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kozidraws · 3 days

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Blessing in Disguise

Rated T// Oni Bakugo x Kitsune Kirishima

When Bakugo is exiled he travels the world to find a place where he will belong, he just didn't expect to find it in such an unlikely place, and person.

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Out of all the things Bakugo aspired to be in life, being cast out from his clan was not one of them. It’s been five years since then but still the anger sizzles underneath his skin when he lingers on the memories. But most of the time?

It just hurts.

- Five years ago -

All Might, after many years of leading their clan had decided it was high time to chose the next oni to succeed him. A feast was prepared for the event, everyone was bustling with excitement but none were as excited as Bakugo Katsuki felt, well at least in his opinion. He had been waiting for this for some time. Bakugo had always been the strongest of his peers, boasting his prowess since he was twelve years old when he was the first young oni in a long time to take down a demon without an elder’s assistance. He attended every clan meeting, no matter how trivial to learn the proceedings and important matters, memorised every rite and ritual like they were the back of his hand.

His victory was assured.

Which was why when All Might decided that Deku was appointed as the next clan leader, all hell broke loose.

All he could remember after hearing that was the loud ringing in his ears, his vision flashing white before all he could see was red. Bakugo launched himself at Deku in a fit of rage. It took several oni to tackle Bakugo into the dirt to prevent him from reaching his intended target. Bakugo snarled and thrashed under their combined weight, cursing Deku to the seven hells for cheating him out of his dream. Not once through Bakugo’s outburst did Deku retaliate or rise to match his anger, he merely looked at Bakugo with sad somber eyes which honestly just added fuel to Bakugo’s ire. How dare Deku look down on him with pity.

The sound of footsteps drew closer, All Might made his way over to Bakugo and crouched down in front of him, effectively blocking Bakugo’s sight of Deku placing a firm yet gentle hand on his shoulder. “Bakugo…”

The tone of All Might’s voice alone made Bakugo turn his head to avoid his gaze choosing instead to spit out some dirt that invaded during the scuffle. When he heard the resulting sigh after it took all of Bakugo’s willpower to will his eyes not to prickle with frustrated tears.

“Bakugo, even though Deku was just appointed, you know our rules when it comes to attacking the leader of our clan.”

Bakugo gritted his teeth, he knew all too damn well what that meant, regardless that his actions were done in a fit of fury.

Heavy punishment, and in some cases…death.

Bakugo growled. “I refuse to accept Deku as our leader! There’s no fucking way I’m gonna stand idly by and watch him lead our clan to ruin!”

All Might squeezed his shoulder once more, keeping the pressure there until Bakugo finally returned his gaze. All Might gave the oni that still had Bakugo pinned down a gesture to let him go.

Bakugo stood up gingerly, measured movements to try and hide how much anger he still had running through his veins. When he tries reaching for his club All Might intercepts and picks it up instead, staring at the pitch black weapon for a moment before lifting his eyes back to Bakugo.

One of the punishments for attacking the tribe leader was getting heavily beaten with your own club. A sort of poetic justice in a sense. Unfortunately for Bakugo, his club was his pride and joy, polished to precision and adorned with numerous spikes that he always made sure were kept wicked sharp.

Bakugo watched tensely as All Might tightened his grip on the club, it seemed like a decision for his punishment has been made. He mustered up what was left of his pride to curb the building fear that crept to the surface.

This was going to hurt. A lot.

Bakugo heard a commotion in the crowd as another someone rushed towards them.

“Wait!” Deku shouted, stopping beside All Might. “While Bakugo did try to attack me he wasn’t able to inflict any harm! Surely there’s an alternative punishment that we could use instead!?” He pleaded.

Bakugo felt absolutely gobsmacked at the situation. He could not believe that Deku was trying to defend him from getting severely beaten right now.

There was a heavy silence amongst the group as Deku and All Might quietly discussed options. Bakugo himself was going over all the options in his head as well, trying to brace himself. Anger slowly building up again when he thinks of some of the punishments that were downright humiliating.

After some time Bakugo watches as Deku hesitates briefly before giving the older man a solemn nod. When All Might steps in front of him this time, Bakugo makes sure to meet his eyes this time, as much as it stings he’s not surprised to see how disappointed All Might is with him.

“After deliberation we have decided that your punishment will be exile.”

His fury was snuffed out in an instant.

Bakugo stood frozen, white noise roared in his ears while he felt his body go numb. The weighted gazes of all the clans people were pinning him where he stood. He clenched his fists brutally tight, making sure the tips of his claws dug into the flesh of his palms to recenter his focus.

Bakugo took one deep breath and closed his eyes. “Fine.”

“You will depart first light tomorrow.”

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Bakugo was glad everyone gave him wide berth and didn’t try to speak to him as he walked back to his hut. It was a small but sturdy home that was a bit further away from the others, mainly because he liked his privacy. He still remembers building it from scratch three years ago, which some help from his parents of course. He had planned quite a few modifications for next spring, primarily for storage or maybe even a target range.

