#feeder!dio

[theclairvoyage]

Chapter 1: Boomer Sooner

Part of Bloody Knuckles series

Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Pairing: Javier Peña x AUSA!f!reader

Javier's first day in OKC is nothing short of stressful-though that changes when he meets you.

Chapter warnings: alcohol consumption, smoking, adult language, mentions of violence, mentions of human trafficking, reader is able-bodied, has long hair and is roughly the same height as Javi (no other descriptors), Spanish usage (translations at the end)

WC: 3.2k

Fall 1992

Corpus Christi, Texas

Sweat drips from Javier’s forehead and temples as he pulls stubborn weeds from the dry dirt at his mother’s house in Corpus Christi.  The air is heavy and humid, compressing his chest like a thick heated blanket.  Mam�� insisted she could do it herself, stubborn as the weeds.  Mijo, puedo hacerlo.  No necesito ayuda.  He’d waved her off and stepped out the front door, Tecovas boots clomping the wooden steps.

The screen door flies open with a screech, and out comes his mother, pitcher of vibrant red agua fresca in tow, garnished with fresh spearmint and strawberries.  In the fall, she loves to make Agua de Jamaica with the beautiful hibiscus flowers that bloom in late summer.  Her backyard garden is a utopia compared to the disaster of a front yard, filled with a smorgasbord of gorgeous flowers, vegetables, fruits, and bird feeders.

“Tómate un descanso, Javier.  Por favor,” she urges him.  He nods, tearing the sweaty gardening gloves from his hands, and tossing them on the porch.  He wipes his brow with the back of his dirt-covered forearm, no longer caring about how he looks or smells.  Only a cold shower would resurrect this mess.

“Gracias, Mamá.  Se parece muy bien,” he compliments her, relishing the sweet smile that stretches her freckled, weathered cheeks.  Her long, silvery mane is curled into a tight bun, wispy baby hairs fallen prey to the humidity in Corpus Christi.  She is a true Mexican mother—hardworking, resourceful, strong-willed, and unequivocally dedicated to her family.  It’s nice to see the softer side of her once in a blue moon—a refreshing break from the wooden spoon or chancla.

She pours him a hefty glass of the hibiscus drink before returning to the house, ice cubes crashing into glass with little clinks.  Javi plops himself on the old porch, sipping and observing the scene in front of him.  Fuck, that’s good, he thinks, licking his lips to savor the taste and the liquid that has seeped up into his mustache.  She knows this drink was his favorite, and boy, did she make it perfectly.

The yard, on the other hand, was not even close to perfection.  Javier’s dad passed away a couple years ago, and with Javi posted in Colombia, she had limited assistance.  Sure, family came around to help, and he knew she dabbled in some landscaping herself, but the weeds grew too quickly.

She was too proud to let any landscaping service come help her—he remembered the day a landscaping company tucked a pamphlet between her screen and front doors, and she called him enraged, smirking to himself at the memory.  “¡Pendejos estúpidos, déjame sola!”

At least he had made decent progress.  The weeds were plucked, but the grass was patchy and scarce.  He’d need to find some grass seed and plant it or convince her to buy sod—fat chance.  Chugging the last few gulps of his agua fresca, he stands and enters the house.  His mother takes the glass from him, patting his shoulder affectionately.

“Mijo, algún hombre te llamó.  No dio un nombre, solamente un número.  Está aquí,” she says, pointing a wrinkled finger at an old utility bill envelope with a phone number scribbled in blue pen.  The fuck, he thinks.  Who the fuck has my mom’s home number? Better not be some girl.

“Gracias, Mamá.  Perdóname, por favor,” he says, grabbing the envelope and returning to the front porch to punch in the number on his giant mobile phone.  It rings twice before a male voice responds.

“About time, Peña.  Ready to get back to work?” The voice echoes—cocky, smug.

“If this is DEA, you can go fuck yourself.  Already gave y’all my letter of resignation,” Javi spits.  The voice returns a few whoa, whoa, whoas, like he’s trying to rein in a wild horse.

“Got a great opportunity for you here in Oklahoma City.  Need you here by next week.  Already got an apartment and a desk saved for you.”  Javi scratches his head in confusion.

“Opportunity for what?” Javi bites back, fucking irritated at this no-namer.

“FBI.”

“Goddammit.”

The next week, Javier finds himself squinting and cursing on the sidewalk of the FBI Building on West Memorial Road in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma, wondering how the fuck he got here.  He can’t remember the last time he craved a cigarette so badly.  It felt sacrilege, living in Sooner country—he was an Aggie through and through.  He pulls the rumpled utility bill envelope from his mother’s house out of his already-sweaty tan blazer pocket and re-reads the instructions for the 300th time.

-Enter parking lot via security gate and use code 584323, give them name

-Enter building on west side and go through security

-Someone will be waiting for me?

Shaking his head, he wipes sweat from his mustache and trudges toward the west entrance, straining to pull one of the doors open.  The heavy metal doors threaten to shove him back into the outside world—something he would welcome, at this point.

Walking through a maze to get to the metal detectors, he gazes up at the highly vaulted atrium, observing the boring taupe-colored walls, and stopping at a black and white photo of J. Edgar Hoover.  Two armored guards with solemn, stony faces wipe their gaze up and down Javier’s figure as he stops just before the metal detector.

“Come through,” one of them barks, beckoning to him to step through.  He obliges, before the other stone soldier puts a palm up in Javier’s face.  “Need ID.”  Javi fishes his wallet out, instinctively reaching for his phantom DEA badge.  The guard scans his Texas Driver’s License before handing it to the other guard.

“Any weapons?” One asks, as the other walks behind Javier.

“Nope,” Javi replies, assuming the familiar position of a search, hands posted up high and legs spread.  The gruff men pat him down and excavate his pockets, finding nothing but his phone, keys, wallet, and the rumpled envelope with instructions.

“Come this way, Peña.” He follows one to the round front desk to a tall, blue suit, leaning against the counter with a smirk on his face.  Javi doesn’t recognize him.  Blue Suit stands and holds out a manicured hand to Javier.

“Nice to meet you, Peña,” Blue Suit croons.  Javi recognizes the voice as the one that called his mother’s house in Corpus Christi.  Javi clasps his hand and shakes it a few times, grunting in approval.

“I’m Eddie Penn, supervisory special agent.  You’ll be with me for today—likely for a while,” he says with a grin.  Javi raises one eyebrow at him, suspicious.  Eddie trots toward some elevator doors, flashing ID at two more armored guards posted up next to them.  Javi follows him into the elevator and watches him press a yellow-stained 3.

“How’s the apartment?” Eddie asks as the elevator ascends noisily.  Javi shrugs.

“Honestly, I threw all my shit in there last night and haven’t had much of a chance to get any furniture,” he replies, studying the elevator inspection form above the floor number buttons.  Eddie chuckles.

“Sorry about that—I was pretty limited on the timeframe and places we could put you.  We’ll get you a car and help with furniture,” he apologizes, hands twitching in his pockets.  Javi shakes his head, long hair swishing back and forth.

“No worries.  I’m assuming this is important,” he says, turning to look at Eddie, eyes narrowing for a millisecond.

“Yes.  We’ll discuss everything in my office—the Assistant Director is waiting on the phone for us,” he says as the elevator screeches to a halt, doors opening slowly.  The two step out and Eddie leads Javi through a floor of gray cubicles, sounds of telephones ringing and keyboards clacking filling the air.

It’s not too different from DEA offices, Javi thinks.  There are more people, more suits and skirts, but the blueprint is the same.  Eddie nods his head at several people staring at the pair as they traverse the floor.  Javi tries to keep his eyes from meeting anyone’s—he needs to know why he’s here before he starts familiarizing himself with these people.

Eddie opens the door to an office, contents invisible to the floor, save for a narrow window above the handle.  There are two chairs facing a small wooden desk, with a giant computer monitor in one corner and a telephone in the other.  There’s a small window behind the desk overlooking the city.  Eddie gestures to one of the chairs as he steps behind the desk.

Javi sits into one of the stiff, unforgiving cushions as Eddie presses a few buttons and puts the phone on speaker.  Javi drums his fingers on the arm of the chair as he stares out the window, somewhat covered by stray hairs of Eddie’s combover.  Eddie clears his throat.

“Assistant Director, I’ve got Javier Peña here with me.  Glad to have you on the phone.” Great, so Eddie’s a kiss-ass.  A muffled, adenoidal voice replies on the other end.

“Thanks, Agent Penn.  Javier—it’s great to have you.  I read up on your work in Colombia—you’re somewhat of a hero here in the States.  What made you leave the DEA?” The Assistant Director asks.  Javi leans forward, elbows on his thighs and fingers smoothing his mustache hairs as he recounts his experience in South America.

“Well, sir—to be frank, it’s a shit ton of work trying to catch a drug lord.  The time I put in was enough,” Javi says honestly.  Eddie snaps his head up to glare at Javier—presumably for the cursing.  The Assistant Director laughs, voice even more nasally than before.

“Well, I do appreciate the honesty.  When I heard you’d quit DEA I jumped on the opportunity to have you join here,” the AD spouts.  Javi raises an eyebrow as he listens.

“Might I ask why?” Javi tests, glancing at the carpeted ground as he waits for a response.

“There’s a large-scale intelligence task force here dedicated to stopping arms and human trafficking in Oklahoma—funny enough, we know Escobar has done some dealings here, but that won’t be your focus.”  Javi raises the other eyebrow in surprise.

“In Oklahoma?  Interesting—figured he was only invested in Miami and other coastal cities,” Javi ponders.  The AD chuckles.

“He was—but he’s learned to be more discreet in his business operations.  No thanks to the great work of the DEA.”  Javi snorts.

“Anyway, Javier,” the AD continues, “Human trafficking in this part of the country has worsened in recent years.  The DEA doesn’t have enough manpower to tackle a problem of this magnitude.  So, the FBI has made it a priority.”  Javi listens, eyes scanning the room.  He leans back in the chair, crossing an ankle over his knee and pursing his lips.

“So, we are going to fast-track you to supervisory special agent, like Agent Penn here—we think your experience with the DEA has more than warranted that role, and your supervisor recommended you for this task force.  Sounds like you’ve got some great leadership abilities, Peña.  This job will pay well, a bit better than what you were making with the DEA,” the Assistant Director rambles, sounding impressed.  Javi widens his eyes.

“Penn here will train you once you pass the field tests—marksmanship, physical, drug tests—you know the drill.  Then you’ll hit the ground running with the task force.  Any questions?”  Javi furrows his brow, thinking.

“Don’t think so,” Javi replies.  He knows he can’t back out of this one—it’s a great opportunity, a pay raise—even if it’s in shitty Oklahoma.

“Great.  I’ll be in the Oklahoma Office in the next few weeks for a status report.  Looking forward to monitoring your progress.”

“Thank you, Sir,” Javi replies.  Eddie hangs up the phone and rummages through some manila case files on his desk, handing a thick one to Javi.

“This is what we’ve been working on as of late,” Eddie says.  Javi flips open the case file and pulls out some large pictures from the front.  Javi glances through photos of suspects, victims, crime scenes, and camera footage.  Some are brutal—young girls with brandings and tattoos, bruises and scrapes—some deceased, some barely alive.  Javi swallows loudly.

“Some fucking pieces of work that do this shit,” he seethes quietly, jaw ticking.  Penn nods.

“It’s tough,” Eddie says, “But we’ve made some great strides here.  Sadly, we can’t do everything.”

Javier continues flipping through the case files, now reading field reports.  Some are from the Bureau of Narcotics and Dangerous Drugs in Oklahoma, some from OKCPD and other neighboring police departments.

“I’m assuming we work mostly with local LEO departments?” Javi questions, snapping the case file shut.  Eddie nods.

“Yep.  We try to work cases in conjunction, whenever possible.  We also work closely with an AUSA who has taken a liking to this task force.”

“Oh yeah?  He tough on crime?” Javi questions, plopping the case file back on Penn’s desk.

“She is,” Eddie says, raising his eyebrows.  “Real spitfire, that one.  Smart as hell.  And between you and me, she’s a sight for sore eyes.”  Javi nods, rolling his eyes.  He pictures a petite blonde in a pencil skirt.  He’s had plenty of those.

“Interesting,” he says.

“You’ll meet her sometime this week, she’s here at least two to three times a week working on cases.  Sometimes she’ll go out in the field with us, though she’s not supposed to,” Eddie says.  Javi tilts his head at Eddie.

“Why’s that?  Likes to keep tabs on the team?” Eddie shakes his head.

“Likes to talk to the victims, meet them, see everything firsthand.  Wait ‘til you see her in the courtroom—it’s something else,” Eddie says, reminiscing your powerful opening and closing arguments and connection with members of the jury.  Javi is unimpressed.

“Seen enough lawyers to know it’s all a show,” he scoffs.  Eddie shrugs.  Javi would be in for a real surprise when he finally gets the chance to meet you.

Later that evening, after filling out dozens of forms and answering questions, Javier finds himself at a local tavern, The Dark Horseman, a few minutes from his apartment.  The inside lives up to the name—dark and hazy, filled with lots of dark-stained wooden walls, tables, and chairs, with random horse paraphernalia lining the walls.

He’s the only one sitting at the bar, slowly sipping a glass of some cheap whiskey the bartender poured.  There’s an old, old jukebox adjacent to the bar blaring some sad Hank Williams ballad.  Some people are playing pool at the other end, filling the space with the smacks of billiard balls and random cheers.

The bartender steps in front of Javier, nodding at his soon-to-be empty glass.  Javi shakes his head.

“I’m good after this.”  The bartender nods again and steps away to wipe down some tables.  Javi sets the glass down and pinches the bridge of his nose, craving a cigarette.  He’d been trying to quit—but the move and the stress of a new job he knew nothing about had forced him to capitulate in the last few days.  He stands, letting the bartender know he’s going for a smoke.  As he goes to push the bar door open, someone pulls it from the other side.

There you stand, frozen in place as Javier almost slams into you.  Still holding the door, you step back a bit so he can leave.  He stares at you for a moment, entranced.

“Sorry ‘bout that,” you apologize, small smile on your face.  Javi’s eyes drop to your lips momentarily before hovering at your eyes.

“Not a problem, s’my bad.  Excuse me,” he says, mirroring your smile.  You’re taken aback at how handsome this stranger is—but you really need a drink after today.  He steps out, pulling the pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and smacking them against his hand as he watches you walk inside.

You’re tall, probably as tall as him, confident, and elegant, though you’re wearing ratty jeans and a tee shirt.  Your eyes are what captivated him the most—beautiful, emotive, weary, yet still glowing.  And your scent was unlike any he’d smelled before—earthy, musky, and slightly spicy.  He shakes his head as he lights a cigarette, taking a long draw and leaning up against the wall of the tavern.

He doesn’t need to fuck a random stranger his first big day here.  What he needs is some food, a shower, perhaps another cigarette, and a long night of tossing and turning.  He finishes the cigarette and returns to the brooding bar, noticing you sitting a few chairs down from his glass of whiskey and his tab that the bartender slapped on the wood while he was smoking.

“Come here often?” he asks, almost involuntarily.  He winces at how corny he sounds, and you probably think he’s hitting on you.  He’s not trying to pick you up, but he is curious.  You turn to him as you finish a sip of some amber liquid—whiskey, maybe?

“I try not to, unless I’ve had a bad day,” you say, smiling at him as you set your glass down.  Fuck, you’re beautiful.  His breath stalls in his lungs for a moment.

“So, if I see you in here again, it won’t be for a good reason,” he says, fighting the urge to wink at you as he signs his tab.  He settles for a half smile, one side of his mustache twitching up.

You laugh and half-shrug.  He likes the sound of it—breathy, melodious, somewhat subdued.  You must be tired.

“There’s a good chance of that, though you look like you’re here for the same reason,” you say, studying him as he turns to you, stuffing his wallet in the pocket of his tan slacks.  He snorts.

“Something like that,” he says, eyeing you.  You turn to take another sip, and he takes the opportunity to study your features again.

“Well, it was nice to meet you, Stranger That Also Had a Bad Day,” you tell him, pulling a chortle from him.  You’re witty—he likes that.  He better leave before he sits in the chair next to you.

“Same to you.  See you around?” he says, raising a brow at you.

“Good chance of that, too,” you say, giving him a close-lipped smile.  He nods at you and exits the bar.  He sure hopes so.

Spanish glossary:

Mijo, puedo hacerlo.  No necesito ayuda. = My son, I can do it.  I don’t need help.

Tómate un descanso, Javier.  Por favor. = Take a break, Javier.  Please.

Gracias, Mamá.  Se parece muy bien. = Thank you, Mom.  It looks great.

¡Pendejos estúpidos, déjame sola! = Stupid assholes, leave me alone!

Mijo, algún hombre te llamó.  No dio un nombre, solamente un número.  Está aquí. = My son, some man called for you.  He didn’t give a name, just a number.  It’s here.

Gracias, Mamá.  Perdóname, por favor. = Thanks, Mom.  Excuse me a minute, please.

Chapter 2 (coming soon-ETA 05/23/24)

Taglist: @burntheedges

[dio-in-dogspace]

hi, welcome to my kink blog !!

i will be interacting from @the**********mx

! DNI !

minors

bigots, terfs, racists

zionists

ageless blogs

detrans/ ED/ SH blogs

about me ~

hey, i'm Dorian! you can call me Dio too!! :]

im 18,. my pronouns are listed in my header, so please do not use she/her for me!! i am polyam, transmasc and genderfluid — he/they/xe are good to use :]

i will be tagging my posts with these things!

#dio.dogbarks <- posts that make me flustered, things i think would be fun to do, general kink things i want to save

#mail for mommy <- posts i want mommy to see

#sharing my toybox <- posts i want my big sister to see

#puppy union <- posts for things i want to do with other dogs

#leashed and collared <- sub tags for things that make my brain explode

#teeth bared <- for when im feeling dominant

#dog writes <- concepts i write :)

#give a dog a bone <- asks tag

kink list + preferences score below the cut

i'm only going to list my favorites here, because my list of kinks is Long and would take forever to read.

Favorites:

petplay (duh) | fauxcest | masochism | somno | cnc | praise | cockwarming | overstim | degradation | breeding

Hard Limits:

race play | bloodplay | mutilation | gun play | anything to do with electricity | detrans stuff | feederism

anything that's not listed here is likely something that im open to trying!! shoot me an ask and we'll find out~

[pqto98]

Dios, no puedo creer que desde que despierto solo estoy pensando en feederism, es barrigas, en comer, en crecer, soy adicto a esto y simplemente no puedo parar 😭😭

Pero no me disgusta en lo absoluto..

[hornkneetown2222]

I assume no one remembers me so hi

I was on here as @hornkneetown a couple of years ago, mostly writing and doing roleplay of various expansion stuff, all 18+

I deleted my sideblog due to a situation with my bf, but he gave me the all clear to restart

I will no longer be doing DM roleplay as a result of this but will perhaps still be writing! Unknown.

