off so easily. How her gestures and indications with her hands made you hold back enamored sighs. Or how her light touches on your body, to guide you through the first few movements, or just get your attention to the correct position, created little heat spaces on your skin. 

That whole situation unlocked a new amazing thing to notice about your girlfriend, and you felt like a blessing fell into you. The sore muscle was worth it. 

"Understood?" Her voice called you back from a daydream. 

Putting to the side the thoughts that came from her so eloquent speech, you nodded and thanked Abby, before the woman went to carry some weights. 

Looking from afar, you tried to concentrate on your series, working your legs. The image of Abby pushing up with the arms on her sides, going up and down next to her head, biceps flexing and abdomen and chest moving with breath. Skin getting flushed red and sweaty with effort. 

You tried so hard not to notice too much, not to make your sights explicit, but then the minutes passed and Abby finished her series. And the blue eyes rested on you, a fact you took longer to understand than you were proud of. 

Looking away and finishing your own series, you tried not to blush under her attention and cleared your throat, grabbing the bottle of water. Your legs hurt a bit, heavy muscles. 

"Okay, what now?" You asked, resting a hand on the hip. 

"Now rest a little", the blonde suggested with a smirk while using the shirt to dry her sweaty face, your heart skipped a beat or two at the vision of her abs. Damn her for still getting you on your feelings. "Wanna help me out?" 

"M'kay. Let's see what you got", she chuckled, going to a horizontal bench now. 

You put the bottle to the side, and when you looked at her again she was seated on the floor. 

"What you want me to do?" Abby looked up when you stood next to her, propping herself with her back against the bench, hips out of the ground and legs separated. 

"Sit on me"

You blinked once and twice, gulping. Phrasing like that you might as well do it anyways. 

"Excuse me?" 

"Sit on my hip, babe. Rest your feet on my thighs", she kept instructing you, but your mind wasn't really caring about the indications. The implications were on stake here, as you straddled as she told and felt your face getting hotter. "You can put your hands on my shoulders to balance", and you did so, her warm hands holding yours carefully. "Ready?" 

Before you could nod, Abby lowered her hips and then trusted up.

You couldn't remember a time when you got that flustered around her, trying not to think about what that looked like, what would happen if someone got in the room, how fucking hot was the fact that your girlfriend could sustain your weight on her hips. Without permission, your cunt throbbed. 

For sure you had an unbelieved expression, staring at Abby's face in order to avoid the sight of where your bodies met lower.

"Keep still, okay? You're doing good", you couldn't talk. Any words were thrown away from your mind right now, at least the adequate ones.

She kept doing that and you kept trying not to pathetically moan over that situation alone. 

Her body was so firm and hot. 

What the fuck was happening? 

Abby rested, sitting on the floor for some seconds with you still on her lap, hands gripping her shoulders. "That was awesome", her voice was excited but also with a hint of something else as she tenderly touched your hips and continued. "We should try it more frequently" 

"Yeah", your voice cracked, demanding you to clear your throat. "Absolutely" 

And then the silence was too loud and consuming, just the two of you there in that position. 

Her features caught your attention; blue eyes and freckled skin, beautiful lips and nose, cheeks and chin you loved to kiss. All of her seemed to call for you. 

"Babe", her voice, the velvety tone that could take you to the stars, drew you back again. "Ready for another one?" 

"Go for it", you smiled with effort to not fall into more fantasies right now, in a public space. "Let's see how much you can take it"

Abby's smug sent chills through your spine as she adjusted and then trusted the hips again, eyes locked on your with the most consuming determination. You held back a whine, breathing deeply with her. 

"Fuck…", you whispered at another trust, moisturing your lips. 

"What, babe?"

And just like that you mind flew to that time when she fucked you with her strap. When you cried her name and let out incomprehensible words under your moans, having Abby asking "what, babe? I didn't catch that" as the silicone object were pushed and pulled into your wet cunt. You remembered her panting and smirking as your tits bounced in front of her, as you tried to move your hips along because you were getting more and more heated. 

"Abby…", your hips moved once without you noticing and then you froze, the foggy memory fading as she trusted again and you recalled where you both were. 

"Yes?" A shit-eating grin denounced all. She knew exactly what she was doing. 

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[divider by @froopis]

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Sorry if u have already answered this or this isn’t really ur blog focus but how do u structure and come up with ideas for such good and lengthy analysis?

Do u read and see the shows contents multiple times? Or interact with other fans/ fandom?

And once u have an idea how do u go about it?

— from a small niche fandom blog

I'm honored that you think my stuff is good! As for how I come up with it, well, I'll answer as best I can, but I don't know how useful it will be? If you wanna ask something more specific, feel free!