But it doesn’t matter now.

Once inside he stands in the center of his home and stares at his belongings. The hunting trophies from slain demons, the blanket of woven furs his mother made recently, the tapestry his father wove a decade ago that commemorated his first victory.

It. Doesn’t. matter.

Bakugo forces himself to move and start packing essentials; maps, bedroll, light and warm clothing (he still has yet to decide which direction to travel) and his hunting dagger.

All Might never did return his club, most definitely confiscated or destroyed as part of his punishment. Another thought he tries not to linger on.

It’s when Bakugo is packing a small whetstone into his knapsack when he heard footsteps approaching, followed by his front door opening.

His parents.

Mitsuki enters first, several small wrapped bundles of what Bakugo assumes is food in her arms. Bakugo expected Mitsuki to start shouting as soon as she was inside his home but she remained uncharacteristically quiet as she placed the parcels on the bed. Mitsuki turns towards him and grips onto one of his arms, he instinctively tries to jerk back but she tugs him back towards her, pulling him into a tight hug. She moves one hand up to hold the back of his head then pushes his face into the crook of her shoulder.

A few seconds pass, she doesn’t move. Bakugo clenches his eyes tightly and hugs her back just as firm. It’s only at this very moment he regrets all those recent times his mother had offered affection only for him to rebuke it because of he had a reputation to uphold. The reality hit him hard that this was going to be the last time he will be able to see his parents for a very long time, if at all.

The pit in his stomach sinks deeper.

Bakugo is hit with Masaru’s earthy familiar scent as he too joins the embrace. His father is slightly shorter than him but with the way Mitsuki has him hunched over slightly in her arms Masaru encompasses them both.

Masaru is the first to break the silence. “I’m sorry it has had to come to this Katsuki.”

Mitsuki nudges him to raise his head, when he meets his mother’s oh so similar face staring back at him, her eyes darting all over his face to no doubt commit this last night to her memory. He’s doing the same thing to her.

Masaru excuses himself from their embrace to go outside for a moment.

Mitsuki moves her hands down to clasp Bakugo’s arms. “Katsuki,” her voice trembles, something he’d never heard until now, “You better make sure you look after yourself out there, you hear me? Don’t throw yourself into needless danger if there’s no one around to help.” She warns.

“I‘ll try, but you know me.” He says wryly.

Mitsuki half heartedly smacks his arm in response. “That’s what I’m afraid of.”

“And because we know you so well,” comes Masaru’s voice as he walks back inside carrying something familiar, “you better take this with you.”

It was Bakugo’s club.

“How did you-?”

“Doesn’t matter. What does is that no matter where you find yourself travelling to Katsuki, that we will always love and be proud of you.”

“Love you both too.” Bakugo gives his father one last hug. He wished he had told them both that more often as well.

Mitsuki looks like she’s on the verge of tears but is stubbornly refusing to shed them.

“We’ll let you go rest now Katsuki.”

Bakugo nods, not trusting his own voice.

After a fitful night’s sleep Bakugo leaves his home one hour before dawn.

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thisiskatsblog · 11 months

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My city seems to be ready for you Harry, Harries.

#this was here for Bruce yesterday #and next week it’s your turn #it is and extremely weird sensation #for you to be playing the festival I have been going to for 25+ years #taking the bus here to get there just a few steps from my front door #even Brussels or Antwerp doesn’t feel the same #this is you on my turf #you me and 80000 other people #which is huuuuuuge #I’ve been through so much on those festival grounds #and it’s a ritual to return there every year #I hope you will sing me Matilda #it would mean the world #(also for those who read Dutch yes we have tasty food but no the fashion isn’t anywhere near hip ffs Antwerp is half an hour away lol)#(it’s definitely Antwerp for the fashion)#if it’s food your after Laurent and Patrick at Le Chameau are a hidden gem and wonderful people

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pig-wings · 8 months

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Something I've recently noticed is that the blue jays definitely seem to prefer some streets to others. Cambridge is pretty good about planting trees (there's a whole map of them here), so I'm assuming it's more about which types of trees there are. I'm assuming the jays tend to congregate on the streets where there are tons of oaks present so they can eat the acorns. My street is full of Norway maples, so they aren't as common here, but if I walk five minutes they are always calling.

Side note, I changed up my walk to the red line so I pass through a few soccer fields where there are evergreens planted on the border. The ground is littered with cones that the squirrels (and rats too, probably) have eaten. Seems like a good year to be a critter - there seems to be an abundance of acorns and pine cones!