ANYWAYS HERE IS MY ACTUAL BIO

My name is Dio, I'm currently 20 years old. I'm a transmasc bi man with a fuckton of kinks.

I am 85% of the time a top and most times am uncomfortable or turned off by bottoming. Please respect that should it be applicable.

Said kinks include..

FAVS: weight gain + stuffing, expansion, breast expansion (ultimate fav4eva), lactation, corruption, aphrodisiacs, breeding, cum inflation, petplay, body worship, power play, pregnancy, blood + knifeplay, exhibition + voyeurism

LIKES: praise + degradation, bimbo (selectively), intox, dubcon, daddy/mommy, hucow, mpreg (maybe?), eggnancy/ovi, tentacles?, scent kink (selectively)

NOT ALLOWED: scat, death feederism/feedee, watersports*, noncon, loli/pedo

*watersports: I will allow it if it isn't the main focus, if I know you well, or if it interests me. I have a weird science boner for it (I want to understand it so bad)

My stuff here will probably be mostly expansion, fat, and breeding based, but occasionally I get more sadist/masochistic moments that can be kind of dark, if I post about them they will be under a separate tag from my main posts :)

[ihaveitprinteddout]

I swear I am not meaning for these commentary/rambles to become so long but I just have so many thoughts and I wanna give all the love I can to this amazing story ❤️

“You think you’ll try and lose a little for the wedding?” “All women want to look perfect on their big day right?” EXCUSE ME?! THE FUCK?!

“I mean, you look okay the way you are but I mean... I would appreciate it if you lost a little. I mean… Don’t you want to feel sexy?” THIS PENDEJO. Why the fuck should she lose weight because 1. you'd 'appreciate it' and 2. 'don't you want to feel sexy?', IF YOU WERE A REAL MAN THEN YOU'D TREAT HER IN A WAY THAT MAKES HER KNOWWW SHE IS THE SEXIEST THANG OUT.

“Hijo de puta!” MY THOUGHTS EXACTLY 👏🏽

“Men don’t always think with their upstairs brains.” “It sounds to me Mija that this man doesn’t appreciate you as you are… and you deserve that.” Chucho is a foundation of knowledge and a voice of wisdom in this fic and I am 100% here for it 👏🏽😭

“It’s my pleasure cariño… but it’s also the truth!” He stated “I was thin and fit like Javi here when I was met his mother. Certainly didn’t stay that way, the woman was a feeder, but she loved me despite the fact I grew sideways." "You had a baby Mija. You grew life. The marks it leaves behind are your badge of honour... never let anyone make you feel about that." THISSS. CHUCHO PREACHING TO THE CHOIR 😭 Like women are fucking amazing!!! truly the creators, carriers and givers of life!!! Also, bodies change especially when you're in a relationship and the person you're with should continue to love you whether you're a few pounds bigger or you've got stretch marks or you've got a little pooch bc that's how a healthy kind of love is meant to be 😭

"Why are you still with that asshole?" NO BUT FOR REAL?!?!?

"I'm scared you won't love me when you truly see me." I mean...1000% relate but I also know that painfully, you've gotta take that risk and dive especially with someone like Javi who's clearly already in love w her as she is 😭

"I think we should call this off." "This isn't working." "I don't love you, Jason." "I'm not in love with you and I can't marry you and put you, or me, through a loveless marriage." ALEXA PLAY LIZZO'S ABOUT DAMN TIME 💅🏽👏🏽

"You obviously don't love me, Jason." "You don't like my body, you never pay me any compliments. You literally told me when you proposed that I was safe... That's not what a woman wants to hear. I want true love... passion, and I won't get that with you." YOU TELL IT TO HIM SISTA 💅🏽👏🏽

"That's only a glimpse of what I want to do with you Hermosa." "I want to worship every inch of you Mi Amor... just as soon as I can do so without putting myself in hospital." THIS MANNN. DIOS MÍOOO 😭🤭

I may have to finish the rest of this amazing series after I've actually slept but lorddd it's just had me so hooked and I cannot wait to finish it 😭❤️

The Unexpected Gift - Part 7

Masterlist

Summary: When a baby girl is dropped on Javier Peña's doorstep with a note claiming she's his, he's suddenly thrust into fatherhood. With no clue what to do, he will need all the help he can get if he's not to stumble at the first hurdle.

Relationships: Javier Peña x Reader, Steve Murphy x Connie Murphy

Warnings: Like AO3, I choose not to list any warnings. This will be 18+ If you are triggered by anything to do with babies then read at your own risk... (Sorry this took a little while. Busy busy but I hope this was worth the wait... Little shorter but hopefully sweet 😘)

Series Masterlist- Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

Javier’s kiss lingered on your skin in the days that followed. Your every waking thought was of him, that kiss, his confession.

I'm so in love with you.

Those were words you never expected to hear from him. Javier Peña… the man who could have any woman he chooses… wants you.

Your distracted mood hadn’t gone unnoticed, Jason watching you from afar as you touched your lips each time you thought of Javier’s. Chucho had invited you both around several times for dinner in the week since his arrival and you’d been so invested in Javier’s family that you’d almost forgotten Jason was there.

He knew something was going on. He knew he was in danger of losing you. He just didn’t know the full extent of it.

“Did you see that Wendy’s back from Maternity?” He asked as he placed dinner on the table.

“I did.” You said sweetly as you smiled at him “She missed Lucas like crazy all day. Think she's going to struggle to settle back into work."

“She looks great!” He gushed “Lost all that baby weight so quickly.”

“Happens that way for some.” You replied simply, shrugging as you tucked into your food.

“You think you’ll try and lose a little for the wedding?” He asked, taking you by surprise “All women want to look perfect on their big day right?” He finished, not looking up from his plate of food.

“You think I should lose weight?” You asked, voice small as your heart sank.

“I mean, you look okay the way you are but I mean... I would appreciate it if you lost a little. I mean… Don’t you want to feel sexy?” He asked, shrugging his shoulders and you choked on a sob as you pushed your food away and left the table abruptly.

“Babe?” Jason called out but you were already out the door and halfway up the stairs to Connie’s.

You banged furiously on the door as you cried harder with each second that passed. Breaking completely the moment she opened it.

“What's the matter?” She asked but all you could do was shake your head as she guided you inside.

The two Peña men were sitting on the couch watching a game with Steve when you and Connie appeared. The moment he saw you, Javier was pushing himself to his feet, only to be stopped by his father.

“You should be at home resting as it is Mijo… don’t go hospitalising yourself again.” He warned quietly as he gave his son a stern look before turning his attention to you “Mija… what happened?” The older man asked as he stood from his seat and held his arms open for you.

“It’s st-stupid.” You stuttered as you fell into his embrace, sobbing into the man’s plaid shirt.

“It can’t be for you to be this upset.” He said sweetly as he pulled you back so he could look at you “Tell me.”

“Well… uh…” You fought to find the words as you sat in the seat Steve graciously offered you, eyes locking with Javi’s a moment before you continued “Well, you see… this woman I work with just came back from maternity leave.” You started, noting how both Peña’s seemed to wear the same frown “And she looks great. Lost all her baby weight really quickly and Jason made a comment about how good she looked… then he uh…” You paused again to compose yourself before you continued “And well… he asked me if I was thinking of trying to lose any for the wedding. I asked him if he thought I needed to and he told me I look okay the way I do but would appreciate it if I did.”

“Hijo de puta!” Javier spat as he shifted from his seat again, only to be stopped by Connie this time.

“Basically insinuated he’d find me sexier if I did.” You finished, sobbing into your hands and Chocho wrapped a hand around your shaking shoulders.

“You’re perfect just the way you are Mija.” The older man soothed as he rubbed circles on your back.

“But I’m not though, am I?” You choked “He’s never once paid me a compliment about my looks. Sure he’s treated me well… taken me out for meals or whatever but not ever during… ya’ know?” Chucho nodded “I just… I never expected him to say something like that to me.”

“Men don’t always think with their upstairs brains.” Chucho said, eliciting a small chuckle from you “It sounds to me Mija that this man doesn’t appreciate you as you are… and you deserve that.”

You nodded, wiping your tears with the back of your hands as you looked at the man and smiled.

“Thank you, Chucho.”

“It’s my pleasure cariño… but it’s also the truth!” He stated “I was thin and fit like Javi here when I was met his mother. Certainly didn’t stay that way, the woman was a feeder, but she loved me despite the fact I grew sideways." He said with a chuckle and you grinned at him "You had a baby Mija. You grew life. The marks it leaves behind are your badge of honour... never let anyone make you feel about that."

You nodded. Giving him one last hug before you stood from your seat and readied yourself to leave.

"I'm sorry to have disturbed your evening." You said sheepishly as you looked around at them all.

"Do you want to see Maria before you leave?" Javier asked, his eyes hopeful as he gazed at you and you nodded sweetly, helping him stand and limp over to Steve and Connie's bedroom.

"How are you feeling?" You asked.

"Getting there." He replied as he leaned against the dresser, watching as you fawned over María as she slept soundly in her crib "Looking forward to being able to piss in peace."

You chuckled at that, looking over your shoulder at him and beaming.

"Why are you still with that asshole?" He asked and your expression changed in the blink of an eye.

"Javi-"

"I told you I love you... I know you love me too, Connie told me so what is it?" He pushed "Why won't you give me a chance?"

"Because Javi..." You trailed off, sighing as you scraped a hand over your tear swollen face.

"Because what?"

"I'm scared you won't love me when you truly see me." He hissed, feeling your tears coming back with a vengeance.

"Do you truly think me that shallow?" He questioned, hurt spreading across his face "I fell in love with you because you are beautiful inside and out Hermosa."

"But-"

"Clearly, this is more than you being scared." He scoffed and your stomach sank "You don't trust me."

"I do." You sobbed but he was shaking his head.

"If you trusted me... You wouldn't be putting yourself through this." He stated, "You wouldn't stay with a man you don't love."

"Javi I-"

"Save it." He said, throwing up his hand to stop you "I'm done."

"Done?" You asked, heart twisting.

"Yeah done." He repeated "Done chasing you... You don't want to be with me then I'll stop trying."

"Javi-"

"You're not the only one with feelings."

His last statement rendered you speechless.

You'd not stopped to consider that perhaps your indecisiveness wasn't affecting him. That he was hurting and you felt like the worst person in the world. You watched him struggle to limp out the room before your head and your feet caught up and you helped him make his way back to the others before leaving.

You stood outside your door for some time. Staring at the polished numbers hanging in the centre as you worked up the courage to enter. You weren't sure what you were going to say to Jason when you saw him. You knew you couldn't continue on like this. You needed to be honest with him.

You needed to stand firm.

Finally, you found the will to put one foot in front of the other and with one last colossal effort, you opened it.

Jason looked up from his seat on the couch, turning the TV off and manoeuvring his body so that he was facing you.

'Babe, look... I'm sorry for what I-"

"I think we should call this off." You cut in, surprised that your hands remained steady as you spoke "This isn't working."

"What do you mean this isn't working?" He pushed "Baby, we're getting married."

"I don't love you, Jason." You stated, "I'm not in love with you and I can't marry you and put you, or me, through a loveless marriage."

"You're just upset." He said, trying desperately to change your mind "Let's just sleep on it and then-"

"No Jason." You interrupted "I'm in love with Javier and he's in love with me. I'm done fighting my feelings now... Done telling myself that I don't deserve him."

"He's a whore." Jason scoffed "He won't commit to you."

"He will." You growled, eyes burning into him "I want you out Jason."

"Where am I supposed to go at this time of night?" He snapped "I gave up my apartment for you."

"Fine." You grumbled, "I'll stay with Connie tonight, but you need to be gone by tomorrow."

"Where is this all coming from?" He yelled and you felt your anger come to a head.

"You obviously don't love me, Jason." You snarled "You don't like my body, you never pay me any compliments. You literally told me when you proposed that I was safe... That's not what a woman wants to hear. I want true love... passion, and I won't get that with you."

"And what... you will with him?"

"Yes!" You yell, chest heaving as the two of you stared each other down "Yes Jason."

You said nothing else.

You made your way to the bedroom, grabbings clothes and placing them in a bag before leaving again. Ignoring Jason's calls for you.

Stepping into the hall, you could hear Javier and his father talking from inside his apartment. Your gaze flitted between the stairs and his door, deciding quickly to sprint across the lobby and knock. The door opened to reveal a surprised Javier standing there, leaning heavily on the wall for support.

"What?" He asked flatly and you decided it was now or never.

You didn't speak, you acted. Your hand laced into his hair as you pulled him into a kiss that you poured every ounce of your love and devotion for him into. He was quick to respond, using his free hand to pull you close and deepen it.

"I left him." You whispered against his lips, smiling when you grinned at you "I love you Javier... and I chose you."

"Good." He said, pulling you into a hard kiss that took your breath away.

Your bag hitting the floor stopped the kiss and his eyes drifted down to the offending item. His brows drew together before his gaze snapped you again.

"Why have you got a bag?"

"Well, Jason has nowhere to go so I was going to see if I could stay with Connie tonight." You answered "Just till tomorrow. Asked him to be gone by then."

"Stay with me." Javier said, face softening "Please."

"I don't know Javi... I don't want to get in the way of your dad being here. You only have one spare room and I-"

"You can share with me." He said and you felt your face warming.

"You sure?" You asked, voice shaking a little with nerves.

"Come on." He said, motioning for you to come it "Help me to bed." He said with a wink and you giggled at his forwardness.

"Where's your dad?" You asked, noting the older Peña was nowhere to be seen.

"Putting María down."

"Javi, did you walk to the door on your own?" You asked sternly and he shrugged a little "I was at the kitchen table... didn't have to hobble far. Used the wall to support me."

"You're so fucking stubborn." You grumbled and he barked out a laugh at that "You love it."

"Maybe." You said as you helped him limp into his bedroom, jumping when a voice sounded from behind.

"See sense Mija?" Chucho teased and you turned your head to look at the older Peña "No funny business Mijo." He warned as he waved a finger at his son.

"God pops." The younger man groaned "I couldn't if I wanted to."

Chucho said nothing, just nodded as he smirked at you both before making his way to the lounge. You helped Javier over to his bed, giggling when he pulled you into a kiss that made you tingle all over.

When he was done kissing you, you helped him shed his jeans and shirt and blushed when he was left in just his underwear. You'd seen him this way before. Seen him in less, but this situation was different. This time you were allowed to look for the reasons you wanted. You were allowed to admire his form but your eyes couldn't help but drift to the wound that had almost taken him from you.

"It will fade a bit more," He said, suddenly feeling self-conscious of it "It won't always look that bad."

Your gaze snapped up as you practically dropped to your knees at his side, pulling his hand to your mouth and placing gentle kisses on his knuckles.

"Javi, I don't care if you have scars." You assured him "It's just seeing it... Well, it reminded me of how I almost lost you." You choked and his expression softened.

"Come to bed." He said sweetly, pulling you to him and you grinned at him.

"Let me just get ready and I'll be right with you." You said as you pulled away and his brow drew together "What?"

"You don't need to hide yourself from me Hermosa." He said softly.

"I just... I'm not much to look at." You said, wrapping your arms around your body.

"Let me be the judge of that." Javier said as he took your hands in his and pulled you towards him.

You stood between his legs, trembling a little with nerves as he started to unbutton your blouse and revealed your simple black bra beneath, kissing every inch of skin uncovered. His eyes grazed over your form as you stood there in just your jeans and bra, feeling your concern fizzle to nothing when you saw how his eyes darkened as he admired you. Next were your jeans. He looked at you a moment for permission before unbuttoning the item of clothing and peeling them over your hips, sucking in a breath then as you stood there in just your underwear.

"Beautiful." He gushed as he kissed your stomach and along the top of your panties, earning a moan from you.

"Javier." You warned, "What are you doing?"

"Admiring you Mi Amor." He whispered against your skin, grinning when you shivered with pleasure as your panties slid down your legs.

"We shouldn't." You breathed and he chuckled "Just because I can't make love to you right now... doesn't mean I can't make you cum baby." He cooed and your breath caught in your throat.

He shuffled himself back on the bed, leaning back on his elbows as he gazed at you with lust blown eyes.

"Come here Hermosa." He said, pulling his lip between his teeth and you felt your core ache at the sight.

"I don't-"

You were suddenly nervous. You'd not really done this before. Sure you'd had sex... but had always been pretty tame. Both with Philip and with Jason.

"Trust me." He said and you did.

You practically fell onto the bed in a mixture of excitement and nerves that have Javier chuckling as he grabbed your thighs and pulled you towards him, burying his face in your core.

You couldn't help the pleasured yelp that escaped your lips as he went to work and It was like nothing you'd ever experienced before. Your legs started to tremble as he drew you closer and closer to your release. Your moans and whimpers pushing him to work harder. He slipped two fingers into your tight, wet heat and curled them expertly, ripping your orgasm from you with a force that had you collapsing on the bed beside him, chest heaving as you found to catch your breath.

"Shit." You squeaked and he chuckled, pulling you into his side and kissing you deeply "That was amazing."

"That's only a glimpse of what I want to do with you Hermosa." He purred and you shivered "I want to worship every inch of you Mi Amor... just as soon as I can do so without putting myself in hospital." He joked and you chuckled.

"I look forward to it Javi." You replied, kissing him sweetly before pulling back and noting his changed expression.

"You are beautiful." He said and you knew that he was nothing but serious "You'll never need to change yourself for me." He assured you and you nodded "I love you cariño."

"I know Javier." You assured him, cupping his cheek "I love you too."

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Carnation

The carnation means fascination, distinction, and love. According to a Christian legend, carnations grew from the Virgin Mary's tears as she watched Jesus carry the cross. This is how they became associated with motherly love.

Know more about amazing carnation

Carnation

Dianthus caryophyllus

ALSO KNOWN AS

Clove Pinks, Angelier (Afr.), Border carnation, Clove pink, Cottage pink, Divine flower, Gilly flower, Picotee

Carnation is the birth flower for those born in the month of January.

Carnation Symbolism & Colors

Carnations grow in a wide variety of colors including pink, white, red, yellow, and scarlet. They are popular flowers for dying, so if you can’t find a natural color you like you can create it! Each color has a different meaning.

White carnations symbolize purity and luck.

Light red carnations symbolize admiration.

Dark red carnations symbolize love and affection.

Pink carnations symbolize gratitude.

Yellow carnations symbolize disappointment or rejection.

Purple carnations symbolize capriciousness.

Traditions and history

In France, purple carnations are the traditional funeral flower.Carnations are given on 1st anniversaries as a sign of love and commitment.They’re the second most popular cut flower after roses.

