#who gave him the right to look that damn tasty??

[i-only-write-in-purple-ink]

Never tasted a poison as sweet as you have...

Trust Me / The Scorpion and the Frog

[faithlia]

'But what the fuck is patience?

english is not my first language!

warnings: smut, mean!reader, sarcatisc!reader, tough!matt mean!matt, haters, display, rough sex, degradation, denial of orgasm...

⚠️ The behavior of all characters are immoral and depraved, if you don't feel comfortable, please, don't read!

summary: You and Matt have a no-strings-attached sexual relationship, but when things don't go the way you plan, your provocations go beyond your limits.

part 1. part 2

Ever since you and Matt started this "little game" of casual sex, your performance and grades in college had strangely improved. I mean, you were always the best in the class, but it was a fact that the way Matt fucked you kept you motivated enough, as if his dick was full of dopamine and energy drinks.

Of course, you would never admit that to him. Matt was certainly not the only guy on campus you had fucked during the last semester, but out of all of them, he was the best! Always leaving your pussy sore at the end of each fuck, with that unshaven beard; and that damn smile he gave you after eating you out.

But, despite his incredibly tasty dick, Matt was petulant and petty, and you hated him for it. You hated how much of a jerk and insufferable he was, so your sex was limited to when you both came and each went your separate ways.

In the morning, you went to the empty bleachers of the college with your friends from class to rehearse your seminar presentation. From afar, you could see Matt practicing football with the other players on the team - it was depressing to watch, because he was so bad, you thought.

"Damn, he's getting hotter every day" your best friend, Liz, says. She hands you a notebook full of notes. "Who?" you ask disinterestedly. "Matt Sturniolo."

"The beard makes him look so sexy" your other friend, Tara, comments. And all the others giggle, agreeing with your observation.

Unfortunately for you, it was all true, but you couldn't help but roll your eyes and shake your head slightly in denial.

"Okay, bitches. Let's get back to work, shall we?" You say motivatedly, and all the others groan quietly about having to actually do this stupid seminar.

Minutes later, when no one was paying attention to Matt anymore, you glanced at him unnoticed and could see him tripping over his own feet when he tried to kick the ball. You laughed out loud and everyone looked at you in confusion.

── .✦

It was already night when you were studying for your exams. Luckily for you, your roommate always slept in her idiot boyfriend's dorm, so you had the absolute peace of mind of having the room all to yourself.

Your phone received a message notification.

piece of shit: where are you now?

you: ?

you: in my dorm, idiot.

you: I don't feel like having sex today. Wait until tomorrow so I can fuck your beautiful ass.

You send the message with a smile on your face, knowing very well how much he hates your provocations. You anxiously wait for his harsh response, but before that you hear a knock on the door.

You go to the door and when you open it, Matt appears with an ironic smile on his lips. He was wearing an old sweatshirt and had damp hair.

Tara was right, he looked delicious with a beard.

Before you can say anything, he enters your room, closing the door behind him. "Damn, didn't you read my message?" you ask sarcastically. "Yeah, but I was already at the door. So it would be rude not to knock and not bother you, wouldn't it?" he replies.

He sits comfortably on your bed - as usual - giving you a smug smile. His blue eyes and wet lips gave you the worst of chills. Unfortunately, that pissed off face he made was irresistible.

"I saw you playing today!" you comment, trying to dispel your noisy thoughts.

Matt pokes his cheek with his tongue, raising his eyebrows in surprise "Really?" he asks disinterestedly.

"Really. Yeah!" you affirm. "You suck!" you let out a low laugh, observing his bored face. "I mean, you should stop because you suck so much! You know, sometimes it's good to recognize our flaws, in this case, your flaws...

"Why don't you go fuck yourself?" Matt interrupts you and you bite your lip.

Honestly, Matt found you insufferable, but you were so hot and beautiful that even though you always talked so much shit, he could still ignore all the nonsense you said just so he could fuck you. "You know, you're just as hot as you are annoying. Your parents must pay a lot of people to pretend to like you. Haven't you ever wondered about that?"

Matt smirks and you smile back, wanting to punch him in the face.

"What are you doing?" He looks away at the pile of books on his desk. "Trying to find a cure for your acute stupidity. What do you think I'm doing, huh?" you reply with acid on the tip of your tongue.

Matt rolls his eyes. He always responds to your provocations in kind and you kind of like it. It was a secret; every time you made Matt angry it only made you want to spread your legs for him more.

"Listen." he sighs, as he pulls you by the waist to stand between his legs. "Why don't you shut the fuck up for a second so I can pretend you're not a stupid brat, huh?" Matt caresses your hips over your sweatpants. His head was facing your belly and he couldn't resist the urge to plant chaste kisses on your skin.

Even though it was almost impossible, you didn't give in to the wet kisses. Delicately, you put your two long fingernails on his chin and say: "What? None of your other dumb bitches were available to satisfy you?"

"Believe me, you're not the smartest of them." He laughs softly. Before you can retaliate to the bold comment, Matt pulls your body under him on the bed, rubbing his hard cock against your covered crotch. You scream in surprise. He kisses you with his hand on your neck, running his tongue against yours, having the protruding premise of his lower lip against your upper lip and making you fall apart during the kiss.

Matt knows exactly what to do with you. He leans in more and more so that his cock is pressed against your pussy, doing his best to keep you trapped between him and the soft mattress.

One of his hands lifts your shirt and he can't resist sucking on a nipple - which has a delicate piercing with little stars. He sucks, circling his warm tongue around the piercing, biting gently. "Mmm," you moan loudly, frowning and biting your lip in anguish. Matt knows how sensitive you are because of your new piercings.

He smiles, ignoring your pained reaction. You slap his arm. He sucks on your other nipple, eagerly trying to swallow your entire breast; your breasts weren't that big but the size was perfect to spill into Matt's mouth, and he made sure to tell you that.

He finishes taking off your shirt and throws it on the floor and you do the same with his shirt. You loved feeling his body against yours, but obviously, you would never admit it, not even to yourself.

You run your hands down his back, during the kisses on his lips, and one of yours makes its way to his cock. You grab it under his pants and can feel the hardness that you were so familiar with. Matt separates his lips from yours to moan when you start masturbating him - making movements from bottom to top.

"Shit." He says with his head in the curve of your neck, kissing that part of your skin, moving up to your chin and then your mouth again, until he pulls away, sitting between your legs.

He quickly takes off your pants and panties, then takes off his own pants, looking at your wet pussy in admiration.

You cross your legs because of the sensitivity, but he opens them wide, causing goosebumps to appear on your skin.

At that point, Matt had already been moved by an overwhelming excitement that made you ecstatic. He was rough and arrogant during sex. He always liked to suck your pussy with his mouth full of saliva, circling your clitoris with his soft tongue. Look, Matt was not a patient person, so gentleness was out of the question. He really liked to fuck you from behind, pulling your hair, slapping your ass, squeezing your sensitive breasts and moaning loudly like you were a cock-hungry whore. But, to Matt's dismay, you were not as submissive as he would have liked; your solid idea of ​​fucking was to be on top of him with your hands pressing on his chest, always teasing him with words like: "Is this the best you can do, Matt?" "Shit, baby, I can't feel you right." and that always made him impulsive and irritated.

He hated how talkative and annoying you were, and for him the only way to shut you up was to shove his hard cock down your throat.

Now with dark and hungry eyes, you give Matt a lustful look as he gives your pussy a hot slap, spitting right on your clit, making the saliva run, shoving two fingers inside you. You moan slyly, with doe eyes begging to be fucked.

"Desperate whore. Always wanting a cock to satisfy that tight pussy, aren't you, baby?" he said, still sticking his fingers inside you.

He pulled his fingers out and put them in your mouth for you to suck on - which you did willingly.

Matt skillfully rubbed his tip against your clit, creating a delicious sensation that filled you with hard pleasure. He pulled his fingers out of your mouth roughly, forcing his hand against one of your legs to spread them wide, grunting as he teased his cock wet with pre-cum against your lubricated entrance.

"Fuck, can you fuck me already? I want to watch the new season of Outer Banks today!" you grumbled impatiently, wanting to cum, lifting your body to see the mess Matt was making in your pussy.

He rolled his eyes at your stupid comment. "You better shut the fuck up or I'll leave you without cumming, little slut." He says, slapping your cheek hard, shoving his cock inside you without pretense. Matt thrusts in and out of you hard. He lets out a hiss as he slaps your face again hard, but this time he holds your cheeks tightly, smiling at the vulnerable position you're in.

He keeps slamming his cock inside you, listening to your incessant whimpers. Tired of this position, he turns you roughly against the bed, putting you on all fours. He thrusts his cock back into you slightly, putting both your arms against your back, skidding your face against the mattress.

You let out a series of high-pitched, sly moans, not resisting the urge to scream when Matt thrusts his cock deep inside you. "Yeaaah."

Matt continues his thrusts and the pent-up feeling of cum is exposed as he pulls your body hard, leaving your back against his sweaty chest. Vehemently, Matt grabs your breast with one hand while he uses the other to turn your face to the side and kiss you.

"I-I'm going to cum," you moan desperately into his mouth, barely able to get the words out. "Not before me!" he exclaims against you, grabbing your neck and moving his hands down your mound to your needy clit. Son of a bitch! He teases you to the max by lightly running his hand over your clit, preventing you from having that vicious sensation in your favorite place.

You can't resist putting your anxious fingers there, however Matt slaps your hand hard, leaving a burning sensation.

"I told you I would cum first, fuck." he says in your ear, fucking you mercilessly.

"Please," whimpers escape your fragile lips, as he increases the frequency of his thrusts and you, desperately, slam against his cock. Matt smiles in pleasure when he hears your pleas, restraining himself from cumming too quickly. You pull Matt's hair in protest for him to masturbate you, and once again try to put your hand on your abused pussy, but he is quick and pulls your hand away.

"Please, please, please," you scream in protest, tears streaming down your blushing face.

Each time Matt slammed his cock against your pussy, the sounds of your skin slapping together spread throughout the room.

Matt stopped his shallow teasing of your clit and touched it as you so desired, allowing your pleasure to increase more and more. However, his imminent climax hit him first, making him moan. He came helplessly and without warning inside you, stopping his movements on your clit.

"What?" you say confused, feeling Matt's cum spurt out of you.

Matt wasn't the kind of guy who didn't know how to satisfy a girl, on the contrary, he liked to make sluts cum before him just so he could hear the minute whispers saying: "but what about you, Matt?" just so he could make them suck his dick in return."

Matt doesn't say anything. He pulls out of you causing you an inevitable discomfort.

All that delicious sensation fades from your body and you feel like crying. This isn't the first time Matt has done this to you. You hate it!

He starts to put his "pajamas" back on, completely ignoring you.

"Are you kidding me?" you mumble impatiently. Laying down on the bed with your back, grabbing a blanket to cover yourself.

"I told you I wanted to cum first." He shrugs, finishing putting on his worn-out shirt. "Oh, don't be mad at me, baby," he says in false sympathy. "I'm sure you can hold your own with your fingers!" he teases and you start to cry silently in frustration.

Matt risks a light kiss on your cheek. He smiles, walking to the door, and when he steps out into the hallway of the dorms, he hears the pillow being thrown against the door and a high-pitched scream from you.

₊⊹ soon, the second part.

[flowerbunnyboo]

HOT SAUCE | back

starring: jeno x male reader

summary: A cutesy date between Mn and Jeno turns into a wild one.

nsfw, minors dni, don’t report

“Babe”, Jeno voiced out to his boyfriend who had just gotten up from his sleep. Jeno was making tasty pancakes for his love. Mn couldn’t help but smile seeing the sight in front of him. “Yes Nono?”. Jeno broke into a huge grin upon hearing the nickname. “I want to take you out on a date today!”.

The date went perfectly well. Mn and Jeno and a perfect time. The whole day, Mn was happy. He couldn't stop smiling and giggling. Jeno took him to a museum, then an art gallery. The two also went for shopping and then proceeded to have dinner.

Jeno wanted to see Mn happy and he had achieved that. But now the date was over and Mn and Jeno headed back home. The night was still young and both knew what was going to happen and were very much excited for it.

As the two stepped inside, Mn was slammed on the door as he felt plump lips kissing him. The kiss turned sloppy as time passed. Jeno bit Mn’s bottom lip so he could swirl his tongue in and Mn complied making Jeno win.

He groped Mn’s ass and grinded their hips together sending him over the edge. The kiss got heated and Jeno smirked as heard small moans come from his boyfriend's mouth. The dom then proceeded to kiss the younger’s jawline and neck and started to suck on Mn’s neck as he squirmed and moaned.

Both of them removed their clothes and Mn widened seeing his boyfriend's figure. Hot chiseled abs, with pecs. Jeno saw Mn’s eyes darken with lust. “Like what you see baby boy? ”. Mn smirked and pulled you in for another kiss,

“Yes daddy ”

After some passionate kissing Jeno’s dropped down on his knees, undid Mn’s pants and took his dick in his mouth. He bobbed his head fastly without stopping. Mn was now a moaning mess, he moaned so loud Jeno was pretty sure their neighbours must have heard it.

Mn tangled his fingers in Jeno's hair as he let out load moans. Jeno groped Mn’s ass making squirm and wanting for more. He could feel his release getting closer, “Aah Fuck daddy~don't stop” and with that he shot down his load in Jeno’s mouth.

He swallowed all of it and kissed Mn’s lips which Mn thought was quite hot. Jeno got up and kissed him, “Damn baby even your cum is delicious”. Mn giggled hearing his boyfriend.

Jeno hoisted Mn up as he put his legs around his waist. He could feel Jeno’s huge tent underneath. Jeno continued groping his ass . “A~h D-daddy ..”, the younger moaned as Jeno sucked on his chest.“ What baby? Daddy can't understand you”.

Mn whimpered as couldn't take it anymore. He wanted Jeno right now, "P~please f-fuck m-me”, he moaned. Jeno smirked, “Your wish is my command baby”. The dom took him to the bedroom and dropped him on the bed dropping clothes everywhere.

Jeno lowly growled and took of his pants. His dick dripping with precum. Mn widened his eyes when he saw his dick. It's huge. “Babe I don't think it will fit”. Jeno laughed seeing his reaction, “Don't worry I'll make it fit”.

Jeno spread Mn’s legs and thrusted one finger in without warning. Mn panted and moaned as he rolled his eyes. He had fingered himself so he was a little loose but he still wasn't prepared for Jeno's cock.

Soon enough Jeno was thrusting four fingers inside him and Mn couldn't take it anymore. He was a moaning mess. He came once again. His dick shooting white strings of cum painting both of their abdomens white.

Jeno smiled seeing the masterpiece in front to of him panting and heaving. He took out lube from his nightstand and applied a generous amount on your monster. Mn spread his legs wider for Jeno as he could see his pink hole.

Jeno aligned his phallus with many hole and swooped it right in. Mn was still tight but it felt too good to be around him. Mn rolled his eyes in pleasure as he felt Jeno's cock fill him up.

Once Jeno was all in, he waited for Mn to adjust. Mn gave him a look of consent and Jeno smirked as he started thrusting at an animalistic pace.

The room was full of skin slapping noises and mn moaning for hi daddy and Jeno's dick making mn cry in pleasure. Mn had came three times but that didn't stop Jeno. Mn clenched as Jeno abused his prostate.

“Damn baby so tight ”, the dom said as he felt mn's insides tightening. “Y-yes da~daddy o-only fo-r y-you ”, Mn said moaning. He was going to have an orgasm anytime. “Aa~ah”, the sub came again clenching his hole.

Jeno too was closer to his release. With a few final thrusts he came inside Mn filling him up. Mn felt full feeling his lover's cum fill him to the brim. Jeno pulled out and laid besides him and kissed his lips. Mn was happy and so was Jeno. “I love you Mnnie”, Jeno pecked his lips. “I love you too Daddy"

Jeno cleaned Mn and himself up and gave the older all the cuddles he wanted. They both fell asleep saying 'I love you's to each other and slept with love.

©️ flowerbunnyboo 2024. all rights reserved to me. please don't copy my work or reshare without my permission and credit

[camilieroart]

TMNT COLORCODED CHARACTER LINEUP COMPLETED !

After MONTHS of work, here is finally the lineup of all

61 CHARACTERS

That will be relevant at one point or another in Colorcoded season 1 :) More non-spoilery informations about them below !

Harry the Pickpocket gets beaten up pretty often. People like to hate what is ugly, and Harry wasn't the prettiest homeless guy around. Then again, most of the time he got beat up because he was caught stealing, but that's irrelevant. He had to do what he had to do to survive, and in New York, if you don't steal what you need, well people won't give it to you. More often than not, New Yorkers liked to step over him and a few sometimes walked on him, while still ignoring him. Harry was used to being hated, being beaten, being ugly and undeserving. What he was definitely NOT used to, was being saved by a group of reptilian people that, despite the fact that he stole from them, did not beat him up, talked to him nicely, and even built him a safe shelter. The Purple one even got him running water ! Now that he could drink and shower and look presentable, he might even be able to get a job, all thanks to these kids ! Harry didn't care that they were green and had a tough back. They were nice to him, and it was only fair Harry shared whatever scraps of infos he got to help them during missions. Especially when they brought some of these tasty pizzas…

Angel had always been called a bit naive, a bit stupid, a bit too good. She was always accommodating, always saying yes and her trust could easily be abused. But that wasn't true. Angel wasn't stupid. She knew what she was giving, and she knew that sometimes it was a bit too much. But she wanted to believe in the good of people, and in their good intentions, because it's always nice to be believed in ! So, what if she felt horribly ostracized by her only friends Casey and April, always out of the loop and pushed aside, ditched out of nowhere for them to run off with poor excuses ? They surely had a great reason ! Plus, she also kept secrets from them. You see, Angel had a part time job in the local Dimmart. She didn't really need it, it was just a good way to store away cash. And the fact that she didn't NEED it, made her able to freely walk out or shrug off if she gets fired. That definitely came in handy the night she caught a giant rat man and 4 turtles stealing from the store. So maybe she let them get away and purposefully covers for them everytime she can, but what else was she supposed to do ? She knows that people who steal, are usually people that don't have choice. Some nights, maybe the cameras have some strange malfunctions.

Steve Spiegel was a failed artist. At least that what his mom said. No matter how much work he put in his comics, nobody seemed to care. Maybe he just wasn't good at coming up with nice stories... But if there's one thing he's good at, it's listening to other people's stories, and giving advice. Now that's his thing ! Maybe he doesn't enjoy it as much as making his own stories, but at least, it pays the bills ! Plus there's that new client, Casey Jones, that had been telling him the craziest stories. Of course, Steve knew realistically, that this kid was either having a laugh at his expense, or in a serious situation that he struggled at expressing and tries to explain through silly stories instead. Either way, Steve listened like it was real, gave advice like it was true, and everytime the kid seemed happy and satisfied. And professional confidentiality be damned, these stories were too good to not be turned into a nice comic…

Vernon Fenwick was what you can call an asshole. After he failed to work in any of the TV channels the city had to offer, he made his own show called the Earth Protection News, courtesy of his roommate Ulysses S. Grant, that might have passed away soon after giving him the right to his show and all of it's audience. Vernon's show didn't work well at first. In this stupidly 'woke' world, having an openly racist, and misogynist and transphobic show seemed to have a certain impact on how it performed. It wasn't until the apparition of the monsters (that the arrogant and blind-sided left calls 'mutants' to hide their horrific nature) that Vernon truly started to shine. Each new footage or even pictures was dissected in his show and explained. People listened ! Finally the world knew he was right. These reptilians had grown tired of waiting, and decided to finally start to take over, but humans won't let them ! we'll fight back, starve them, torture them, kill them ! His show was bought by Channel 3, and millions hung to his every word ! And if Vernon hid some footage that proved these mutants weren't as dangerous as he thought, then who would know ? It was only a matter of time anyway. He could see it, when they mess up and the entire world is at stake because of them, oh he would be right. He would have won. And when it happens, Vernon would be there.