#ramblings #recently went out at like 11PM to return an acorn i had used for a charm bag and pour out an offering to the oaks 💀#i don't need anyone calling the cops on me doing my little tree rituals LMAO #there's also another sidewalk i walk over every day that just says “NO TREE” in spray paint which makes me laugh #it's been there for like a year #cambridge also puts these little stickers on the ground that say 'a new tree is coming soon!' which also delights me #and i think the common puts those little 'hi! i'm new here!' placards by saplings #we've actually adopted the tree in front of our apartment which is another thing cambridge facilitates #i love living here lol

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afieldinengland · 2 years

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#haven’t eaten anything since about six-ish yesterday and i do feel better for it. gum and black coffee have been the ritual meals of the #morning and i’ll have some tea in a little while. it’s a sacred thing to return to a cruel ritual and make it gentle— yet keep it strange #walked the old way down harbourside and read richard ii for my shakespeare module this week :) i think i’ll do that with every play it’s a #nice place to be— a bustling place of people for the plays that bustle just the same— from years not long past #i’ve been walking to all my seminars and lectures now the buses aren’t reliable and i can really tell i’m getting stronger for it.#my foot still aches a little but on new soles— and eventually new boots when i break them in— it’s easier. and my legs are tougher— my pace #is surer. it’s a good feeling #my stomach hasn’t yawned or rumbled in a few hours surprisingly. it’s good #‘i’m set upon a particular fast’ + ‘there’s nothing like a gnawing hunger […] to set a man’s resolve’#worship. Worship. and i worked productively all morning

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myfictionaldreams · 1 year

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I Need to Feel You // Poly!Marauders x fem!reader

Summary: Waking from a lust-filled night, you were feeling slightly needy.

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, subspace (kinda), cock warming, slow fucking, daddy kink, praise kink, dom/sub, size kink/difference), intense, creampie, overstimulated, edging, sensitive, multiple orgasms, aftercare, soft marauders, remus has a big dick

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The ache settled through the muscles in your body was what woke you first, the memories of the following night came tumbling through your mind in a joyful breeze. Gryffindor had won the quidditch cup for the third year in a row which meant late-night celebrations followed by attempts of showing James and Sirius how proud you were.

This plan only succeeded up to a point of undressing before the three marauders were licking, nipping, fucking, and bending in all shapes between the bodies, every hole stuffed and oozing with bodily fluids. It was the perfect night but today, it meant you were shattered, aching everywhere and needy.

Having been around the three of them in such proximity, you needed to feel that sensation a little more, it almost felt like something was missing from your body. There was however a warmth radiating just a little further up the bed and it was almost on instinct that you needed to be closer to it. This was easier said than done however as your limbs didn’t want to be responding to your brain, or at least, it was half-arsed, rather than crawling up the bed, it was more a drag of your exhausted body.

Luckily the warm culprit wasn’t too far away and from his natural scent, without even opening your eyes, could tell that it was James Potter. The Gryffindor Seeker was already half-awake as he felt your body desperately trying to creep closer and was able to position his arms under yours and pull closer.

“Morning love”, his voice was thick with sleep as he leaned down to kiss your temple, breathing in your own scent that calmed him in his own morning ritual. Resting your head against the crook of his neck, you smiled against his skin, kissing it lazily in your own welcome.

James held you close, not realising just how cold you were until his heat began to pour into your muscles. Opening your eyes, you released a heavy yawn, body shaking with exhaustion as he moved his face away slightly so he could look at your face, one hand resting against your naked spine and the other dancing along the sensitive skin on your cheek.

A laugh bubbled in your throat, lips spreading into a cheeky smile as your eyes caught sight of James’ already naturally messy hair but now it looked like there was no saving it. James gave you a confused expression at your laugh but as you reached to try and comb his hair back down to your body he only rolled his eyes, turning to grab his pair of glasses on the dresser beside the bed.

“Nothing like being laughed at in the morning”, he joked, relaxing back into the bed and releasing his own yawn before glancing back down at you. The two of you smiled at one another, just happy to be in each other's embrace. James gently kissed the tip of your nose, his hands lazily exploring the area across your back. “You’re in a good mood this morning”, he casually commented.

Humming in response, you returned your face to his neck, attempting to also lift your leg over his hip but it felt so heavy that he had to reach down and drag it over his thighs. This was how you felt his morning wood, long and hard in between his legs as he pulled your leg up until it rested on his hip.

Not being able to help the giggle from escaping, you could feel James’ smile from the cute sounds you were making. “You know, it’s even worse to have at a man's cock my love” as he spoke, he lowered his lips to your cheek as you arched your head back, his words only making you laugh harder. It wasn’t that you were actually laughing at his hard member, still slightly delirious from the night before.

“Sorry James”, you offered your first words of the day to him, snuggling in closer to his body but the movement from your hips mean that your bare cunt brushed against his hip.

“Anything I can help with there?” his voice suddenly sounded silky as he referred to how wet your pussy was, even leaving a damp spot against his skin. As he looked down at you, the lust slowly filled his eyes as well the pulse of his cock against your thigh.

“Want to feel you closer”, was your own response, voice still sounding thick with sleep. James stroked a finger across your cheek once more and now it was his turn to laugh.

“Are you sure you don’t want to just sleep? You did have quite a busy night if I do recall?”