Carnations are the national flower of Spain and Slovenia.Since Ottoman times, red carnations and tulips are used in the interior wall paintings of mosques in Turkey. It is often said that while tulips represent God, carnations are the symbol for prophet Muhammad .{peace be upon him}

Carnations were mentioned in Greek literature 2,000 years ago. The term dianthus was coined by Greek botanist Theophrastus, and is derived from the Ancient Greek words for divine ("dios") and flower ("anthos"). The name "carnation" is believed to come from the Latin corona-ae, a "wreath, garland,

The formal name for carnation, dianthus, comes from Greek for "heavenly flower", or the flower ofCarnation Cultural Significance.

Carnation in poets

Carnations have inspired many artists, poets, and authors. British composer Joseph Mazzinghi wrote a song entitled “Ye Shepherds Tell Me”, which told of a beautiful girl wearing a wreath of flowers.

A wreath around her head,

Around her head she wore,

Carnation, lily, lily, rose,

And in her hand a crook she bore,

And sweets her breath compose.

Esteemed artist John Singer Sargent was influenced by this song, and created a painting entitled Carnation, Lily, Lily, Rose, which depicts two girls playing with lanterns in the garden.

Carnation in cooking

Edible

A spicy, floral taste. Ideal for adding to cakes or for use as decoration. Could be used as a colourful garnish to add to soups or salads.

Carnation overview

Dianthus caryophyllus is also known by the common name carnation. Historically this species has been cultivated for more than 2000 years. It is used medicinally, cosmetically, culinarily and as an insect repellant. The fragrant flowers are a favourite in many gardens, they make lovely cut flowers and are even listed in the top 10 cut flowers of the world, to grow at home!

Special features of Carnation

Nectar attracts butterflies and bees.

HOW TO HARVEST CARNATION

Deadhead flowers to keep this carnation blooming longer. Cutting side flower shoots will encourage the central bud grow into a larger flower.

Description

Dianthus caryophyllus is a herbaceous perennial plant growing up to 80 cm (31+1⁄2 in) tall. The leaves are glaucous greyish green to blue-green, slender, up to 15 cm (6 in) long. The flowers are produced singly or up to five together in a cyme; they are around 3–5 cm (1+1⁄4–2 in) diameter, and sweetly scented; the original natural flower color is bright pinkish-purple, but cultivars of other colors, including red, white, yellow, blue and green, along with some white with colored striped variations have been developed.

SPECIAL FEATURES OF CARNATION

Attracts useful insects

Nectar attracts butterflies and bees.

Attracts birds

Fragrant flowers attract nectar feeders like hummingbirds and insect eating birds too.

Facts about carnation

Purple carnations indicate capriciousness. In France, it is a traditional funeral flower, given in condolence for the death of a loved one.Carnations are often worn on special occasions, especially Mother's Day and weddings. In 1907, Anna Jarvis chose a carnation as the emblem of Mother's Day because it was her mother's favourite flower. This tradition is now observed in the United States and Canada on the second Sunday in May. Ann Jarvis chose the white carnation because she wanted to represent the purity of a mother's love. This meaning has evolved over time, and now a red carnation may be worn if one's mother is alive, and a white one if she has died.

Where carnation found

The wild carnation is found in the Mediterranean countries of Spain, Italy, Croatia, Albania, Greece and Turkey.

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Muse List

Main Universe: Basically an alternate ending to part 6 where Pucci is defeated by Jotaro during the final battle. there are some minor changes to canon, like Aya surviving part 4 and Yasuho from part 8 being Koichi’s cousin. Everyone lives in Morioh. Tomoko, Trish, Yasuho, and Shinobu live alone but relatively close together. Jolyne, Hermes, and Foo live together.

Muse List:

Jolyne Kujo - 6200 lbs, Hot headed and feisty Jolyne is a balance of fat and muscle. likes to work out to stay “in shape”. can’t use the toilet because her ass breaks everyone it comes in contact with. Secretly isn’t potty trained and usually ends up messing her panties or diaper if she’s forced to wear one. will deny having shit herself despite the smell saying otherwise. Is constantly gassy and her farts can shatter glass. Nearly immobile

Kinks: Weight Gain, gas, muscles, vore, soiling, diapers

Holly Kujo - 6600 lbs, Jolyne’s loving grandma, who moved to Morioh to be closer to her granddaughter. Is just as Buff as jolyne and then some. Got Hamon training from Lisa Lisa to keep her youthful appearance. Is a feeder but doesn’t mind gaining weight herself. was trained in combat by her grandmother

Kinks: Mommydom, Weight gain, cgl, vore, muscles, force feeding, slightly yandere, lactation

Elizabeth Joestar, Aka Lisa Lisa - 6900 lbs, Ex guardian of the red stone of Aja, and current famous Sumo wrestler. was turned into a futa after exposure to the red stone. Teaches a sumo class in morioh.

Kinks: Weight gain, Vore, Futa, sumo, crushing/ facesitting, milf, muscles

Suzi Q - 4900 lbs, Holly’s mom and Elizabeth’s maid. The red stone of Aja blessed her with a permanent youthful appearance, and slowed aging so she looks much younger than she actually is. Spend her time cleaning and helping her mistress.

Kinks: Weight gain, Vore, slob

Hermes Costello - 6000 lbs, A bottom heavy beauty who loves using smaller people as seats. Her burps are just as strong as Jolyne’s farts and her ass can crack concrete easily. Lives with Jolyne and Foo, and usually gets wound up in their crazy shenanigans. 

Kinks: Weight gain, Crushing, Face Sitting, gas, vore

Foo Fighters - 3900 lbs, A Gut heavy girl who loves water more than anything. makes for an excellent bed when tired. Wears diapers for convenience and because jolyne wears them.

Kinks: Weight gain, Inflation, gas, vore, diapers

Trish Una -4200 lbs, A Rich pampered blob, Moved to Morioh to start her music career, and owns several fast food joints and restaurants. Lives multiple lives as a business woman, mafia boss, and successful rock star. She disguises herself when performing concerts to keep up her threatening appearance as a mafia boss. Her body type is more of a blob with her fat spread out.

Miraschon- 5,000 lbs, the stand user if Marilyn manson and former inmate of green dolphin Street. She now works in Mariah's bar.

Miuccia Miuller - 9,000 lbs, former officer at Green dolphin Street prison.

Kinks: Weight gain, gas, pampering, being spoiled, being bratty, vore

Tomoko Higashikata- 5500 lbs, Local Slutty Milf who’s willing to fuck anyone and anything for the right price. Works at a strip club to make money on the side. Her breasts are the biggest part of her.

Kinks: Weight gain, gas, vore, lactation, Milf, mommy dom

Shinobu Kawajiri - 5800 lbs, The local Futa milf of Morioh. She tends to be overly polite and denies her slobbier habits. Easily flustered and has the ability to turn anyone she fucks into an overweight slob. Very caring and motherly to everyone she meets.

Kinks: Weight gain, Gas, futanari, vore, cum inflation, mommy kink

Yasuho Hirose - 4000 Ibs, A student at Morioh’s most prestigious universities, Yasuho is a total dork which makes her the target of bullying by her fellow students. Is generally a neet and super anxious. She streams on twitch and plays smash bros competitively.

Kinks: Weight Gain, Humilation, gas, vore, teasing

Middler - 8,000 lbs, one of Dio's assassins now a dancer at Mariah's club.

Mariah - 10,000 lbs, one of Dios former assassins now owns a small bar in Morioh

Aya Tsuji - 6900 lbs, A massive near immobile slob that requires a wagon to haul her massive gut so she can walk. Aya runs the Cinderella “Beauty Salon” in Morioh, and makes a habit out of turning men and women into slobs if they piss her off. She wants to make people happy, and uses her stand to help people achieve true happiness as massive overweight slobs.

Gwess - 6,000 lbs, Jolyne's former cell mate current country music star

Fujiko Fujiyama - 7,000 lbs, former prisoner now a smut artist. She works under Aya at Cinderella.

Kinks: Extreme Slob, weight gain, slob transformation, gas, vore, soiling, body hair (mostly on her belly armpits.)

Kaato Higashikata - 9,900 lbs, Tomoko’s older sister who’s an absolute giant of a woman and loves to tease her younger sister.

Sugar Mountain - ??? Ibs, the guardian of the massive tree found in the mountains outside of Morioh. Anyone who fails the test of honesty will become a huge inflated fruit hanging from the tree.

Erina Joestar/Pendleton - 9,999 lbs, wife of Jonathan joestar through timey wimey shenanigans she is now living in present day Morioh.

Mary Joestar - 15,000 lbs, mother of Jonathan joestar and one of the largest women in the family’s history. She survived the carriage accident thanks to her tremendous weight and lived out her days as a widower in England after the events of part 1. In secret she began studying the paranormal and creatures of the night becoming a bit of a cryptid/monster hunter. and eventually developed a stand which allowed her to travel throughout time as long as a living decendant is available for her to transport to.

Karera Sakunami - 7000 lbs, local trouble make and one of Yasuho’s class mates at university. She picked up Yasuho’s habits and has become a total slob.

Yukako yamagishi - 9,000 lbs, a bit of a yandere she only has eyes for one man~ though she will accept food

Diego Brando - 9,000 lbs, a traveler from across time dropped in the modern age and forced to adapt. hotpants is the only one who knows his secret.

Hot pants - 10,000 lbs, A former nun and agent of the vatican Hot Pants has a trouble past that lead her to where she is now living as a bit of a drifter in Morioh.

Bruno Bucciarati - 10,000 lbs,  Bucciarati is a Mafioso and the leader of his own squad within the powerful Neapolitan gang, Passione

Leone Abbacchio - 15,000 lbs, One of Bruno’s underlings and former police officer.

Sheila E - 9,000 lbs,  Giorno Giovanna's personal bodyguards

Pannacotta Fugo - 6,000 lbs, one of giorno's many enforcers

Guido Mista - 9,000 lbs, the underboss of passione

Risotto Nero - 20,000 lbs, former head of La squadra

Illuso - 15,000 lbs, the stand user of Man in the Mirror

Irene - 6200 lbs, Jolyne’s look alike and eternal rival. Her stand gorgeous irene lets her fatten and dumb down people by feeding them.

Anakiss - 10,000 lbs, Irene’s girlfriend and massive dumb blob. she has a stand but is usually too stupid to remember how to use it

Rose - 170 lbs, Height, 6 ft., Trish’s manager and mother figure. Is very caring for Trish and wants the best for her but doesn’t put up with Trish’s more bratty tendencies.

Kinks: Feeder, spanking, general dom stuff

Aki - 5900 lbs, A ditzy milf who loves to spoil and feed people. She’s very gassy so i hope you don’t mind the smell.

Kinks: Feeder, Weight Gain, Milf, Lactation, breeding, pregnancy, mommydom, slob, bimbo, cgl

Makoto - 4200 lbs, A young sumo wrestler who’s Aki’s adopted daughter. She’s been spoiled by her mom so she’s put on a lot of weight. travels a lot competing at events with her sister. kind of a tomboy and enjoys sports.

Kuro - 3000 lbs, Makoto’s adopted little sister, She’s a bit of a brat thanks to her mother’s pampering, but she’s sweet when she wants to be. Like her sister she also competes in sumo and is pretty good at it. Is a bit of a goth and likes creepy edgy stuff.

Yuzuki -  140 lbs. A sadistic gameshow host who loves tormenting and humiliating people for others amusement. She runs all contest themed asks and dishes out the punishments for the losers.

Haruko Kawajiri 1000 lbs - A cute chubby Trans girl. Tends to lean towards feeder than feedee. Her and Yasuho are best friends and run a paranormal investigation club at their college. despite not having a stand she is still able to see them and other spirits. She frequently investigates the many supernatural hot spots around her hometown to further her knowledge of spirits and other unnatural phenomenon.

Kinks: Feeding, general weight gain shenanigans.

kei Kira - 8000 lbs, Kaato higashikata’s maid. She hates her boss’s messy life style but has unintentionally become a slob herself.

Dolli Kujo - 10,000 lbs, Jolyne’s mom and huge stress eater. she’s not a stand user and doesn’t want any part of the bizarre adventures her daughter gets up to but usually winds up involved anyway.

Barbara Versace- 8,000 lbs, Mother of Donatello Versace one of the sons of Dio, Barbara is a bit of a hippie having never growing out of the fashion sense she rocked when she was younger. She’s doing a bit of soul searching after the loss of her son. Her stand underneath the radar let’s her view memories of all people and objects within her stands range.

Natasha Mercury - 9,000 lbs, Mother of Ungalo one of the son’s of Dio, Natasha is an avid collector and admirer of the arts and is secretly a huge comic book nerd. Her stand Panic at the Disco allows her to cast illusions on anyone struck by the stands beams of light causing them to belive fictional characters are coming to life.

Ribelli Brando - 10,000 lbs, Mother of Rikiel and one of Dio’s many partners who managed to escape being drained by the vampire. She currently runs a farm in the outskirts of Morioh and is trying to live a simple life and move on from her troubled past. Her stand “let me go home” gives her the ability to control and communicate with animals.

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Something Is Not Right

General Fetish things for DIO:  (CW: Emeto, Eructo, Eprocto, Light Feederism, Stomach Stuff, Predator/Prey Dynamics)

Dio is cruel in just about every facet of his person. He lives to one up those under him and he has a particularly uncouth tendency to single out one individual rather than a number of unfortunate servants when he’s in a poor mood or under the weather. His servants around the mansion are privy to this, and it’s not uncommon for those with a weak sense of loyalty to end up as his next meal. To preface, vampire biology is weird, first of all, and despite spending over a century as a vampire, Dio retains his old hunger for mortal delights- food and sex over all other pleasures. The downside to this is that his body is no longer technically living- Most of his organs lie “dormant”, and are only used to regulate bodily functions occasionally, which means when he does decide to put them to use, often times the end result is less than... pleasant. 

It typically garners a pretty disgusting reaction out of him. 

He’s damn well aware that human foods (his favorites being expensive red meats and dripping, fatty, decadent meals paired with a six thousand dollar bottles of wine) do not agree with him at all. Maybe he’s too stubborn, and maybe he does it out of spite, but that hedonistic side of him adores gorging himself to the point of being violently sick. (See bouts of blood stenched gas. It’s... wretched.)

It gives him a thrill like no other, feeling his gut roil and squirm and lurch at the rich diet he forces down his gullet. It reminds him of his days as a human- possibly a side effect of his demented childhood, he has formed this unhealthy relationship with food and drink, given how food aggressive he gets. Before coming to the Joestar estate, Dio had to work for his meals and even then, they weren’t good meals at that. Power over people is nice, but power over sustenance is a whole other form of high to him.

Therein lies another issue tying back to his general sadism- How he takes it out on those around him. He’s gathered an extensive group of people that’d bend over backwards for him and he likes to play a sort of “game” to test which unlucky (or lucky, depending on your perspective) individual’s sense of loyalty to him. The first set of “trials” if you can even call them that involve you hand feeding him, his razor sharp fangs snapping at your fingers if you get them too close. He will bite if you are not careful, and he will take your fingers clean off. Seeing the fear in your eyes and the sense of impending dread of what’s to come gets him fucking randy as sin. 

Several bites in and he’s having you wipe the drool from his lips, your fingers shaking as you delicately dab at his handsome face... He expects you to treat this as a “privilege” and to savor every last moment you’re touching him. This also extends to when he has you pluck tendon fibers from his teeth and run your fingers over his tongue, hot, vile breath panting in your face the entire time. It’s wet and heavy smelling, and it leaves the flesh on your cheeks feeling sticky.  

Don’t be surprised if you’re sudden getting a belch to the face right as you’re cleaning away at his gums- the man is as shameless as they come knowing you’re choking back a gag at the meaty, distinctly aged aroma. He’ll chide you a bit if you pause, asking what’s the matter? Did something bother you just now? It’s better not to humor him honestly. It’d just prompt him into forcing you into a kiss followed by a prompt regurgitation of his previous meal into your mouth... He’ll tell you that you might enjoy it a little more if you got familiar with his diet. His acute control over his internal system allows for a very unfortunate position to whoever is stuck with him for the night. He revels in your tears, in the thinly veiled wretches you can’t even hold back whilst tasting his partially digested and disgustingly noticeably room temperature food.  However, if you do play it safe, you’re going to be stuck massaging his stomach for hours at a time in that massive bed of his, sinking your fingers into his doughy bloat and forced to endure just about everything coming out of him. Due to the slowed metabolism, Dio’s going to have one hell of a case of bubbleguts going both ways. Pray he doesn’t make you suck him off during or after that belly rub, because he has not a single shred of decency to hold back for the sake of what is essentially less than a pet to him. 

[bnhahistoriasdiversas]

Rara Casualidad

 NOTA: Feederism, Katsuki Bakugou

     Conocí a Bakugou de una forma… poco convencional, estaba en mitad de mis años de estudios cuando lo empecé a notar, vivíamos en el mismo edificio departamental y también en el último piso, siempre fui una vecina tranquila y de bajo perfil, aunque nunca dejaba la oportunidad de ayudar a la gente, ya sea dándole una mano u ofreciendo algunos de mis servicios para pagar algunas cosas, pues tengo apoyo de mi familia en mi país, soy extranjera y agradezco lo hospitalarios que son conmigo mis vecinos, me hacen pensar que tuve suerte de no encontrarme con vecinos repelentes o gordo fóbicos, no soy tan gorda, pero tengo suficientes kilitos de mas para crearme algunos rollitos y mis mejillas, brazos, muslos y bueno, todo, se me vea más grueso.

   Regresaba de mi trabajo de medio tiempo cuando lo vi en la entrada de su departamento, había comprado cosas y algunas se le cayeron de la bolsa, se las recogí y devolví. En ese momento, no fue el tipo más amable de la vida pero fue educado y pregunto mi nombre aunque sea, las charlas eran cortas y a veces nos saludábamos en la mañana o cuando coincidíamos en regresar de nuestros trabajos, los demás vecinos decían varias cosas, como lo maleducado que era, impulsivo, temperamental, busca pleitos, bandas criminales, malas juntas, nunca fui de escuchar esas cosas, solo oía y ya, no hay que juzgar a la gente por lo que se dice de ella a sus espaldas, lo que si me llamo un poco la atención, fue el rumor de que tenia novia, una novia hermosa, pensé, “bien por ella, parece un buen chico, y es guapo”. Lo pensé como un comentario casual, nada serio.

    Un día tuve mala suerte en el trabajo y en los estudios, nada salió como lo tenía planeado y fui de compras para relajarme y tener la mente ocupada en algo más lindo como la comida, el té y la papelería que tanto me gusta, lo mío es el arte. Coloque la llave en la cerradura cuando escuche quejidos, el pasillo estaba vacío, había una celebración en los pisos inferiores para celebrar el cumpleaños de un empleado, ya le había entregado su regalo. Seguí los sonidos y descubrí el departamento de Bakugou con la puerta abierta, temía que se tratara de algún ladrón o que quizás le paso algo malo, y bueno, fue “malo” entre comillas, termine soltando las bolsas de la impresión.