Akira is the Shredder’s right hand. When Shredder rose to power, he went against her, and was thrown into a prison pit to rot. But Shredder knew the man had talent and skill, and she didn’t want it to go to waste. She broke his mind, and took his eyes, and Akira is now completely obedient to his master.

Tanner G. Rollins is the failure of the family. His family moved to New York to make it, 2 generations ago, and were very successful. Tanner chose not to take over the family business and become a doctor. They were kicked out and banished because of it. He struggled really badly to become a dentist, and even then, clients were rare and barely enough to survive. Thanks to Splinter’s kindness, they decided to devote his life to helping mutants. He became a pro-mutant activist and takes care of mutant patients without ever compromising their safety. Also they’re a big rabbit fan. They’re just neat. He’s very blunt and honest, and heavily depressed.

Avril and xer twin Amaro Knox work in their grandma's (Anet Knox) Calm Corner Comics shop, and often scare of assholes that try to bother. They are both pro-mutants. Both are Tanako no Ichi fan. Avril is very chill and cool (xey/xer). Amaro is a party guy and always poppin'.

Anet Knox might be a small woman, but she is strong-willed and is a person to respect. She rules her comic shop with an iron fist, and is ready to beat the hell out of anyone disrespectful, despite her grandchildren being there to do so. She’s loudly pro-mutant, and is very happy to see Leo and Donnie whenever they come over for the new Tanako no Ichi manga or some Lynthia’s Legends.

André Murakami is a blind japanese chef, owner of the small but delicious restaurant "Fuyuuran". He was blind from one eye when he was born and fucked up his other eye by running around with a knife as a kid. He's very sweet and pro-mutant.

Renet Tilley is Casey's and April's history teacher, as well as their reference teacher. She is pretty awkward and shy around other adults and tend to relax around teens and younger. Her classes are always interesting and she strives to help her student as best as she can.

Shinigami and Yumiko live together. Shinigami was Karai's nanny and basically raised her. After Saki's death, she talked to Karai calling her sweetheart as she always have and got gutted and thrown out. Thankfully she was saved by one of the clan's cooks, Yumiko. They both ran away from the Foot and they assume they're dead. Since the Foot had always provided for them, they live in extreme poverty, and Yumiko works 5 jobs to try to save up to buy a proper wheelchair for Shinigami.

Baxter Stockman found, one day, a lot of canisters clogging his lab’s water tunnels, and after a few experiments, saw the potential in the mutagene. He sold it to scientists all around the world, and kept some to himself to experiment with. Ethicality and morality didn’t have it’s place in Stockman Entreprises, and it was in the way of progress. However, Baxter knew it was dangerous, and thus took it really badly when he noticed one day the Foot Clan spying on him, and decided to teach them a lesson. Baxter’s main drive is learning and discovering, advancing technology and driving humanity forward, no matter the cost. With global warming and world leaders playing with atomic bombs, time is limited, and Baxter will be the one to save the human race.

Don Vizioso is the nicest guy alive, he's known as the philantropist Vizioso. He would help you pay off your debt, take you under his wing if you're struggling, pay an ice cream to a little kid, shoot a guy that betrayed him 35 times in the head, pay for your college tuition, help fix the fucked up streets, or even give you access to his free hospital he set up in Manhattan ! His employees are helping out everywhere in the city, even if their influence is mainly in Manhattan. Recently, they have been bravely battling the group of thugs named the Purple Dragons, that keep aggressing people and destroying properties. Of course, Vizioso always helps with the reparations, sometimes coming down himself to fix up a wall or entertain the kids. For some reason, people keep coming after him with wild accusations, and these thugs often end up being recruited by the Purple Dragons. Plus, after the city announcement about the existence of monsters in New York, he's taken a stance on protecting New York, and has been bravely fighting back the creatures that keep trashing the city ! What a hero.

(This is the version that Vizioso believes about himself as well as the propaganda)

Don Vizioso is a mafia boss, despite being known by the mass as "the philantropist Vizioso". He would help you pay off your debt, but in return you're indebted in him. He'd take you under his wing, then shove you into a life of crime you can't escape. He would pay an ice cream to a little kid, because that way the shooter on the roof can't get to him. He would shoot a corpse until it's disfigured, and then go after his family. He would pay for your college tuition, and then ask you to kill the dean. He would fix the fucked up streets, and ask a tax from the people to pay for it. He made a free hospital, that actually records everything about you, and steals money every month without you noticing. His goons are looming over the entire city, but Manhattan is what is truly under his control, including the information. A group of resistant was created, called the Purple Dragons, but they are constantly discredited and Vizioso's crimes are pinned on them. Vizioso helps this idea that he's innocent by helping rebuild buildings he destroyed, but not the families he killed. When people realize they've been dupped, and lost everything after trusting Don Vizioso, they go after him, and then join the resistance. The mutants are a menace for his organization, and they won't destroy what took him so long to build. Plus, if he could capture them and sell them, he could make a good buck out of it.

The Purple Dragons are angry people, most of which have been wronged by Don Vizioso, that let their anger known. They are demonized by Don Vizioso and the city, and cast aside. Hun is their leader, driven mostly by anger and resentment. He always feels as if everything is being stolen from him and reacts impulsively and violently, which has often has negative effects in his life. He tries to aim that anger directly onto Vizioso and his energy into taking him down. During the raids to places that would weaken Vizioso, Hun goes wild and is often the reason for the bigger property damage. After hurting his loved ones when he was little however, he is always careful to not hurt people unless they ask/agree to it (like for a spar or he asks people if they want to fight. If they refuse he insists but doesn’t lunge for it anyway), or to defend himself or the people he wants to protect. Only when it’s directly and immediately. The few crimes they do commit in order to fight Vizioso is often the justification for the other, bigger crimes Vizioso commits and pins on them. Hun knows that getting mad at that and being violent back would only make their reputation worse, but he refuses to stay idle or passive in the face of the mafia boss. Hun, Koios Streight (the voice of reason), Nermin (tries to better the reputation of the Purple Dragons and deal with the damage. She's the n°1 reason Hun reigns himself in property damage). Also Koios and Nermin are dating. it's like irrelevant to anything ever. All the purple dragon things they wear is merch from Lynthia's legends (donnie's fav books) because it's about dragons and the color theme is purple.

Miss Chow, Malo and Arune are a little recomposed family. Miss Chow owns a food stall called "Chow's food and drink" in Manhattan. Arune and Miss Chow are married, and each handle a different job for the stall. Miss Chow is the main face and makes the food and such. Arune is usually working on paperwork and taking care of the finances and going to pick up Malo from school… Malo is from Miss Chow's previous marriage. She loves her moms but she's very very shy. She’s also partially deaf, but is able to hear pretty well with her hearing aid. Miss Chow is battling cancer, and thanks to Arune’s incredible talent in handling finances and worming through admnistrative, they’re able to stay afloat and have most of her treatment covered. Arune had a congenital malformation, and due to the fact she spent her entire life disabled and surviving America’s legal system, she really knows her way around their traps.

8-ball needs to feel like she has control over her life, and herself. After 18, her parents pushed her out for her to become independent, but 8-ball struggled and failed to get a job. Desperate and unable to seek refuge at her parents’, she was extremely grateful when a kind man took her in. What she thought was kindness turned out to be abuse, as he used her fragile mental state to control her. His constant pressure to be more beautiful and thinner, and her need to feel like she still belonged to herself led her to the dangerous path of controlling her food. It started small, not allowing any snaks after 2PM, then it became not eating more than once a day, then that one meal became smaller and smaller. It felt good, to be able to control that, to see the changes on her body that at last SHE was making happen. One day, as he hit her, one of her bone broke, due to malnutrition. He realized that his puppet would no longer work, and he left. 8-ball was right back where she started, in a much worse condition. Her control over her life kept slipping away, even with him gone, and it only amplified her need to control her food intake. Then, an evening she looked in the mirror after showering and it hit her like a truck. She was not okay and she needed help. But with no job and barely surviving, she couldn’t afford the help. She had no support group, nothing. So she made one, with other girls that like her were struggling and needed help but couldn’t get any professional one.

She is slowly relearning to eat without the swirl of guilt and horror to appear, but it’s very hard, and set backs happen often. But she’s going to survive it, she’s determined to make it. She wears wigs to hide her falling hair, and contacts because she likes it. Her favorites are the 8 balls ones.

The Turks were originally just a support group for disabled girls to talk about their problem, but it quickly turned into a way for them to expel their anger and sadness at being abandoned by society. It was founded and is being lead by 8-ball (favourite weapon baseball bat), along her two right arms, Aïda (spiky punchy things) who has down syndrome and is tired of being pushed aside, and Ruth (knife hidden in cane), an old black lady that seems fragile but will tear you apart, earning her the nickname “ruthless”. The gang often trashes the city and beat up people that make comments on their appearances. They tag a lot of walls about the city’s abandonment of disabled people and the lack of help and care for them if they do not fit hyper-specific criterias. As well as they are constantly judged due to their disability, leading to an impossibility to get jobs and sometimes even housing. They are led by 8-ball, that cannot fight due to her fragile physical state, but is the voice of their group. As the group gets known, they are being joined by other women, that while not disabled, are victims of societal or domestic abuse, and wishes for things to change. Of course all of this nuance and why the group was created is being pushed aside by medias and they are being labelled as a violent mob gang that only wishes to create anarchy. All their messages through tags are not relayed by the media, and some of them even present 8-ball and her right arms as big strong men (because how else could they have trashed the street ?). They are regularly being stopped by the turtles for hurting people, whenever it goes too far. However the mutants have never stopped them from writing their messages, as long as they didn’t hurt anyone. For a while, the girls abided to the rules, but they are getting tired of their messages disappearing in the wind. They need to do something big. To finally be listened to. Also this women only club does accept trans women, who goes through the same selection as everyone else.

it was originally a support group for women to reunite and talk about their problems and such. now, sure they trash the place but technically that's still the case. It's a support group for women about women discrimination, which includes all women, but it's a support group for women. Like that's just it. It turned into a gang which isn't great, but yeah. Plus it's not like a windmill. There's like questions they ask you before you join and stuff. It's a group that includes everyone that has experiences woman discrimination, and so includes trans women and Ft anything. Of course regardless of gender or build or whatever if you start being an ass you get kicked out

General Blanque is loyal to his country, and after that the world. He will defend it from any threats, and after New York City’s mayor gets attacked by monsters, and the mayor gets convinced to stay inactive, General Blanque decides to act in the shadows, helped by his assistant Lonae. It would take him a while, but he would get rid of these pests, before they fester and grow. He has a plan for a special squad of trained criminals, as he could not use soldiers without being noticed, and he’d grant them immunity if they succeed... Lonae is a model secretary and assistant. Always proper and straight, remembering all the meetings and accommodating her general whenever she can. Dutiful and loyal to a fault, especially to her clan’s leader, Shredder. She’s a wonderful spy, not once suspected by the General. Shredder stays aware of all the political movement happening in New York, without ever giving away her precious asset.

Libby and Harold Lilja own the store “Friendly neighbourhood store”, in the end of Brooklyn, towards Staten Island. Originally both graduate of a science PhD, their paths led them to each other, and in the end, to this little store that is their pride and joy. They met Splinter and the turtles when they were still little, as Splinter was trying to steal for food. The Lilja were the first ones to welcome the mutants with open arms and help them out. They are considered precious allies, despite not being in each others life all that often (not visiting each others houses or anything). Both of them are very outspoken pro-mutants, despite Harold being generally very quiet, and Libby avoiding political discussions.

Oxymary's maker, nicknamed "Ox" by fans. They're a bit fan of non-human creatures, going as far to inspire their main guiding character from a non-human, and then always dressing up as them when they go out. Which is ironic, when you know how anti-mutant they are.

Ox, making the game : "ommmmmg so like monster characters are soooo cool, so mysterious and interesting, and different ! i love how different from us monters are :D" Ox, as soon as they learn about mutants "oh ewwww what the hell is that kill it with fire"

The mayor is sooo important. He's so important you know. A big important man, that needs to be respected. And taken care of because he works soooo hard for this city. A good business man. A big boy. He can yell reaaal loud if you don't listen to him ! So brave ! So imposing ! He's doing soooo well, his mama sure thinks so. She supports him when he goes after the big bad monsters that harmed her baby boy ! Like a superhero.

James Bond is just a guy. He likes animals, and he’s a trans man who had Bond as his last name and just ran with it. He’s the only pro-mutant vetenarian in an anti-mutant clinic, so he keeps a low profile but he helps the turtles when he can. Nothing fancy or big, just a guy doing his part.

[itty-bitty-sunshine]

Trust — 2k words

Two for one deal au

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"Do you really trust them?" Your brother asked you quietly, both of you sitting together on the hidden corner that lately had come to be your new "room". It was not yours by any means, and the both of you only spent three nights in it as of yet, but it had improvised beds for you and was were you were told to rest.

You did not need to ask who he was referring to. You knew he meant Sun and Moon, the two (one?) animatronics this room actually belonged to.

You can guess how that doubt rose up on his mind, with how friendly you had been acting with the two caretakers the last few days and nights you spent stuck on this damned mall. They even gave you your own little whiteboard for you to communicate with them, which you eye from where it lays on the ground near the far wall.

As friendly as you acted, you did not trust them.

Sure, the attention and care was nice, but there was no saying how long it'd last. You'd rather die than trust them — which was probably what would happen if you let your guard down, anyway. As aloof as you played, you were just as observant as your brother. Your lives depended on it.

There was no saying how long they would bother to keep up their show, or if they would turn around and start acting like just the same as the animatronics that hunted you down for sport as soon as you stepped a foot into this place. Of metal or not, as far as you know, they could be just as good as the adults you and your brother are always running from. They were bigger, faster — the best you could do was to get on their good side to give the two of you even the slightest chance.

You blink slowly, and finally shake your head at your brother's question.

He regards you quietly, and sighs with a scowl. You watch as he slowly lifts a finger to his mouth and chews on the tip of his nails — it doesn't look tasty at all, but you don't question him.

"We need to get out," he says in vain. The original plan had been to escape during the day, but the daycare attendants did not give you the chance. You don't know how they managed to keep you hidden for so long (your brother guessed they somehow messed with the cameras, and you don't understand enough to question it), but they take the two of you to the daycare when it's day, and back to this room when it's night. At least you think so, since there's no windows in this place. Regardless, they keep an eye on the two of you at all times. You hate it.

You do not answer your brother. There's nothing for you to say. Not like you said anything since coming here, anyway. Although you were never of much words, you used to at least talk to Star — however, now, the idea of talking to even him made your throat close up. You blamed it on the strange environment.

You pondered for a moment, and leaned forward, much to your brother's confusion. You refused to get up, but wiggled your way through the floor until you were able to reach your whiteboard. It was so incredibly dark you could barely see it, but your eyes were used to it enough to write. Hopefully Star would be able to read.

"And Freddy?" you write and show him. He takes a good moment to read it.

"... he is our safest bet right now," he answers sheepishly, avoiding your gaze. You knew Star trusted him more than you did, but you weren't sure how much you actually believed in what he said. You don't do much but shake your head. Your brother stares incredulously.

"If you've got any other plans I'm all ears," he says frustratedly, voice rising for a moment before he caught himself. You wipe the board and write again.

Or rather, draw.

A simple but understandable drawing: a bunny with a X on top of it.

The bunny lady needs to go.

"And how exactly do you think we should do that?" He asks you sarcastically. You know he already thought of every single option he could in the past two days. You've talked about this before. Plans with exploring at night with Freddy by your side — of maybe following Moon into his patrols, whatever that is. You both are yet to ask either of them to let you. You despise the need to ask, you know your brother does too. The plans were not fail proof, which is why you hadn't done it yet.

You do, however, remember Star's fazwatch getting messages every now and then when you walked around the first night, employees notes and costumers complaints. If you walk around, If you find more, then maybe you two can come up with something.

You just need to be careful with the rabbit lady that goes around at night.

You clean up your board, and write in it again.

"Let's go play in fazerblast tomorrow!! :D" you write cheerfully, expression not even close to match the tone as you turn it for him to read. He squints his eyes for a long moment to try and figure out what you had written. He then stares at you, confused beyond all hell as to where you are going with this.

"...sure, okay," he relents, waving his hand. "If those metal scraps even let us," sighing, he pats you in the head.

For good measure, you write again at the bottom of the board, this time not cleaning what you had written before, instead letting it sit along with the new text. "YAAY! YOUR THE BEST,"  you write big and excitedly, drawing happy faces and hearts along with it. You tried to make it look as if you were the happiest you could've been when writing this.

You don't know how adults work. Or animatronic adults, for what matter. Your bet is on the behavior you watched from far away — maybe if you look excited enough for something, they'll let you? Maybe if you ask really really nicely with the prettiest please and promise to behave your best?

Regardless, you put the board aside. You don't need a clock to tell it's late, and that your brother is tired. Moon should be coming back soon, too, and is for the best if neither of you are awake when that happens.

You push your brother with little to no strength, a way to tell him to lay back down on the improvised mattress. He resists it a first, grumbling and sighing loudly as a way to show his displeasure in having to do, but eventually lays back down. You pull the blanket up to his chest and pat it twice, shooting him a smile. You lay down on his side, hand pressed to his chest for as long as it took for him to fall asleep.

When he did, you sat up, ignoring how offended your brother would have been if he knew. You crawl your way to the tube entrance of the room and sit down in front of it, staring outside. It was pitch black, and you could not see a single thing — still, you felt safer keeping your eyes on it for a while longer.

You doodled stars on the edges of your whiteboard to escape the boredom, the only thing keeping you company being your brother's light snores. There was not even a clock to tick.

Putting your board down to your side eventually, you lay your upper half on the tube entrance, crossing your arms over each other and laying your head on them. You just had to wait for the moon to come back.

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You're not sure when you fell asleep, you hadn't meant to. Still, you slowly blink awake as you feel soft red light engulf you. Hazedly you open your eyes, only to find artificial ones staring back at you from the other end of the tube.

You startle badly, practically throwing yourself backwards at the somewhat familiar yet unexpected sight. The air catches in your throat as panic builds up steadily at the bottom of your ribcage.

Moon's face plate tilts slowly to the side, and he hold his hands up where you can see them. He glances apologetically at you, even if all your half-awake mind can focus is how there's a red eyed creature staring at you in the pitch blackness of a room you're locked into.

You let out a deep breath, though, once you hear the cling of the bells. You allow your gaze to fall to the small golden-ish circles sew to the ribbons on his wrist, attention caught by the way it reflects the led lights that emanates from his eyes. You don't know when it started or why so quick, but that was a sound you associated with him. With them. And for now, they meant safety, as dubious as it was.

You stared at his optics again, taking another deep breath, shoulders relaxing and letting go of the building up tension in it. You did not flinch away when he carefully, slowly placed one hand at the end of the entrance, looking at you for a moment as if asking permission to enter. When you did not protest, he pushed forward at a turtle's pace, finally stepping into the room after what felt like forever, but you appreciated nonetheless.

After the shock passed, you felt the tiredness pounding on your head all over again. You thought you would've been fine, but seems like taking a short nap got your body craving more rest. You rubbed your heavy eyes, much more reluctant on keeping them open at all now that there was another person with you. You were too tired to think about how bad that fact was to your whole not-trust-them plan.

Moon shushed you gently, metallic fingers running through your braids with care. He tells you that's no place to sleep, and that you should get back to bed — that it's alright now, he's here. As you simply nod at his words, you fail to notice him eyeing the little with board he almost crushed when stepping in. He pays attention to it for only a moment before carefully putting it to the side, out of the way.

You crawl your way back to the improvised mattress, next to where your brother still laid sound asleep, snoring quietly. He twitches slightly as you sit down, eyes opening for a mere second to see who it was — when he confirms it's only you, he's fast under again.

You lay down, stretching your arm to grab a plushie you had been keeping close these past couple of days — it was a Sun plushie, given to you during naptime and that you now claimed as your own. You bring the toy close to your chest as you hug it, and you feel the covers being pulled over you as Moon tucks you in.

Looking at his face, you see nothing but softness reflecting back at you through now white eyes. For that, you give him a smile. You can't tell him goodnight as you would've liked to, so you just pat his hand before yawning and turning to your side.