Your eyebrows furrowed, eyes sliding shut as your fingers moved deeper into his hair, holding tightly, “need to feel you closer, daddy.” Each word was filled with desperation, worried that he wouldn’t actually go along with what you truly wanted, even though your bodies were touching, it still didn’t feel like you were close enough

James tutted, finally understanding just how you were feeling, “ah I thought so, are you feeling a little bit needy today my love?” he asked, referring to the chosen nickname that you’d used.

It wasn’t necessarily a subspace that you were mentally in but having spent hours being full of cock, fingers and tongues; waking up to nothing always left you feeling extra needy. Nodding eagerly to James’ question, he then began to help you sit up so that his back rested against the bedframe and you were in his lap.

Both of your hands rested on his shoulders, face returning to nuzzle into his neck as your thighs stretched over his thighs to straddle him. James mostly held you up though with his arms supporting your back, his cock now resting in between your two bodies.

“Do what you need to do” he encouraged, giving you complete control over the situation. Tiredly and with his help, you raised onto your knees and eased his pulsing member into your soaking pussy. The two of you groaned deeply in pleasure, eyes closing and fingers gripping tighter to each other's bodies as inch by inch you slide down his cock until the two of you were moulded together.

You were still incredibly sensitive from the night before, so you didn’t want to move, just wanted to cockwarm him, the full sensation was just what you were hoping for so your body relaxed into his hold.

James understood immediately that you just wanted to sit there, holding onto one another and he was more than happy to do this. As the minutes ticked by, your delicate cunt kept clenching and twitching around him and even though you didn’t have the urge to ride him, it was still pleasurable and relaxing.

Even at one point as your arms dropped to your side with exhaustion, you could feel yourself falling asleep. “Are you began to fall asleep on me, love?” James asked curiously, warm hands still supporting and teasing the skin across your back.

“Mmm, feel so good, I’m so full”, you mumbled tiredly, voice vibrating against James’ skin.

James was happy that he was making you feel better and itching the metaphorical scratch of feeling close to him. However, after nearly 10 minutes of simply sitting there with his cock unmoving in your cunt which was still sporadically clenching and releasing, James was beginning to sweat. His cock was so incredibly hard it almost hurt, causing it to throb which only in turn caused your walls to flutter around him, it was an endless cycle that he was quickly going to lose.

You felt so fucking perfect around him and he didn’t want to upset you by bringing this to an end because he came but he also wasn’t sure how much longer he could stay like this, needing a break or something.

Just as he attempted to shit his legs, hoping to pull out slightly, you groaned and only ground your hips down harder causing him to swear and release his hold of your back to grip the sheets, begging himself not to cum.

Thankfully his saviours came in the shape of the two other marauders as they returned from stealing some breakfast from the kitchens for you both.

“Oh thank Merlin!” James frantically whispered, keeping his voice low so as to not wake you. His cheeks were now flushed, eyes wildly staring at the two men, sweat coating his forehead causing his hair to damply stick to it.

Sirius was the first to laugh, “having a good morning there, Prongs?”

“Sirius this isn’t funny! She’s feeling super subby this morning and wanted to be close to me and now I need to cum so bad! I can’t stay here for much longer but I don’t want to upset her by not being able to feel full so can one of you, please, come and replace me!”

Both Sirius and now Remus too were laughing at James, of all predicaments to be in, it could have been worse.

“Guys I’m being serious, I’m going to cum!” James was slowly losing his patience with the two other marauders, feeling his cock continue to throb, knuckles aching from the grip on the sheets that he had.

Sirius rolled his eyes at James’ dramatics, beginning to strip his clothes as he muttered, “I think you’ll find I’m Sirius and looks like, I’m also your saviour too”.

The long-haired Gryffindor began to climb across the bed, his cock already thickening from the moment he’d walked into the room and seen yourself and James' naked bodies. James sighed in relief as Sirius moved closer, kneeling directly behind you.

Sirius began by kissing your shoulder, making sure to not frighten you awake, keeping his touches careful and soft, if you were feeling subby, you need that extra care and attention rather than the rough domination that you’d experienced last night. Carefully moving his arms around your body, his lips dropped to hover over your ear, making sure to whisper calming sentiments as you began to stir.

“Shhh Sweetheart it’s all going to be ok, I’ve got you, it’s Sirius. That’s it, lean back into me, that’s a good girl, I’m going to look after you so poor Prongs can have a little break”, his voice had completely changed from the sarcastic one just heard, it was now tender and caring as your head leaned back onto his shoulder, allowing him to help ease you off of James.

“Sirius?” you asked tiredly, attempting to open your eyes to look up at the boy, wondering when he’d gotten back.

“That’s right Darling, it’s me. Going to have a cuddle with me for a little bit”.

Your entire top half was now leaning on Sirius as James was breathing hard and just as he began to ease his cock out, he quickly gripped your thighs, keeping you still, his beautiful mouth dropping open in a gasp, “wait stop, I’m cumming!”

