Little Bit of Tum
Schlatt gazes at himself in the full-length mirror before him. He's put on some weight...again... He sighs softly as he gently grabs the little bit of fat gently resting above his waistband. He's not a big fan of his new muffin-top, and he's afraid of what will happen if he doesn't get himself under control.
You rest against the doorframe, just out of sight. Your eyes gaze at Schlatt's soft stomach, and how it just barely overlaps his waistband and belt. it's cute, to you at least...
Schlatt doesn't notice you until your arms wrap around his waist. He feels your hands gently squeeze the fat, and his face shows a faint blush. Your hands are so soft... the way they gently toy with his light layer of fluff sends butterflies through his stomach.
You're smiling, and your eyes meet his in the mirror. "A little bit of tum isn't a bad thing. It's cute on you." Your words drip with affection, the meaning seeping into his mind like water into wood.
Your words speak volumes to him. You'll love him despite everything.
Nothing will tarnish your admiration for each other.
Not even a little bit of tum.
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Diavolo's Wish
NSFW Warning (So If That's Not Your Thing, Then Continue Scrolling)
The Demon Prince lives a life of luxury. Whatever he wants, it will be brought to him, whether it's food, beverage, gadget, or being. The birthday parties thrown for him on his birthday are always extravagant as everyone tries to top each other in their gift to their Lord.
This year, however, Diavolo doesn't want any of the glitz and glamour. What he desires the most more than anything or anyone that can be gifted to him is for MC to eagerly get down on their knees and suck his big, bulging cock.
He imagines them starting at the tip and then slowly working their way up. Eventually, their forehead rests on his stomach as their tongue swirls all over him. He wants their hands to snake up his back and hold him close. He wants them to swallow all of the cum that comes out of him when he orgasms.
Perhaps he'll use some potion to get his stamina back up, or perhaps he won't need any magical assistance to move on to round two, which involves him pounding into MC. He wants their voice to grow hoarse as they're begging him to keep going. Eventually, MC will pass out with shaky thoughts and sore body parts, and then Diavolo will envelop them with his body and scent.
Of course, he knows how much MC mistrusts him, so perhaps a quick smile or a cheap chachki will do.
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also finally got around to finishing someone very important today !!!!
techno is entirely hand-sewn and weighted with beans so that he sits up. his shoulders and hips are articulated with buttons so his limbs can move . hes made of fleece so hes nice and soft to hug :3
i started sewing this doll (stuffed animal?) when techno's passing was released to the world and could never quite find the willpower to finish up his cloak or crown. but now hes complete for the big guys birthday
now he and ranboo stand guard of tommy in my curio cabinet , who both were also finished up today :3
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Eating Jausn with König
A Brettljausn is just about the best thing out there. I wrote this back in November when my classmates decided to talk about Easter and Osterjausn, so the formatting is different. However, I thought it would work well with the Easter post, so I decided to post it now.
“Honey, what is that?” You looked at the wrinkly, dark colored thing in front of you. It might have been a sausage, on closer inspection. The plate was well filled with all kinds of meat and cheese. On the side were horseradish, eggs and pepper of all colors. On a small plate in front of you were small, sliced cherry tomatoes, the basket next to it held bread.
“It’s a Brettljause, it’s what we eat on special occasions, such as easter. But you don’t always need one to eat it. Just enjoy the meat, dear. It’s all from regional farmers as well.” König seemed rather content while looking at the food. You knew that Austrians loved their meats and sausages, he had told you about that before and you made fun of him for it, but you didn’t think he’d take it upon himself to prepare something like that. It seemed like that must have taken a lot of work. Must have been fairly costly as well. There was bacon there, it looked fairly good.
You took a piece of bread and picked up some meat with a fork. “And what’s this?”
“That’s Geselchtes. I call it Gsöchts, though. It’s meat that you put in salt water before smoking for a few hours. Before eating, you normally cook it. Don’t worry, this one doesn’t have too much fat on it, you can just cut those pieces off.” He put some gray-ish meat on a slice of bread, adding some egg slices and topping it off with some of the grated horseradish. Its scent wafted through the air, stinging your nose a bit. You watch him take a bite out of the bread, he locks his eyes with yours once he notices. “Is something the matter?”