It takes only a minute for you to fall under into deep sleep. You did not need a music box this time around.

Already asleep, you are unable to see how the animatronic carefully sits itself at opposite end of the room, leaning against the wall. His head clicks curiously as he glanced at your board, which was empty when he left.

Such a silly thing, but the entire board was happily filled into the prospect of it.

Maybe it wouldn't be too bad to let you walk around for a little while.

[datlokibumtho]

EDIT: I said I'd add more, and so I shall. I swear, the more I rewatch it, the more abserdity crosses my mind. I forgot some, so I'll add those when I remember them.

Rewatching the Mugen Train Arc, and there are a few things I noticed that I shall now share with you. I will add more as I think of them.

▪︎Rengoku's mom is hot

▪︎You will never be able to convince me we didn't see Akaza's O Face during that final attack.

▪︎Why didn't Akaza just drag Rengoku along with him to escape? All that oomf he has, and you're telling me one dude is too heavy? Nezuko can carry someone easily while in baby mode and was strong enough to curbstomp Daki, and you're telling me Akaza, Upper Three, the fourth most powerful demon in existence can't drag one guy along for the ride while bailing? I'm calling that shit hard.

▪︎Tanjirou's VA knocked this shit out of the park.

▪︎I call bullshit that Rengoku didn't activate his Demon Slayer Mark during all that.

¤ Edit: I now know why that didn't happen, so nevermind this one.

▪︎While we're on the topic of Rengoku, can I just briefly express my confusion as to his dream of choice when Enmu put him to sleep? Out of everything he could have dreamed, all the scenarios his mind could have conjured up, he chose "that one time I did something extraordinary and my dad didn't give a shit" followed by any given day of the week. Tanjirou got his family back, Zenitsu got to spend time with the girl he loved, Inosuke got to do whatever the fuck that was...and Rengoku's got an alcoholic father who doesn't give a hair on a witch's tit if his kids live or die, a mom that's still dead from illness, and last Tuesday, the Tuesday before that, and the Tuesday before that, also known as his everyday life. Why? He could have had a father that was a presentable human being again, a mother that wasn't dead or ill, a happy life...and he bypassed all of that. Just. Fucking. Why.

¤Edit: upon further thought and some amateur analysis of his psyche, the dream probably revolved more around time with his brother, or his boundless optimism making him think every day is a gift or worth celebrating or special somehow. Or maybe he just has a really bad imagination.

▪︎Rengoku just gave Enmu his first brush with heartburn.

▪︎Look up the lyrics to Homura by LiSA, and I believe you will join me in saying fuck whoever chose the music. Why they gotta do that? Why?

▪︎Get you a man that's an absolute goober, a total badass, a complete and utter derp, a major sweetheart, and a super serious hot mess all at once. Get you a Flame Hashira. Get you Rengoku Kyoujurou.

▪︎"I'm a box lunch vendor" wasn't suspicious until he said it wasn't suspicious. Then it became suspicious.

▪︎Rengoku moving his ass like "Total Consentrstion Fuck You I'm A Hashira" speed mode activated. "Ecceleration Mode", for anyone that's up on older anine.

▪︎Pigtails runnin' her way through Rengokus dream world like the edge isn't invisible and she was at zero risk of slamming face first into it.

▪︎God damn, Tanjirou, right between the man-titties. Rude as fuck.

▪︎Tanjirou: smells blood in a snow storm, Muzan in the middle of Tokyo, identifies people by their scents after only meeting them once, can smell character traits

Rengoku: two cars down from them, chowing away at bento, unnoticed

Zenitsu: hears thing down to a celluar level and can figure out what something's species and intent are based solely of of their sounds of existsnce

Rengoku: two cars down from them, practically yelling "tasty" repeatedly, unnoticed

Inosuke: has super insane instincts and the ability to lock onto things miles away

Renkgoku: STILL just two cars down from them, living his best life with a crapton of bento, unnoticed

Tanjirou/Zenitsu/Inosuke: "Wonder where the Flame Hashira is."

▪︎Slasher demon: "No one's faster than me!"

The Other Speedy Stripy Boi Of The Mugrn Train Arc: "Destructive Death: Kick-Your-Ass-Faster-Than-The-Speed-Of-Sound-You-Scrub Type."

▪︎Rengoku's Dream World: sunshine, daisies, and fatherly rejection

Rengoku's Subconscious: flaming hellscape

Enmu's Lackey: "What the flip flap fuck is going on with this man?"

▪︎Enmu: shocked Zenitsu did anything while under his spell

The rest of us: "Yeah, it was always gonna go that way, chief."

BONUS: ORIGINAL WATCHTHROUGH THOUGHTS

▪︎My thought process through my original watchthrough eons ago: "Rengoku is a silly mans. Rengoku is kinda cool. Rengoku is utterly endearing. Rengoku is awesome. Rengoku is one BAMF. RENGOKU IS DEAD."

▪︎My almost simultaneous thought process through my original watchthrough eons ago: "I can't believe he dies, he's so amazing and wonderful and i love him. Ok, he dies in this fight, and now that i know the man, i instantly hate whoever did it. Oh no, he's HOT! My emotions are very mixed right now. My emotions are completely decided in their stance, and I am getting teary-eyed over yet another ficticious character."

▪︎My afterthoughts of my original watchthrough eons ago: "Akaza is the absolute worst, that pretty face, hot body and smooth af voice cannot change that. Wow, Muzan was mean to him after he did his damndest. My opinion can not change now that I have seen Senjurou, he is a wonderful little cinnamonroll, and Akaza must remain the worst. He can be terrible and still look good. I mean, are he and his utterly whorish waist and very lovely, somewhat delicately featured face really to blame or is Muzan or psychosis of some kind? Wow, that's a nice hourglass physique and horribly tragic backstory."

▪︎End conclusion from my original watchthrough eons ago: "My opinion of Rengoku has done a 180. I would die for Senjurou. I will probably never truly like Rengoku Shinjurou despite understanding that grief and disillusionment do strange things to people. Akaza is too hot, broken, and in a weird way endearing and lovable to hate. I loves me a tragic backstory and damaged man. I DO NOT HAVE A NEW SHIP I DO NOT HAVE A NEW SHIP I DO NOT HAVE A NEW SHIP"

▪︎I had a new ship

[mandarinasart]

Spicy Noodles

Sameko was foaming with rage, when she entered the convenience store, looking for the cheapest and spiciest cup of noodles. Why was she  mad? Guess what?! Smartass Gintoki had to point out how much she enjoyed the days in J High and lacked focus on finding Yuko Shibata, the very reason why they were in Seoul in the first place. And the worst part? He was right, even he said it without ill intention, he was so fucking right and she refused to eat his food for dinner!

As she stood in front of the shelves, looking for the extra spicy brand of instant noodles, she pictured how her best friend's face would cringe from the sin she was planning to commit.  

An evil grin formed her lips when she found the red packaging and reached out to it. Just to see that another hand was reaching out for the exact same one as well. Her head turned and her eyes met with the tall guy in a dogtooth pattern coat, who also stopped in the movement. Never did she believe that something like that could happen to her, especially in Korea of all places, but her mouth went dry and her heart skipped a beat as she continued to observe the face of the stranger. He was not handsome at first glance, but he had a significant beauty in his facial features, was more slender in face and body, though the strongest eyecatcher to her were his eyes. 

Sad eyes.

As if the boy felt her observation he suddenly formed his lips to a polite smile, which did not reach his eyes.

“Ahaha, sorry. Please go ahead. It’s all yours.” he said and took one step back from the shelves, offering her the last spicy noodles.

Charmed by his voice she stood there like a forgotten toast on the table, admiring him a little longer. Cheeks warmer than usual. When he cocked his head, still with that fake smile, she gathered some self-respect again and shook her head. 

“You should take them. Pissed people don’t deserve tasty food more than sad ones.”

His eyes widened and his smile died.

“Sad?”

“Your eyes gave you away.” Then she took the red package out from the shelf and placed it into his hand.

“Enjoy.” With that she turned and speed walked out of the store, without looking back. And she just knew her face was red like a tomato. Damn, she needed a friend to talk to! Was it really possible she could have fallen in love at first sight?! WAS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE?! After she rounded the corner, now sure he would not see her, she started to run. 

FUCK IT! GINTOKI, YOU BETTER HAVE SOME TASTY RAMEN READY!

Kim Gi-Myung Pov:

Sad eyes, huh…

Gi-Myung looked at the Instant Noodles in his hand. Working for his uncle was living hell and he craved for something that reminds him of the comfort of his home and family in Gangseo. With a small huff he went to the register and paid for his little piece of home. The girl’s face was always in his mind, at first he did not care to take a closer look, but he must admit she was very pretty and her solicitude warmed his heart. 

As he left the store he looked at the direction she took and a very small part of him hoped to see her again. To thank her for her kindness…and maybe invite her for dinner.

On that day, the noodles tasted especially good.

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Had this scene for a while in my head :3 I am super soft for Jake Kim/ Kim Gi-Myung and I could not resist to throw my OC Sameko at him.

Regrets? Not in this house ~

[staenless]

STEDDIE LUNCHBOX FIC PART THREE

It was a week be

Sorry this took so long Ive been busy with beauty school and struggling with motivation tbh lol. Looking back at the previous two parts this needs a LOT of editing but honestly I don't think I can rn so you'll all have to suffer through unedited chapters for now, sorry! Anyway I'm very tired rn so I won't hold up with authors notes anymore, I hope you all enjoy this and please share your thoughts (they fueled this chapter tbh)

It was a week before Tommy passed his lunch on again. Eddie sat in his cubicle nose flaring at lunchtime everyday, a pavlovian response to the clunk-tick of the bento box popping open. He could smell meats, vegetables and fruits, cheesy pastas and salt-buttered rolls. Under it all he could smell that sugar sweet ginger and floral scent, Steve.

Eddie's own lunches were rare, and when he did lower himself to eat at the company café he always found it wanting. Nothing quite matched up to a meal made painstakingly by hand. He wondered if this was part of Tommy's cruel mockery, to hand him something he was unworthy of to let him taste heaven, then snatch it away and leave him stranded in a world of bland flavorless slop.

That wasn't to say the café food was bad. In actuality it was surprisingly good. The young woman who ran it had been part of a government program to teach underserved highschoolers skills, and her meals were wholesome and tasty. She had baked a cake for the company holiday party, and when she say Eddie savouring the bites she confided her secret: a third of the flour was substituted with corn flour to give it a texture. It was the best homemade cake Eddie had ever eaten, though he had very little to compare it to.

So no, the food at the café, the bar and the grocery store and - godforbid - Eddie's own kitchen wasnt bad. It was of a higher standard he was used to, and it was filling and tasty, and he ate what he liked instead of what his guardians decided he should eat. But none of it had the taste of Steve's hands on it, and so none of it could ever compare. He mindlessly shoved forkful after forkful into his mouth, chewed and chocked it all down. He missed Steve's food, after only tasting it once.

The day Tommy decided to grace Eddie's desk with the tin lunchbox again hadn't started out special. In fact as the clock slowly ticked into the luncheon hours Eddie had long resigned himself another cafe meal when Tommy's cackled echoed across the floor.

"Nah, he's going into heat soon so he's been extra bitchy... I've had to pull late night's just to get some damn peace"

Eddie's hackles rose. Omegas in preheat needed stability, reassurance. Spending hours away would just make their preheat anxiety worse, something Tommy was either too stupid to realise or too cruel to care.

"Aw c'mon man," one of the stuffy suited alphas beside him gave Tommy a heart shoulder clap, "heat is the whole point of marrying an omega, right? Man what I'd do to get to fuck one, is it true they can't think of anything other than cock?"

Tommy's low chuckling makes Eddie grit his teeth,that was basically conformation. He's out here discussing his omegas private, vulnerable moments like it's water cooler gossip. Barely containing a growl Eddie peaks over the cubicle and finally spots the group by the - oh for fucks sake - gathered around an honest to God watercooler.

"Yeah the fucking is great, he always bitches about wearing a collar but once he's in the heat of it," smattered giggles, "he forgets aaaalllll about it. Almost makes the week before worth it. Almost." The last line sounds almost spiteful, but his cronies don't seem to take note.

"How'd you even bag him? I mean sure omegas aren't that rare but I hardly see any that aren't mated, especially a nice tame one that'd pack me lunch."

Something in the air turns sour, and when Eddie peaks over again in a bizaar mimic of an old whack-a-mole game, he can see Tommys face twist and turn in on itself. He seems torn between frustration and pride, like a dog showing off its gold plated collar.

"It was a family thing," he says, the vague answer telling just enough for his buddies to drop it while still answering their question. He glances down at the lunch box in his hand and his upper lip twitches in disgust, then his eyes rove over the office cubicles before locking onto Eddie. Shit, too late to duck down, and Tommy marches over, smarmy smile stretching over his too-white too-straight teeth.

"Munson!" THWACK. Ow. "You not having lunch?" Tommy leans down, weight on Eddie's shoulder where his fingers dig in just enough to make Eddie want to bite him. But the possibility of getting his paws on that lunch box, on Steve scented food, outweighs his instinct to fight the alpha trying to impose himself.

"Shit man," his grin is all teeth, "I hadn't even noticed the time! Guess I'll have to run down to the cafe and pick something up, huh?" It's fake. It's so fake and they both know this conversation is just a formality, the conclusion already known.

"I'll save you the trouble," Tommy should have persued an acting career, the script sounds so natural as he straightens up and clacks the lunch box onto Eddie's desk, "I'm heading out to lunch with the boys, you'd be doing me a favour." The last part doesn't sound like a lie, and if Eddie wasn't so desperate for the lunch he'd wonder why Tommy was so desperate to get rid of it.

"Thanks man," he spits out to Tommys retreating form. He mutters something - likely demeaning - to his cronies who titter, then leave together like a pack of cackling hyenas.

Eddie launches from his desk and flies to the rooftop, lunchbox clutched desperately in his hands, cigarettes forgotten. Once he reaches his usual spot his pops the lid, thrumming with excitement at the sight of another note. Ignoring the food over the sweet omegas words he plucks the folded yellow paper and gingerly unfolds it.

"please come home early"

His heart plummets. Right. Steve is in preheat, he obviously wants his alpha. But Tommy said he was avoiding Steve, and now the note confirms that. Please come home early, but no "I miss you" . No "love Steve". It seemed impersonal, something like an order, or begging, but without the hope either of those entail. He recalled Tommys other statement. It was a family thing.

Eddie was familiar, though distantly, with the idea. Arranged marriages were hardly a thing anymore. The star charts, the burnt herbs and entrails spread out beneath a crones trembling hands was far too gouche for modern metropolitans. The payments in silk and bovine too backwards and simple for their forward thinking ways.

Marriages were a more democratic affair for the rich and wealthy, planned out in wood panelled offices with huffing cigar breaths, Alpha to Alpha, the prospects of mergers and inheritance trumping starsigns and blood types. Arranged marriages was for backwards, superstitious folk, agreements were for the rich to keep the money in arms reach. Steve and Tommy were an agreement.

And by the looks of if; no mating bite, avoidance during preheat and the tone Tommy musters when discussing his spouse? Not a particularly blissful agreement. Still. Please come home early, Steve must find some comfort in Tommy's general existence if he wants him around over a trusted family member or close friend. Or pup. Tommy never mentioned a pup, but whether that was because he didn't have one or didn't care much to talk about it was somewhat up in the air.

Eddie brought the note to his lips, just toughing, and breathed deep. The ginger of Steve's scent was less sweet now, his preheat brining out the spice. Something like pepper ticked the back of his nose, pulled the air from his lungs and a final floral smell brought him back in, the sweet aftertaste of a spicy treat. The flowers smelt fresh, Eddie could recall the lily's at his mother's grave smelling the same. Somewhere in his mind he knew that comparison should scare him, but the memory of her grave after the funeral had always been rose tinted by Wayne's kind smile when he took his hand and gently lead him away. Eddie pulled the note away and his lips twitched up, that floral after taste was definitely lily's.

Eddie spared the food a glance, and as delicious as it look, he had something else on his mind. He looked down at the note in his hands, his hind brain sparking to attention at the scent of the omega, and the idea of him home alone in preheat. Eddie wanted to comfort him, to sooth his nerves and let him know he was safe and loved. He wanted to pace the door in front of their den, while Steve nested inside, to protect him from any intruders and serve him. To hold his hand, his waist, to pillow his head on Steve's chest and listen to his heart beat and bathe in his scent.

He couldn't. Steve was married, as much as Eddie's hind brain shouted "not mated" and Steve didn't even know Eddie, let alone allow the alpha into his nest. But Eddie couldn't help it as he pressed the note to his wrists and neck, mind whirling with ideas on how to comfort the omega. Somewhere between kissing Steves fingertips through fruit and the ginger of his scent burning Eddie's nose, the alphas heart had already pledged itself to the omega, already bared itself - pledged itself to his service. If all Eddie could offer was comfort, crossing lines of proprietary was no hurdle.

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@2moth-anon2

Stolen kisses at the cafe

Erwin x Fem!Reader

Mafia AU, modern AU, fluff, romance, cafe owner reader, kissing, pet names.

Erwin visits the love of his life on his lunch break. As soon as he sees you he instantly goes into loving mode.

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A buzz of excitement went through Erwin as he drove away from where he had a meeting to your adorable cafe. The love that Erwin had in his heart for you was unmeasurable. His world was you. No matter how much he had due to his job, it never brought him any joy, only you did. Erwin wanted to spend all his money on you.

Once he parked up he ran into your cafe to see you were behind the counter and the place was full of wonderful people, as usual. He hurried over to the till, grabbed the counter and leaned right over. He crashed his lips against yours and hummed in happiness.

He pulled back and chuckled at your surprised look. "Hello, my tasty muffin."

You giggled. "Hello, big bear. What can I do for you?"

He reached over and played with your hair. "Take a lunch break and come on a date with me." He grabbed your hands and showered them with kisses. "Please."

You nibbled your lip. "Well, my private office is free."

He nipped your finger. "Perfect." He released your hands and climbed behind the counter. He hugged you tightly and chomped on the crook of your neck. "Can we have a few things to eat?"

"I'll get a selection." You picked a tray and selected a few sandwiches, cakes and made drinks. Everything was cute-themed, so it had little sweet animals on such as bunnies and cats. "This okay?"

Erwin nuzzled your neck. "I would prefer you, but your food is always delicious." He grabbed the tray. "I'll take this."

You walked over to the line manager and chatted to her about your lunch break. She was incredible with the cafe when you weren't there to run it, she was your lovely hero. You gave her a little wave before joining Erwin in your office, who had happily made himself at home.

Erwin smiled at you. "My tasty cupcake."

You locked your office door and walked closer. "You look comfy."

He sat back on your sofa, his blazer off, tie off and hair messy. "You make me feel this way." He patted his thigh. "Come sit on my lap."

"We have to eat though."

He reached over and grabbed your wrist. "I know, but I want you to sit on me."

You sat on his thigh. "I've heard that line before."

He chuckled. "You have. I do love it when you do." His big hand massaged your thigh. "May I have a kiss?"

You leaned down and kissed him. "Always." You tangled your fingers in his hair and kissed him over and over again. "I love you, Erwin."

"I love you too, my little strawberry."

You picked up a sandwich and fed Erwin. "Eat up, handsome."

He moaned as he happily ate it. "You're an incredible cook and baker."

"Thank you." He helped him drink his coffee. "I'm happy to feed you."

"Mm, you should eat as well. Please?"

You handed Erwin his sandwich and picked up your own. "Mm, delicious."

Erwin kissed your neck a few times. "You're so perfect. I love you so damn much."

You smiled at Erwin. "I love you too."

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Acción de gracias con Coquito!

Miles invited his friends into a big Thanksgiving party his parents are hosting- well his mother hosting. For weeks Rio had planned a big party for Thanksgiving being the one in charge of hosting it. She spend days writing dinner ideas, calling family members on who's coming or bringing side dishes. She even got her mother to come by with more distant cousins she grew up in Puerto Rico.