You watched as his eyes scrunched closed hard, his tip still remaining inside and you could feel his dick completely draining inside of you. James came so hard he was nearly dizzy, chest heavily breathing, head falling back against the bed as his balls emptied into your hole.

It gave you a lot of adrenaline to see him look almost desperate with how desperately he needed that orgasm and as he began to calm, releasing the grip on your thighs, rubbing the sore spots quickly before leaning it to kiss your lips delicately. The movement caused his softening cock to finally slip out and a gush of moisture of both yours and his juices slipped down onto the bed.

Sirius was watching with a devilish grin from over your shoulder as James sat with a satisfied smile. Realising he was still mostly holding up, he snapped back to his job and helped to lie you in the centre of the bed, making sure to praise your efforts, “that’s my girl, look at how well you treated James, I’m so proud of your Darling”.

His words had you smiling tiredly into the bed, looking over your shoulder as he eased himself behind you. Sirius’ taller frame was able to curl around yours completely, his arm under your head so that you could lean on it but also hold his hand and the rest of him spooned behind you.

“You did so well,” he continued to praise as he made himself comfortable

“I- I want you closer Siri,” you asked quietly, beaming with pride at his words but feeling the evident loss of the cock between your legs.

“Don’t worry Sweetheart, I’m going to look after you”. This is exactly what he did, using his spare hand and positioning his hips correctly, Sirius was able to aim his cock at your awaiting, cum filled hole which only aided in him being able to slip in.

As the satisfied sensation caused you to sigh happily, James leaned down and kissed your cheek, finally climbing off of the bed to go and clean himself up as Remus knelt next to the bed, holding a slice of toast.

“I think someone needs some breakfast”, he tried to aid you, clearly needing the energy with how exhausted you were.

This doesn’t mean you had to go along with it as you briskly turned your face into Sirius’ arm, hiding from Remus’ food.

“Come on Moony, can’t exactly expect her to eat when she’s already full up”, Sirius joked from over your shoulder, wiggling his eyebrows and ever so slightly thrusting his hips causing you to whine highly and clench harder with your cunt.

“Sirius stop that, she needs to eat something”, Remus reprimanded, stroking a hand along your bare arm before locking your fingers together, bringing it up to his lips and kissing the back. This also filled your chest with warmth, opening one eye and turned to look at him as he gave you a sweet smile back.

“I’ll eat after, I promise” you tried to reason with him, showing that you weren’t completely lost in the submissive headspace that they needed to take control as you wouldn’t be able to look after yourself. Remus nodded his head, taking a moment to kiss the back of your hand a few more times before standing and leaving you two to it.

Closing your eyes once more, you completely relaxed into Sirius’ embrace, finding that your hips had slowly begun to roll, soft mewls building in your throat.

“What do you want? Talk to me,” Sirius encouraged, his thumb and index finger casually playing with your perked nipples.

“Want you”, your voice still sounded thick with sleep but the tight grip on his hand showed just how very much awake and needing you were at that moment.

“Alright Love, I’ve got you”. Sirius released your nipples to gently hold your hips, helping to keep you in place to thrust his hips back and forth very slowly. Making sure the two of you felt every single drag and push of his cock, your walls quivering with each movement.

Eventually Sirius attempted to increase the pace but all you had to do was shake your head once and he was returning back to the slow pace, kissing your shoulder blade, “Ok, we’ll take it slow, just you and me.”

The slow rocking of your bodies helped to lul your needy sensations and the feeling of him was absolutely blissful, neither rushing to an orgasm, just being as one, in and out, groaning each other's names.

After a while - much like James - Sirius began to struggle. The Gryffindor Beater wasn’t usually one for slow, tender love, more enjoying a hard fuck against the wall so trying to keep in control was driving him mad because it felt so fucking good for him to feel every single convulsion that your pussy walls did. But even with his good stamina, there was only a certain amount of time that he could do this and as beads of sweat began to drip down his own spine, he knew something needed to happen.

“You alright over there, Padfoot?”, it was now Remus who was teasing with a smirk plastered across his scarred face, leaning casually against the bedpost with his arms crossed.

“Fuck off”, Sirius grunted, closing his eyes, hips stuttering slightly as he nearly lost control. Trying a different tactic, he eased his hand from your hip and around the front, in between your legs, intending to rub your clit in circles.

However it was so sensitive that you simply brushed away his hand, “I want just this, it feels so good”, you moaned, smiling happily, unaware of the difficulty currently being experienced by the man fucking you.

In truth, you were very close to cumming but the slow pace, kept you almost edged, feeling the elevated high that came before the orgasm and you were enjoying it, finding it almost thrilling.

Sirius bit his lip for a moment, cursing in his head as his thighs began to tremble from the effort of holding back. “Darling, I don’t think I can keep going for much longer, I really need to cum”, his skilful lips began to kiss the junction between your shoulder and neck causing you to sigh.