    Katsuki se encontraba recostado en el sofá de la sala de estar con envoltorios de comida a su alrededor, lo que me sorprendió, fue la curvatura de su abdomen que subía y bajaba con su respiración, se veía tenso y sudaba, al verme se tenso aún mas y se irguió en el sillón sosteniendo su panza, me mostro una mirada de enfado y a la defensiva.

“Katsu: ¿Qué haces aquí, extra?, ¿Cómo mierda entraste?”

“l-la puerta estaba abierta y escuche tus quejidos desde el pasillo, me preocupe que te hubiera pasado algo malo”

“Katsu: no necesito la ayuda de nadie, estoy bien, vete y déjame solo- ¡nnn!”

   Se agarro el estomago tras un fuerte gorgoteo quejumbroso, ahogo un eructo inflando sus mejillas, me partía el alma verlo así, y sinceramente, no le tenía miedo, era solo un chico teniendo una mala experiencia por una indulgencia.

“espera aquí, te hare medicina natural, aliviara tus molestias estomacales”

“Katsu: ¡ya te dije que no necesito tu ayuda! ¡Lárgate de mi casa! Tengo todo el derecho de echarte a explosiones de aquí por entrar SIN MI PERMISO y ahora querer quedarte SIN MI CONCENTIMIENTO.”

“cálmate, te va a hacer mal, me iré cuando te sientas un poco mejor, hasta entonces, no te será fácil deshacerte de mí, jovencito”

  Fue todo lo que dije antes de dirigirme a la cocina sin prestar atención a sus quejas entrecortadas, saque un jarro de la alacena y busque algún calentador de agua o una tetera, tras poner el agua saque de mi bolso bolsitas con infusiones y una rejilla de infusión personal, le coloque una mezcla especial y las diluí en una pequeña cantidad de agua fría para suavizarlas y hacer rápido el proceso, le estaba colocando el agua cuando una mano con un paño afirmo el costado del hervidor y me ayudo a bajarlo, no me había dado cuenta que se logro levantar del sillón y caminar hasta la cocina con esa pesada curva en su abdomen, por alguna razón no podía evitar dirigir mi mirada a ese estomago hinchado, pero daba un esfuerzo por evitar y no ser maleducada. El chico se veía algo mareado como de enojado.

“Katsu: te dije que- UURRPH-… mph, que te fueras…”

“y yo te dije que no me iría hasta que te sintieras mejor, ¿por qué no vuelves al sillón?, te ves mareado”

“Katsu: y ¿tú por qué no te vas a la mierda y dejas de meterte donde no te llaman?”

“ayyy que actitud…” dije suspirando, al parecer algunos rumores parecían ser ciertos. “Por favor, ve a sentarte, esta infusión estará casi lista en un minuto y todo mejorara”

  Me dirigí al jarro y comencé a revolver y quitar la rejilla cuando me lo arrebato de las manos.

“¡Hey! ¡Con cuidado! Esta caliente”

“Katsu: cállate, no hay nada que no pueda manejar…”

“aja… dile eso a ese estomago que gorgotea tan enojado como tú”

“Katsu: ¡tsk! ¡Esta mierda no es nada comparado con todos los villanos a los que me eh enfrentado y derrotado!- URRRRPH- Ah…”

“¿villanos? ¿Eres un héroe acaso?”

“Katsu: si, estúpida, ¿no se nota?”

“con la actitud que tienes, no.” Comencé a ordenar y recién note todas las cestas de comida y compras sobre la mesa central, tenían tarjetas de felicidades algunas, mientras que otras de disculpa. “parece que tendrás comida para semanas” comente sin mirarlo.

“Katsu: ¿y? puedo comérmelos todos de una sola vez y estaré como nuevo al día siguiente”

“¿por eso estas así? ¿Por un reto personal?”

“Katsu: ¡¿eso a ti que te importa?! De hecho, ¡te llevare yo mismo a la puerta de tu departamento para que te dejes de joderme!”

“¡deja de gritarme que tengo el oído fino!, primero bébete lentamente esa medicina y cúrate, ya te lo dije, me iré cuando te mejores y tenga MI conciencia tranquila de que estas bien”

“Katsu: tsk… bien- Urp… como sea, con tal de que te vayas y me dejes solo”

   Dicho esto olio un poco el jarro y comenzó a beber duramente, sin dudarlo, le quite suave pero firmemente el jarro de los labios para que dejara de beber con desenfreno.

“te dije LENTAMENTE, nadie te esta apurando y este es un medicamento un poco fuerte”

“Katsu: ¡deja de joder! ¡Solo son hiervas! ¡¿Qué puto daño pueden ha-?! ¡UUUUUURRRRRRPH!”

  Se tapo la boca y sostuvo su estomago en la mano libre, los gorgoteos se volvieron muy fuerte y sudaba aún mas, le coloque la silla y lo guie para que se sentara.

“deberías escuchar a la gente que te quiere ayudar”

“Katsu: ¿q-qué mierda- ¡BRUUPH!- me diste?... mi estomago… se siente muy caliente… ohhhh mierda… te voy a matar tan pronto se pase…”

“tranquilo, solo se está acomodando el aire, el dolor estomacal no solo es causado por mucha comida, sino también por el aire acumulado” coloque el jarro en la mesa junto a nosotros y comencé a retroceder

“Katsu: ¡oe! ¡¿A dónde crees que vas?! ¡Ven y arregla- ¡GROOOOUPH!- mph… esto.”

“voy a salir de la cocina, no quiero que me llegues a ensordecer” dije en la entrada de la cocina”

“Katsu: ¡¿de qué mierda ha-?! ¡¡ ¿Mmmm?!!”

  Sus mejillas se hincharon y su estomago dio un último y fuerte gorgoteo.

GRRRRROOOOOUUUUUMBL

¡¡¡¡BRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUUUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRGHH!!!!

  A pesar de que salí de ahí, el sonido fue tal que aún así tuve que taparme los oídos, Bakugou se reclino en su asiento con una cara de alivio completa, solo entonces regrese y lo mire de frente.

“por eso, ¿te sientes mas aliviado sin ese aire?”

“Katsu: cállate… uffff… hombre, en verdad lo necesitaba…”

“¿ves que no era tan malo?, aunque, si me hubieras hecho caso no habría sido así de monstruoso y retorcido”

  Solo gruño en respuesta y se frotaba el estomago de arriba a abajo, vi su polera subida por los costados y me acerque a acomodársela, solo entonces levanto la cabeza, parecía impresionado de tenerme tan cerca.

“tranquilo, no te voy a comer” dije bromeando y con una risita “bueno, cuando sientas dolor bebe otro poco del té, así hasta que te sientas completamente bien, si necesitas algo mas, ya sabes dónde estoy” dije levantándome y dirigiéndome a la salida.

“Katsu: alto ahí, extra.”

  Me agarro de la muñeca con brusquedad y me acerco a él, estaba anonadada, no sabía qué hacer y me quede estática un momento, luego volví en sí y trate de quitarme de su agarre, pero era realmente fuerte.

“o-oye, suéltame por favor, ya me voy a ir”

“Katsu: no, no lo harás… vuelve a hacerlo.” Ordeno firmemente.

“… ¿qué cosa?”

“Katsu: ¿es que te tengo que explicar todo?, frótame la barriga, tu toque… fue muy agradable…” lo último lo dijo casi en susurro y desviando la mirada, como si se avergonzara.

  Me quede helada, ¿qué?... ¿Qué le masajee el estomago?... fue lo que pensé, entonces me zamarreo liberándome de mis pensamientos y coloco mi mano en su estomago.

“Katsu: ¡bien! ¡Lo hare yo mismo! Pásame tu otra mano, inútil extra”

“¡hey! Ya te dije mi nombre, no me llames extra, y ya suéltame la mano las tuyas… son muy calientes…”

“Katsu: je… y las tuyas muy pequeñas y gordas como las de un bebe…”

  Coloque la otra mano en su barriga y comencé a frotarla por mi propia cuenta, solo entonces me soltó la otra que estaba roja y algo mojada con sudor, sabia un poco de masajes, pero nunca lo había hecho en una barriga, así que empecé suave y buscando las partes más tensas. Katsuki parecía encantado, suspiro y echo su cabeza hacia atrás, no movió más sus brazos y los aparto dejándome total acceso.

“Katsu: ohhhh si… justo ahí… puta mierda, se siente bien…”

  Sus comentarios y la forma en que parecían casi gemidos me sonrojo en un solo instante, pero… me sentía bien, sentía calidez y un toque de… gusto, tal vez. Comencé a frotar con más seguridad y Bakugou continuo con sus sonidos de gusto, en una de esas me aventure en levantar un poco su polera y a masajear en la parte baja, repase su ombligo y se estremeció de lo que parecía de placer, toda su piel estaba tensa y veía líneas que parecían marcas de un six pack, no me cabía duda de que era un chico muy fuerte, lo supe desde que vi sus hombros anchos y brazos.

  Cuando ya no hubo más gorgoteos me levante con intensiones de, ahora sí, irme, al darme la vuelta algo me agarro por la espalda. Sentía una respiración caliente y húmeda en mi cuello que me estremeció hasta la medula, me ponía nerviosa que la gente estuviera cerca de ahí. Katsuki rio con malicia y poso su rostro en mi hombro antes de…

¡¡¡¡BRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRHHHH!!!!

  Salte soltándome de él y lo mire con enfado.

“¡eres un descarado! ¡¿Cómo se te ocurre eructarme así en el oído cuando te dije que tengo el oído fino?! Ayyyyy… me pitan…”

“Katsu: jah… eso por entrar sin permiso, y esto…”

  Se volvió a acercar y me quito las manos de mis oídos que los acariciaban, él empezó a acariciarlos con suavidad y me masajeo el cuello, hombros y termino en mi cabeza, que mas que un masaje, parecía una caricia, no pude evitar relajarme al punto de cerrar los ojos y tener que posar mis manos en él, sentía que me caería si no lo hacía. No supe cuando se detuvo, al abrir los ojos me miro de nuevo con esos ojos despreocupados y un toque desdeñosos.

“Katsu: bien, ahora vete. Ya tuve suficiente de ti en mi casa.”

  Me fui a la entrada de la cocina y lo mire, le recordé que siempre podía buscarme si necesitaba algo, no me respondió, solo alzo la mano en despedida y asintió despreocupadamente.  

  Creo que paso un mes cuando lo vi en el parque discutiendo con una chica, esta le dio una cachetada y se fue furiosa, Katsuki se quedo estático, como si lo hubieran aturdido, miro a la chica irse y alzo la mano en su dirección, no se detuvo, ni siquiera lo miro de reojo. Katsuki se fue con las manos en los bolsillos, lo seguí hasta un bar, entendí que la pelea tal vez fue más que solo una pelea de pareja, habían terminado.

  Me quede afuera pensando en que hacer, sé que ese chico no era nada mío pero… sentía la necesidad de velar por su bienestar, así que entre con timidez. La gente me miro, parecía sorprendida, y no era de extrañar, no soy la clase de chica que va a un bar y menos sola, encontré a Katsuki en la barra con un vaso de licor ámbar y hielo, me senté en silencio a su lado, tenso los hombros pero no me miro, no dijo nada, ni un gruñido, pude ver su mejilla roja con las marcas de dedos, su flequillo ocultaba sus ojos, pedí que me trajeran un frozen mojito (consiste en colocar en la licuadora bastante hielo, 1 ½ onza de ron blanco, 2 cucharadas de azúcar, ½ onza de jugo de limón y 6 hojas de menta fresca, licuar y servir, es un trago para mujeres). Bakugou me miro de reojo, vi en sus ojos una pizca de impresión, pero la verdad era que siempre quise probar ese trago pues nunca pude hacer un trago para mi, solo hacía para el resto, fue después de unos minutos que me trajeron mi trago que hablo.

“Katsu: no te ves como alguien que bebe mucho, ¿verdad?...”

“… y tú pareces muy joven para beber”

“Katsu: mira quien lo dice, si de seguro tienes mi edad y te ves un año más pequeña que yo”

“jajajaja… te sorprenderá saber que soy mayor que tu por un par de años, todos dicen que me veo más joven, y eso me halaga, pero… no vine aquí a beber un mojito y a charlar de eso… te seguí después de que te vi…”

“Katsu: ¿verme en qué? Acosadora”

“sabes que no soy así, hablo de que… te vi discutir con esa chica y como te golpeo para luego irse… ¿quieres hablar de eso o… prefieres que te acompañe en silencio?”

  Katsuki me miro a los ojos, los tenía un poco humedecidos, al parecer iba a gritarme algo como que me fuera, pero no pudo articular una palabra, volvió su vista a baso con whisky, lo bebió de una y pidió otro trago, pedí unos bocadillos y se los di, no quería que se emborrachara, no quería saber cómo era estando ebrio y menos ahora dolido con algo así.

“Katsu: no quiero tus comidas…”

“no los pedí para mi, sino para ambos, no quiero que te emborraches”

“Katsu: y ¿si ese fuera mi objetivo, qué harás? Nadie me puede detener”

“Bakugou…”

  Fue la primera vez en mucho tiempo que le llamaba por su apellido, me miro sorprendido y miro los maníes y frutos secos, chasqueo los labios y comió un puñado.

  Lo acompañe hasta su departamento, después de todo, termino estando un poco ebrio, perdía a veces el equilibrio y tenía que ser su apoyo por más que me apartara de él cuando lo recuperaba. Lo lleve a su dormitorio a pesar de sus quejas, le dije que le iba a preparar la cena y cuando estuve en la puerta me llamo por mi nombre seguido de

“Katsu: … ¿por qué… eres así conmigo?... por más que te aparto no dejas de estar a mi lado y ayudarme cuando tengo alguna dificultad… ¿qué quieres de mi?”

“yo, nada… solo… quiero hacer lo que me gusta y que no recibo mucho de las personas que me rodean”

  Fue entonces que salí de la habitación, me golpeo la cien de lo estúpida que fue mi respuesta y me puse un delantal antes de ver que le podía cocinar a ese niño. No me tomo mucho tiempo tener una cena decente para él, lo llame pero no recibí respuesta, lo fui a buscar y lo encontré recostado en su cama, solté una risita conmovida y lo arrope, murmuraba cosas, de curiosa me acerque con cuidado a escucharlo.

“Katsu: quédate… por favor… no te vayas…”

  Debía de ser su novia que termino con él en el parque, sudaba en frio y estaba muy tenso, lo acaricie con suavidad y tarareé una melodía que me enseño mi madre hace tiempo, esto lo  calmo pues se relajo y su respiración se ralentizo.

“Katsu: hueles diferente… muy dulce y cálida…”

  No pude evitar sonrojarme a pesar de que el comentario no estaba dirigido a mí, lo acomode y acaricie la cabeza para luego susurrar.

“Sé que no somos nada el uno del otro pero… nunca te dejare solo estando en problemas… te lo prometo, Katsuki Bakugou… estaré ahí cuando te caigas y te dejare ir otra vez cuando vuelvas a caminar… pero siempre estaré presente… y aunque ahora no me oigas… cumpliré esta promesa te guste o no…”

   Salí de la habitación para comer algo de cenar y guardar el resto a Bakugou, termine de limpiar la casa por él y también hice mis cosas en la sala de estar, creo que termine durmiendo ahí pues los rayos del sol me iluminaron los parpados, no me atreví a abrirlos hasta que sentí que me acariciaban el cuerpo, era una mano cálida pero estaba algo pesada, mire y se trataba de Katsuki, tenía algunas ojeras, al parecer le dio un poco de resaca los tragos de whisky, me movió con algo de suavidad buscando quitarme el aletargamiento.

“Katsu: oe… ya levántate que sé que estas despierta, ya prepare el desayuno y necesito ir a trabajar”

“mmmmm… está bien, gracias…” dije quitándome las lagrimas secas de los ojos.

   Katsuki solo me miro y se levanto.

   Tras el desayuno propuse quedarme a limpiar en lo que él se iba a trabajar a su agencia de héroes, al parecer, estaba lo bastante alicaído como para no dar comentarios sarcásticos o estar a la defensiva todo el tiempo.

  Así paso un tiempo hasta que recupero su energía y ya no tenia rastros de su ruptura, parece que habían peleado porque la chica era algo celosa, me alegro que se haya alejado de ella, también me alegro de haberme quedado con él en el bar, de lo contrario, nuestra relación no sería la misma.

Ahora se podría decir que éramos amigos, él me contaba y se quejaba conmigo de las cosas malas de su día, se abrió conmigo y yo le contaba un poco mas de mi, como quería ser artista independiente pero que me vi en parte obligada a estudiar otra carrera debido a que en mi país esa carrera no era muy prometedora la mayoría de las veces, me propuso que tras terminar la que tenia estudiara la que quería aquí en Japón, que era una buena Universidad en la que estaba como estudiante de intercambio o que podría tomar cursos extras.

  Las ideas que tenia siempre eran fantásticas, a pesar de su ideología del todo o nada, me gustaba tener su apoyo y su oído para mí, me sentía plena a su lado. Pero paso que un día no quiso hablarme más, me evitaba o no llegaba a su departamento, tampoco respondía ni mis mensajes ni mis llamadas, un día le pregunte a uno de mis vecinos si sabía lo que pasaba, estaba con la rabia por las nubes cuando lo supe.

  Resulta que la ex de Katsuki había terminado con él creyendo que tenía una aventura conmigo, ahora, esparció el rumor de que era homosexual y que solo quería usar a Katsuki para llegar a sus compañeras de trabajo que eran “mi tipo”, me encabrone hasta las orejas por ese descaro, prometí que ya me iba a encargar de esa tipa más tarde, pero primero debía arreglar y aclarar las cosas con Bakugou, así que lo espere escondida tras mi puerta. Cuando por fin llego, me acerque y le sujete el hombro llamándolo, se tenso y no me miro.

“Katsu: ¿Qué quieres, extra?”

“quiero hablar, ya me entere del rumor y quiero aclarar las cosas”

“Katsu: no hay nada que hablar, ya sabía yo que eras demasiado buena y amable como para no buscar algo de mí, solo… no me esperaba que me querías usar de puente para tener novia, no me lo espere de ti, eres una zorra”

“¡Bakugou, eso es lo que quiero aclarar, no soy homosexual, soy pansexual!”

“Katsu: ¡¿uh?! ¡Déjate de mentiras, que me encabronan!”

“¡a mí también me molestan y por eso te hablo con la verdad siempre!, soy pansexual, no me interesa el género de la otra persona, porque el que seas hombre o mujer no define quien eres, así es como lo veo yo, pero… nunca espere que llegaras a creer en un rumor así de vil y toxico y no querer aclararlo, ibas a dejar morir lo que teníamos solo porque tu ex quería difundir esas cosas… nunca lo espere de ti y… me duele…” mi voz se empezaba a quebrar pero me mantuve firme “ ¡me duele porque me importas Bakugou, y me importarías de la misma manera si fueras mujer! ¡Cabro ‘porquería!”