Jeff been running around like a headless chicken trying to get everything ready for the date. He knew how much his wife loves celebrating this holiday mostly about being with family and giving thanks or blessing to God about the life they have. To him, he never had the luxury of being Thankful or enjoyed these holidays as much as his wife did while growing up.

Now, he has the family he always wanted and a beautiful wife he loves so much, he does whatever for her. Rio had him going to grocery stores to buy the biggest Turkey to bake, she gave him a big list of ingredients to buy.

In five days before Thanksgiving, Miles been helping his dad get groceries. Little Billie in her seat in the cart being happy to join her dad's and brother's adventure. Jeff took his phone out to look at the list, "Oh boy... your mama is going all out this year!"

"Well, cousin Maria is coming by with her family. Abuela and cousin Angel with his family are coming tomorrow. Jorge and his new girlfriend are coming with tía Marcela. Doña Josephine is coming by because cousin Reyna invited her.... There's Jose, Joseph, Jesus, Maya, Diamond, Destiny, Carlos, Blanca, her two kids... then Christian's family. OH, Adrian, Carmen, Alondra, Soli, Chiquita, um..." Miles counted the guest list from memory, "Damn, I think she invited everyone from Puerto Rico."

"Cousin Paula, Miles!" Billie happily jumps in her seat being excited to see her little cousins. The games they could play!

"Oh lord, this is gonna be one expensive bill. Be prepare to only eat rice and leftovers for two weeks, son." Jeff grunts at the massive party. "Get some Honey Smoke ham- make it two."

"Got it." Miles knew this party meant so much to his mother, so he didn't mind the help. The cart soon being full with so much stuff, Billie got her box of cookies.

"You think Abuela is gonna make her tasty pineapple cake?" Miles asked Billie.

"Uh HUH!" Billie will put on her cute face. Everyone loves Abuela Gloria's pineapple caked, it's one of the best cakes ever.

Miles help push the shopping cart while his dad look at the receipt. Then, Hobie ends up calling him, "Hey, bae." Miles answered his Smartphone while making funny faces at his little sister.

"Oi, Sunflower. Wanna come by and hang out?" Hobie asked, he wanted to spend time with his man.

"Sorry, bae. Not right now. My mom got me and my dad running errands for Thanksgiving." Miles explained.

"Oh, I could help, luv."

"You sure? Because my mom is different when Thanksgiving is around the corner. I mean, very different. She turns to like this scary woman wanting everything to be perfect." Miles put Billie in her cart seat, "One time, she totally cursed my dad out for getting the wrong milk."

"Isn't Thanksgiving a colonizer holiday?"

"Pretty much, but everyone in my world doesn't care about the past. They're happy they get a day off from work and school, and stuff their face. My mom sees it as a way to be Thankful and have a big meal with the ones you love." Miles points out while buckling his sister in her car seat.

Billie giggles at her brother, "Hermano! Galletas!" Her hands reach out for her snack.

"Okay, boo-boo. Let me find your cookies..." Miles put the grocery bags into the car, then dig in one of the bags to find his sister's favorite cookies. He handed her a packet for her to eat.

"Gracias!" Billie happily said as her small hand took a cookie from the bag to eat.

Miles talks on his smartphone while putting the rest of the groceries into the trunk. His dad helped him. "Bae, you can come by if you want, but I think I'll be so busy. I have cousins coming by. Family members from Puerto Rico!"

"No worries, luv. I want to help as much as I can." Hobie happily said, "I'll be there in a jiffy."

"Alright, don't say I didn't warn you." Miles hums, "My mom should be home so you can help her decorate the house, clean up and stuff."

"Make him clean the guest room for his grandma." Jeff gave a hearty chuckle.

"Yeah, he needs to work!" Billie spoke, "I work!" She eats her cookies. Frankly, Billie was pointing at items that her mom wanted and she wanted like her precious snacks.

Miles laughs, "Don't worry he will."

Meanwhile, Hobie came by the Morales' place expecting a few guests to arrived. Nope, turns out some of Mamí Morales' family members were there helping her clean the house.

"Ello, mamí Morales." Hobie made his way through the chaotic crowd trying to clean the area and moving things to the building's roof. His dark eyes spotted Rio in the kitchen having her distant cousins moving a lot of groceries.

"Hola, Hobie! Mira!" Rio shouted at her cousins, "Este hombre guapo es novio de mi hijo. Se llama Hobie." She went over to placed her hands on Hobie's shoulders, the punker froze from all the eyes of Rio's family members.

Normally, he can charm his way to anyone, but meeting the love of his life's distant family members. Trying to be a peaceful gentlemen? It's unheard of! If he was in his world, his body would turned into white out with exclamation point.

"Se habla español?" One of Rio's distant cousin asked.

"No, el es de inglaterra!" Rio smiles widen as she gave Hobie a firm shake of excitement.

"OHHHHHH!" Almost everyone was surprised to hear that.

"Bebe té como se muestra en las películas?" A young teenager cousin sitting on the couch spoke Spanish asking Rio.

"Do you have tea and crumpets?" Another cousin said in a Puerto Rican accent.

"Well..." Hobie bites his bottom lip being shy, "Actually I prefer Ale than tea. Though I do enjoy an evening tea with some biscuits." The whole family staring at him with a big smile on their face then they laugh.

"What's so funny?" Hobie pouted as he looks at Rio.

"Oh, don't worry about them. They like to make jokes. They like you." She hums with a pat on his back.

"Hey! Hey, HO-BERTO!" An older man said to Hobie, "Do you... how you say.... do you say, como se dices, 'Ello Governor'" He did a very weak British accent due to his think Puerto Rican accent.

"Se llama Hobie, papá." One of his eldest daughter corrected him.

"Ay, tío. Stop bullying him. He will answers all your questions later. First, he needs to clean the guest room for mi mamá!" She took her son's boyfriend to the messy room. "Sorry about that. They never met a British person before, especially Puerto Ricans tend to stick to their community." She tapped her fingers together with her lips pressed, Hobie now knows where Miles got that expression from.

"It's alright, mamî Morales. I'm just a bit shy by all the attention. Hobie admits.

"Hah, you shy?" Rio giggles, "I never seen you so shy. Well, don't be. Puerto Ricans love to be loud, proud, and parties! You'll fit right in with this family." She let her hand rest on Hobie's left shoulder showing assurance to this family. The punker gave her a sincere smile, this is the first time he's meeting Miles' massive family.

Hobie saw the guest room being a mess, good thing Rio helped him for a bit, until she called for her cousins to help him. Then one of her relatives put on some salsa getting everyone hype. "Who wants beer?" A adult male cousin went to the fridge to take out cold beer for the adults.

The punker saw some family members dancing to the music as they cleaned. "Do you know how to dance salsa?" An older woman asked Hobie as she took his hands to dance with him.

"Ahh, no." Hobie shyly said, he knows he should try. He always dance with Miles, since his Sunflower loves to dance. Oh man, he loves watching Miles dance, his body swaying and his foot movement was so intense. Hobie gets hot thinking about it.

"Oh come on, do this. I'll lead." The older woman happily teaches his salsa, "Though boots are probably hard to move in, Rockero." Giving him a nickname, he wonders if it meant Rocker or rock? He needs to ask Miles about it.

Hobie laughs hearing everyone making jokes, telling stories as they cleaned up and make room. "Ay, Rio. Don't you think tía Alma and her kids should stay with me?" A woman same age as Rio asked, "I don't think there's a lot of space..."

"Oh there is. We'll have some of the younger boys sleep in Miles' room, and some kids in Billie's room. Then, cousin Rickey, Chiqi, Tiny can sleep in the living room. Mi mamá y tía Alma will share the guest room." Rio explained the arrangement.

Hobie frowns seeing he won't be able to sneak in when Miles' cousins will be staying his room. "Oi, Rockero. Want a beer?" One of the older man asked the man.

"Tío! Es demasiado joven para beber." Rio said to her uncle.

"Ahh, Cuando eras joven, te dejaba beber. Es sólo un poco." The older Puerto Rican man wiggles his silver mustache then handed Hobie a beer. "Es un hombre! Cuando tenía su edad, bebía con mis amigos."

Hobie looks at Rio, who gave a slight shrug, he looks at the rest of the family. Should he drink? "It's fine." Rio's cousin giggles, "As long as you drink under our supervision."

"How old are you? You look like you're twenty five?" Miles' younger cousin asked sitting on the couch playing his Nintendo Switch.

"I'm twenty." Hobie said.

"Oh he'll be twenty one in no time. It's alright, Rio. You use to drink all the time when we were young." Rio's cousin laughs.

Hobie chuckles hearing Rio stammering for any excuse, it's funny seeing how her family started picking at her. It seems to be a thing in her side of the family. "Well, cheers, mate." Hobie finally said to Rio's uncle with a cling of their beer.

"Haha, Cheers." Rio's uncle grins widely as they drink their beer.

After an hour passed, Hobie was able to clean the guest room and the messy closet. Rio went through what to give away to her younger cousins. One of Miles' cousin said, "Hmm, I can make a dress out of this." She holds Jeff's old jeans seeing the large size, "A simple tube top with a mini skirt." She's a Seamstress and was able to find anything for her to reuse, "Amalia, venire!"

"Yes?" Her younger daughter stopped organizing the old toy boxes, to go over while her mom uses her as a model.

"Hmm, made a cute short jacket over it." She nodded at the ideas.

Then, the front door swung open revealing Jeff carrying bags, and Miles holding Billie in one arm while he hold two large bags. "Hello!" Jeff said, "What is dis? A party up in here, hehehe?" He laughs in a dad laugh way.

Miles said, "Wow, this place looks a lot bigger with out all the stuff." His eyes widened the living room rearrange.

"My toys!" Billie saw all her toys in her toybox, she pouted seeing all her work went back in the box, "Nooo!"

"Billie, mi amor. We had to clean up para tu primos." Rio went over to pick her daughter to give her a kiss on those soft round cheeks. "You can always rebuild."

"Mmm," The little girl shove a cookie into her mouth to think. "tal vez."

Miles cheers her up, "It's okay, Billie. You can make it bigger and better! Rebuild and rejoice!" Billie's eyes sparkles at her brother's inspiring words.

"Si! Si, Voy a reconstruir! Lo haré más grande, más fuerte! Gobernaré con puño de hierro!" Billie preached out loud with her cookie holding out as a promise.

"Ohh, she's so good with her Spanish." Rio's cousin smiles to see the little girl.

"y tu? Puedes hablar español ahora?" Rio's uncle went to pat Miles' back giving him a firm shake.

Miles awkwardly said, "Yo esto aprendiendo a- umm a poquito!"

"Hahaha, Beuno. Necesitas aprender." He started to lecture Miles the importance of learning Spanish.

Miles could only agree and nod about it, he's been working on it. Yet, his Spanish isn't as good as Billie. He could make sentences and answers, "Si, tío. Yo esta... umm aprendiendo."

Billie greeted her cousins seeing them surrounding her, "Awe, your so cute Billie. Billie over here. Hi, Billie." She chews on her cookie giving a shy smile.

Jeff saw Hobie drinking, "Uhhh, Rio...?"

"My tío made him," Rio kisses her husband's cheek, "Just ignore it."

"Hmm," Jeff didn't like seeing Miles' drinking yet he knows it's better under their supervision. "Alright. Well, I gotta get more groceries."

"I'll help pops." Hobie set his finished beer down to help Jeff with the groceries.

"So, Miles, your boyfriend is kinda a hottie." His cousin Maria, who's two years younger being nosy, "How did you pull that? Especially a British one?"

"Does he actually eat crumpets?" A little one asked Miles while he unpack groceries.

"Oh, does he eat this big English breakfast!" Another little girl who's eating some Cheese puffs spoke.

"Well... umm, one and a time guys!" Miles became super overwhelmed with his family members asking so many questions. "Look my boyfriend isn't the typical British boy, he's umm... like umm... hmmm."

"Like what, Sunflower?" Hobie peaks over to his boyfriend being amused. "Hmm, am I a gentlemen? A stallion? Your prince charming?" He teased making his boyfriend turns red, Hobie always knows how to make blush. Hobie being charming got Miles' cousins ohhing and awing at the way he talks.

Later, Billie had one of her older cousin help her rebuild her blocks, "Bigger!" She demanded.

Jeff eyes on his daughter, "Babe, I think our kid is getting the leadership over her head."

Rio being busy serving coffee to her relatives, "Ay, she's fine. She likes to play around." Jeff watches Billie smack the block down wanting colors of blue and purple in one building.

"Huh..." Jeff took a bite of his sandwich watching his little girl dominating her little cousins and older ones. "Now, Billie-" She turns her head giving him a stern look that reminded him of his wife, "Nuthin' sweetheart." Billie smiles before going back to her cousins.

Miles being able to move his things around in his bedroom. Hobie saw the extra mattress on the floor next to Miles bed, "Oy, luv. Why you're putting your markers up high?" Hobie walks on the wall, being alone with his boyfriend in the room.

"My little cousins tend to snatch things and ruin them. My mom accidentally given them my Copics and they broke it." He pouts placing his Copics in the highest shelf, he made sure all his figures, comics everything that's his little cousins could get their hands on.

"Ahh, I see." Hobies placed his boyfriend's anime figurines and Funko Pops on the top bookshelves in a milk crate. "What about you Vinyl?"

"Oh these are going to be in the bottom cabinets, locked with a key." Miles already had a full plan with his things. "I don't mind sharing, but these are my Uncle Aaron's things. I would die if they are ever ruined on my watch. Heck, even Billie knows better."

"Speaking of lil Blu," Hobie asked, "What about her things in her room?"

"Oh, she's too bossy to let our little cousins ruined her toys. She'll make sure of it. She tells it like it is and don't care. I can't do that since I'm older, you know." Miles hold one of his Uncle's favorite Vinyl with a soft smile.

Hobie got down to the floor, then head over to touch his Sunflower's jaw pulling his face to look at him. "Hmm? Bae?" Miles' clueless face made him look extra cute.

The punker leans over to kiss his boyfriend being so enchanted by his innocent stare. Why is his Sunflower so cute? Miles let out a gasp before taking in the kiss.

"OHHHH! They kissing!" A young boy shouted out loud being nosy.

"OHHH!" Miles' cousins that are around his age teased. "In the room all alone?"

"Man, you guys are snitches!" Miles pulls around to say to his cousins.

"Ay, not our fault you left the door wide open!" His cousin, Julia laughs.

Hobie chuckles as Miles went over to cash them out and play fight with them. This is going to be a fun week!

And Hobie was right!

The punker met more of his Sunflower's relatives, it's hard for him to remember certain relatives when they have the same name. "Juan." Hobie said to the young man.

Miles corrected, "That's Juan Pablo, bae. Juan is over there eating all the Mangú." Pointed at the other Juan wearing a red shirt.

"Oh, then who is dis? I called him Juan." Hobie rub his chin looking at the older Juan sitting next to Jeff as they watch a football game.

"Oh, that's Juan Gonzalo and over there is Juan Jr. Then there's my tío Juan Carlos, which he's not really my uncle but a family friend that's considered as family. OH, you met Juan Jr's kids right? Juanita, Julia, Josephine. Oh, and there's Juana, Jolio and Jose, but that's distant cousins from my grandma's aunt side of the family." Miles went on and on.

Hobie got dizzy from all the names. "Oh, and you met my great-great uncle, Antonio Juan Pablo Morales Rodriguez? He knows a lot of stuff about activism, he's one of the main reasons my grandma always fight the rights of Puerto Rico."

Miles' grandmother laughs out loud with her relatives, "Ay, I wish Jaime was here to see this." She smiles at the family photo album.

Rio happily stares at her childhood photo, "Ohh, Extraño ir al patio trasero de doña Rosie y llevarle cocos."

"How we would sit on the beach and drink it and feel the sun." Her cousin hums while holding a baby in her arms.

Hobie inhale sharply then turns to his boyfriend, "Sunflower, I'ma need a family chart..."

"Hahaha, alright. There's a lot of Morales lore, tho." Miles saw his great-uncle secretly pouring a shot of white rum in his lemonade. "Tío!"

"Ah?" His great-great uncle tries to look confused.

Hobie laughs at the way Miles went over to tell his relative shouldn't be drinking when he's on medication.

During the upcoming days till Thanksgiving, Hobie got to meet a lot more of Miles' relative; most of them were nice. They all enjoyed a good party, dancing and drinking. It's like every time he visited them, they seem to be awake telling stories from their past either drinking coffee or drinking beer with some sort of snacks. Music will plan in the background.

Hobie did enjoy helping Abuela Gloria when she asked him to help rearrange the guest room. "Así, a little more to the left." She guided Hobie to move the arm chair a bit to the corner so her sister can sit and watch television. "Right there! Gracias, Obie."

"De nada, Abuela." Hobie placed the arm chair back to the corner.

"Ay, you're a good man, Obie. Miles' must be so happy having a strong man by his side." She happily cup his face. Hobie's eyes gleams being praised, he felt like a good boy filled with so much love.

Miles came by with his head peaking from the doorway, "Abuela. Bae. Mi mamí made Quesitos! Tío Antonio made coffee, too."

"We better go eat some before they get cold." Abuela Gloria took Hobie to the living room.

Miles smiles at him seeing how he's getting alone with his family. "No es así! Hazlo bien!" Billie said to her little cousins who were banging her toys on the floor. She put them into time out and giving a lecture while they looks down in shame.

"Boo-boo, be nice to your primos. Don't be mean and share." Miles happily said to his little sister.

"Okay, hermano!" She happily listened to her big brother instead of her parents. She runs to get a hug from him.

"Awe, como ella se alma a tu hermano." Rio's aunt awed.

"Oh yeah, those two are like pan y queso making a delicious Quesito." Tío Antonio took a bite of his own cheesy pastry with his black coffee having a little shot of white rum in it.

Hobie saw the older man giving him a shh look with a wink. This made the punker chuckle, "What a rule breaker!"

When Thanksgiving arrived Hobie visited his Sunflower early in the morning, he was tackled by Miles in his room, "Sunflower? Getting kinky, no? Won't we get caught?" He playfully teased, then noticed his cousins weren't in his room. "Wait, where's-"

"Bae, I want you to know my family is making a big dinner. Remember I told you my mom loves Thanksgiving?" Miles fixes his punker's plaided pinned tie, he decided to wear a punker style white collar shirt. "My mamí been in Beast mode with cooking the food since early in the morning with the help of my Abuela and tías. Whatever you do, you do not eat until it's time and no matter what! And I mean no matter what, you try every dish on those tables!"

"Sunflower, come on. I've been to your family's Thanksgiving dinner before. I know the drill." Hobie was about to open his boyfriend's bedroom door, "I'm going to say hello to Mamí Morales and Abuela-" He opened the door getting hit by loud shouting from Rio, "JEFF! Dónde está el Adobo? Y el culantro!"

"Dónde están los huevos? ¡Estaba planeando hacer flan! ¡JUAN PABLO! ¡Te dije que no podías comer mermelada de guayaba!" Abuela shouting out loud.

"Dónde está la leche de coco? ¡Compré cinco ayer!" One of the tías shouting out loud as she looks through the cabinets.

"Tío Antonio used it all to make Coquito." One of Miles' cousins said.

Tío Antonia taking a sip of his Coquito, "Mmm, perfecto! Letting it rest over night way back in the fridge is the secret." He chuckles.

The children screaming at each other while watching cartoons. Miles' cousins running back and forth trying to get ready for the party. Hobie could only describe pure chaotic fun.

Jeff had a piece of sweet bread in his mouth muffling to his wife while putting on his thick jacket, "Get me the list. I'll go buy it while the store is still open."

The punker closed the door before looking at his boyfriend and said, "Sunflower, I'm marry you and be apart of this family." He kisses his boyfriend on the lips.

"Bae! This is no time to enjoy the chaos! I gotta go with my dad to get ingredients. You try to help my mom and grandma, okay? Also, if they say try it! You try it and give your honest opinion. Especially when something needs more salt. My tío Hector always complains about it."

"You got it, darling. Don't worry. I'll be on my best behavior." Hobie said as he watched his Sunflower putting on his jacket and thick boots. Miles quickly rushes out hearing his dad calling his name. The house became loud with voices from many family members and music playing.