You liked the sound of him cuming, knowing that even though you’d not put much effort in, both boys had cum inside of you and with how pretty James looked as he desperately came earlier, you wanted that again.

“Mmm, I want you to cum for me Siri,” you announced, forcefully pushing your hips back and purposefully tensing your walls around him.

With the unexpected movement, Sirius only had a second to harshly grip your hip, holding you once again in place and grunting loudly, whole body shuddering as we came. “I love you, fuck-” he cursed and even though you were facing away from him, you could hear the same desperation from him as he coated your insides with his hot seed.

It took a few minutes for him to relax into the hold. “I love you too”, you smiled into his arm, kissing the skin just as he was doing to your shoulder, allowing for his cock to slip out and climb out of bed, leaving you on your own.

Opening your eyes, you smiled lazily, looking around for Remus, hoping it would be joining you next. Luckily he was standing next to the bed, taking off his clothes, knowing he couldn’t just leave Sirius and James to cum inside you without his own contributions and he every so desperately wanted to see your beautiful face light up in your own pleasure.

For a moment, you were able to admire the tallest of the marauders as he climbed into the bed. Remus always made you feel the daintiest without even trying just by the sheer size of his body and the impressive sight between his legs.

As he began to crawl up your body, your fingers found their way into his hair as he used his thick thighs to push both of your weak legs up, his mouth quickly trailing a path of open-mouth kisses up your sternum and to your throat, nipping the area below your ear.

His entire body completely overwhelmed you perfectly and he was careful as to not brush your clit with his cock, having seen just how sensitive it was. “You’ve been such a good girl for us, taking care of James and Sirius, let me take care of you now, Pup”.

Leaning up on his forearms so he could look at your face, he was confused to see a frown displayed. “Want to take care of you though”.

He released a deep chuckle that sent sparks straight to cunt, “you will Love, but I just want to see you cum for me first.”

Remus was so calm and soft, always so aware of wherever he was touching you, making you feel warm and protected, much like the other two had. Gently, with a flick of his hips, Remus was able to push the tip of his thick member into you but you’re a little swollen and therefore grunted, head falling back and hips automatically trying to roll further down.

It always took longer to adjust to Remus’ size, something he would occasionally mock you for because you just felt so small around his cock but he always made sure that you were comfortable.

A shiver passed through your body as you were stretched to your maximum, taking inch after inch until hitting your cervix. You were hungrily gasping for breaths, thighs shaking against his.

“That’s a good girl, deep breaths for me, you’ve taken my cock so well my love”.

The sensation was suddenly so overwhelming that you couldn’t even warn him probably, simply just stuttering “I- I..I” before your walls was clamping down harder as your orgasm constricted throughout your entire body. The build-up of both James and Sirius, having your walls stretched the way they had, was almost a red-hot pleasure through your abdomen but the smile on your face grew in satisfaction.

Remus was just as satisfied as you were, cursing under his breath and closing his eyes feeling your cunt contracting around him, you felt so fucking good wrapped around him. Eventually as you calmed down from your high, you were able to look up at the man hovering over you.

“Want you to cum too”.

Remus leaned down to kiss you tenderly, his lips moving steadily against yours as he attempted to pull out however the movement had you dragging down the bed with how violently your cunt was gripping onto his cock.

“Fuck, you’re so tight! Take a few deep breaths for me, love, need you to relax for me”. You did just that, releasing the hold on his hair, allowing him to hold your wrists above your head as you concentrated on breathing, relaxing the muscles between your legs.

Finally, after a few attempts, eventually, he's able to fuck you, slowly at first but with all of the overstimulation, every nerve felt like it was alive with pleasure, almost to the point of being overwhelmed causing a lone tear to slip from your eye.

“Please…please cum”.

“Nearly there, you’re doing so good for me”.

At some point, Sirius and James had joined the bed to take a hold of a leg of yours each, pushing it back until your knee was resting against your chest, giving Remus the perfect view of your overused, puffy cunt that was still coated in everyone’s cum.

All three of them were now giving soft praises, helping to keep you grounded and not spiral. Remus eventually released his hold on your wrists, sitting up on his knees, his grunts low as he bit his lip, his large hands gripping your hips tightly.

With his firmer grip, he was able to fuck you just that tiny bit harder which had you cumming again, crying out, back arching up and this was all Remus needed to feel his balls tighten, shaft twitching and cum spurting out in thick drools.

Remus’ chest glimmered with sweat and he was breathing heavily as he made sure to praise you one last time, “good girl”, before gently pulling his dick out, glancing down to see the mixture of bodily fluids that had been created and the puffy, overused state in between your legs.

Rushing to the bathroom, he returned with two wash clothes, the first was warm, washing away the mess that had been left, being careful with your sensitivity and then the second cloth was cool, helping to soothe you.