  Fue lo último que dije antes de darme la vuelta y dirigirme a mi departamento, por mis mejillas empezaban a correr las lagrimas y tragar se me hacía difícil, pero no iba a flaquear, no frente a él, frente a nadie iba a flaquear. Unos pasos se acercaban pero no quería mirar, no en este estado tan deplorable, así que cerré la puerta tirándola y me fui a mi cuarto a poner mi rostro en la almohada.

  Al otro día no tenía ganas de levantarme, me sentía algo enferma y tenia frio, había olvidado taparme con algo, estaba tan deprimida y triste que no me di cuenta cuando me dormí, tosía y me maree mucho al levantarme de la cama, necesite apoyarme en la pared para poder caminar, llame a una compañera con la que tenia afinidad y le dije que no podría ir y que si me pasaba los apuntes al final del día, el resto fue algo borroso, recuerdo haber pedido comida para todo el día pues no me veía en condiciones para cocinar, me quede en mi habitación tratando de hacer algo y no pensar en lo que paso ayer.

Mi timbre sonó y no dejo de hacerlo hasta que llegue, quise cerrar la puerta de inmediato pero no tenía fuerza para forcejear. Katsuki abrió la puerta sin problema, creo que se acercaba la noche en ese momento

“¿qué haces aquí? ¿No que no querías hablar con ´mentirosos´?”

“Katsu: cállate, yo… vine a hablar y… agh… a… a…”

“mira, dilo ya y vete que no tengo fuerzas para esto yo… yo no…”

“Katsu: ¿Qué tienes? No te ves bien, oye, ¿me estas escuchando?... ¡ah! ¡O-Oe!”

  Creo que me caí del mareo, pues no recuerdo mucho, recuerdo que Katsuki me hablaba exaltado y me levanto. Luego desperté en mi cama y con una compresa fría en la frente, no veía a nadie a mi alrededor, pero al levantarme a revisar si Bakugou seguía ahí me tope con la sorpresa de que durmió en el sofá, me hinque frente a él, tenía la misma ropa con la que lo vi ayer en la tarde, olía un poco a sudor y se veía muy cansado. Le aparte unos mechones de pelo del rostro, durmiendo se veía muy lindo, ya que no tenía esa mirada altiva y desdeñosa o ese seño fruncido. Cerré aún más las cortinas para que siguiera durmiendo mientras cocinaba algo para él, a pesar de que tenía mucha comida para llevar, prefería cocinar las cosas por mi cuenta, prepare todo lo que se me vino a la cabeza y tal vez fue mucho, terminaba de cocinar unos huevos revueltos cuando me sostuvieron las manos desde la espalda y me quitaron la sartén.

“Bakugou”

“Katsu: ¿Qué mierda crees que estás haciendo? Deberías estar en la cama *YAAUUUUH*”

“tú te ves muy cansado, ¿hasta que hora te mantuviste despierto?”

“Katsu: no lo sé, no estaba pendiente del maldito reloj, ¡como sea!, la cosa es, que debes descansar y recuperarte”

“pero, me siento bien, de sea lo que sea que tuve ayer”

“Katsu: tuviste un golpe de fiebre, al parecer no te has estado cuidando mucho últimamente, ¿es que acaso tengo que estar al pendiente de ti?”

“¡¿uh?! Pero si vivía súper bien mucho antes de conocerte, así que no me vengas con eso” le quito la sartén y la dejo en un plato reposando. “sea como sea, el desayuno está listo y tú debes ir a la agencia, así que por favor, sírvete, prepare algunos de tus favoritos”

“Katsu: no iré a la agencia, me quedare aquí contigo”

“¿eh? ¿Qué dices?, eres un héroe, la gente te necesita preparado para protegerlos, debes ir”

“Katsu: mi deber es proteger a la gente, pero también tengo amigos y ahora tú me necesitas, no puedo dejarte sola, ya llame a uno de ellos para que informe, tendré que tomar turno extra pero me importa un carajo”

“Bakugou…”

  Luego de eso me llevo a la cama donde desayunamos juntos, al parecer, mi fiebre se ocasiono por el estrés y el que esa noche durmiera destapada lo detono como una bomba de tiempo. Bakugou me cuido todo el día y toda la noche, según él era para devolverme lo que me debía pero sabía que no era cierto del todo, en el fondo… se preocupo mucho por mí.

“oye, ¿quieres que veamos algo en la tele?, estuvimos todo el día con trabajos, además, tengo esa comida para llevar guardada, podemos calentar un poco y comerlo como aperitivo”

“Katsu: todo tiene que ser algo de comer ¿no?” burlón

“¡eso no es cierto!”

“Katsu: di séselo a estos rollos de aquí” dijo mientras me tomaba por la espalda mis rollos de la cintura.

“¡su-su-suéltame! ¡Sa-sabes que no me gusta!”

“Katsu: pero a mi si…”

  Sabía que su debilidad eran los retos, y se me ocurrió uno que tal vez le daría un escarmiento, pero creo que si lo analizo ahora, una parte de mi lo que quería y tomo la oportunidad con esa escusa.

“¿sabes? Apuesto a que no eres capaz de comerte toda la comida que tengo guardada”

“Katsu: ¡¿uh?! ¡Yo puedo con todo! ¡Nada me detiene!”

“nahhh… no creo que lo logres, te vas a enfermar, la vez que te conocí no comiste más de 5 porciones normales de almuerzo para llevar y te enfermaste del estomago, fue cuando llegue a tu rescate” la ultima parte lo dije con un toque altanero para molestarlo más.

  Funciono bastante bien, comenzaba a sacar mini explosiones por todos lados y se puso rojo como sus ojos escarlatas.

“Katsu: ¡te lo voy a demostrar, maldita extra! ¡Yo seré el héroe n° 1! ¡Ninguna comida de mierda me va a detener de ganar mis objetivos! ¡Trae todos esos comestibles! Te demostrare lo que puedo hacer”

  Calenté todo lo que pude usando mis dos hornos y el microondas, no tarde mucho en tener la mesa de la sala de estar llena de platos deliciosos como de grasosos y pesados, pizzas, hamburguesas, papas fritas, brochetas, takoyakis, dangos, ramen, un vaso de bebida y guiosas. Katsuki se puso tenso cuando entro en el living y vio todo, una gota de sudor recorrió su frente, trago saliva y se sentó en el sillón.

“¿seguro de esto?”

“Katsu: ¡¿uh?! ¡Claro que sí! ¡Ahora mismo te lo voy a demostrar!”

  Con un apetito voraz comenzó a comer lo que tenía en la mesa, yo solo me senté a comer sushi y algunos guiosas mientras él devoraba todo lo demás, empezó con la pizza, comía de dos rebanadas, las 3 cajas de pizza mediana cayeron al suelo vacías, siguieron las hamburguesas, las comía a grandes bocados y apenas las masticaba, grandes bultos bajaban por su garganta hasta su estomago, con cada hamburguesa que comía, su abdomen se expandía asía afuera estirando su polera negra, cuando acabo las  6 hamburguesas empezó a llegar a la curvatura del día en que lo conocí, se inclino hacia atrás a respirar un poco y bebió de la bebida hasta que ya no tuvo nada, su estomago se estiro y gorgoteo con fuerza, flexiono el pecho y dejo salir un fuerte eructo con el olor de las pizzas y las hamburguesas junto al dulzón de la bebida.

¡¡¡BRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUEEEEEEEEEEEHHH!!!

“Katsu: ahh… mucho mejor…”

“espero no me dejes la estancia pasada a eructos, no sería lindo”

“Katsu: cállate y observa como gano tu estúpido reto”

   Luego de eso tomo grandes puñados de papas y se los metía en la boca a presión, sus mejillas se hincharon y tragaba con dificultad cada bulto GLUPHH… GLUUUMH… GLUUP… pero no dejaba nada en los platos, su estomago se estiraba centímetro a centímetro y gorgoteaba, sus mejillas se llegaban a sonrojar y podía ver que las lagrimas amenazaban con caer, tal vez fue mucho lo que se echaba a la boca, tuve que sentarme a su lado y calmarlo un poco para que dejara de forzar su mandíbula.

“Oye, está bien que quieras cumplir con el reto, pero para eso no tienes que forzar tu mandíbula ni tu garganta, come sin preocupaciones ni apuros, pareces como si el demonio te fuera a quitar todo lo que tienes en la mesa”

“Katsu: cállate. Yo. Como a mí. Manera”

“no me hagas tener que alimentarte, Bakú”

  Katsuki se quedo estático, era la primera vez que lo llame así, tome la oportunidad y yo misma le empecé a dar la comida en bocados grandes pero no tan exagerados, al inicio se resistía pero luego solo se dejo alimentar entre gruñidos y algún bramido.

Al terminar las brochetas, Katsuki tenía el estomago del tamaño de un gran melón de competencia, su barriga gorgoteaba con reproche y se echo atrás agarrándosela con ambas manos, eructaba mucho y se quejaba a veces. Acariciaba su vientre de arriba abajo buscando normalizar la digestión y quitar el aire atrapado.

“Katsu: ¡¡¡BRRRRRRUUUUUUUUEEEEEEEEEHHH!!! Mph… mierda… UUUUUUURRRRRRRPH… ahhhh… *HIP* ¡¡¡GROOOOOOOUUUUUURRRRRRRHHHH!!! *HIP* ¡guh!... ¡joder! ¡No sale todo!...”

“creo que te excediste” dije levantando los platos y cajas vacías

  Todo estaba desperdigado y aún quedaba el ramen, los takoyakis, dangos y algunos guiosas que le deje. Katsuki me siguió todo el rato con la mirada, como queriendo encontrar algo, no fue hasta que regrese que me agarro y me sentó a su lado, tomo mis manos y las coloco sobre su barriga burbujeante.

“Katsu: masajea mi barriga. Ahora.” Ordeno sin rodeos.

  Sentía mis mejillas rojas y mi pulso por los cielos, mire ese gran vientre hinchado y un poco temblorosa comencé a frotar y masajear desde los costados mas apretados. Katsuki se reclino encantado, como si fuera una sesión de spa en un día de arduo trabajo, hacia movimientos en círculo alrededor de su ombligo tenso y le daba algunas palmaditas donde sentía bolsas de aire que no querían soltarse, un fuerte gorgoteo salió de su garganta y eructo lo mas lejos de mi.

¡¡¡BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHHH!!!

“¡cielos! Que fuerte, ¿te sientes mejor?”

“Katsu: si… pero no pares… sigue con lo tuyo que yo seguiré con lo mío…”

“no me digas que…”

“Katsu: así es…” se genero una amplia y torcida sonrisa en su rostro “completare tu estúpido reto, cerdita… para que entiendas que no hay nada que no pueda hacer…”

  Lo dijo tan cerca de mí que sentía su caliente aliento. Volvió a la mesa y tomo el ramen, aún soltaba vapor y habían 3 en total, el primero era de pollo con verduras, se comía los tallarines con sonoros y largos sorbidos SLUUUUUURRRRPHH y casi no los masticaba, no a menos que tuviera trozos de los demás ingredientes, luego se llevo el plato a los labios y bebió el caldo con suma rapidez, su nuez iba arriba y abajo como una pelota, sentía bajo mis manos como se estiraba otros centímetros, y si ponía atención, se podía escuchar como el caldo llegaba al estomago como una catarata a un profundo pozo pero no estaba segura, seguí masajeando hasta que tomo el siguiente ramen, este era de cerdo y especias, comió con ahincó los trozos de carne especiados, luego se tragaba los tallarines por completo, escuchaba el sonido de algo cayendo a una especie de fango acuoso, cuando levanto el plato para beberlo me acerque con sutileza para escuchar, era verdad, parecía una cascada cayendo a una poza profunda, era raramente agradable junto a los gorgoteos, levante la vista y me salí a tiempo antes de que Bakugou quitara el cuenco de sus labios y me viera en esa vergonzosa situación, por ultimo quedaba uno que pedí para él, uno de carne picante, sonrió mostrando hasta las encías y lo devoro en tiempo récord, no hacia esfuerzo en masticar los trozos de carne, solo tragaba y sorbeteaba todo el contenido, el caldo caía por su boca y tenía que limpiársela yo misma para que no se ensuciara de mas. Dejo caer el cuenco y se reclino recuperando el aliento, ahora su estomago parecía una sandia, sus pantalones se expandieron al punto de tratar de mantener las costuras y uniones en su sitio, su polera subió por encima de su estirado ombligo y ya no había rastro del six pack, era impresionante.

“Katsu: bueno- *¡HIP!*… ¿no vas a seguir con lo tuyo, pequeña extra?... BRUUUUUUURRRRP”

“lo-lo siento, solo estoy impresionada de que sigas en pie con todo lo que has comido”

“Katsu: te lo dije… nada… me- UUUUUUUUUURRRRRPH Mph… detiene…”

  Le masajee la barriga y la amase buscando quitar las bolsas de aire, su piel estaba roja de lo tensa que se puso y su estomago era caliente, debía ser un horno ahí adentro, baje a la parte más baja de su abdomen y acaricie buscando quitar los gases atrapados ahí abajo, no fueron muchos, y cuando todos se acumularon en la parte más alta apreté un poco haciendo presión para que saliera, Katsuki se sorprendió y abrió completamente los ojos, miro hacia arriba y soltó otro ruidoso eructo.

¡¡¡GRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRPH!!!

  Se dejo caer en el sillón recuperando el aliento, el olor ahora era un poco mas fermentado y viscoso, Bakugou se limpio la boca de la saliva que dejo salir con su mano y se inclino como pudo para tomar los takoyakis, pero su panza no se lo hacía fácil, es así que los tome yo y se los ofrecí.

“Katsu: ¡no soy un niño pequeño, puedo comer yo mism!- ¡¿HMPH?!”

  Le metí un takoyaki en toda la boca y lo mastico un par de veces antes de tragarlo, bajo por su fuerte garganta y se perdió en su clavícula, llego con un ruido seco y corto, tuvo que dejarse alimentar, pues no se lo iba a permitir, se sentía bien, intimo en cierta forma, el cómo me abría la boca y dejaba que sea yo quien decidiera cuando entraba a esa gran boca con dientes blancos, tras terminar los 12 takoyakis siguieron los guisa que le deje, tome uno para mí y le di el otro, lo devoro sin problemas, yo en cambio los disfrutaba, el ultimo se lo deje a él pues aún tenía uno en la boca.

“Katsu: oe, dámelos todos”

“pero si te di todos los guiosas que quedaban en el plato”

“Katsu: no, aún no” se acerco y de un solo mordisco me quito lo que quedaba de mi guiosas, llego a chuparme los dedos y dejarlos limpios con un sonoro SLUUP

“¿Ba-Ba-Bakugou?...”

“Katsu: ¡¿a qué viene esa cara de estúpida?! ¡Ve y tráeme esos dangos! Además de algo de beber, mi garganta está seca”

“para eso no tienes que gritarme” dije levantándome a dirigirme a la cocina.

  Pensaba en que le podía dar, ya íbamos a llegar al postre y una bebida no sonaba bien, recordé que tenía un poco de helado y leche en el refrigerador, los mezcle y le hice un batido con mis propias manos, no debí tardar más de 4 minutos pues era poco, se me hacia agua a la boca y lo probé, tenía la textura de leche con plátano pero súper helado y en sabor vainilla con chocolate, regrese y le acerque los dangos en sirope de guayaba, miro con recelo el batido.

“Katsu: quieres que explote ¿no es así, pequeña extra?…”

“¡¿Qué?! Claro que no, te quiero a mi lado de una pieza, pero pensé que esto sería mejor para acompañar el postre que una bebida”

“Katsu: mira, no se ve nada mal pero hubiera preferido la bebida”

“entonces, me lo beberé yo y te traigo la bebida”

“Katsu: ¡¿acaso dije que no me lo tomaría?!”

“no grites, por Dios”

“Katsu: mejor empieza a darme esos dangos y terminemos esto de una vez”

   Obedecí sin decir una palabra, le daba cada dango por separado ya que ya podía ver que se los comía con palillo y todo, a la mitad de esto vi como empezaba a balancearse y a estar muy mareado. El verlo así creo que fue el incentivo que necesitaba para hacer algo que nunca creí que haría con un chico, lo tome de los hombros y lo recosté sobre mi dejando su nuca en mi pecho, me acomode reclinándome en las almohadas. Katsuki me miro con la boca abierta, solo pude sonreírle con mis mejillas al rojo vivo, seguí dándole los dangos hasta terminar el plato, entonces dirigimos nuestras miradas a los ultimo que quedaba, el jarro de batido, lo acerque a los labios de Bakugou, me abrió la boca con los ojos entrecerrados y tragó rítmicamente el liquido frio y lechoso, su barriga subía y subía notablemente, Katsuki de seguro no estaba atento a esas cosas, pero podía escuchar como los hilos cedían y poco a poco se cortaban por la presión, el cierra del pantalón ya no pudo más y se bajo con un inconfundible SCIIIIIRRRRPH, Katsuki abrió los ojos y se sostuvo hasta donde podía su enorme barriga, quería parar pero no se lo deje, se sujete la mano con suavidad y le acaricie la mejilla con la otra, me miraba furioso pero no le hice caso, solo le sonreí y recline un poco más la jarra hasta que ya no quedo nada, se lo quite dejando rastros de saliva y del contenido en el borde, mientras se inclinaba sobre su tripa hinchada sentí el impulso de lamerlo y saborearlo como una loca, deje todo de lado y volví a la labor de masajista.

“Katsu: aaghhhhh… maldita extra… ¡¿por qué mierda no te-?! ¡BRRUUUUUUUUUUURRRRPH! Detuviste?... guhhh… mi tripa esta por explotar… eres una… maldita cerdita astuta…”

“oye, míralo por el lado positivo, lograste comer todo un banquete sin ayuda de la medicina que te prepare el día que nos conocimos”

“Katsu: si… ese día ocurrió de una forma similar a este… ¡GRRRROOOOOOOUUUUUUURPH! ¡Ahh!... bueno… al menos logre algo que quería…”

“¿El qué? ¿Demostrarme que podías comerte semejante cantidad de comida?”

“Katsu: eso y…”

  Sin previo aviso se giro y me acorralo entre él, su enorme y pesada barrida y el sillón.

“Katsu: comprobé lo mucho que te gusto junto a mi tripa… eres una golosa rara…”

“¡¿q-q-qué dices?! Y-yo no- ¡mmmm!”

   Me beso apretándome contra los cojines del sillón, no podía quitármelo de encima, su barriga pesaba una barbaridad y él era muy fuerte, además… se sentía excitantemente bien, no debió de tardar mucho para que nublara mi juicio y me dejara llevar por la situación. Katsuki se acomodo a mi lado dándome un poco de respiro de su pesado vientre y comenzó a acariciarme, me estremecía con cada uno de sus toques, mientras, trataba de hacer mi labor de masajearle esa masa tensa y caliente mientras él traspasaba todos mis límites. Así hasta la mañana del día siguiente donde comenzamos a ser una pareja oficial.