Billie being in charge of the young children, she stood on business. She made sure all of them stayed in the living room with her cool fort. "Enter!" She made them go in.

Hobie walks out of the bedroom seeing the teenager girls running up and down trying to get their hair done and makeup done. "UGH, GABY!"

"MARI!" The other teenager scoffs as they were shoving each other going into the bathroom to fix their damp hair.

The teenager boys helped their dads and uncles to set up on the rooftop with chairs and music. It may be cold around this time, but they got outdoor solar lanterns. Since there's more people, they thought it would be better this way.

Hobie was about to go help the men until Tío Antonio pulled the young man towards him, "Prueba esto, hijo! It's Coquito."

"Oh, rum in the morning? A bit of a dare-devil, sir?" Hobie asked with a smirk on his face, his hand took the glass cup filled with the drink.

"Hahaha, when your old as me, your allowed to be daring." The older man chuckles out loud.

"Hobie, venir." Abuela calls out to him, "Prueba esto." She gave him a spoon full of her Cabbage salad. "Well?"

"Mmm, needs a little bit more pepper, lovely." He smack his lips.

"Here try this." One of Rio's tías made him try a Macaroni salad.

"And this!" Another of Miles' relative asking him.

It's been a long morning, Hobie thinks he could no longer try anymore food. He felt his stomach bloated at this point.

Jeff and Miles came back with double the amount of groceries from last time. They were so exhausted they had to sit on the couch for the moment. Miles found his boyfriend snoozing away with his belly bloated, "Bae, did you eat?"

"No, I had to taste test and it was a lot. Don't worry, I'll eat when it's time." Hobie groans.

Miles went over to snuggle with him, "Awe, bae. At least, your having fun."

"I always have fun being with you and your family, Sunflower."

"Awwweee, I want a boyfriend like you, Obie!" A little girl watching them with her eyes sparkling, she wore a fairy princess dress.

Billie huffs, "No, Obie take brother away from me!" She quickly climb up to sit and snuggle with her older brother, "No Obie boyfriend! No!"

"Awe, but he's mi Sunflower." Hobie playfully teased giving his boyfriend a hug making Billie upset.

"NOO! Me!" She hugs her brother with an angry pout.

Miles chuckles giving a kiss on his baby sister's cheek, Hobie pouts so he kissed his cheek. "Love you!"

Thankfully- Huh, ironic of Hobie to be thankful on a Colonizer propaganda day- He was already getting hungry for food. All the food was ready at six pm and he saw everyone gathered around. Miles told his boyfriend, "Bae, most of my family members are Catholics, so it's going to be pretty hectic."

"What do you mean?"

"Well... remember last year how my grandma pray for Thanksgiving dinner?"

"Yeah, luv. I have no problem in listening, though I can't say I understood what she said."

"Well, it's going to be a long one since most of the elders are here and my great uncle is making the speech." Miles explained, "Just letting you know it's gonna be long one."

"It's fine, luv. I'll do anything to make you happy."

"Bae," Miles felt touched by his boyfriend's word, "you don't have to, but I appreciate the dedication for our relationship. Mwah." He kisses his man's cheek multiple times.

"Wow, ya'll are really lovey dovey- all oogy googy!" Miles' cousins name Dulce winced at the two, "I'm so jealous."

The family gathered around to listen to Tío Antonio's long praying, Miles wasn't lying when Hobie had to stand listening to the old man giving a ten page prayer. It didn't bother him since he knew Miles' family are good folks, kind and generous.

Abuela Gloria shed a tear when her uncle blessed the family, and how he's happy he live a good long life. He wants everyone to achieve their dreams, keep their culture alive and God protecting them from any obstacle they come in. He give thanks about the food they have on the table.

Hobie saw some of the family members tear up when he told the tale of how his own mother and father had to work to provide one small chicken for a family of twelve. He always gives thanks to what they have and the importance of family. Hobie could only make out a few things, he still remained silent. Miles held his boyfriend hand tightly when his great uncle mentions his family as he went down the long list of every family group.

In the final part of the prayer, the older man of the Morales family blessed the family members that passed away like Jaime, Miles' grandfather and Aaron. Jeff shed one tear hearing his brother being mentioned, even Miles sniffs.

"Ahem!" Tío Antonio finally finished.

"Ahem." Everyone said together. Then, some of the family members went up to him to give him a hug and kiss on the cheek. They were complimenting his beautiful prayer.

"Don Jeff! Cut the turkey." Tío Antonio said to the man of the house.

"Me?" Jeff held Billie in his arms being in shock.

"Sí, you are the man of the house." Tío Antonio sat down being exhausted due to his age.

"Well- actually my wife runs this house." Jeff jokes.

"AHAHAHAH!" Rio's cousins laughing out loud.

"Ay, Jeff." Rio scoffs with a playfully smack on his shoulder, "Go cut the turkey. He's giving you the okay to cut the turkey."

"Alright. Alright." Jeff said having to hand Billie over to his wife. "Um, gracias tío." He said to Tío Antonio.

Billie watches her dad cutting the turkey, "El pavo. Yummy!"

"Sí, mmm rico." Rio kisses her daughter's cheeks with joy.

Miles saw the joy in his dad's eyes, he knew his dad and Uncle Aaron had only each other. Their dad wasn't around, and their mother focus on their work too much. When their mother couldn't take them anymore from the thug life or protect them from the streets, she kicked them out. Sadly, she passed away after that. Jeff and Aaron were the only ones that were family. For Jeff to lose a brother then being part of Rio's family, he felt whole.

"Look at that bae. Tío really made my dad's day." Miles smiles then turn his head to his boyfriend, he noticed his boyfriend wasn't at his side. "Hobie?"

"Sunflower!!!" Hobie being dragged by Miles' cousins and aunts to the table.

"Hobie, remember to serve a bit to try anything." Miles spoke to him like they were in danger. That's the only advice he can give, his family made so much food he swear this could feed an army.

"Hobie! Hobie! You gotta try some pernil!" One of Rio's aunt said.

"No, try my Arroz con Gandules!"

"No, my pasteles."

"NO, my tostones!"

Hobie had a bib wrapped around his slender neck, suddenly his mouth being stuffed with food. Rio saw Billie laughing at him, "Hahaha."

"Thank goodness it's not me." Jeff grunts. "I remember when I was like that."

Rio giggles, "Hopefully, he doesn't choke."

Hobie never ate so much food in his life, he thought Mamí Morales served him a lot. He thought he was prepared for this! Miles had to encourage him to try everything. Everything was delicious which he made sure to say, "Es rico! Mmm, delicioso!" It made all the relatives super happy.

Then, Tío Antonio offers his a drink of white rum, "Let's have a drink, Obie." He happily serve him.

Hobie with his mouth filled with food, he chews while nodding, "Mmmhhmm." He took the glass of rum to drink. The two cling their glasses then took a whole chug down. "ARGHHH!" They said.

"Tío, you're not supposed to drink." Abuela Gloria said.

"Gloria, it's the holidays! A little won't hurt." He gave a mischievous smile, "Así! One more! One more for good luck." He pours more into Hobie's cup.

"OH fuck..." Hobie was also trying to get drunk Miles' great great uncle. "Well, ole' chap. Lets drink for good health!"

"Eso es más parecido!" Tío Antonio happily cheers as the two drink and eat.

In the end, he got a big belly full of food, and tipsy from all the drinking. Luckily, he was more exhausted going in a food coma. Billie sat in her spot with Miles while they eat, she chews on her arroz con gandules, "Por qué es así?"

"He ate too much, Boo-boo. Let him rest. He gotta be ready for dessert." Miles hums.

"Ohhhhh!" Hobie let out a deep burp feeling so full. "Sunflower, rub my belly."

"You're so goofy, bae." Miles laughs while his hand gently stroke his man's bloated stomach. Billie chews on her pernil as she watch the two.

"Normally, you gotta get seconds." Miles whispers in his man's ear being playful.

"Ohhh!" Hobie burps again.

"Augh, bae!" Miles wave the smell away from his face.

"You were in the way." Hobie snickers then groans, "I'm too full to laugh."

"You're gonna have to suck it up, bae. Dessert is coming." Miles chuckles, "My tío Antonio might want you to drink some more rounds with the men."

"Ughh! Give me time to..." Hobie knocks out feeling so full.

Billie laughs, "He's goofy!"

"Yeah, he is."

His nap was cut short when dessert came out for coffee, some family went upstairs to dance and enjoy being snuggled in their jacket looking at the cityscape. Miles went upstairs for a bit dancing with Billie, until they came down to find Hobie waking up. "Bae, come on. My aunts made Tembleque, flan, Arroz con leche and mi Abuela made her pineapple cake!"

"I'm coming." At least the food gone down, he slowly got up giving his body a good stretch. Then, he got yank by Miles' relatives to have some coffee and desserts.

Rio said, "Hobie, you want a full cup or half?" She pours coffee into cups.

"Half would be fine." He said seeing his plate being filled with dessert treats.

Billie went over to get her cookies, "Mmm, gallatas are my favorite!"

Miles pick her up for her to get a few from the plate. "Dulce knows how to bake."

"I love vanilla ice cream with sweet plantains." Billie's eyes sparkles seeing her mom making her a plate.

"I want that cake." Miles been craving for his Abuela's pineapple cake.

Miles went to Hobie to help him finished his plate, "You don't mind sharing, bae?"

"Oh please do. I'm getting full." Hobie said, "Everything is so good, but my stomach is still stuffed."

"Don't worry bae, I got chu." Miles got his fork to take a bite, he sat next to him to chew.

Tío Antonio came by with some glass filled with Coquito, "Now, dis isn't for... umm... bebe rapid- no!" He mimics taking shots, "It's to savior. Chupito! Un chupito de Coquito." He let Miles and Hobie have their own glass.

Jeff was about to protest until his wife said, "It's only one time, mi amor. Mi tío abuelo wants to drink with his grandchildren."

"Ohh alright." Jeff sighs, seeing Miles taking the glass. "But I'm going to let Miles know the safety of drinking. He won't be underage anymore."

"I know, mi vida. Next August, he'll be twenty one." She sighs at how fast her baby boy grew up.

Miles cling his glass with his Great Great Uncle, then took a sip, "Mmm, this is so good." He actually like drinks like this instead of beer.

Hobie sips, "Mmm, Chupito?"

"Sí, un chupito! Pasito Pasito." Tío Antonio chuckles being happy his drink came out so delicious. The sweetness of condense milk enrich the coconut milk all complementing the white rum. Miles could barely taste the alcohol.

"Oh, puedo probarlo?" Billie asked.

"Sorry, boo-boo. This is for adults." Miles said.

"Awe." Billie pouts with her arms crossed.

"Ay, miamor! Abuela made you and los niños Coquito con chocolate." She serve the little girl a cup of warm Coquito with Chocolate.

"Ohhh! Gracias, Abuela." She blew then took a sip, "MMM!"

Hobie saw everyone enjoying themselves, "Sunflower."

"Hmm?"

"Thank you."

"What?" Miles asked.

"I'm thankful for having you."

"Awe, me too, bae." Miles snuggles against him as they slowly eat their dessert together. "Love you."

"I love you too, Sunflower."

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Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x You (OFC)

Warnings: Swearing, Smut (MDNI 18+ Only), fluffy smut, oral (female and male receiving), light spanking,

Word Count: 1.5k

Summary: An inspirational moment hit when I reached 69 followers and I pulled this together. Finished it just in time for 96 followers. Thank you all you lovelies who read along, like, comment, and reblog.

Masterlist

69/96 Followers Celebration

"Good with the door, hun?" Jake asks you, nibbling on your ear in a very distracting way. His lips slide down to your neck and the short stubble on his chin tickles your neck.

You giggle in response, dropping the keys in the process

"Oopsy," you say, as you lean down to get the keys from the dark porch, the few, (fewish?) gin and tonics you had earlier at the Hard Deck make your head swirl.

Concentrating very hard you pick up your keys out of the two sets swirling in your vision. Just as you pick them up, Jake gives your very vulnerable ass a slap causing you to giggle even more.

"Save it for the bedroom, dear," you try to stay sternly to Jake, only earning a school boy giggle from your very tall and manly boyfriend as you shake your finger at him.

"Yes, ma'am," he drawls, the Texan lilt more apparent after the few tequila shots he had earlier in the evening. He snaps his hand so fast to salute you that he upsets his own balance and has to take a step back.

More giggling ensues as you force yourself to unlock and open the door, Jake hot on your heels.

As soon as you cross the threshold, you and Jake are pulling each other's clothes off. Jake pulls your dress up and over your head, his lips finding yours as soon as they're free of cloth.

"You mentioned something about the bedroom, El?" he whispers, huskily, sliding his lips down your jaw.

"Sounds good to me, lead the way," you reply, working on his belt buckle and jeans. Each step towards your bedroom leaves another piece of clothing on the floor. By the time you make it to your bed, you're both naked. Jake is standing next to the bed and you give him a gentle push on his pec; he falls dramatically back on the bed in one smooth arc. He scoots back to get his entire tall frame on the bed; it is a king bed but it looks like he barely fits. Once he has settled you kneel at his feet on the bed and start, what you hope, is a sultry crawl up till your head is even with his belly button.

In a mischievous moment, you lean down and blow a raspberry on his very defined ab muscle next to his navel, earning you an amusing squawk from Jake.

"You're not playing fair, El," he half heartedly complains, his recognition of where your mouth is now going causing his breath to hitch.

You are concentrating on kissing, licking, and gently nibbling down his treasure trail to his rapidly growing cock.

Jake has looked like a tasty snack all night, black leather jacket, and black button up, and black pants that showcase his very sculpted ass which is all working very well for him. The whole outfit gave him a menacing air that made you squeeze your thighs when he picked you up tonight. The thought of getting your mouth on him has plagued you all night, making you grip the edge of the bar at the Hard Deck as he leaned over to make a pool shot. You nearly dragged him into the bathroom to suck him off right then. Somehow you had shown some patience, enough to get you home to this moment.

You finally reach your prize, reaching out a hand to stroke up his length and lick the bead of precum off the dusky red head. The taste makes you moan and you pull his cock into your mouth and as far down your throat as you can take him in one pull.

Jake's hands fly to you head, pulling your hair back into a makeshift ponytail, he hisses, overwhelmed,

"God damn, El. You're going to make me come too soon."

"I can't help myself, your dick is just so pretty," you moan, kissing up the length.

Jake laughs above you,

"Pretty? I'm not sure how I feel about you calling my dick, prett–." His retort is cut off by you pulling his pretty dick into your mouth again. He lets you bob up and down a few more times before he sits up, mumbling something about,

"Uh un, if you get to suck me then I get to taste you."

Jake reaches his long arms down to grab your hips and twirls you around so your cunt is now firmly on his mouth. The motion awkwardly mashes your face into his abs, his dick slipping out of your hand and bouncing back between his legs. Your short torso is unable to make up the distance between Jake's mouth and his dick. It takes a second for your slightly tipsy brain to register that you are now riding Jake's face reverse cowgirl style.

His tongue is going to town on your clit, his thick fingers sliding inside you. If you weren't already flat on your face, the overwhelming wave of pleasure would have made you wilt. After a few seconds, you pull together enough brain cells to plant your elbows on the bed to lean up and say,

"Jake, this is was supposed to be about you," he adds another finger and you stutter, "Fuck, feels good, but hold on."

You use all your strength to slide back down his torso and grip his cock. You're just about to get the tip in your mouth when he pulls your pelvis back over his face, repeating your face plant move. Jake laughs and asks,

"How are we so bad at 69ing?"

Your fit of giggles from earlier have returned,

"Umm, have you seen how stupidly tall you are compared to me?"

You feel his laughter at your comment on the form of warm puffs of air on your very wet pussy.

"Touche, fuck it," he says reaching for your shoulders. He pulls you back so you are properly riding his mouth.

"You can sit on my face then," he rasps before sliding his tongue into you.

All you can say in response is

"Oh fuck, Jake."

He has one arm around your torso and the other hand is stroking your clit. Your hips start to rock back into his tongue and fingers, you can't help yourself when it feels this good.

His tongue is inside your pussy and his nose is bumping against your other hole, the sensation delicious and new.

His hand on your clit speeds up causing you to falter. Jake moves his arm on your torso so you are leaning back over his head, your hands land on the bed grasping at the comforter. The angle increases the pressure of your cunt on his face. You sneak a look down at his cock; it is still desperately hard and leaking precum. You want to make him feel as good as he is making you feel right now.

Jake doubles down on his efforts, the arm on your torso gliding up to your tits, squeezing and pinching at your nipples. All the sensations ads winding up the coil deep in your belly and you know you're close.

Jake gives a light pinch to your clit and you're gone over the edge. You come hard with a loud shriek and a long string of swear words.

In the afterglow, Jake lets go of the arm clamping your torso back and you lean forward and pull his cock into your mouth as far as he can go, he hits the back of your throat with a few inches to go.

The sensation registers pulling a loud grunt from from Jake,

"God damn, El, warn a guy."

You slide down to get a better angle and Jake's hands follow to your ass. His large hands slide up to knead your ass, and taking advantage of your position he slaps your flesh, the sound ringing out in the room.

The pain pleasure sensation causes you to moan, and whine sending the vibrations through his cock.

"Fuck El, like that," he rasps as you earnestly start to bob up and down his length, his slaps causing you to shriek and whine, his dick twitching each time.

"El, you dirty girl, like getting your ass slapped, like some dirty little slut," he moans out. The tequila making his dirty mouth even more graphic tonight.

That phrase causes you to moan long and low, taking in Jake deeper than before all the way past your gag reflex.

Jake's brain and dick short circuit when he realizes you have just deepthroated him. That knowledge is enough to push him over the edge filling your throat with his come.

The last spurts of his come fill your mouth and you gently slide him out of your mouth, gasping for air, resting your head on his muscular thigh.

His hands slide and rub gently over your back and ass as you both come down.

You laugh, loud and bright into the room. Jake pinches your side gently, questioning your sudden mirth.

Your reply is already making you laugh,

"I don't know what number that was, but I'd do it again in a heartbeat."

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LOVE your ficmas prompt idea! Could you please do River/Sid from Slow Horses + Mistletoe kisses 💋 / Snow ball fight ❄️ (fluffy) and maybe spicy for "Have you been naughty or nice?" 😇??? Thank you in advance and happy holidays!

Anon! It's finally time for my first Sid x River fic!

Happy holidays to you - I hope you enjoy a little snowball fight! ❄️

River Cartwright x Sid Baker fluffy fun!

Snow Much Trouble

Sid tucked her legs further under the blanket, wiggling her toes to try and bring the feeling back to them. The silence was deafening outside, the weird, unsettling silence that comes with a fresh dumping of snow. She had no idea whether the buses were running. Since her arrival at exactly 9.10am (don't tell Catherine she was late), the snow had steadily fallen. Great chunky flakes that settled on window frames and turned the sky an odd grey colour. River had ventured out sometime ago for ‘supplies’ - coffee, biscuits… she should have told him to get real food too, in case they were stuck.

“Colder than a penguins bollock out there,” Ho complained, filling a hot water bottle.

“Do penguins have bollocks?” She asked, blowing into her cupped hands.

“Who cares, it's cold. Where's Cartknob?”

“Went out.”

“In this? I ain't seen a bus down that road for hours. It's like 28 Days Later out there.”

“Well then I'm sure a frozen hoard of zombies will find him very tasty.”

She pulled the blanket up and around her shoulders, standing to peer out of the window.

He was right, there wasn't a soul out on the normally busy street.

“Reckon Lamb will let us go home early?”

“Why? Worried the zombies will fancy a nibble of you too?”

“They should be so lucky to get a piece of my meat.”

Sid wrinkled her nose.

“He's probably waiting to see if we freeze to death here first.”

She turned her back on the window and leaned against the radiator. If she closed her eyes tightly enough, she could almost imagine heat coming from the ancient pipework.

A light thump hit the window behind her.

Frowning, she turned to see a new mound of snow in the centre of the glass.