You were desperate to turn onto your side and sleep but Sirius was there, stroking your cheek to wake you again, making sure that you did actually eat that slide of toast and then James was quick to follow it up with a drink of water.

Smiling sheepishly at them all from the middle of the bed, you watched as Sirius and James changed to go to quidditch practice and Remus was more than eager to climb onto top of the covers with you.

“We’l meet you down by the lake after lunch”, Remus informed Sirius and James who nodded, waving a farewell before leaving the two of you.

“Could you read to me, please?” you asked quietly, holding him around his middle.

Remus did just this, picking up the book he’d left on the nightstand, his other hand idly stroking the back of your head, his soothing voice sending you to sleep in seconds.

#poly!marauders #the marauders #marauders smut #marauders one shot #james potter smut #james potter one shot #sirius black smut #sirius black one shot #remus lupin smut #remus lupin one shot #hp smut #hp one shot #james potter #sirius black #remus lupin #hp #mine*

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misshoneyimhome · 5 months

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If you’re willing to write for jack Hughes, maybe something like he & the reader are friends & he finds out that she’s never “finished” (like she’s not a virgin, but she just never finished while having sex), and so he wants to help her out?

Maybe you can add like him liking her before this already, but it doesn’t matter :)

Alrighty bb! I'm so sorry it took so long for me to write this, but it's my first time writing about Jack Hughes, so it took a bit longer than usual 😉 Nonetheless, I hope you enjoy it 🤍 Happy New Year to all Jack H. lovers out there 🥂

[So, apparently, I find it a bit difficult to write about slow sex 🙈]

Warnings; smut 18+; fingering; protected sex (p in v);

Word count; 3.2K

[bestfriend!Jack x reader]

・✶ ｡ﾟ

What's your name? (what's your name?) Who's your daddy? (who's your daddy?) Is he rich, is he rich like me? Has he taken any time To show, to show you what you need to live?

Time of the season - Zombie

"Have you decided on a movie?" Jack called from the kitchen while wrapping up the popcorn.

"Yeah, all set here," you hollered back. "Just waiting on the snacks."

"Okay, I'm here now," Jack hurried over with a chuckle as you were already settled on the sofa, patiently waiting for him.

It was a typical evening spent with your good friend Jack Hughes, a bit of a tradition whenever he returned from a road trip with the New Jersey Devils.

This pattern started off a few months back when Jack had first texted you on his way home, feeling a bit down after some games resulting in losses on the road. And realising how much it affected him, you spent the next day brainstorming ways to cheer him up.

That's when the idea of a movie night came about. The goal was to find a classic, light-hearted comedy that could take Jack's mind off things. And it seemed to do the trick.

And ever since that night, after every road trip, you and Jack would meet up (no matter wins or loses), watch a movie, and then spend the night chatting about pretty much anything and everything.

If he wanted to talk about the trip, you'd talk about that. Or if he needed a diversion from hockey, then that's exactly what you'd provide.

That's just how your friendship worked - calm, laid-back, and straightforward.

With Jack, you felt like there wasn't much you couldn't discuss. Well, perhaps there were a few personal matters you'd never broached with your close friend. However, it never seemed to be an issue.

Though, on this particular evening, during the movie, your phone lit up with a text from your girlfriend, sparking a somewhat sensitive topic to your conversation.

"I swear! This guy is the one 😱 five orgasms tonight babe - I think I’m in love!!"

A smile crept onto your face as you read the message.

It was from one of your best friends, out on a date with a new Tinder match, which was somewhat a weekly ritual for her, yet this time it seemed she'd finally met someone who could meet her rather demanding needs.

"What's so funny?" Jack asked, noticing your smile and focused attention on your phone.

"Oh, it's nothing," you casually responded.

"Come on, tell me - it's clearly something amusing," your friend prodded, as his curiosity piqued.

"It's just Mel, she's on another date," you said, flashing a soft smile as you showed Jack the message, causing his eyes to widen a bit.

"Wow, sounds like she's having quite a night," Jack chuckled lightly.

"Yeah, I suppose," you shrugged, darting your eyes between the movie playing on the TV and your phone, trying to evade Jack's gaze and the topic a bit. However, Jack seemed intent on delving further into the matter.

"Well, I mean, five orgasms in one go, that's quite something," he chuckled lightly. "Depends on the person, of course."

But you found yourself biting your lip, feeling a bit out of your depth with the subject.

"I, um... I guess..." you mumbled nervously. "I mean, I... I wouldn't really know," you softly admitted, staring at your phone in your hand.

"What?" Jack chuckled. "What do you mean you wouldn't know?"

His expression shifted to one a bit puzzled as you quietly revealed your personal secret.

"Well... I haven't exactly ‘finished’... ever."

A brief silence fell between you, the only sound being the TV's credits playing in the background.

"You haven't... had an orgasm? Ever?" Jack asked, genuinely surprised by your sudden confession.

"Well... I mean, kind of - at least I think I have, by myself... but I've just never reached that... climax point with someone else," you slowly exhaled as your eyes met Jack's, giving him a nervous glance.