  Fue una experiencia rara pero excitante, y sinceramente, la volvería a repetir si el tiempo volviera atrás, después de todo, cuando tiene día libre, nos la pasamos bien en turnos, un día le toca a él y en otro me toca a mí. Aún no le contamos este secreto a nadie, es algo a puerta cerrada y queremos mantenerlo así, es más… excitante.

 _ Esto lo hice a la rápida, lo escribí primero en word antes de pasarlo aquí, sinceramente, no creí que seria mas fácil así que hacerlo directo y que a veces no me deja abrir la maldita pestaña de escritura, espero les guste y dejen sus sugerencias, bay bay 😘😘_

[fullwithcaramel]

I figured I should properly introduce the characters I'll be posting about here! I'll add any new ones to the post later :3

Girls

Kjelle Sofia Bucciarati

Female | She/Her | Bisexual | Depicted between 20 - 25 | Feeder | Pred and Prey

An aspiring teacher who likes to spend her days dreaming about romantic scenarios and enjoying mother nature's gifts. When she isn't doing that, she can usually be found cooking for her loved ones or rambling at someone. Sometimes it's hard to follow her thought process. People describe her as weird, but pure hearted.

Calliope Sophie Helahn

Female | She/Her | Asexual | Depicted between 20 - 35 | Feeder, occasionally Feedee | Prey

A secretary, hobby baker and hobby writer, who aspires to work in the psychological field. Due to severe trauma and abusive upbringing, she struggles with a binge eating disorder and BPD. She's very sociable, helpful and always up for a fun experience. All she dreams about is being loved as a whole despite all her flaws. People describe her as a ray of sunshine, but a bit awkward sometimes.

Zucca Almazova

Female | She/Her | Pansexual | Depicted between 18 and 25 | Feedee | Prey

She was kicked out into the streets as a teenager and eventually taken in by a group of men, who are now like a family to her. In exchange for giving her shelter, protecting her and fulfilling her wishes, she takes care of their home, cooks for them and talks to them when they have problems. Zucca is very boyish with a dirty mouth, likes to watch Wrestling and listen to symphonic death metal.

Juliette Bucciarati

Female | She/Her | Homosexual | Depicted between 18 and 25 | Feeder and Feedee | Pred and Prey

A snooty, bratty wannabe delinquent and hairstylist. Though she has a dirty mouth and her dresscode screams bully, she never picks on people who are weaker than her. She only likes to get into fights with authority figures and people who hurt her big brother (Robin) or her younger cousin. Her hobbies are skating, painting and gently teasing people.

Guys

Uriel

Male | He/Him | Pansexual | Depicted between 30 and 40, physically forever 20 | Feeder and Feedee | Pred

One of Dio Brando's illegitimate children and a nurse. With the genes of human and vampire clashing, he's dependent on human blood. He can enjoy food as well, but only when he consumes blood regularly. When he neglects his need for blood, he becomes prone to illness, digestive issues and pain caused by his body malfunctioning. He's a quiet, prideful person who looks down on humanity and desires nothing but his mother's pride, his girlfriend's loyalty and Blues music.

Skye Robin Bucciarati

Male | He/Him | Heterosexual | Depicted between 18 and 25 | Feedee | Pred

A carpenter, usually referred to as Bibi (Bee-bee) or Rübi (Rue-bee) by friends and family - which he hates. He's quiet and looks like he's always angry, but that's just how his face is shaped. Actually, Robin is very soft spoken and kind, but sadly most people only see the grumpy expression. He likes detailed things, and can often be found carving wood and stone figures in his free time. He gives them out as gifts or leaves them for people to find.

Felix Sonnenwald

Male | He/Him | Homosexual | Depicted between 20 and 30 | Feeder and Feedee | Prey

A gentle, curious aspiring dentist who likes to travel and try new things. He especially likes to explore his patients mouths - which he probably shouldn't... When he isn't studying, he's making travel plans, and trying new food. He loves cooking and eating, playing videogames and cuddling.

Bishop

Male | He/Him | Demisexual | Eternally 46 | Feeder and Feedee | Pred and Prey

A man with many names and faces. He's usually referred to as Bishop, the ghost of the mountains, and takes the form of a handsome man with a deer's body. He seems to live in the mountains, only to save travelers who got lost or injured. He was once a cruel, heartless man in his life, and is now eternally punished to haunt the mountains. Though he's already dead, he loves to eat, and they say if you bring him an offering, he will let you ride on him. But it seems that despite his deer body; he's not a herbivore...

[feithliss]

⋆ ⠀⠀⠀࿐ྃ ▸ ; ⠀ [ manny montana. vampire/malkavian clan/second in command. thirty-five/500+. pansexual. cis man. ] was that just DIEGO “DIO” DIAZ, I saw coming out of THE AMUSEMENT PARK? the MALKAVIAN SECOND IN COMMAND is best to be described as + LACKADAISICAL, but he could also be - VOLATILE and as well as being previously unmarked they can easily be noticed by LEATHER JACKETS AND BLOODY KNUCKLES, HEART FULL OF ANGER, BITE DEADLIER THAN HIS BARK, as well as HERME’S WINGS ON HIS COLLARBONE, which has only just appeared. @lovebitestarter

▹basics

full name: Diego Diaz (Octavio)

nickname(s): Dio (Tivio, Vio)

birth date: October 31

zodiac: Scorpio

age: 35, physically / 500+, actual

gender: Cis Man

pronouns: He/Him

sexual orientation: Pansexual

relationship status: Noncommittal

▹background

There wasn’t much to Diego’s life when he was human. Or rather he doesn’t want to think about the person he was before he was turned. Because Diego, or Octavio, a name he no longer goes by had been a happy human. Hard working, owned his own business, and he had family who he loved.

Then he was marked. Then he met Heliox. Octavio had been in love. He learned about the supernatural, about what the marks meant, and instead of being scared he accepted it all. They were happily together for a few years. Until one day Octavio woke up to his mark gone and not long after Heliox left as well. Octavio was left heartbroken, sad, and unfathomably angry.

He spent years alone. Doing his best to move on and just live his life. Octavio didn’t make friends, not anymore. He wouldn’t allow others to get close enough to hurt him if they left. Dio believes that Octavio was naïve, an idiot, weak. Hindsight is 20/20.

He was turned by a vampire who found his anger alluring. Who was also grieving the loss of his own mate and wanted a replacement. Octavio would be that replacement whether he wanted it or not. For the next decade or so Octavio was caged, kept in the vampire’s home except when he unleashed to hunt for his food. He hated it, and himself. It made him enraged. Octavio grew stronger and more ruthless, and one night he killed the vampire who sired him. 

Diego was born in blood.

Dio spent a hundred or so years going from place to place. Sometimes leaving chaos and bodies in his wake. He slowly grew to not care about the world around him. He only wished to become stronger, more powerful, so no one could cage him again.

200 years ago he joined up with the Malkavian Clan. Mostly due to the convenience of having allies and a place to fall back too. Other vampires and even witches tended to want to hunt him when he became to blood hungry. Being part of a clan made others think twice about messing with him. However Diego was not satisfied with being another rank and file of the clan. He wanted a bigger seat at the dinner table.

It took roughly 60 years to grow his power and another 10 to become strong enough to kill his predecessor, the former Second in Command. Doing so Dio became the next second in command and he enjoys the perks that come with it. Though even he has eyes on the biggest seat at the table, but Diego is not stupid. It’d take centuries, millennia to become more powerful than the leader themselves. He has time. Almost too much time. 

▹mannerisms

quirks: cracks his knuckles

habits: Smokes like a chimney

nervous ticks: plays with his lighter

sense of humor: Sarcastic and usually insulting.

▹personality

positive traits: Loyal, Ambitious, Easygoing 

negative traits: Volatile, Jealous, Unyielding

hobbies: Chilling in the woods, getting into fights, pottery

fears: being abandoned again

▹relationships

Friends

Enemies

Personal Feeder

▹species

Diego was turned by a vampire who was lured in by Dio’s anger and wanted him as a lover, or a pet. In the first few years of vampirism he felt regret and hated himself for the monster he was turned into. However Dio also felt free. Death couldn’t take him and he had more power than he ever did as a human.

His first murder as a vampire was the man who sired him.

He joined up with the Malkavian clan out of convenience at first. Then he wanted more. Over the years he grew stronger and more ruthless, Dio became second in command by killing his predecessor. 

Witches: He doesn’t like to deal with the witches of the Malkavian Coven if he can help it. Seeing them brings up bad memories that he wishes to forget. He never asks them for anything and generally just keeps them at arms length. 

▹soulmarks

500 years ago he would’ve told you that being marked made him happy and wanted. Until they disappeared. Until Heliox left him without a word.

With the return of marks Dio feels anger. Resentment. Sadness. Part of him hopes that Heliox will stay away, but part of him is pulled towards his mate just like before. 

Though he’d sooner punch him than throw himself back into his arms.

Dio is concerned about a weird feeling that there is a piece missing that he didn’t feel before. But he tries to not think about.

▹headcanons

He smokes. It doesn’t have the burn it used to when he was human but old habits die hard. He has a metal lighter that was given to him long ago that he considers his only valuable.

He’s very fuck around and find out type of guy. A do first ask questions later.

He’s trilingual. 

▹about you

Hi I’m Clark! I’m 22, almost 23 and I’m currently taking a break from college to focus on working and taking care of my family. I am obsessed with Mass Effect right now and I am an enjoyer of anime. Mostly shonen and just funny ones, my heart can’t handle sad animes anymore. I’m ALWAYS up for plotting! Hit me up via tumblr or on discord!

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dio is an under-stimulated cat thats why hes so violent. he just needs enrichment. joseph and jotaro are his puzzle feeders. 

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Caramel Skin Under A Red and Green Cloud prt 5 full draft

Letting Keith sleep, Lance peeled himself out of bed when the alarm on his comms started to beep. Mumbling in his sleep, his husband was adorable. Face relaxed, black hair fanned out, a thin line of drool running from the corner of his slightly parted lips, a hand searching for him. Pushing his pillow into Keith's hold, Keith let out a happy sigh as he cuddled tightly, nose pushed up into the fabric. Dios. He was perfect. Making sure the blankets were pulled up, Lance didn't want to leave him, but the animals needed tending to, and he needed to check in at the house to make sure their teams were alright.

  Lance was freezing as he jogged down to the barn, despite wearing a long sleeve shirt, a T-shirt, and the jacket Keith was wearing the previous night, plus jeans, two pairs of socks and his boots, the weather looked miserable. Miserable weather meant getting all the animals into the barn... getting the animals into the barn meant taking even longer with the morning chores, because that was fun when he was already wishing he'd never got out of bed. Reaching the aging structure, he was quick to let himself inside the garage. If the animals were coming in, he needed to shut the split door or risk chickens escaping again. Walking over to the split door, it was already locked and chained in place

"You're slow dumb arse. Mami sent me down to help with getting the animals in"

  Screaming, Lance threw his hands up, trying to protect himself from Rachel. Lowering them cautiously, his sister rolled her eyes at him. An all weather lantern already lit and in her hold

"You're supposed to be doing the animals, remember?"

"I know I am, but what are you doing here?"

"Mami definitely dropped you on the head when you were born. She went me down to help get the animals in"

He'd heard the first time. He didn't need the annoyed drawn out sentence

"I can take care of it alone"

"Your precious husband isn't here?"

He didn't need Rachel's sass. Striding across the garage, he ignored his sister. Sure, he wanted to talk to her, but not with her being so snarky. He could hear Rachel following him to the chicken feed, gumboots weren't the stealthiest form of footwear. Continuing to ignore her, he grabbed the scoop, going for the bucket that was usually right there, only for it to be stolen away

"Rachel! I need to feed the animals"

"Just give it here. Go let the cows in or something"

"I know what to do Rachel! I'm not stupid! Go back up to the farmhouse. My precious husband is sleeping. I want to get this done and take the milk up to the house, so if you're going to mess around, you can go"

Why was she even down here? Sure, it was a job that went faster with someone else... but she'd only slow him down trying to get a rise out of him.

  Pointing towards the house, Lance kept glaring at sister

"Go! I can take care of this! Or do you want to have another go at me? Is that it?"

Frozen Lance was cranky Lance. He should have still been relaxed after the previous night, but the cold wind of the morning had stripped away his ability to give two shits. Placing the bucket down, Rachel raised her hands in clear surrender

"Lance, wait! No. I lied. Mami didn't send me, I wanted to talk to you"

"You wanted to talk to me?"

Was he actually awake? Was this his sister? She was acting so serious... He didn't know what to do with "Serious Rachel"

"Yes, you idiot. Why is it every time I look at your dumb face I get angry? That's not what I wanted to say..."

Groaning at him, Rachel put her hands on her hips

"I heard what you said to mami yesterday when you brought the milk in"

  Picking up the scoop up again, Lance started shoving chicken feed into the bucket

"You didn't hear anything"

"Brain damage. PTS and panic attacks...  Why didn't you tell us?"

That little... he could see it all now. Her back pressed against the hallway between the staircase and the kitchen

"Rachel, I'm not having this conversation with you"

"No"

"You're my brother!"

"I don't need your pity, Rach. I'm a fucking screw up and you know it. You saw what it was like when I was home last time. Well it's been like a thousand times worse, so there was no way I ruining everything again!"

Yelling at his sister only caused Rachel to yell back

"Why couldn't you just come home?!"

"And risk bringing the people after back here? Where they could hurt my family? I know you think you've been replaced, but there's no one who could replace you all. I've been in space so long, it's better I just stay there. Besides, it's not like you want me home"

"Why are men so frustrating?! I don't not want you home! But I don't get why you can't call us"

"You wouldn't understand"

  With the bucket full, Lance looped around the outside of the barn then over the fence into the pens to start filling the indoor feeders

"Why wouldn't I understand? I was here when Earth was invaded. I know what's it's like"

Sure, his sister had seen things he'd never wanted her to see, but at least she'd been back on Earth with her family

"But you weren't out there! I missed you guys every single day! I worked my arse off to come back to you, but all you got was a broken brother back after being missing for like 4 years Earth time. Then, when I finally come back, I can't relax and let go of the past. So forgive me if I want to keep all the crap out there, out there. I love Keith. He helped me get back on my feet and gave me the strength to finally come home"

"But why couldn't you come home sooner? We missed you. Mami has been so worried. She and V keep talking about you"

  Rachel didn't get it. She'd always been a ball of too much energy and sibling rivalry. It wasn't like Lance hadn't gotten his own back. In revenge for when she's ruined his face cream, he'd snuck into her room and sprayed spray adhesive in her hair. He'd thought it'd wash out, but instead his mother had to cut Rachel's hair short... She was always so much stronger than him... sneakier too. He was the baby of the family, the one in the background and usually forgotten in the chaos.

  "You don't get it. I mentally can't. The anxiety starts and I end up fucking everything up. I'd rather you laugh at me, or act like a cow, than have you act all weird because you think you have to be on edge or whatever"

"I don't know what I'm supposed to do to help"

"You don't need to do anything, except maybe give my team and Keith a break. Keith's a good guy. A really good guy. The aunties already have it in for him. I want him to relax and be happy. He's special to me, so it's important to me that he gets on with all of you"

"You married him without telling anyone. You don't get to come home with your husband like it's nothing!"

"I do! If you were listening, we were wed by a princess who is all of 8. We had no idea. But Keith and I... Keith was dating me with the intention towards marriage... So what if we skipped the gun a little? We're happy and we're working things out together. We've known each other for years... He's always had my back, and he's so fucking good to me and for me"

"You nearly got killed..."

"Which was all my fault. It was my fault and now Shiro's stuck cleaning up the mess..."

Groaning, Rachel stomped her foot

"Why don't you get what I'm trying to say?"

Throwing his hands up, chicken feed went everywhere

"Then why don't you explain it?!"

"You're my stupid little brother! I don't want you getting hurt and I don't want you to die! I want my brother back! The one who could be counted on when it came to mischief! Now you're married, you've got your own team and you never call home to talk to anyone but mami!"

"Because if I don't call mami, she calls Keith. Honestly, it's a hassle. Look, when I call next, ask mami to sit on the call"

"You have a communicator, you could message me"

"And if I did, would you reply?"

"Maybe. It depends how stupid your message is! All I want is you to take better care of yourself... You're my baby brother... my only baby brother. We're the youngest, we've got to stick together"

Lance paused, thinking through what Rachel said

"You... missed me?"

"Of course I missed you... All I wanted to do was be there for you"

  Abandoning feeding the chicken, Lance strode over to Rachel, throwing his arms around her

"I missed you too. So please don't treat me any differently. I'm still me... mostly me"

"Get off me you idiot, you stink!"

That was the Rachel he knew and mostly loved

"Nope, you said you missed me. You asked for it"

"I'm starting to miss you even less by the second"

"Good, because you're stuck with until after the new year. Me and my husband"

"I don't know how you snagged Keith. He's too good for an idiot like you"

"I don't know how I managed it either, but I'm not sharing"

"Mhmm..."

"Rachel"

"I just said "mhmm" now let me go. We need to clean up before the storm"

"Don't you dare get any ideas when it comes to Keith"

"What kind of sister would I be if I didn't initiate this husband of yours?"

"Rachel, I swear to god. If you go near my husband, I will shoot you"

"I'd like to see you try. Now hurry up, mami is going to make a full breakfast for everyone, and if I miss out on bacon, your ships going to go missing"

"My ship? You stand no chance at heisting my ship"

"Wanna bet?"

"What's in it for me?"

"I won't hit on your husband"

"Keith's gay, you stand no chance"

"That doesn't mean I can't make him as uncomfortable as hell"

"You little... I'm going to kill you. This is his first family Christmas. If you ruin it..."

"Yeah, yeah. That ship's going to be mine"

"You can't use my team..."

"I'll find a way. You just wait and see"

With all the tech on his ship and Rachel not in the system, Lance was kind of curious how it'd play out

"Fine. You win, and I'll give you a blaster. You lose, and you leave Keith the quiznak alone. You have until we leave to heist my ship. You can't involve my team, or hassle then into cooperating"

"It's a deal!"

"Deal!"

      *

With the weather turning sour, the day was spent inside watching movies. By the time lunch had rolled round, outside was blowing a gale that rattled the windows. The power flickered off and on, as they all crowded the living room and spilled into the dining room. Yet, through all the chaos of the weather, and Rachel and Marco loudly trying to teach Acxa and Daehra monopoly, Lance was completely out to the world. When his husband had come back wet from the rain, Keith had been slightly disappointed that Lance hadn't asked for his help, but when he'd happily filled him on Rachel's plan to claim the Telula, Keith realised that maybe it was for the best that the two siblings had spent the morning together. Now... Now he'd long lost feeling in his legs, Lance had fallen asleep while watching the Voltron cartoon series with the team, Keith pushed into Acxa's side by his sleeping husband. Freeing up the space for them, Keith pulled his sleepy husband up to lay along him. Lance clinging to him in sleep, snoring softly as his hands remained fisted around Keith's shirt. Oblivious to everyone's stares.