She looked around it and saw a dark figure in the street below.

Cartwright.

Sid wrestled with the sash window and yanked it open just as another lump of snow sailed through and hit her square in the face.

“Oh shit,” she heard him yelp.

“Cartwright!” She shook the powdery snow off her shoulders where the blanket had caught the brunt of his attack.

“Sorry!” He called up, “was trying to get your attention.”

“You're such a twat,” she muttered, dragging the window back down.

“Are you coming down?” She heard him shout as the window slid into place.

Sid gave the window the middle finger, seeing only her own reflection in the glass rather than his reaction.

“Ugh, yes, I’m coming down,” she muttered to herself. “But only because I’m bored and I'm going to kick your arse.”

“Might come and watch that,” Ho ambled down the stairs behind her. “Love seeing Cartwright get a beating.” He closed his office door from the elements as Sid opened the front door.

“You better have a damn good reason for dragging me out in this snow and assaulting me with snowballs.” Sid complained as she carefully navigated the fire escape steps.

"Just thought you'd want to see how quiet and weird it is out here," he gestured to the normally bustling street which was deathly silent.

Sid rolled her eyes at his explanation. "So you thought the best way to get my attention was to throw snowballs at my head? Seriously? Couldn't you have just texted me, like a normal person?”

"I aimed at the window, not you," he said guiltily. "Sorry.”

Sid huffed, a mix of annoyance and amusement in her voice. "Yeah, I noticed Real smooth, genius. I didn't need a face full of snow just to know it was snowing outside. Where's these supplies you went out for, anyway?" she asked, seeing him empty handed. She glanced around at the handful of abandoned cars, the lack of people on the quiet London street.

Cartwright looked sheepish, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "Ah, funny story actually..." he said, avoiding eye contact. "I kinda maybe sort of lost them on my way back here.”

Sid frowned. "What do you mean 'lost them'? You only went for coffee and snacks. It's a bit of snow, not the apocalypse.”

Cartwright shuffled his feet. "Yeah, about that," he muttered. "I got a little too caught up in the snow and ended up getting into a snowball fight with some other people. I lost track of the supplies in the commotion and, well...they're gone now.”

Sid felt her jaw drop, unwilling and unable to stop it. The laughter came from nowhere, bursting from her loudly amid the snowy silence.

Cartwright looked taken aback, his cheeks reddening as her laughter rang out through the empty street. "Hey, it's not that funny, come on now," he protested, a sheepish grin on his face. "I mean, okay, maybe it is a bit funny, but you don't have to laugh that hard about it!”

Sid didn't stop, she couldn't. Her cheeks, pink from the cold, hurt from laughing. Tears pricked her eyes as she giggled at his ridiculous explanation.

Cartwright stood there, feeling a mixture of amusement and embarrassment as she continued to laugh uncontrollably. He couldn't help but smile at the sight of her pink cheeks and sparkling eyes. "Alright, alright, you can stop laughing now," he said, fighting to suppress his own laughter. "It's not that funny, really it's not!”

She paused briefly to catch her breath.

"I've never heard you laugh like that before," he said in awe.

"I've never heard anything so bloody stupid before, that's why," she countered.

Cartwright feigned offense at her comment, his hand clutching his heart dramatically. "Excuse me, my 'bloody stupid' excuse happens to be true!" he protested, barely keeping a straight face. "It's not my fault, I was ambushed by a bunch of kids!”

"It's just such a you thing to happen," she shook her head, the giggles subsiding.

Cartwright chuckled sheepishly, running a hand through his messy hair. "Yeah, I guess it is a bit. Didn't expect to lose sight of what I was supposed to be doing, though," he admitted. "But hey, at least it made you laugh, right?”

Sid felt the blush in her face, disguised by her already glowing cheeks. "Yeah... well," she trailed off.

“So… what now?” He asked, peering up at the office window.

"I think," she started, sweeping her hand along the windowsill of the Italian restaurant, "you need to pay for losing the stuff," she moved fast, balling the snow in her hands and throwing it at him.

Cartwright's eyes widened in surprise as Sid took aim. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he dodged the snowball. "Oh, so that's how it is, is it?" he teased, his hands reaching out to grab his own handful of snow.

"I can't help but feel I've got the upper hand," Sid teased. "You have already lost one snowball fight, after all.”

Cartwright chuckled, a competitive gleam in his eye. "Oh, don't get too cocky now. Just because I lost one snowball fight doesn't mean I can't win the next one," he replied, a sly grin on his face. "In fact, I'd say with my 'expertise' in losing snowball fights, the odds might actually be in my favor this time around.”

"Me cocky? You're cocky enough for both of us," she laughed, dodging his next shot.

Cartwright feigned offense at her comment, a playful glint in his eye. "Hey, I prefer to think of it as confidence, not cockiness," he retorted, dodging her counterattack.

She darted behind him and managed to drop a handful of snow into his coat collar.

"Ahh! Hey, that's not fair!" Cartwright yelped, feeling the cold snow slide down his back and into his coat. He turned quickly to face her, a mixture of mock outrage and amusement on his face. "That's cheating!”

"What're you gonna do? Tell on me?" she teased.

Cartwright chuckled, pretending to think hard for a moment. "Well, I suppose I could tattle on you to Lamb," he mused, a mischievous smile on his lips. "He might put you on the naughty list for using underhanded snowball fight tactics.”

"I'm in the good books, no chance of that," she said confidently.

Cartwright raised an eyebrow, feigning disbelief. "You seem awfully confident in that. Are you sure you haven't been stuffing Santa's stocking with some extra gifts this year?”

"Eww, Cartwright, I'm not here for the dirty Santa jokes," Sid pulled a face.

River held up his hands in mock surrender. "Alright, alright, no dirty Santa jokes, I promise," he said with a playful smirk. "I'll keep my Santa-related innuendos to a minimum from now on.”

"That's too much Roddy rubbing off on you," she sniggered. "Not literally though, I hope!”

He rolled his eyes good-naturedly. "Please, as if I need Roddy's influence to make dirty jokes," he retorted. "I can manage that all on my own, thank you very much.”

She carefully crafted another snowball, eyeing him warily.

River watched her closely, his eyes darting to her hands as she compacted the snow. He readied himself for the next attack, a competitive smile on his face. "You sure you want to throw that at me?" he asked, arching an eyebrow. "You know I can just throw one back, right? Probably a bigger and better one too.”

"That's what you think," she sneered, launching her snowball at him.

Cartwright ducked to the side, dodging her snowball with surprising agility. Then, with a quick movement, he gathered some more snow and retaliated with a well-aimed throw. "You were saying?" he called out, a smug grin on his face.

"Aahh!" Sid dodged his hit, but bore the brunt on her hip, her long coat getting dusted with powdery snow.

"Ha! Got you!" Cartwright exclaimed as he watched her not quite miss the snowball. "You know, you really ought to work on your dodging skills," he teased, gathering more snow.

"Dodged you for long enough, haven't I?" She teased.

Cartwright shook his head at her retort, his eyes flickering with amusement. "Oh, so you think you can keep that up, do you?" he challenged, a mischievous gleam in his eye. He raised his snowball-filled hands, ready to launch another attack. "Let's test that theory, shall we?”

"Go ahead, I can keep rejecting you for the rest of your sorry life," she laughed.

Cartwright feigned hurt at her words, clutching his chest in mock pain. "You wound me, truly, Sid" he said dramatically, his eyes dancing with amusement. "But I guess I'll just have to try harder to break through your defenses, won't I?”

"Good luck with that, I'm not a people person," she threw another snowball, catching him on the shoulder.

Cartwright let out a laugh as the snowball hit his shoulder, the snow sticking to his coat. "Aha, I see you've got some aim, I'll give you that," he acknowledged, dusting off the snow. "But don't underestimate me. I can be very persistent when I want to be.”

"Like a bad rash, the clap, Roddy Ho... these are not things you want to be associated with, I'm sure?" She laughed.

"Oh, very funny, well done" he retorted sarcastically. "I'll have you know, I'm nothing like Roddy, thank you very much.”

Sid took her opportunity and ran for the steps, the cold metal freezing on her hands as she climbed. River was right behind her. Taking each step two at a time. in the doorway, she gathered as much snow as she could and launched it at him.

The moment she hurled the snow at him, he raised his arms to protect his face, most of the snow landing in the corridor. "Nice try," he called out, "but you're not getting away that easily.”

He bustled through the door, bringing half the snow on the fire escape with him. He reached out, smearing a handful in her hair. Sid let out a shriek, she tried to duck away, but he was too quick. The cold snow ran down her neck, making her shiver slightly. "Hey! Now who's cheating!" she protested, laughing despite herself.

She pulled up onto her tiptoes to wipe her wet, snowy hands in his face.

"Ugghh, Sid!"

"What are you two up to down there?" They heard Catherine shout from the top floor.

When they heard Catherine's voice calling down from the top floor, both of them stopped in their tracks. Cartwright looked up, sheepishly noticing the snowy trail they had left behind. "Uh, nothing!" he shouted back, his voice cracking a little.

Sid pointed at him and silently belly laughed, "you're in trouble," she mouthed.

Cartwright let out a low groan. He shot a playful glare at Sid, whispering back, "this is all your fault, you know.”

"Wahh, wahh, stop being a baby," she whispered mockingly.

Cartwright let out a scoff at her comment, pretending to be offended. "Me, a baby? Hardly.”

Sid squealed as River chased her up the stairs, leaving trails of snow in his wake.

"You're just a sore loser," she teased, reaching the kitchen

River grumbled good-naturedly as he followed her. "Sore loser, huh? Maybe you're a sore winner.”

"Let's not forget who started this whole thing," she warned. “But thank you for declaring me the winner!”

Her gaze flicked to the doorway they stood under.

"Mistletoe," she murmured.

A knowing grin slowly spread across his lips.

"Oh, would you look at that," he said, feigning surprise. "What a convenient bit of foliage, hanging right above us like that.”

"Which dickhead is responsible for that?" She grumbled.

River shrugged, pretending to be clueless. "Oh, it was probably Catherine," he suggested, feigning innocence.

"Well we can ignore it," she brushed off. "Can't we?"

"Yeah, course."

"Or is it bad luck?" she wondered.

"I think we have enough bad luck working here," he laughed, “besides, I don't believe in those kinds of superstitions anyway.”

"Exactly, they're just irrational and fake," she said softly, looking up at him.

River's gaze met hers, a small smile playing on his lips. "Precisely. Superstitious nonsense, that's all it is," he agreed, his voice gentle and low. His eyes flickered to the mistletoe above them, then back down to her face.

"Total nonsense," she whispered, licking her bottom lip.

Cartwright's eyes followed the motion of her tongue, his gaze darkening slightly. He took a step closer to her, his voice lowering to a murmur. "Completely ridiculous," he agreed, his eyes flickering to the mistletoe once more.

Sid's breath caught in her throat as River leaned in closer, his movements slow and deliberate. She felt her heart thump a little faster in her chest, her mind racing with both anticipation and uncertainty.

She didn't move away, her eyes locked with his, her lips parted slightly.

His lips grazed over hers, a soft and hesitant touch that sent a shiver down her spine. He could feel the shudder in her breath, the way her body trembled slightly.

He drew back for a moment, studying her face, his eyes searching hers for any signs of discomfort or rejection.

Instead, her eyes fluttered closed and she leaned into him.

Encouraged by her response, River closed the gap between them once more. His lips pressed against hers more confidently this time, his body moving closer to hers until they were nearly flush against each other.

His hand reached up to cup her face, his touch gentle and tender.

She melted into his touch, a soft sigh escaping her lips as his tongue sought access to her mouth. She parted her lips, allowing him in, and she wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling him closer.

The feeling of his tongue against hers sent a jolt of electricity through her body, igniting a fire deep within her. A moan escaped her throat, barely audible.

"Who on earth has brought all of this snow in?" Catherine's voice trailed through the building, tinged with annoyance. She rounded the landing to see Sid and River locked in an embrace, "oh, I didn't mean to interrupt you both.”

Sid and River snapped back to reality, pulling apart from each other guiltily as Catherine's voice interrupted their moment. They glanced at each other, both red-faced and sheepish.

River coughed, clearing his throat. "No, no, you're not interrupting anything important," he said, attempting to sound casual.

"Sorry Catherine, we'll clean up," Sid offered.

"No rush," the older woman smiled knowingly, "take your time.”

[lizard-shifter-noms]

Still Subject to Change Chapter 29 (NEW)

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Hello everyone! i decided to repost arc 1 of SSTC

(the chapters were way too long and had a bunch of typos but hopefully this will make reading easier)

this Story contains Vore, Dont like dont read.

if there are still any grammatical errors i’m sorry.

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Barsen could probably waltz into any room of the castle and nobody would deem him a threat.

Because he wasn't one, He was just the gardener and tended to all plants here, including the ones inside the castle even if those were just potted flowers and the like.

“Say how do you like the celebration party?

They throw one any chance they get so after a while its just boring”

He was probably right, being at a party was fun but at some point it was enough, also i was pretty sure the music had gotten even louder.

Looking over I was pretty sure some of the musicians were slightly inebriated.

“Well i liked the long yellow fruit”

It had been tasty, and cinnamon bread was something I already knew.

“The Banana?”

That surely wasn’t its name, was it?

“That’s what it’s called? Really?”

“Really, they grow on palm trees in bundles like grapes”

I just stared at him, I didn’t think he was making stuff up as he took his job seriously but at the same time the yellow fruit got more ridiculous by the minute.

Well he’d know better than me, I was no expert on plants.

But if they did grow on palm trees it was no wonder I had never seen one before, palm trees were more tropical plants as far as i knew.

Why was I thinking about the semantics of a damn plant anyway?

Man, my brain felt slightly foggy.

Maybe one of the many treats I ate contained some alcohol after all.

Also it was loud as fuck in here and stupidly warm too.

I’d get some fresh air after I found Rikaad.

Where was he anyway?

“Hey, have you seen Rikaad? Uh i mean the new King, I wanted to talk to him”

He was probably still guilty about the stabbing thing so I wanted to let him know that Oakley fixed it.

“Hmm, well i saw him last in the corner with the big punch bowl, i’m not entirely sure how coherent you’ll meet him though”

Eh, good enough, and knowing him he wouldn’t have had too many drinks.

“Really? Thank you! I’ll head over then, see you around”

He waved and went back to, well whatever he was doing before.

So Rikaad was in one of the corners that had a big bowl.

There were only four corners so that technically shouldn't take that long.

And one of the corners was occupied by the musicians that somehow managed to get even louder to cover the happy and drunk howling of some of the guests.

So that left three other corners to check.

And only two of them contained tables, so I only had to go through half the room.

Walking to the corner that was closest meant I wouldn’t have to walk through much of a crowd, a crowd that had gotten increasingly drunk over the course of the late evening.

Not the most pleasant company to be honest, but I bore it and did my best to avoid any sort of smalltalk from the inebriated patrons.

Weaving through the people was at least something I was already familiar with from my time on the street so I managed to not bump into anyone till I reached the corner.

No Rikaad here, hmm, but there was a plate of more cinnamon bread.

Yoinking one I went back to weaving through the crowd to get to the other corner while munching on the tasty bread.

hopefully Rikaad was still there and hadn’t left for some other table.

Oh wait, there he was, talking to Norrin who was pouring himself some of the punch with a ladle that looked way too fancy for my tastes.

Norrin just waved and gave a thumbs up as he saw me and I noticed that his face was slightly flushed pink, he’d had some of the punch for sure.

Whatever, it surely wasn’t bad if he still managed to hold a conversation.

Rikaad shoved his cup away, a cup that I was pretty sure contained alcohol that he didn’t want to drink judging by the face he’d made when he looked at it.

“Hello Donovan, how do you like the music?”

Back to smalltalk huh, not exactly my favorite part of a conversation.

Well, Norrin was here and until he left neither of us could talk about what we actually wanted.

“I think it’s Loud, like a bit too much so, but i’m gonna go outside later anyway”

The obnoxious music certainly wasn’t helping my brain defog and some fresh air would be nice.

At least the musicians could actually play the instruments, and where some of the better ones I’d heard.

Thankfully Norrin decided to leave at that moment.

“Maybe I can ask them to tune it down? I’ll be back in a bit”

He went up to the opposite corner to try and talk to the musicians.

I immediately turned back to Rikaad after making sure nobody else was within earshot.

“Uhh, well, about the stabbing thing;

Oakley managed to help me so it’s all good now, he used some magic paste or whatever it was so the stitches are gone too”

I didn’t tell him that Oakley had to rip them out, he didn’t need to know and besides it was good now, no pain no wound just like before.

Beides, hearing that what he had done in an effort to help me turned out to be dangerous just because he used the wrong items wouldn’t help.

Even if it had hurt as hell when they got ripped out.

I could see him slightly untense at the information and I hoped he would stop feeling so guilty about it.

“So you are okay now? No lasting damage?”

I nodded my head at his questions.

“No, I’m good, don’t worry, I just wanted to tell you that I’m fine now so you can stop dwelling on it.

Now you have fun at this party, i’m going outside for some fresh air, It's way too loud in here and the temperature is not helping my brain to stay focused and i wanna leave before i do something dumb or embarrassing”

“Your face does look a bit pink, just make sure you don’t fall of the cliff and avoid any Guards you don’t know, i’m not sure if everyone has gotten the information yet that you are a friend”

I nodded at him, I had planned to go back into the Ardua form and sleep on the rock Barsen showed us anyway, Since the shed was still a bit dusty and I had no idea how to navigate the castle, Nevermind that I had no idea which rooms were occupied and which ones were free.

As for falling off the cliff, I wasn’t THAT stupid and the atmosphere here was still somewhat tolerable for me, It literally was just a tiny bit too warm and loud that put a slight fog over my brain.

“I’m not that feeling that bad, it’s just a bit too loud and the air a bit too stale for my tastes, i’ll be fine, oh and if you see Robin tell him i’m back outside by the rock”

“of course, i’ll let him know should i see him”

At his affirmation that he’d tell Robin he saw me I left to go outside again.

As soon as the cool air hit my face I felt immediately better and the fog in my mind cleared.

After all, I was just a bit overwhelmed with that many people in one room, not to mention the overly loud music and way too many people heating up the room just by being there.

Eh, whatever, I already felt better and I wasn’t going to go back inside.

I decided that such events weren’t my thing. 

Aside from the tasty food, There wasn’t much to do anyway and I barely knew anyone.

Walking a few steps away from the castle so I was sure I wouldn’t bump into anything I twisted the gem on the bracelet and was promptly back in the Ardua form,

Shaking the stiffness out from my limbs.

Yeah, way better, and now i didn’t have to worry about anyone flipping out about my pointy ears.

By now word would have gotten around about the green beast that was friends with the king so this probably was the safer option to just hang around the castle as a whole.

There was also the fact that most people wouldn’t randomly attack something this big.

And the long legs were faster than my human form which was also a plus as I could get from the castle back to the rock in a matter of barely a minute.

By now it had gotten dark outside, it was still bright enough to find my way but I steered clear of anything I couldn’t identify.

At least the way back to the rock wasn’t that far and I made sure not to get too close to the edge as it probably was a lot more dangerous to get near in the dark.

Even if I found that I could see strangely well, but then again there was still light from the castle windows.

And the stars, they were actually very pretty even if the light from the castle made them a bit harder to see.

Just to be on the safe side I went to the spot where the boulder went under the dirt, so a good few feet away from the cliff itself.

I wasn’t keen on falling off of that should I fall asleep.

I’d end up impaled on one of those spikes, or drowning if the impact didn’t kill me.

No thanks, living is actually nice now.

Settling on the patch of grass next to the boulder I ended up staring out into the darkness for a bit.

This place was actually really pretty, the castle staff took good care of it even if the floorplan was absolutely moronic, like whose idea was it to build like this?

But so far the garden was my favorite place.

I briefly wondered if Barsen had any helpers or if he did it all by himself.

Surely not, he might be good but nobody could be everywhere at once, And just because I hadn’t seen anyone else working in the garden didn’t mean there was no one helping out.

At a sudden noise that sounded like a snapping branch I turned my head to whatever was disturbing the quiet that was here just a moment ago.