Most of my posts are responses to asks, so my general process is to read the ask, think about it as I go about my life, and then write a response once I feel like I have my thoughts in order. Then I add the post to my queue so I can reread it at least once before it actually posts to catch any errors and make sure it reads coherently. I usually find the time to do that, though not always.

The posts that aren't asks are just me talking about random things that I can't stop thinking about, so I need to scream into the void to get my brain to move on. Those ideas come from random thoughts, a trend I notice in fanfic, comments/reblogs in my asks, and a whole host of other places. I've got one post in my queue right now that I'm pretty sure was spawned by my latest rewatch of The Good Place, but I can't be sure about that. I don't try to look for post topics, they just come to me.

I don't watch the show over and over. Not really my thing. I've seen all of Miraculous seasons 1 to 3 once and I've seen most of seasons 4 and 5 twice (once subbed, once dubbed). Origins and Oblivio are the only exceptions. They're my favorite episodes, so I think I watched them a few times back before season four aired and my feeling toward the show started to really sour. When I'm pulling quotes, I just rely on my memory and the fan wiki, which has transcripts for all of the English episodes, allowing me to fact check myself. I occasionally pull up a specific episode to check the visuals in a given scene, but that's really rare and I only do it because I have access to the streaming version. If my SO ever cancels Disney+, then I'll be script only.

I read other fan analysis if it crosses my dash, but I don't go looking for it or follow any super active blogs. While I think there are others with valuable input out there, I already spend enough time thinking about Miraculous for my own blog, so I try to focus my energy in other spaces when I'm not managing said blog. I don't like to endlessly scroll on Tumblr and only follow blogs that don't post much to keep from feeling overwhelmed or sucked in.

I started talking about Miraculous on here because I found it genuinely fascinating how badly it was written. I think you could teach an entire class on basic writing principles using Miraculous as a case study because there are so many things it does wrong and failure really is a fantastic teacher. But the analysis I do for Miraculous isn't a skill that's unique to Miraculous. What you see on this blog is my default state. This is just how my brain works. How I engage with the majority of media. When I finish watching or reading something that I didn't like, I want to understand why I didn't like it and how it could be shaped into something I would like.

It's a honed skill. I've been obsessed with story telling since I was a little kid and my parents sort of accidentally started training me on analysis at a young age. Add in years of voracious reading and several excellent English teachers and I'm able to run this blog without too much mental effort. Talking and thinking about writing are legitimately fun for me. This stuff is my "I'm too drained to write" hobby.

None of this makes me some arbiter of quality or means that I understand every point of view about what makes a story good. All it means is that I know enough about writing to be able to clearly articulate why I like or dislike the way a story was told.

I guess that's the one piece of advice I can give. When you find something that bugs you, really think about why. Was it just a matter of taste or is there something more? Does it seem like the flaw is an intentional writing choice or not? Why? What changes could you make to fix the flaw? Can you make those changes without completely rewriting the story? Those are the kinds of fixes I look for first. There are certainly cases where massive change is needed, but looking for small changes will really hone that analytical ability to improve your writing as it forces you to focus on the fine details of the way stories work.

[itoshi-s]

𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑠! 𝑖𝑡𝑜𝑠ℎ𝑖-𝑠 → @dacrinphilia

reblogs appreciated!! regular navi can be found here

hi hiii ! as mentioned once or twice, i've decided to start fresh & move blogs ^_^ i'm planning 2 finish moving by the end of the month. until then, i'll be still using this account, mainly to answer remaining asks - i'd appreciate if any new interactions took place on @/dacrinphilia, though, 'cause that's where i'll be spending most of my time from now on to kickstart the blog! all new no lukewarm love event works & other longer fics will only be posted over there as well. more details under the cut!

all interactions on the new blog will be coming from my new main, @/itshis.

for the time being, i'd suggest following both this blog & @/dacrinphilia as well. until i'm finished w/ clearing out my askbox, i will be posting content both here & on the new blog. all of the answered tags will be reblogged to the new place as well, though - so it's up 2 u whether u stay here or not. i'll try to make sure you don't miss anything <3

once i'm done clearing out the askbox as much as i can,, itoshi-s will be archived. i don't want to deactivate (reposting sounds like hell lol) but i won't be using this account at all afterwards.

why am i moving? i didn't start this blog with writing in mind, and i hate how messy it became overtime. starting fresh with new tags & layouts will make ur gal sm happier hehe ^_^ and i hope it'll be easier 4 u to look up new content as well!

mootsies, regulars & anons - i hope to see u there <3

thank you everyone for making itoshi-s my safe place 2 lose my mind over 2d men. it's been wonderful !! reaching nearly 2k on here over the span of not even 6 months is CRAZY o_O ur all so dear to me,, let's continue being insane 2gether !

with love,

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