  Blinded by the flash of a camera, Keith nearly growled at the unwanted interruption. The sound bubbling up in the back of his throat before growing mute when he realised it was Lance's mother smiling down fondly at the pair of them

"I don't think I've ever seen him sleep so peacefully. Not since you all returned, and not without medical intervention"

Bringing his hand up to stroke Lance's hair, Lance nuzzled into his chest, a happy kind of purr escaping in his snore. Fuck. He was so smitten with his husband. It didn't matter if he couldn't feel his legs or if a there was some spring digging into his back. Lance always accused him of being the cuddly one, but here he was clutching at him and smelling divine. A perfect mix of sea salt and waves, coupled with the smell of rain outside. Keith was very nearly on the verge of sleep, yet his instincts wouldn't let him rest while Lance slept so deeply, the storm outside sounded ready to break through at any moment

"He doesn't wake up as much as he used to"

"We can move him if it's too much, up to Rachel or Marco's room"

"No... no, it's alright. Let him sleep. Do you mind getting him a blanket though?"

While Keith ran naturally hot, Lance now always ran cold. He'd felt warmer since his stint in the pod, but to Keith Lance felt warm more often then not. Warm and alive, the way he should be. Rubbing lance's back with his other hand, his husband let out a rather loud snore, drawing a smile from both Keith and his mother

"Of course, mijo. Are you sure you're alright like that?"

"Yeah, thank you"

  With a blanket covering most of Lance, Keith's protective instincts started to lessen. Not that he wasn't fiercely protectively of Lance, it was just better when his boyfriend was covered by a blanket and protected from the world. Making the mistake of wriggling down to try and restore circulation and relieve himself of the spring, Lance roused with a sleepy yawn

"Keith?"

"I'm here, babe"

Nuzzling into his shirt, Lance let out a soft sigh. Ruffling Lance's hair, he was rewarded with a loving smile

"' love you... so much..."

"I love you too. Go back to sleep, babe. I've got you"

"Mmm... rainy days with sound of rain against tin are made for napping with beautiful men"

"I noticed... we'll just have to find you a beautiful man"

"Got one. Best man in the 'verse..."

"Go back to sleep, you fool"

"I am... love you"

Laughing softly, Keith leaned up to kiss Lance's hair

"You already said that"

"Mmm... nap with me"

"I'm alright"

"Nap with me any..."

  There was boom so loud that the whole house shook. Keith was pushing Lance off of him and bolting to the front porch before his head could catch up with his feet. Searching for the unseen foe, he grabbed his blade from his boot, dropping his stance as his heart raced. When a second loud boom came as the sky lit up, the half-Galra realised what had happened. It was fucking thunder. He'd freaked over thunder... Thank quiznak they weren't under attack, but to freak out like that over a bit of thunder... Holy quiznak...

  "Babe, are you ok?"

 Cautiously coming to his side, Lance waited until he acknowledged him. Forcing himself to calm down, Keith slipped the knife back into his boot

"Yeah... Sorry. I don't know what I was thinking"

"You were thinking we were under attack, didn't you?"

Biting his bottom lip, his husband pulled him into his hold. An arm around his waist as he pushed a small kiss to Keith's lips

"You're ok, babe. You're ok. I'm ok"

Reaching up to stroke his hair, Lance nuzzled into his cheek

"There's nothing wrong. It's just a bad storm"

"I'm sorry. It's stupid. My instincts..."

"Your instincts are usually right, babe"

"No... I... I was feeling protective of you, I guess the sudden clap of thunder startled my instincts. I feel stupid now"

  Returning his husband's embrace, Keith could feel the tension of expected battle slowly leaving his body

"You're not stupid. You're not. It's ok. I get it"

"I don't"

"It wasn't a panic attack, maybe more like a flashback? The loud sound reminded you of an explosion instead of thunder. Trust me. The first time I heard thunder again, I was the same, thinking it was them coming for us. But you're safe here. No one's going to hurt you. I wouldn't let them"

"I don't know what happened though"

It was quiznakking thunder. There were no evil violet lasers shooting at the planet. He'd leapt to tense and on guard too fast. He didn't even remember slipping the knife into his boot. He'd thought he was relaxing and enjoying spending time with his husband's family. Shifting, Lance gave him a loving smile, blue eyes shining as they met his

"I get that. I get that... You're not stupid. You're not whatever else you're thinking. We were kids when we got sent out there, it's going to leave an effect. Can you come back to the living room with me?"

  Keith's felt like he was internally blushing. Lance getting it didn't make him not feel stupid. He knew how these sorts of things made his husband feel, and that he wasn't judging him for any of it... yet... How was he supposed to face them after rushing out like that?

"I made a fool of myself"

"You didn't. I promise you didn't... and if anyone says anything, I'll get mami's pink slipper onto them. Come back to the sofa, baby. Weather like this where there's lightening is made for napping"

"You just want your pillow back"

"No, I want my husband to understand that there was nothing wrong with what happened. That I love him, and then I want my pillow back. You're like a goddam heater, of course I'm going sap all the warmth from you that I can"

"I feel stupid"

"You're not"

"I freaked over lightening"

"And I freak over everything. Babe... if you want, we can run for the Telula? If that's better. Whatever you want"

With how hard it was coming down, there was no way that he was letting Lance out in this weather

"The sofa's fine"

Releasing more of the same calling sea scent, Lance kissed his cheek

"Good. I love you. I love you and you're not stupid or silly, or anything remotely like that, so stop thinking you are"

"How do you know I am?"

"You're doing that brow scrunchy frowny thing you do. First you get embarrassed, then you get mad at yourself, then you get down on yourself, and finally you clam up and over think it. I know you, babe. I'm telling you there's nothing to be embarrassed or angry about, so come back to the sofa for me. I think it's time I played pillow"

"I don't mind..."

"I know you don't, but maybe I want to hold my cute boyfriend for a change, plus, I bet the whole time I was sleeping, you were being poked in the back by a spring?"

Huffing at his husband, everything Lance had said been right

"How do you know about the spring?"

Grinning, Lance started waddling them back towards the front door backwards

"I might have been the one to dislodge it. I was playing super heroes with Luis and jump tackled him. It hasn't been the same since"

"You broke the sofa?"

"She's part of the family. Mami kept wanting to get rid of her, but we have so many good memories that us kids said no"

  Keith deflated against his husband. When he'd seen those photos of Lance's blank smile, he'd sworn to make this the best Christmas of his husband's life. He'd just freaked out, pretty much thrown Lance off of him and run out the front of the house like a nut job. He'd hit the "getting down" stage of coping. Hearing how happy Lance was, how normal kids were, it twinged uncomfortably inside of him. He wasn't jealous... not at Lance... it was more like he was jealous of the whole world that his foster parents couldn't get their act together. One time all he'd done was step over the sofa to stop two other kids from bashing each other with game controllers and he'd been backhanded so hard he'd tasted blood.

  "Keith... shhh, it's ok. It's ok. You're ok... oh, shit... Kosmo"

 Walking straight back into Kosmo, the pair of them nearly tripped up. Keith hadn't realised the memory had left him shaking like he was still the kid who's just lost his dad. Swallowing hard, he pushed his face hard into curve of Lance's neck, seeking the comfort only his husband could give him

"Sorry..."

"No. There's nothing to be sorry about. If you're saying sorry over being the biggest doofiest most protective husband in the universe, then I'm confused as hell. If you're saying sorry over emotions springing up that you can't control, then I have like 10 zillion quiznaks full of sorries to say"

"Can we talk somewhere?"

"Rachel's room is the spare room right now. She moved into my old room, and Luis and Lisa live in the town house. With everyone downstairs, no one will disturb us"

"Ok..."

  Led up the stairs to Rachel's old room, the pink starry plaque on the door still said her name. With a soft creak the door opened to reveal a room that was still mostly pink, other than a purple wall on the side the double window was

"Yeah. She has terrible taste. I mean, can you imagine bringing your boyfriend home to this? Sorry it's tiny"

  Keith didn't care that the room was tiny, it felt safer because it was. Two single beds and small dresser occupied the space, not that he got to see much of it before Lance was pushing back the covers on the closest single bed and drawing him down to lay along top of him. Whining at being left out, Kosmo climbed up to squish himself up on the end of the bed near their feet. Letting him calm enough to talk, Lance pulled the two thick blankets over them, then went about massaging his scalp with his fingertips as he waited for Keith to talk. Unsure where to start, the half-Galra hoped his husband would be able to make sense of what he was trying to say.

  "The day my dad died, I was waiting for him... We lived in that shack, in the middle of the desert, so school was ages away but he still made me go everyday. I remember because we were talking about space heroes and I said my dad was cooler because he was firefighter... He was stupidly brave, especially knowing that there was this whole galactic war going on... When the end of the day came, all the kids teased me because he wasn't there, and because I didn't have a mum like everyone else. They always teased me about that... dad and I would get into fights because I didn't understand... I thought I was wrong or bad... and that's why she wasn't there. He loved me, but he wasn't always the best with words... I waited and waited... then it started raining. I could smell smoke on the air and thought he was busy... but he'd always been very clear about waiting near the gates... so I waited... It was the middle of the night before I started walking home. One of his coworkers had remembered that I existed and had been looking for me. They told me he was brave and that as the building was coming down, he said my name... it... it was so bad... I didn't understand how he could die. He made my lunch that morning. He kisses me on top of my head and told me he was proud... and then he was gone forever..."

  He hated talking about it. Seeing it with his mother had been so much easier because she'd been there to help him work through it. But having someone there, didn't mean the trauma didn't rear its ugly head from time to time. He'd thought he wanted to talk about this... but now it all felt a bit too much. Sniffling, he shook his head

"I can't..."

"Babe, it's alright. I know, remember. I know. I'm so sorry about you dad... he missed out on seeing how amazing you are... and I know he'd be so very proud of you"

"How do you know that?"

"Because I'm proud of you. Every single tick of every single day. Even when we fight or stuff. I'm proud of you. We might not be parents, but I know for a fact you'd make the most amazing father in the universe... I could only have made it this far with you. Honestly. If you can't talk about it, then don't force it for me. You had a scare, and that's ok. I still love my "mullet-haired samurai" just as much as did when I woke up this morning, and just as much as I'm going to for the rest of our lives"

"I don't want to be alone..."

"I promise I won't leave you alone, if you promise not to leave me alone"

"As if I could do that"

"Then it's a promise. We'll talk when you're ready, and I know you'll tell me when you are"

"It's a promise, sharpshooter"

Lance let out a small chuckle, Keith holding him tighter as he tried to calm the tears that wanted to keep pouring

"Good. I love you, Keith. We're not those kids anymore. Not the kids that were sent off into space. We're adults and stuff. We've got our whole lives together to talk things through... and I have no plans of leaving you. You'd fall apart without me, I know it"

"More like you'd fall apart without me"

"Yeah, I can't deny that. Everything's still moving so quiznakking fast, but I'm starting to really trust in you not going anywhere. I'm really trusting in you. It's being built up between us. Some days my head is just... I don't know... but I've got you. You haven't abandoned me yet, so why the hell would I abandon you? Or something like that kind of thing. I'm getting pretty sleep again. It's like I'm made to hold you and sleep"

Keith let out a wet snort. He hated crying. He hated feeling so weak and vulnerable, yet somehow, in front of Lance, he seemed not so bad

"Go to sleep already idiot, you're rambling"

"Oh noes... Zzzzz Zzzz"

Making fake snoring noises, both of them laughed far too hard at Lance's antics, but let the room fall to silence once their laughter passed, simply enjoying holding each other as the storm outside raged on.

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Tracklisting: 7 May 2019

9-10pm HEAT - Tearing Down The Walls (2014) Fortune - Overload (2019) Feeder - Fear Of Flying (Radio Edit) (2019) Marillion - Alone Again In The Lap Of Luxury [Radio Edit] (1994) Neal Morse - There's A Highway (2019) Jim Peterik World Stage - Home Fires (2019) Snowy White And The White Flames - The Situation (2019) Fortune - Don't Say You Love Me (2019) Rainbow - Drinking With The Devil (1983) Poison - Back To The Rocking Horse (1988)

10-11pm Kiss - Great Expectations (1976) Fortune - The Night (2019) Dig Lazarus - Tell Me Why (2019) Dio - Mystery (1984) Savoy Brown - Walking On Hot Stones (2019) Alan Parsons - Sometimes (Ft Lou Gramm) (2019) Michael Thompson Band - Love & Beyond (2019) Fortune - Freedom Road (2019) Rush - Freewill (1980) Firehouse - Rock On The Radio (1991) The Answer - Piece By Piece (2011)

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DOTr provides free rides for health workers affected by enhanced community quarantine

#PHinfo: DOTr provides free rides for health workers affected by enhanced community quarantine

CALOOCAN CITY, March 20 (PIA)-Seventy-two (72) buses and two (2) modern Public Utility Vehicles (PUVs) have committed to transport health workers to their workplace and back  in support to the Department of Transportation’s  (DOTr) “Free Bus Ride for Health Workers” Program  amid the Luzonwide enhanced community quarantine.

Transport officials clarified that the free ride is not restricted to doctors and nurses only, but also to other hospital workers such as administration personnel, utility workers, security officers, and other health workers such as pharmacists, caregivers, and the like.

The bus services comply with the containment protocols imposed by the Department of Health (DOH) such as the observance of social distancing, body temperature checks, and regular disinfecting of vehicles. Drivers and health workers will also be given food and water.

“Of all the distress this virus has caused, one of the good things it has brought forth is the indomitable bayanihan spirit of the Filipino people. Our frontline health workers have sacrificed so much, leaving the comfort of their homes to fulfill their sworn duty to save lives. And now, we have our drivers too to safely bring our warriors to the battlefield. Saludo ako sa inyong lahat!”, DOTr Secretary Arthur Tugade sais..

Buses will transport passengers to the following designated routes, and vice versa at 5:00AM, 7:00AM, 1:00PM, 3:00PM, 5:00PM, and 7:00PM.

Northwest Area (ROUTE 1)

Meralco (Malanday)*

Valenzuela City General Hospital

MCU Hospital (Monumento)*

Caloocan City Medical Center

Tondo General Hospital

Our Lady of Fatima

Metropolitan Medical Center

San Lazaro Hospital

Jose R. Reyes Memorial Medical Center

University of Sto. Tomas Hospital

Chinese General Hospital

United Doctors Medical Center (Welcome Rotonda)*

*Pick-up/transfer points

Northwest Area (ROUTE 2)

Valenzuela Gateway Complex*

Quezon City General Hospital

Balintawak*

MCU Hospital (Monumento)*

Our Lady of Fatima University

Chinese General Hospital and Medical Center

Philippine Orthopedic Center

United Doctors Medical Center (Welcome Rotonda)*

*Pick-up/transfer points

Northeast Area (ROUTE 3)

SM City SJDM (Bulacan)

Dr. Jose N. Rodriguez Memorial (Caloocan)

SM Fairview*

Diliman Doctors Hospital

Veterans Memorial Medical Center

Lung Center of the Philippines

Philippine Heart Center

East Avenue Medical Center

Philippine Children’s Hospital

Centris Station (EDSA / Quezon Ave.)*

*Pick-up/transfer points

East Area (ROUTE 4)

SM City Masinag*

Marikina Valley Medical Center

Amang Rodriguez Memorial Medical Center

BFCT East Metro Transport Terminal*

Quirino Memorial Medical Center

Araneta Center Bus Terminal

Robinsons Galleria*

The Medical City – Ortigas

*Pick-up/transfer points

East Area (ROUTE 5)

Ortigas Hospital & Healthcare (Cainta)*

SM City East Ortigas

Pasig City General Hospital

The Medical City Ortigas

Robinsons Galleria*

VRP Medical Center

St. Luke’s Medical Center*

Rizal Medical Center

*Pick-up/transfer points

Central Area (ROUTE 6)

Centris Station (EDSA / Quezon Ave.)*

Providence Hospital

Capitol Medical Center

Philippine Orthopedic Center (Banawe)

United Doctors Medical Center (Welcome Rotonda)*

National Children’s Hospital

De Los Santos Medical Center

St. Luke’s Medical Center (E. Rodriguez)

UERM Memorial Medical Center

MRT-3 Cubao / Araneta Center*

*Pick-up/transfer points

Central/East Area (ROUTE 7)

Pasig City General Hospital

Immaculate Concepcion Cathedral*

Pasig Rotonda

Rizal Medical Center

The Medical City (Ortigas)

Robinsons Galleria*

Cardinal Santos Medical Center

VRP Medical Center

National Center for Mental Health

Makati Medical Center*

*Pick-up/transfer points

Southeast Area (ROUTE 8)

Starmall – Alabang*

SLEX Sucat Exit*

Bicutan Exit

Makati Medical Center*

St. Luke’s Medical Center – BGC*

*Pick-up/transfer points

Southwest Area (ROUTE 9)

Vista Mall, Daang Hari*

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Philippine General Hospital

Manila Doctors Hospital

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Starmall – Alabang*

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Philippine General Hospital

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SM Molino

Imus Transport Plaza

Las Piñas General Hospital and Satellite Trauma Center

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Gil Puyat*

Adventist Medical Center Manila

Philippine General Hospital*

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Seaoil Imus Daang Hari/Aguinaldo

Imus Transport Terminal*

Las Piñas General Hospital

Perpetual Help Medical Center

RITM*

Asian Hospital and Medical Center

Muntinlupa Hospital

Starmall Alabang*

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Un pequeño cambio

  NOTA: feederism, los que leen en español desactivar el traductor, los que leen en ingles perdonen si la traducción no es del todo entendible. -Si quieren que haga uno similar pero con otro personaje de Bnha, díganlo en los comentarios, tanto si hablan español como ingles (que son la mayoría aquí)

    Conocí a Kirishima hace unos años, yo había ingresado a mi primer año de universidad a los 18 años y él a su primer año de la UA, a pesar de la diferencia de edad congeniamos bastante bien desde la primera vez, ¿Quién me iba a decir que ese chico extrovertido y algo distraído iba a cambiar tanto mi vida?, logro aumentar mi autoestima, dándome a entender que ser algo gordita no era malo, me salvo de malas relaciones y me llevo a cumplir mis metas, le debo mucho y él dice que me debe también muchas cosas, aunque no sé que serán.

  Ya ah empezado su carrera como héroe y yo tendré en poco mi licenciatura de mi carrera, hasta estoy pensando en un posgrado en una empresa que esta interesada en mis habilidades, me servirá para practicar ya que quiero ser independiente. Vivimos juntos y ya conoció a mis padres biológicos, pero aún no ah podido conocer a mis verdaderos padres, hasta mañana.