“No, no, everything’s alright.” You looked at the pink meat on your fork, a bit hesitant to give it a try. König seemed to like this sort of food, he likely wouldn’t have prepared it otherwise. Besides, it was classic Austrian cuisine, apparently, it was only polite of you to try it, at the very least. Taking a bite out of the meat, you ran your tongue across it to give it a taste. You could definitely taste the salt, but it wasn’t too bad. It simply added to the flavor. The meat wasn’t very chewy, but you wouldn’t exactly call it the most tender meat either. It was actually surprisingly good. Instead of putting it on your bread, you simply ate the piece whole before picking up the same thing König had. “And what’s this?”
“Schweinsbratn.” He didn’t even hesitate to gobble up his bread, already on his second one. This time he put some bacon on it with cheese. Eggs and horseradish weren’t missing this time either. One of the tomato slices was lifted off the plate and put on his instead.
You followed his example and put two slices of the meat on your bread, topping it off the same way as him. That meat wasn’t too bad actually either, it was obvious that it was made of pork. With the horseradish being very fresh it was only natural for it to be spicy still. It didn’t disappoint, the taste somewhat reminding you of wasabi, even if your eyes started watering a bit. Your bread was gone soon enough and you opted for another one. There was no telling if König’s next one was his third or fourth one already.
“So, Schatzi.” He prepared another one. “Is it good? Do you like it?”
“Oh, it actually is. It’s pretty good.” Taking some of the red pepper, you put it on your bread with Geselchtem, gulping down a few of the tomatoes. You were sort of surprised this stuff didn’t come with a salad as well.
By the time you were on your third bread, the plate was already pretty empty, with König having eaten quite a lot. He’s always had a rather big appetite, and for that you were grateful, there was no way you could have eaten all of that on your own. You hadn’t tried the dark, cut up sausage yet. Of course, you had no idea what that was either. “What’s this? Sausage?”
König quickly chewed the food in his mouth before swallowing it down. “Yes, that’s Hoatwiastl. Hartwürstel, I suppose. As the name suggests, it’s a hard sausage. It’s very good, though, you have to try it.”
It was rather hard indeed, you were glad it was cut up into smaller slices. Biting into it whole would be another other ordeal. It was too small to put on bread, so you ate it along with it. Once done, you were completely full, incapable of eating another bite. There were still pieces of meat and cheese left on the plate, it was unbelievable. König didn’t seem affected at all, he simply got up and started putting everything away before returning with a bottle. If you had to take an educated guess then there’s a chance “Wein” might have been the German word for “wine”. “Would you like a Spritzer? It’s essentially wine mixed with soda.”
“Is that really necessary? Do we really need to drink too?”
He chuckled a bit. “It’s a big part of our culture. Alternatively, I can offer you some Gösser or Puntigamer.” With an amused expression, he watched you weigh your options. You didn’t know what either of those things were, probably some sort of beer, thus making you better off with the wine, probably. König even got the two of you some wine glasses. They were fancy looking, but you weren’t sure if you could actually take a sip of that.
He really just put mineral water into some wine, drinking it slowly. With a watchful eye, he almost expected you to take after him, which you did eventually. It tasted exactly the way you’d imagine, sparkly wine with a bit less flavor. Not the worst you’ve ever had. The things you did to make your man happy.
You continued to eat for another few minutes, this time in silence, for the most part. The plate was certainly full at the beginning, you couldn’t believe your eyes when most of it was gone. Still, despite the culture being rather meat heavy, you had to admit, it was pretty good. However, it was very filling. You couldn’t eat another slice of bread, opting for the meat and sausage instead, eating some slices of cheese along with them. Maybe some mayonnaise would have been good with it as well, but you didn’t want to make the suggestion in case König didn’t like it.
After wiping his mouth with a paper towel, he sat back, letting out a content sigh while holding his tummy. Even he seemed to be rather full after the copious amounts of meat he had eaten. Not like you weren’t, however. He took another sip of his Spritzer before putting the plates away, with you helping him out a bit, naturally.
“Thank you for trying some of my food, I do appreciate it. Did you like it?” Cleaning the plates with a sponge, his focus was on getting the last few crumbs off it so he could put it in the dishwasher. You popped one last cherry tomato in your mouth before handing him another plate, giving him a hum of approval.
“Yeah, it was pretty good, but could we maybe eat something less meaty next time? This was quite a lot.”
“Don’t worry, Schatzi, next time we can eat Kasnudeln. They’re also very delicious!”
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