At first I saw nothing, which I attributed to suddenly looking at the light from the castle again, but then I could make out a human silhouette.

With the light coming from behind it was hard to tell who it was, especially since they were hunched over and seemed to have their hands over their ears.

The figure let out a high pitched whine and I suddenly recognized the voice, as well as the mop of red hair they possessed.

“Robin? Are you okay?”

I immediately stood up and went over to him to make sure he wasn’t hurt.

He was acting strange and only seemed to register that I was here after I spoke.

And he didn’t stop clutching his head.

I wished he’d step out of the bushes and into a brighter part so I could make sure he wasn’t bleeding.

“Donovan? I- i… what are you doing here?”

He sounded like hed been crying, oh fuck what happened?

I hadn’t been gone that long so what was going on?

I kneeled down, or at least what was the equivalent of that as Ardua and looked him over.

“Hey, are you okay? What happened? Why are you out here alone?

Are you hurt? Why are you holding your head like this?”

He didn’t seem to be bleeding from anywhere, but that still did not mean that he didn’t get whacked in the head.

He looked up at me and in the sparse light of the castle I could see half dried tear tracks that went down his face.

He was also slightly hyperventilating and trembling, What the hell had happened after I left?

Softening my voice as much as I could, I kneeled even closer to him, attempting to comfort him with my presence.

“Hey, talk to me, what happened?”

He suddenly wrapped his arms around the fluffy part of my neck and kept holding the fur while he trembled.

“I- I’m sorry, it’s just- just too much, way too much, it’s too loud, too bright and there are too many people! I- my brain can’t keep up, it’s just- ! “

He had started hyperventilating even worse as he spoke, and while I still wasn’t sure what was going on at least I knew now that he hadn’t been attacked or otherwise physically hurt.

“I’m not sure what exactly you mean, but if you want some peace and quiet you can just join me in lazing about out here?”

Since he was now very close to my vocal chords I took extra care to not be too loud and keep my voice soft for him.

He just mumbled something that definitely wasn’t words and shoved his tear stricken face into my mane.

Well, then I would have to figure it out myself.

Hooking one arm under him and holding him in the space between my neck and underarm I walked on three legs to the spot I had just left before and settled down again.

This time with a little ginger cuddled up to my thorax and hiding in the fur of my short mane curled up with his hands over his head as if to protect himself from some unseen foe.

The worst thing was that I had no idea what the hell was wrong or even how to help him.

I found it best to try again to get an at least somewhat coherent answer.

“Robin? I’m not sure what is going on right now, Can you tell me? I want to help but i don’t know how”

At first I thought he wouldn’t respond, aside from another high pitched whine, but then he finally gave me at least some information.

“My brain is screaming at me, that I need to go hide and that there’s too much noise, too much- everything right now! And it wont shut up!”

He sobbed out.

Oh, he had a bad brain day, err night, I've had some of those, shortly after my mother had died but they weren’t frequent and certainly not as severe as his.

Apparently all the stuff that had happened over the past month had just gotten too much as he attended the party where a ton of loud people were and not to mention that the room was stupidly hot too.

“Well, considering what has happened over the course of the last month that isn’t really a surprise, believe me my brain had trouble catching up at all!

And don’t worry, everyone gets overwhelmed sometimes, that’s just a thing that happens, you can stay with me for as long as you want”

He just tried to bury himself further in the fur of my neck, even if there wasn’t that much more to burrow into.

“S’not the first time, it happens a lot to me and i don’t know why, I don’t do anything that the others don’t, so why me?

Why’s my brain like this?

I try my best to keep it together but it never works”

He sniffled a little and continued to try and disappear into my fur.

Oh, so this was not a new nor unusual occurrence for him, no wonder he tried to ditch the party by hiding out in the garden.

And the fact that he hyperventilated must have been because he had a panic attack before me speaking snapped him out of it.

“Is there ANYthing i can do to help you?

If not we can just stay here for a while”

He curled up against my neck and mumbled.

“I just wanna hide somewhere till my brain is quiet again, but i don’t wanna be alone, but i also don’t wanna see anyone’s face right now”

Well, those were a tiny bit conflicting with each other, What the hell was I even supposed to do with that information?

With his form curled so close to my throat he couldn’t see my face, and it was sorta hidden, he wasn’t alone either.

But maybe that was still too exposed for him?

Or too loud as I could still faintly hear the party in the distance and see the stupidly bright light from the windows.

“I- well what can i do?

I’m not the smartest in such stuff so please tell me”

He pressed himself even more into the fur of my throat, if that was even possible and mumbled into it.

“I- i just want to Hide, somewhere were the outside world can’t get me”

“Hide? Where? Do you want me to bring you to Oakleys tower?

Oakley might even be able to help better than I did, but if he didn’t want to see more people right now then I would just try my best and hope that it would work.

“No, I- i want you to hide me, can you hide me again? Like in the snow?”

Like in the snow? What did he-

Oh.

Surely that wasn’t what he meant?

“i- like when you were cold?

Are you absolutely sure that’s what you want?”

feeling him nod i could hear the softest voice answer

“Mhm, i just wanna be somewhere where the outside world can’t get me, but i don’t wanna be alone either, and i know you wont hurt me”

He wanted to hide with me, go back in THERE of all things too.

And only because he thought it would help, and that he was absolutely convinced that I would not hurt him.

How the FUCK could i say no to him? I couldn’t, not when he displayed such an amount of trust in me that I would keep him safe.

“Only if you are absolutely sure, and if you get scared for any reason tell me and i’ll get you out as fast as i can, okay?”

He made an agreeing sound and slowly uncurled a little so he could reach my face.

While getting out of my mane he used one hand to brace himself on my face, and his hands were tiny, HE was tiny.

If he truly thought this would help him then i would do it, even if i didn’t understand it, i said i’d help him so i would even if it was rather unusual.

I carefully shifted around him so I had enough space to move my head properly and he wouldn’t have to awkwardly climb over my legs.

He just stood there for a second, hugging himself with his arms and slightly hunched over,

He was so small, he already wasn’t a tall human but with me as Ardua he was just so tiny, and with him standing there so vulnerable right now it was as if a breeze could knock him over.

I took a deep breath before looking at him again.

“Okay, last chance to back out, are you SURE about this?

If you don’t wanna say anything, tap three times and I’ll stop, okay?”

He was still shaking, and I had no idea how long such an episode usually lasted but I was sure that if he thought it would help then I’d do it.

He just leaned forward and put his slightly shaking forehead against my snout.

I could feel that his head was cold and clammy, yeah, he needed help.

“M’ sure, go ahead”

He mumbled out in a shaky voice.

That was probably all the confirmation I was gonna get from him.

So without further ado i opened my mouth, waiting for just one second in case he backed out at the last moment.

He didn’t, instead he reached out and grabbed hold of one of my teeth.

Admittedly that was a very weird sensation, but since he seemed to be okay with it I brought him fully into my mouth, making sure to shield my bottom teeth with my tongue so there was no chance he could get nicked by one.

I gave him a few more seconds before I closed my mouth and sealed him in, then I waited a few more seconds, sort of expecting him to tap three times and ask to be let out.

There was no tapping, instead he just kind of sunk into my tongue, relaxing the tiniest bit.

This was weird as fuck, but i didn’t do it for myself, I did it to help my friend.

If someone had told me a few months ago that i would actually have friends i’d have laughed at them, but now I actually did have people to care about.

And a lot of other unbelievable stuff happened too of course, like right now.

Since Robin still hadn’t asked to be let out I decided to slowly tip my head back, giving him one last chance to back out before I swallowed.

Robin just put his arms over his head, not in an attempt to stop though,

It was more like he tried to make himself slimmer.

He really was okay with this, well he had suggested it, weird as it was.

Tipping my head fully back I let him slide a bit before taking the first swallow.

I waited for one second to see if this would cause him to freak out but there was nothing aside from the trembling that had persisted since he walked into me.

I gently swallowed again, Placing my paw softly against my throat, I was barely able to sense the bulge traversing down before it made its way behind my collarbone and out of reach from my limbs.

Another swallow then sent him spilling into my pouch and I held my breath, there was still a chance that this could cause him to freak out.

He did not freak out luckily, The only movement he made was to right himself and get out of the sort of upside down position he had initially landed in since he’d gone in head first.

He was still trembling though, so I thought it best to check up on him in case he just froze in a fight or flight response.

“Robin? Are you okay? If you are scared i’ll let you out right away”

“No, I’m- i’m okay, i’m calmer now, this is actually helping”

Thank FUCK he wasn’t freaking out, and it really was helping? How?

At least he wasn’t trembling as much anymore, if that was from finally calming down or his adrenaline running out I couldn’t tell.

I hoped it was the former.

“Hey Robin? Not to pry but uhh, How is this helping?”

If he didn’t want to answer that was also okay, but I couldn’t deny that I was curious as to WHY.

I could feel him shift for a second before he answered, or at least tried to.

“I- well- i just-”

He seemed to flop over and I was pretty sure I heard an annoyed groan before he tried again, this time a lot more coherent as the words just spilled from his mouth.

“Sometimes the world is just too loud, there’s noise everywhere and- and if it gets too much I just can’t anymore!

And it’s so bright too! Some days it hurts my eyes.

And then it’s too quiet again which makes me really anxious that people don’t like me and don’t want to talk to me!

But here it’s- it’s sort of calm? Like it’s not silent, I can hear your Heart and everything and I know I’m not alone but-,

I- I feel like nothing can get me while I’m here, I feel like I don’t have to stare people in the face to find clues to what they actually mean!

I get it wrong most of the time anyway, and you’re the only one that always tells the truth so I don’t have to guess if you actually mean what you said or not!

And there’s no light to hurt my eyes! I mean it’s not completely dark.

Just sorta very dim so it’s not scary either.

I mean you’re not scary, at all, you’re nice to me even if you don’t have to.

I just- sometimes I feel like there is too much space and I don’t like it!

But- it’s nice to be able to escape reality, At- at least for a little bit.

I- I’m sorry for rambling, if you don’t want me here now i’ll leave!

I know i’m weird-”

“It’s okay, I’m weird too, I mean look at me, I’m a big green catlike creature with flowers growing on its back and a pointy eared bastard, and sometimes a giant”

I interrupted him before he could talk himself back into a less than ideal headspace.

How about I’ll promise you something? Is that okay?”

“Mmh?”

He seemed a bit confused that I would offer to promise him anything.

Well as half Fae it was binding, so i could not back out, ever.

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"The happy feelings club!"

🧡Ichigo x Orihime🧡 Ichihime fic

💝Episode 1: The gingers meet!

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• Ichigo's pov!

• "Don't let it happen again, Kurosaki."

• "Yeah, yeah. It won't."

• Once again, I'm leaving the principal's office. But at least I got sent for actual reason this time.

• Hi there, I'm Ichigo Kurosaki. Near straight A student. I got 2 sisters and 1 insane dad. And I'm a natural carrot top. You'd think with my high grades and all, teachers wouldn't pay me any mind. But no. I'm on everyone's radar. The color orange means trouble. Everyone picks a fight. But, I know how to win this messed up game...most of the time.

• "Did you hear? That guy punched someone."

• "No way, that's horrible."

• "Whispers" aren't anything new, but this rumor has truth in it. (Although those girls could at least TRY to be quiet) The "guy" I punched, was some loser who thought he could get handsy with the girls in my class. I don't know them very well, but I'm not a fan of hearing my classmates scream. So I took care of him. Nice and quick.

• (Tatsuki wanted to kill him, so I just took the fall.)

• "Oh no,"

• One of the girls griped.

• "Here comes that orange haired girl again."

• Orange haired girl? This cruddy school has one? Since when? I turned around and sure enough, there's a carrot top! She's running down the hall...towards me. I...should run, but... My feet feel stuck to the ground. She screeches to a halt and fell to her knees panting. So...she shouldn't of ran that fast. A few minutes passed and she's still wheezing. Damn, is she okay?

• "Um, are you okay?"

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• Orihime's pov

• My lungs...are burning! But...I wanna...pass...these out! My name is Orihime Inoue! I have a busy older brother and I'm new to this school! I also like "weird combinations" of food. (Sweet treats ramen is so tasty!) And last but not least, I'm in charge of the happy feelings club! A blissful hour of doing your favorite things at school! All I need to do is get 3 more members and we can stay afloat. Hence my constant flyer passing! Like right now. But, I REALLY need to...catch...my breath. This tall guy...looks real nice.

• "Should I get the nurse...?"

• (Ichigo said that) Ah! Not the nurse again! I'll get scolded! I shot up. And I was face to face with a...with a...super cute boy. His hair is orange too...And...he probably has girlfriend! Don't wanna get my hopes up for nothing! I scrambled to my feet. I'm not dirty, am I?

• "Hi!"

• I said, flashing my persuasion smile. (It always works!)

• "I'm Orihime Inoue and I run the happy feelings club!"

• The cutie noodle looked confused. But, that's okay. It's a new club, so of course he never heard of it. This is what flyers are for! I pulled one from my backpack.

• "The details are on here."

• I gave it to him, nearly touching his long fingers. He's reading in his head. ...Why am I so NERVOUS!? He's reading the flyer! Not looking at me! Should I run!? Hide? Pass out!?

• "Ah-em."

• Huh?

• "Yes?"

• Did I say that too fast? He had on a half smile.

• "The meetings are after-school on fridays and wednesdays, right?"

• I nodded. My favorite days of the week.

• "Good, I'll be there."

• Oh..my...gosh! A new member! After two weeks of demanding nicely, someone finally joined-

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• Ichigo's pov

• Out of nowhere, Orihime fell into my chest. It hurt but...some softer things touched me too. ...Holy crap! What do I do? Move her? Ask if she's okay? What am I saying, of course I check if she's alright! ...Um. Where to tap? I don't wanna make her uncomfortable or anything. Suddenly, she popped up and...looks raring to go like she didn't just fall? What is this girl?

• I was gonna actually ask that, but someone caught my eye. It was that one black haired chick with the fuchsia eyes. She's snickering with her tomboy friend. (Menoly, she goes to Tatsuki's boxing class.) Why...is that ticking me off? ...Whatever, whatever. Back to Orihime.

• "Orihime-"

• I paused. She looked...hateful and she was gripping her hair. And that's kinda hot. Not angry, but not fully sad either. But, what's the hair clutching about. ...I get it! Those two owe her money. Of course. I would be furrowing my brow too if I was in this situation. Man, people are so cheap nowadays.

• "Ah-em."

• I looked down straight into Orihime's big brown eyes. Shit, she's pretty. She looked down at a hip and back up at me. Ah! I haven't let her go! I stumbled back, muttering a apology. Damn, I'm bad at this.

• "So, I'll see you after school?"

• I said somewhat cooly. She nodded, with the biggest smile on her face. I couldn't help but laugh. Seriously, what is this girl? I just felt like ass a minute ago and now I feel like I won the lottery.

• Rinnnnng!

• That's the bell. Here dies my good mood. I looked back at Orihime.

• "Um, bye."

• I couldn't of said anything smoother than that!?

• "Bye!"

• "See you after school!"

• I waved and watched her skip off to whatever class she's in. Huh, I'm actually looking forward to the club thing.

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• A few hours later

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• Orihime's pov

• "So, tell me more about this hunk you met."

• Um...I did, did I say hunk? He's just really, really handsome is all. I pulled some games out of the cabinet.

• "He was really just nice, Rangiku."

• (Rangiku is one of my favorite upper classmen. She's nice and taught me how to get on Mr. Hitsugaya's good side! He gives out snacks! And she has a thing for Sora. She said she's gonna get serious soon.)

• "Men are nice,"

• She said, leaning on the table.

• "But they all have little quirks and one of your mystery man's caught your eye."

• She...got me there. I really like his hair...and his face. Plus his voice too. She opened her arms up.

• "Come here, tell me all about it."

• I sighed and laid in her squishy embrace. This is probably my favorite thing about Rangiku. She so soft! I could almost...fall asleep on her... Suddenly, I felt hands on my sides. Oh no. She's gonna tickle me again!

• "Don't fall asleep on me now, Orihime~!"

• "I wanna hear all about your little crush."

• Eeeek! I don't wanna pee! Again.

• "Rangiku, stop it!"

• I said through laughs. My uniforms gonna get all crinkly! I tried to push her away, but she laid me on the table!

• "Wow, your skin is so smooth. What lotion do you use?"

• The answer is Cloudy delight moisturizer, but I can't breathe from too much laughter! Suddenly, she stops. Thank goodness. My bladder couldn't take too much more.

• "Oh shit..."

• She mumbled. Wait? What's wrong? I grabbed onto Rangiku's arm, pulling myself up. Is it a teacher? It was just tickling-

• It's the cute guy from earlier in the door way.

• (And two guys I ran into at lunch.)

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• Ichigo's pov

• I'm sure my face is beet red. But, I mean, come on! It's my first seeing two girls ontop of one another. (I'm not a adult film kinda guy) My hand shook on the doorknob.

• "Um...is this a bad time-"

• Suddenly, Keigo's hand was on my mouth.

• "Shut up, Ichigo! This is a once in a lifetime moment!"

• "Don't mess this up!"

• He shouted, while yanking me down. What the f-!? Mizuro put his hand over my mouth too.

• "Please ladies, continue,"

• "We don't mind."

• The older girl snickered.

• "Well, I guess we could do a little a something."

• She said, while tugging on her shirt. Orihime squeaked from under her. She looked just as embarrassed as me. That's it. This ends now. I bit down on one of Keigo's finger.

• "Ouch!"

• I shot up.

• "Knock it off!"

• I snapped. Man, this is a bad look for me. I'm flushed. Probably sweating now. And I had yet another "loud outburst". (Counseling stuff, don't ask.) Orihime's gonna think I'm crazy. The blonde burst into laughter.

• "Easy, easy, kiddo,"

• She crawled off the table. And Orihime.

• "I already have a guy I'm into, so calm down."

• She must a upperclassmen. No one my age would talk down to me like that. She strolled over, sizing me up. ...What's happening right now? She reached out and...patted my head?

• "No wonder a certain somebody likes you!"

• "You're adorable."

• What the- I am not adorable. I pushed her hand away.

• "Who're you anyway?"

• Yeah, I'm done being polite.

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• Orihime's pov

• "I'm Rangiku Matsumoto. The prettiest 3rd year."

• As she introduced herself, I sat up and fixed my clothes. (My underwear wasn't out, was it!?) That was embarrassing. Hopefully mr. unknown doesn't think I'm in love with Rangiku or something. Or a creepy pervert. I'm being crazy. If he ask, I'll explain. Easy peasy.

• "Okay, okay, I'm sorry for intruding,"

• I turned around. She's gonna leave!?

• "You two have fun,"

• Fun? (Why'd she say it like that!?)

• "And you two are gonna clean up with me!"

• The brown haired guy looked horrified.

• "You're a total hottie, but-"

• Rangiku snatched him by collar and pulled threw the door. He was screaming alot. (The other guy followed with no complaints.)

• "Bye bye, you too~!"

• She shut the door, leaving us in quietness.

• "I'm sorry about my friends."

• ...He's apologizing too?

• "No, no, it's my fault!"

• "Rangiku probably freaked you out."

• He turned red and shook his head.

• "It's fine, really."

• I nodded. And hello the crushing quietness. I looked around. What could we do? What's screams 'welcome new member'? Bingo! I grabbed the kitty notebooks.

• "Wanna draw cats with me?"

• He looked surprised, but smiled.

• "Why not?"

• Alright! Perfect time for my new scented markers! (Hopefully, they actually smell like their names.) I spread them out on the table and passed him a notebook. This is gonna be great! I'm great at drawing kitties!

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• Ichigo's pov

• This takes me back. The markers. Cats. And the breeze outside. When I was younger and my sisters were like 4, my old man went out. (I dunno if it was shopping or doctor stuff.) But, he was taking awhile, so that freaked them out. And I remember pulling out my school books and markers. We drew for what felt hours. Needless to say, we had alot to show to dad. Heh, feels like forever ago. Although, I'm not any better at it. They still look like malnourished stick cats. Poor things.