  Mis padres biológicos nunca fueron muy apegados a mi hasta hace un año y meses, si, es lindo que quieran recuperar el tiempo perdido pero no es algo a corto plazo, en cambio, mis tíos han sido unos verdaderos padres para mi, se preocuparon por mi bienestar desde el primer día, dicen que fui su segundo amor, y que si pudieran, querrían tener una hija como yo. Llegaron a Japón desde Chile hace una semana y se quedaron en una casa de la compañía de mi tío Luis, desde que llegaron no hemos pasado un solo día sin juntarnos, pero lamentablemente Kirishima no podía estar con nosotros por una importante misión. Aunque ahora, su misión es otra, agradarle a mis dos padres.

  Kirishima estaba nervioso mirando la puerta de la simple pero elegante casa.

“Kiri: ayyyy amorcito, siento que mi corazón va a endurecerse de los nervios”

“Tranquilo cariño, todo estará bien, les agradarás, lo sé”

“Kiri: pe-pe-pe-pero y ¿si no?, tú dijiste que ellos son como tus verdaderos padres, y si ya estaba nervioso por conocer a tus padres biológicos, conocerlos a ellos me pone los pelos de punta...ayyyy bomboncito relleno, esto es mas complicado que enfrentarse a tres villanos...”

“¡oh vamos! eres Red Rioth, te has enfrentado a villanos de todas clases y tamaños, puedes con dos suaves y amables hombres que me criaron como si fuera su hija, solo, se tu mismo y les encantarás, muestrales esa linda sonrisa de tiburón junto a tu buen corazón”

  Suspiro profundamente y respiro de la misma forma dándose ánimos.

“Kiri: tienes razón, soy Eijiro Kirishima, soy Red Rioth, puedo hacerlo, en especial si te tengo a mi lado, ¿me das un ultimo besito antes de entrar?”

“¿cómo me negaría?, ven aquí...”

  La cena fue tranquila, aunque note como lo ponían a prueba, querían que estuviera nervioso para así saber si mentía o no, Kiri siempre fue sincero y amable, mi tío Gonzalo lo amo, lo encontraba un buen chico, también mi tío Luis, pero ambos aún tenían algo que no me convencía del todo, nos conocemos muy bien el uno al otro, así como conozco a Kirishima.

  Cuando Kirishima estaba en la cocina lavando los platos no dude en tomar la oportunidad y preguntar.

“¿Qué es lo que no les gusta de él?, ¿Qué se tiña el cabello, sus dientes de tiburón?, ¿Qué le encuentran que no les convence?”

-” no no, mi cielo, es un buen muchacho, es amable, atento, todo un caballero sin dejar de ser un gran hombrecito, es solo...”

-” que esperábamos a alguien mas ´grande´, como tu tío Gonzalo o como tú, mi princesa, si me entiendes ¿no?”

  Lo entendí en seguida, era porque Kirishima tenia un cuerpo super atlético y no con alguna barriga como mi tío.

“pu-pues... por su trabajo tiene que mantenerse en forma”

-“ lo entendemos y es normal, él se entreno para ser un héroe profesional desde hace tiempo, te conoció cuando empezó en la academia ¿no?”

“si, hace unos años cuando inicie en la universidad, desde antes de ingresar entreno su cuerpo”

-” entonces, ¿ya no te gustan mas gorditos?”

“ e-e-e-eso no a cambiado tío, pero, no lo elegí por su físico, sino por quien es en el fondo, él me ayudo a cambiar para bien y siempre le estaré agradecida, es mi héroe”

-” ya veo...”

-” bueno bueno Luis, ya nos confirmo lo que sospechábamos, es un chico ejemplar, me enorgullece que lo hayas elegido y me alivia que te cuide alguien así” 

  La noche termino amablemente tranquila, lo aceptaron y le pidieron que los visitara o que viniera a las parrilladas de mi tío Gonzalo, quien era un experto en eso.

  Me coloque en el asiento del conductor de mi auto americano y Kirishima me cerro la puerta antes de ir al asiento del copiloto de mi lado derecho, despedí por ultima vez a mis tíos con la mano y nos fuimos. Kirishima estaba mas silencioso y se veía algo pensativo, pero en el mal sentido.

“Kiri: parece...” dijo finalmente “ que no les agrado completamente a tus tíos...” trato de calmar la tensión con una sonrisa nerviosa y comento “tal vez me quieran matar por quitarles a su princesa jaja...”

  Sabia que era mas que eso, después de todo, a pesar de que mis tíos eran sobreprotectores nunca se inmiscuyeron mucho en mi vida, mas que solo cuando los necesitaban o veían que tenían que intervenir, y vivir juntos también a hecho que sepa cuando esta bien y cuando no, ahora no estaba bien.

“no no no, cariño, les agradaste, en especial a mi tío Gonzalo, él seria como la madre de la pareja, y te encontró muy lindo, le gusto que seas un caballero educado, y a mi tío Luis le agrado tu código de hombre y tu visión noble, les gustaste, simplemente... no eras lo que esperaban, ellos...” recogí una bocanada de aire. “ esperaban a alguien mas... ´grande´”

“Kiri: ¿mas grande?, ¿mas mayor?” me respondía aun sin apartar la vista de la ventana.

“no, sino... alguien mas...” me costaba decirlo, ¿Cómo le decías a tu novio atlético que te gustan las personas con sobrepeso?

  En la siguiente intersección detuve el auto ante luz roja, respire y solté un claro suspiro de seriedad.

“ellos... esperaban a alguien mas gordito...” lo dije sin mirarlo a los ojos, solo escuche como se movió en su asiento seguramente para mirarme. “ mira, no lo dije porque no quería que influyera en nuestra relación, ya viste que pasamos unos años juntos e incluso vivimos bajo el mismo techo, tambien...no lo dije porque no sabia como te lo tomarías... a mis tíos y a mi nos gustan las personas con sobrepeso, pero te diré lo mismo que le dije a ellos, no te elegí por tu físico, sino por quien eres en realidad y como me has cambiado para bien, es por eso que quería que seamos pareja y estoy feliz además de conforme con lograrlo, y espero...que no volvamos a tocar el tema, ¿esta bien, amor?...”

  Ocurrió una tensa pausa antes de...

“Kiri: oh... así que era eso...” fue todo lo que dijo hasta llegar a casa

  Había pasado alrededor de un mes desde que fuimos a la casa de mis tíos a cenar, y en unos días tendrían una parrillada para almorzar juntos como lo hacíamos en casa.

“¡Tadaimah!” entro y dejo mi abrigo en el colgador.

  La casa estaba algo silenciosa, por lo general era indicio de que Kiri no estaba, de lo contrario se escucharía aunque sean sus pasos, ya sea en la oficina o en la sala de gimnasio donde por lo general estaba, pero no había mucho ruido. Al quitarme mis botines vi los de Kirishima en la entrada.

“ así que, si, esta en casa”

  Coloque mis oídos alertas y me concentre, no era parte de mi quirk pero tenia buen oído y vista, además de ser perceptiva, escuche ruidos en la cocina y sin dudarlo fui a ver que pasaba, lo que vi me dejo impactada.

  Kirishima tenia la boca llena de carne, habían varias cajas de comida rápida en la mesa y bacías, era como si hubieran liberado una pequeña bestia. Al dar otro paso Kirishima noto mi presencia y abrió los ojos al descubrirlo.

“ Kiri... ¿Qué estas hacien-?” me interrumpió en medio de la frase.

  Trago fuertemente lo que tenia en la boca ¡GLUUUPH! y un gran bulto bajo por su fuerte cuello y desapareció en su pecho.

“Kiri: tú... dijiste que te gustaban los gordos, así que... ¿quieres que suba de peso?” al final me mira a los ojos.

  Abrí un momento la boca para decir algo pero no pude articular alguna palabra, miraba su barriga encima de la mesa y como su abdomen usualmente cóncavo ahora estaba algo hinchado y gorgoteando por la comida, camine hasta estar a su lado.

“¿por qué no te sientas primero?” le acomode la silla.

  De esa manera podíamos estar casi a la misma altura, frente a frente y con la mesa a nuestro lado. Que se haya sentido insuficiente me encogió el corazón, Kirishima es un rallo de luz y que se haya visto de esa manera desde esa noche no me hizo mas que sentir dolor en el pecho. Le acaricie suavemente la mejilla, siendo  ahora un adulto joven aún parecía un adolescente, no había hecho mas que ser mas alto, pero seguía teniendo esas mejillitas redonditas, como sus grandes y expresivos ojos de rubí, no a cambiado...

“Kiri, mi amor, ya te dije que no te elegí por tu atlético cuerpo, sino por todo lo que hiciste por mi y por tu personalidad...” 

  Mire sus labios llenos de salsa y me acerque tomándolo de la barbilla, su nuez de Adán se movió al tragar un ultimo bocado, o tal vez, por los nervios.

“ ven aquí, mi niño...”

  Lamí suavemente sus labios y los limpie del excedente de salsa roja, no era una enorme fanática de lo salado, pero se sentía bien. Kirishima se estremeció en su asiento y soltó un suave gemido, con cuidado poso su mano en mi espalda baja y la otra en mi cintura apretando suavemente mis rollitos. A pesar de que termine de limpiar su boca el beso comenzó a ser mas intenso y lujuriosos, Kirishima solía ser cuidadoso por sus dientes, así que por lo general era yo quien tenia que ceder para que inspeccionara mi boca y juntos disfrutar. Al separarnos tome un tenedor y ensarte en el un par de laminas de carne de cerdo y verduras.

“¿Quieres seguir?”

  Kirishima solo asintió y me dio un suave besito antes de abrir la boca y dejarme alimentarlo. Introduje el tenedor con suave determinación, sus mejillas se hincharon un poco mientras masticaba, llene otra porción mientras le acariciaba la nuca.

“Buen chico... abre la boquita” ordene con cariño.

  Kirishima trago y la abrió, aun tenia algo de comida, le metí el tenedor lleno de comida por completo, no dejando nada afuera, aunque se sorprendió un poco se las ingenio para masticar y tragar todo.

“Kiri: guh... no pares amor...”

“ así que esto te esta gustando...” llene otro tenedor hasta acabar la caja de comida. “¿quien soy yo para negarte?”

  Le di el tenedor y escuche como gemía de placer cada vez que le daba otro bocado de todo lo que compro, su estomago gorgoteaba cada vez con mas frecuencia por el aforo de comida y que seguía llegando, solo me detuve a mirar cuando sentí algo presionando contra mi abdomen, ninguno de los dos se había dado cuenta de lo mucho que había crecido.

“Kiri: eh... e estado entrenando un poco con Fatgum” me dedico una sonrisa nerviosa.

  Solo solté una suave risita y le limpie la boca con una servilleta antes de darle otro bocado y terminar la ultima caja. Kirishima suspiro y se acomodo en su asiento, le empecé a masajear y acariciar la barriga, fue casi instantánea su reacción, se tenso y luego se relajo a mas no poder, soltando sus brazos y soltando suaves y largos gemiditos placenteros por el masaje. Su estomago estaba muy tenso y caliente, ya no estaba su six pack, solo una redonda masa de carne tensa y sonora, con suavidad trace circulos alrededor de su ombligo que ahora era muy sensible. Kirishima se mordía el labio y sus lindas expresiones me prendían, Dios, es tan lindo.

“Kiri: mmmmm... princesita, no pares...se siente tan -URP- bien...p-por favor...”

“como dije, ¿Quién soy yo para negarme?...”

  Le seguí masajeando y amasando el vientre con sumo cuidado de no presionar tan brusco, pues tenia algo en mente y esta era una buena oportunidad como para dejarla pasar. Cuando Kirishima se relajo lo suficiente, fui al refrigerador y saque una botella de bebida de medio litro, Kirishima al sentir que se detuvieron sus masajes en la barriga me miro con un puchero de reproche, pero tras ver la botella cambio a confusión.

“Kiri: y ¿eso?”

“ debes estar sediento por tanta sal, ¿verdad, cariño?” dije mientras la destapaba.

  Mas era una aseguración que una pregunta. Kirishima sonrió encogiéndose de hombros y abrió la boca. Me acerque para apoyarme suavemente en él e incline la botella en un ángulo para que el liquido no fluyera tan rápido o tan lento, su nuez subía y bajaba rítmicamente mientras grandes bocanadas de bebida nueva corrían hasta su estomago que se hinchaba con mas notoriedad, Kiri soltaba gemidos cortos pero cuando baje para darle un respiro me miro a los ojos y me apego un poco mas a él logrando que inclinara mas la botella y junto a eso su cabeza hasta que ya no quedo nada en la botella de bebida, estaba bacía.

“Kiri: ohhhhh... estoy tan lleno... siento... ¡ahh! mi tripa muy tensa... ohhhhh... pero ¿sabes?...no me arrepiento...”

“ eres un buen chico, Kiri... siempre complaciendo a mami...” le susurre al oído y le di un beso en la mejilla.

  Su gran barriga no dejaba de sonar, esta vez con mucho reproche por la indulgencia y el gas de la bebida. Me aparte un poco para poder masajear su estomago y acomodar todo el aire acumulado así como deshacer los nudos tensos, los circulos que hacia tanto con mis palmas así como con la yema de mis dedos lograban amasar y llegar a los puntos mas necesitados. Mire a Kiri quien estaba complacido y con los ojos cerrados, coloque mis manos en el punto medio de su barriga y apreté hundiendo un poco mis uñas sin llegar a hacerle daño.

“¿listo?...”

“Kiri: URRP...mph ¿para qué, princesa?”

  Solo le dedique una mirada un poco maliciosa y le guiñe un ojo, oprimí su vientre lenta pero firmemente, sus ojos se abrieron y sus mejillitas se inflaron, soltó un fuerte eructo que me hizo dar un saltito de la impresión.

“Kiri: ¡BRAAAAAAAAUUUUURRRRPH! GUH...Dios, eso fue- ¡AAAARRRRUUUUPH! Mph”

  Seguí apretando y amasando su vientre abultado con mas seguridad y convicción, soltaba sin parar eructos en su mayoría muy grandes.

“Kiri: guh... a-amorcito, no tan fuer-¡TEEEERRRRRRR! ¡mgh!... cielos, no puedo pa-¡RAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRH! GUH... pero son muy varoniles...¡GROOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUURRRRRRRPH! mph... creo que... ya no puedo ma-!MMAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRSS! ahh...¡UUURRRRP! guh...eres buena... ¡GRAAAAAAAAAUUUUUURRRRRP!...”

“ experiencia con mis papás, compiten en carreras amistosas de banquetes con amigos y conocidos, y a mi me tocaba de ayudante” comente.

“Kiri: ¡BREEEEERRRRRRPH! mph... guhh por eso no te sorprendías tanto cuando nos encontrabas teniendo concursos de eructos jeje ¡EEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPH! ¡MPHHH! ¡BRUUUUUUUUEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAARRRRRRRPH!”

“ si, tienes razón, y no eran malos, pero mi tío llega hacer sonar las ventanas y vasos”

“Kiri: ¡GRRRAAAARP!... ¿Cuándo íbamos a reunirnos con ellos otra vez?...”

“como en una semana, ¿por?” masajeo mas suavemente al no sentir tanto aire.

  Kirishima alzo mi mejilla y me acerco hasta su rostro.

“¿me ayudas a practicar? quiero darle una nueva impresión a tus padres”

“hm hm hm hm si así quieres...”

  Nos besamos con ternura mientras aún acariciaba su hinchado estomago.

_________

  Paso un tiempo y nos encontrábamos teniendo un junta en el jardín de la casa de mis tíos

-” ¡VAYA NIÑO! tienes un hambre voraz”

“Kiri: y usted cocina deliciosa la carne”

-”si, mi esposo es el mejor en la parrilla”

-”a mi me gusta complacer a los invitados, y si el novio de mi niña tiene hambre ¿Cómo le voy a negar un buen trozo de carne?”

“ aunque ya va siendo mas por gula que por hambre..” susurre con una sonrisita de complicidad.

-”¿uh?, princesita, ¿acaso hiciste alguna maldad por la que te estas riendo?”

“no no no no, para nada, solo estoy disfrutando la ocasión, hace mucho que extrañaba estas parrilladas familiares, desde que llegue a Japón de hecho, y que Kirishima pueda haberse tomado el día para venir me alegra mas”

-”si, ¿Qué hay de eso, jovencito?, yo creía que los héroes trabajaban 24/7”

“Kiri: siiii, nuestro trabajo es algo pesado y muy exigente, pero todos tenemos vidas personales y eso las ligas los respetan, Fatgum también conoce a mi princesa y sabemos que ella nunca querría hacer problema en mi trabajo, y al contarle de esta junta me dio sin rodeos este y el día de mañana libre para pasarlo con ella, y conocerlos mas a ustedes obviamente”

-”pues, estoy muy feliz de tenerte en mi mesa, ten, aquí tienes, es un corte que compre para la ocasión” le dio a Kirishima y a mi un corte de ternera muy jugoso ”espero haberlo tratado bien”

-”siempre lo haces, cariño” abraza desde la espalda.

“es cierto, siempre te sale rico, pero no te excedas, papi, recuerda que siempre me encargo del postre”

-”¡ohh! ¡cierto cierto cierto! siempre preparas un delicioso postre para nuestras juntas, en especial cuando estamos los tres, aunque, ahora creo que seremos cuatro con este muchachito con dientes de tiburón”

“Kiri: ejejeje si, me calma que no hayan juzgado tanto mi apariencia”

  Mis tíos se miraron mutuamente y parecían tener una expresión de vergüenza, desde la primera vez que vieron a Kirishima, notaron como ahora su cintura era mas ancha y con una barriga dura, así también se le ensancharon los hombros y trabajo por mi insistencia mas en sus brazos, teniéndolos gruesos y mas fuertes, combinaban bien con su figura actual y le ayudaban en su trabajo como Red Rioth, tampoco afecto mucho a su popularidad, solo lo tomaron como que, tarde o temprano, tener a Fatgum como maestro iba a tener algún efecto, me gusto que la gente no se fijara mucho en su barriga sino mas en su actuar y como con o sin kilos extras seguía siendo el amable Red Rioth, o para mi, el amable y caballerito Eijiro Kirishima al que desde un principio siempre ame, y ahora mas por haber hecho ese esfuerzo por mi.

  Mi tío le dio unas palmaditas en la espalda mientras devoraba la carne de ternera junto al arroz así llamando su atención, le dedico una sonrisa paternal así como mi tío Luis, quien suspiro mientras sonreía. Por fin cumplía con todo es sus listas como padres, un chico amable, educado, sincero, de valores y actitud de un verdadero hombre, noble y cortés, que pudieran confiar que me cuidaría y ahora también, con un físico que a los 3 nos gustara y complaciera.

  Le acaricie la barriga algo llena cuando termino la carne y le di parte de la mía, lo recibió con un ligero sonrojo pero nunca lo negó, después de todo, le gustaba tener mi atención, y a mi me gustaba aún mas verlo y acariciarlo.