• I looked over at Orihime. She was laser focused. I wanted to peek at her drawing but...I got lost. The afternoon sun made her look great. Ah, what am I doing!? I'm s'posed to be drawing right now. Suddenly, she shot up. I flinched. (Did she notice me?) She turned to me.

• "Do you hear that?"

• "Hear what?"

• I said way too casually.

• "Just listen."

• She whispered. So I did. ...What're we listening in for?

• Mew.

• Orihime grabbed my face and pointed towards the window.

• "It's there!"

• I pried her hands off and walked towards the window. What the- It's a frickin cat in the tree. (Cliché much?)

• But, how'd it get up HERE of all places? We're on the third floor!? Orihime popped out from under my arm.

• "I think I can grab it from here."

• What!? She tugged me back and lifted her leg on the windowsill. Hiking her skirt up with it. Oh hell no. I gripped her waist.

• "Orihime!"

• She turned around, looking genuinely confused. I snatched my hands back.

• "Lemme get the cat."

• Good excuse!

• "I'm taller."

• She nodded, and got back in. We swapped places.

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• Orihime's pov

• "Let's make a plan."

• The mysterious prince said. He turned around, towering over me. Oh my...

• "I'll get the cat and you grab a teacher, okay?"

• "Okay!"

• I can do that!

• (I needed to give Mr. Kyõraku a assignment anyway)

• He smiled and stretched his long legs out the window. That's my cue to run like a track star!

• "Good luck!"

• I shouted and ran out the room. Just like earlier, I'm running down the hall. I'm hearing alot of not nice comments as I do, but I can't stop now. For the kitten's sake!

• A little more running later...

• "Mr. Shunsui!"

• He jumped and sat up straight. I slammed my hands on his desk.

• "I found a...a cat...I need...we..."

• I gotta...catch my breath! Just all the other times, I come in here, he chuckled.

• "Slow down, miss Inoue."

• He patted my head. (I'm kinda wheezing on his desk.)

• "I'm not going anywhere."

• My lungs are on FIRE, but...that guy probably has the cat already. And it could be hungry. I took a breath.

• "Me and this guy found a cat in a tree!"

• "A cat?"

• I nodded quickly.

• "On the 3rd floor too!"

• Mr. Shunsui stood and tugged his hair.

• "Oh boy."

• "Let's go find the kitty."

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• Ichigo's pov

• This cat is putting up a fight. I know it's scared and all, but I seriously not being threatening. I'm even smiling! (That's what's scaring it, my guy) And what's really irritating is, I almost got it. I can literally poke it with my finger. But, I'm almost out the window. If I loose my footing, I'm dead.

• "Come here..."

• The cat meowed and hugged the branch tighter. Dammit...I got it! It's afraid to fall! Just like me. I can do this. I saved one of Karin's friend before. Still shaking like crazy, I lowered my hands.

• "Fall right here,"

• I said, in my softest voice.

• "You're gonna be okay..."

• Slowly, the cat began to relax. (Although It looked at me with a oddly expressive face as like it was trying to call bull shit.) After a little time, it fell into my hands. It's a tad heavy, but it's nothing I can't handle.

• Suddenly, my foot slipped.

• Am I falling out the window!?

• Yes I am.

• Everything moved extremely fast. I'm gonna die! I'm gonna die! I'm gonna die-!

• "Ichigo!"

• My leg was caught. I looked up.

• "Orihime?"

• (She knows my name?😳) She smiled.

• "You're gonna be okay!"

• A much bigger hand grabbed my other leg. I shivered. Which teacher did she bring!?

• "I gotcha kid."

• Ohh, it's Mr. Shunsui. (Glad she didn't get crazy Coach Zaraki)

• After a little pulling and touching places, I hoped no man would. I was back inside.

• But, without the cat. When did I drop it!

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• Orihime's pov

• "Ichigo, what's wrong-"

• The cat.

• "Eeek! Where's the cat!?"

• We both pushed Mr. Shunsui out of the way and looked out the window. Where is it!? Where is it!? (I hope I'm not saying this outloud.)

• "There it is!"

• Ichigo shouted, pointing down. I hopped on his arm, getting a closer look. Down below, I saw a dark skinned guy with wavy hair. He had the kitty in his hands. (The poor thing was trembling) Have I met him before? He looked up at us.

• "Is this yours?"

• He called up. I shook my head.

• "I wish, but he's a stray we found in the tree!"

• I shouted back. I'm sure I know who he is. Mr. Shunsui scooted me over.

• "Son, could you be a dear and bring that cat up here?"

• He nodded and walked off. So did my teacher. I looked over at Ichigo. He was panting and sweating He looked my way and raised his hand.

• "Good job, we saved a cat."

• Oh, we're gonna high five. I only put my hand on his. I'm too tired to actually slap it.

• "Good job."

• I wheezed. He chuckled and looked back at the sunset. A light wind blew by. ...I'm so thankful for golden hour.

• "So, can I become a member?"

• Huh?

• "Of course!"

• "This is the most fun I had in weeks!"

• He looked over at me.

• "And cause your a nice guy!"

• I don't want him to think he's just a source of entertainment or anything. Ichigo stuck out his hand.

• "Agreed?"

• I smiled.

• "Agreed!"

• We shook hands.

• "Welcome to the happy feelings club."

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• "Orihime,''

• (We're putting the stuff away.)

• "Yeah?"

• "How come you suddenly know my name?"

• I know I forgot to tell her about it. She thought for a moment.

• "The cat you drew earlier!"

• "You signed it."

• Ah, she saw it!?

• "That's great."

• I said with a fake smile. She nodded.

• "It's going on your nametag!"

• Huh!?

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This was so long! But, y'know what, first episodes are always long. (And I may of done it on my tablet) Anyway, I really like this one. I can't wait for the next episode. Stay cool!

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[90shetfield]

When he comes out at night - James Hetfield x F!Y/N

When Y/N runs away from home she thinks she's going to die out in the forest when suddenly a werewolf comes to help her out..

CHAPTER 2

1991

You sit in the dark room waiting for james to come home. The setting sun shines through, the light twinkles on the hardwood floors.  It's only been a couple of days since he technically saved you from whatever you were doing in that forest. In some odd way it was like fate. Somebody from above was watching, giving you just one more sliver at life, you took it without a second shot.  The somber noise of rain hits the window tapping on it, wanting to be let in. The sound of rain always makes you calm. The rhythm in a single drop falling gave you something to look forward to. The rain would be a sign to keep going, making sure you could one day look at the rain with a sincere smile.

The doorknob creaks twisting and turning. You back up against the wall scared that it's someone who you don't recognize. That's just how it  has been alert for half your life. Every instance of you not knowing about something gives you unease. Preparing for the worse was always the outcome.

The door opens with a deep recognizable grunt, thank god it's James, the tough ridgid guard you put up slides back down. A small smile raises your cheek bones as a rain-soaked James walks into the room holding a few bags of what looks like groceries or maybe things he bought? The sight was amusing. His dirty blond hair stuck to his exasperated face. Rain drops following him in a path to the kitchen. The black tank top (something he always wears) isa tad see through. He wipes his forehead letting out another noise. He put the bags down on the counter giving you a wave

“You got caught up in the rain?”  you asked getting up from the floor to walk over to the kitchen. You sit on one of the stools, he's right ahead of you taking random things out of the bags like food. After taking out all the food he starts taking out a bunch of clothes. Constant colors and designs catch your view.

“Yeah, it's really heavy out there dude,  I didn't know it was gonna rain damn” he responds, still focusing on taking everything out of the bags. He finishes taking out the last batch of clothes tossing the bags to the side on the floor.

“What's all of that james?” the clothes confuse you. Why did he get so many of them? And they're  not exactly something he’d wear.

“Oh! There for you Y/N,i felt bad that you only have one pair of  everything so i got you a little something” You giggle, Little? Yeah that's not a little. That's more than enough clothes but still the gesture is so…heartwarming? It's something you're not used to. Someone actually  being kind and caring…it's a good feeling knowing you have somebody to rely on. It warms your cold numb heart thawing at it. Not fully melting the emotionless ice but it still got to you, hard..

“James, I didn't need that much…how much did you spend on the clothes?” he grins scratching the back of his head.

“That doesn't matter i just want you to feel happy, it sucks having to start all over i would know…now i don't know what exactly they did to you but i now how much you went through and man am i going to make it up to you”  the tone of his voice changes, the spark of sadness in his eyes.he knows how this feels, still why care this much for a total stranger he met?

“Why? We just met and-”

“Just shut up, I just want to care for someone in need. I'm not usually this nice i'm actually kind of stand offish and rude to most people, that's not going to stop me or get in the way of helping you”

“Thank you,” you muttered plainly. This is so different you went from being in constant fear to just being normal. Even the normal isn't normal for you. That's how bad it was. Slowly the memories of it all fade away for the first time in a while you forget about that and focus on the future.

“Don't mention it, i got you” he puts all the tasty food away leaving the clothes for you to look at later, he sits down next to on the last remaining stool. He shakes his head splattering water on you. He cackles at your frown.

“Hey James, you never told me you did music?” you ask a random question…

Being cooped up in his house all day means you're bored pretty often causing you to explore, the house is pretty big, you wondered where he got the money to pay for all of this, the evidence was displayed right in front of you when you opened up the last door at the end of the hall. Walking in you see all papers scattered on the floor. Pens and pencils everywhere with them. All of the papers had writing like lyrics on them  with little doodles and markings. At least ten guitars were hung up nicely on the wall, with an amp on the side of them. You didn't know what all the different guitars were called but each one had their own personality. Two in a wood like finish and white were like in v shapes. Then he had like three or four slanted rectangle shaped? One in white, black and black but with another coat i guess? The rest were random ones. 

You walk up to the white one with the words “EET FUK” on it. The clear marks of weathering and everyday use on the fretboard. You run your finger along the letters admiring the simple yet complex aspects of it.

You catch a glimpse of something else on the floor and you bend down to pick it up. A damaged picture of four guys holding instruments.  Before looking at the picture you look at the back

“METALLICA: SEATTLE 1989”

You turn the photograph back.  James is in the middle holding the same guitar you saw. A small man has his arms around james. He has long light brown layered hair with a white sweatband across his head, he's holding drum sticks. The guy on the other side of James looks directly at the camera smiling widely with messed up crooked teeth but it added to his charm.  Big poofy curly black hair to his shoulders, such a kind looking man. The last guy looks shy and standoffish holding a plain black bass having some distance towards the rest of them. A small smile adorns his features with long tight wavy brown hair. Metallica what's that?

You drop the photo looking around the room for anything else. A framed photo on the amp shows a man with long straight frizzy brown hair. His mustache matches the smirk on his face. You look on the back of the frame to see if anything is there.

“I'm sorry you had to go out like that cliff… i love you man, keep on rocking up there”

“Cliff ‘em all”

You put it back on the amp. Oh my god…

“It never really came up Y/N but yeah i'm in a band, we’re metallica” him speaking gets you out of your train of thought walking into his studio. You snap back to reality puzzled. 

“How can you play live shows if you transform every night?”

“I know I said I transform every night but I can choose I guess? It's hard to explain..” he exclaimed  tapping his foot on the ground

“Please, i wanna know all about it” you admitted wanting to know so much more about how he functions because who wouldn't want to know how a werewolf lives!?

“Fine, it's true I can transform every night, that's how my body works, us werewolves can resist when we feel it is necessary, so, when we perform I can resist until the shows are over or just not transform at all. Transformation mastery helps me do that. I'm so used to it that I can do it freely now whenever I choose. The only time I can't resist is during the full moon. We never have shows for them though, we know ahead of time.”

“So, transforming only on the full moon is like a weakened state of a werewolf, it's actually better if you transform every night because you're stronger than those ones?” he nods.  Getting up from the stool to pick up the bags he threw earlier, picking them up to toss out he responds:

“Wow, you're learning quickly. Yeah that's how it works, then we have packs or groups to humans I guess? But there's a leader to every pack, their alphas the best of the best. The higher your rank is, the more you are feared and looked up too” Somany  more questions enter your mind and you want answers to every single one of them. It's cool having someone to talk to about things even if it is being a werewolf.

“I have my own pack yes, i'm not the strongest one out there though, that goes to Dave Mustaine” james rolls his eyes at the mention of him “arrogant and bratty, he makes sure to let you know how strong he really is”

“Dave Mustaine from megadeth!?” you say shocked,  james gives you a weird look, like why do you know about him and not his band?

“My dad listened to them. He would praise their music often blasting it, now that you mention him i think i heard you guys once or twice, i wouldn't recognize anything about you though i only heard him talk about you and megadeth along with various rock and metal artists it was some of the only few times he would actually be happy when talking about something, can i hear you play? I wanna hear what you sound like!” The first half of it comes out sad but excitement ramps up towards the end. It would be really cool to hear James’s band in action. He stops looking to the side avoiding your happy glare. He's the type to not let anybody he knows be big fans of him.

“No, I don't  want you to hear us,” you whine and complain to him. This only makes you want to hear them more and more interested in hearing James' contributions in the band.

“Please jamie..I'll do the dishes!”

“Where's Jamie coming from!?” he says, flustered.

“Nowhere now c’mon let me listen to you!!”

He sighs finally agreeing, probably for you to stop being so loud.  He looks nervous, almost scared at you listening to something he created. Is it not good enough or something? You and him reach his bedroom door (it was locked before so you couldn't explore it) he unlocks it holding the door open for you. The room was average size, with a lot of posters of what you're assuming other artists on the wall. One had giant text saying “Lemmy” his room was much more tideyer than his studio. The soft smell of wood and musk filled your nose from the bottles of cologne on his dresser. Off to the side was a bathroom followed by a medium sized closet filled with mostly black clothes with a few jean and leather jackets. Each with their own pins and patches. 

You run to his bed jumping on it feeling the soft mattress on your stiff body. James tries to act cool but he can't hide his big smile at you acting like such a kid. It made him really happy knowing you are okay with living here and that you enjoy his company. A record player sits on his end table already open with a record in it. You twirl around on the bed and look at him walking around to the record player to change the record.

“What's the record you have on it right now?” he smiles, picking up the shiny vinyl gazing at it.

“Moterhead one of my favorites” he puts it back in its sleeve taking out the milk crate filled with all of his records, carefully sliping it back into the standing pile.

“I'll be right back Y/N i have to get the record from the other room please don't do anything stupid” he rushes out leaving you there by yourself. You stare up at the ceiling  holding your hand out to your view. You see all the bruises on your forearm noticing the rainbow of colors on your arm. James has acknowledged them before but never brought them up. He never wanted you to relive that trauma ever again.

You snuggle up in his blankets before he gets back resting your head on his pillow without a care in the world. He comes back still with a giant smile  holding a plain black record. He gives you the sleeve so you can look at it obviously taking the record out to put on for you. Oh it's not plain black you thought to yourself. A curled up snake on the bottom left corner. A slightly visible “metallica” on the cover too, you turn it seeing the guys your recognized before hand in those pictures this time with their names

“James Hetfield, Lars Ulrich, Kirk Hammett and finallyJason Newsted’” you say out loud listing out their names

“Yep that's us man, been rocking since 81’”  he gives you the devil horns causing a giggle out of you.

“Dang your old!” you yelled out in between your laughs. He pouts crossing his arms

“I'm not old! I'm only twenty-eight in your human years!” he insisted trying to prove his point. Though you were younger you weren't very young. You're twenty-four and still couldn't escape until a couple of days ago. You would think they’d let you out at eighteen giving you a pouch of food or something and leaving you to fend for yourself but no, they made you stay missing out on a scholarship you worked so hard on. The only time you were able to leave the house was school. But that's not your life, this is your life now.

“In human years? So how old are you actually?”

“Two hundred and twenty-five years” he puts the needle on the record, the notes of a guitar start filling the room. You nod your head along to it. Liking how its going so far. It gets much louder as the guitars chug a heavily distorted rift that gives your ears pleasure listening to it. The build up was insane. You slowly anticipate it waiting for the action to start.

“You really are old!” you giggle some more. James decides he had enough jumping on the bed tackling you; he holds your hand down as he towers over you. His long hair tickles your cheek. He looks down at you realizing how much strength he has over you, quickly he hops off of you embarrassed, he cowers away to the chair in the corner. He wasn't only embarrassed by accidently doing that to you but also because his vocals came on. He looks to the side yet again avoiding your eyes.

His voice was clearly recognizable, the deep growly undertones of his voice scream out in the lyrics, you bang your head honestly loving the song, it kicks ass, just the kind of music you like. You didn't care that he climbed on top of you. He didn't do it for any weird sexual way, he did it to play around.

“That's you right, your voice?” you ask turing to look at the record spinning.

“Yeah” he mutters quietly playing with the rings on each of his fingers

“I think you have such an amazing and unique voice, it really fits with the song and the type of music you play. It honestly sounds amazing and you guys deserve all the love and support you get, this is really cool thank you for showing me” a single tear rolls down your cheek.

“No,  thank you Y/N it means so much that you like it.” he closes the door turning off the lights leaving you guys in the quiet dark room. He strolls into bed bringing you into his arms. It was a protective thing, he was scared of letting you go, because for once in his life he felt like destroying the world  just to protect someone. That someone is you.  This friendship has a stronger bond than anyone can imagine even if it's only been a few days.

sorry if there are mistakes my writing usually has them! even when I proof read. I hope you enjoyed! -Max

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continued from this with @thebewitchedbaker

9c "This is what you wanted, right?" he whispered in Spanish, voice husky with lust. One hand gripped a handful of those golden locks while the other gave her as a firm slap. The baker took a look at his handy work, enjoying the show that was her second orgasm. She knew what she was doing. As innocent as she played, Serena knew how Chris would get around this time. Organizing interviews for some potential hires for Luna's Moonlight Delights, two websites for two local musicians and of course some small logo work for a friend. The baker asked for no distractions. What did he get? Serena's coy smile and her finger pulling him close by his necklace. With a kiss to his neck, he was promised no distractions...in her most seductive voice. Whenever he would prepare for work, she would walk around in her latest lingerie. Stretching with a not so subtle moan. If was sitting at his desk, she would sit on his lap with an ever so pleasing grind of her hips. Texts were filled with desires of feeling his thick arousal sliding in and out of her. The minute, no second his work was done. The baker damn near sped to her apartment and greeted her with a kiss, easily slipping off those unnecessary clothes. One minute she was giggling, the next she was on all fours blessing his ears with moans of his name. His hips slapped against hers, slamming every inch of his dick into her welcoming pussy. "We're just getting started, my love," he whispered with another swat to her ass, "I'm going to fuck you like this all night~" He leans close to her ear, finally giving her the coup de grace. "This is exactly what you wanted, right?" All in Russian.

He was a man of impressive self-control.

He was a man of tasty pastry creations.

He was…a man.

Proof of that was shoved roughly into her the instant he’d finished all of his responsibilities, and the fact that he had waited until everything was finished on his end made him 100x sexier. Serena moaned, her juices coating him upon hearing the perfectly spoken Russian near her ear. What else could she say to that? He knew exactly what he was doing when he switched from Spanish to English to Russian.

“Y-yes, Daddy,” she whimpered, her Spanish shakier than it usually was. Anyone who was being railed within an inch of their life wouldn’t be as articulate. She was being ridden, her skin pink and getting pinker by the second with each thrust of his hips.

“Such a…such a vigorous w-wolf,” was her next praise, her voice trembling, but not as much as her body was shivering. As overstimulated as she was getting, she also knew that this was just the beginning of their encounter. She’d riled him up to this state, and now, she was reaping the consequences. If only all crimes had sex as their punishments; everyone would end up becoming a criminal at least thrice in their life.

“That’s it, Papi…take it all out on me. I was so naughty to you when you were busy…nnnghh…but wh-who could resist? So…so sexy when you’re b-b-baking…always wanted to lick the icing off your naked chest…oh!” The tingling in her core was being stoked into a flame, one that spread from her lower body to the rest of her, until even the tips of her ears felt warm. Until she couldn’t hear anything but their mutual cries of lust and longing, the wet slap of his hips against her raw behind.