"Are you serious, y/n?" The hockey player stared at you, utterly baffled, prompting you to gently nod in confirmation.

Jack couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart. How could that be the case?

"It's not as if I haven't had good sex before, Jack," you attempted to explain, trying to ease the tension that had softly developed. "I just haven't... you know, reached that point..."

"But yeah, that’s like the best part! I just don’t get it... Hasn't any guy ever taken his time to make sure you had the complete experience? To give you that satisfaction?"

Your confession seemed to strike a chord with your friend, and though you weren't entirely certain why, it did provide a slight sense of reassurance.

For a while, you'd felt as though something might be wrong with you. Maybe you just couldn't reach climax during sex with someone else. However, Jack's reaction made you reconsider that notion. In a positive light.

"I suppose not..." you spoke gently, locking eyes with him. "There hasn't always been the time, you know... And every time, it seemed they were just aiming to please themselves."

But Jack wasn't willing to accept that. It didn't seem fair to you that you hadn't experienced the true pleasure of sex, if your partners hadn't taken the time to ensure your pleasure was as important as theirs.

And he could feel his mind racing as he pondered how to address this newfound information.

If Jack had to be completely honest, you weren’t just a good friend to him. You held a special place in his heart that went beyond mere friendship, even though there had never been anything romantic or sexual between you.

Truth be told, he had a little crush on you.

Over time, he found you to be someone remarkable. You showed genuine care and support for him, whether it was on the side-line of games or a shoulder to lean on outside the hockey world. And you never asked for anything in return.

You didn’t boast to everyone about your friendship with an NHL hockey player or flaunt your closeness to his family. And your lack of interest in his fame and money was one of the many reasons why he admired you so much.

So, sitting there beside you, realising that you had been missing out on something so wonderful, made him consider whether perhaps he could be the one to introduce you to the pleasures of a fulfilling sexual experience.

However, he hesitated to voice his thoughts, unsure of how you might react. Yet, before he could gather his courage, you interrupted his train of thought.

"Are you okay, Jackie?"

"Yeah, I'm just thinking..."

"About?"

"Nothing... well, not exactly nothing..."

"You can tell me?"

Running his fingers through his hair, Jack took a moment to choose his words carefully, hoping not to alarm you. Then, he tenderly brushed the smooth skin on your cheek as his gaze fixated on your lips.

"I want to show..." he breathed softly, licking his lips almost seductively. "I want to show you just how amazing it can be..."

You were slightly taken aback. Did your best friend just propose that the two of you should have sex?

Yet, Jack's deep eyes revealed no falsehood. He seemed almost dead serious as his gaze met yours again, and you had to remind yourself to breathe.

Jack was without a doubt attractive. And maybe even more than just attractive. Truth be told, you understood precisely why so many girls were constantly swooning over him. He had an incredible charm. His laughter and smile could light up any room, and his hockey-built physique only added to his appeal.

But you'd never considered that he might be attracted to you. You were simply a long-time family friend he could turn to for comfort.

However, in that very moment, it seemed you might have a chance at being something a bit more.

"What?" you asked in disbelief. "I mean, what?"

And Jack gently nodded, his fingers tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

"Y/n, it pains me to think you've never experienced just how good sex can be, so yeah, I'd love to be the one to show you..."

In truth, there wasn't much to contemplate. Though he was your best friend, you didn’t want to overthink why he was expressing a desire to have sex with you. Perhaps it was simply because he felt bad that no one had ever made you feel that way. Nonetheless, it wasn't something you'd turn down.

So, with a gentle nod and a soft smile, you gave him your consent.

However, as he tenderly guided you to his bedroom and began to place delicate kisses on your neck while slowly undressing you, Jack felt the need for more reassurance. He wanted to be absolutely certain that you were completely comfortable with taking this step in your friendship.

"You're sure you want this?"

"Yes, Jack," you whispered softly, your palms delicately finding their way to his chest.

And with a soft nod, his large hands then smoothly slid under the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head and revealing your bra to your best friend for the first time. It was an intimate moment, the closest Jack had ever been to you, his soft lips touching yours, while witnessing you in this vulnerable state. It felt incredible.

The atmosphere was serene and gentle as Jack dimmed the lights in his spacious bedroom, aiming to create the most relaxed setting for you. He even put on some soothing tunes in the background, something that always helped him unwind before a tense match.

An as you were left in just your underwear, Jack gently guided you to lie down on the bed. Though he knew you weren't entirely inexperienced nor a virgin, he wanted to ensure that both of you took the time necessary. Moreover, he had to manage his own excitement. This was about your needs, so he needed to ensure he wouldn’t reach climax too quickly.

Your eyes held a profound gaze as he slowly undressed himself to his boxers and joined you on the bed, his larger body hovering over yours before tenderly placing a soft kiss on your lips.

Your fingers instinctively found his semi-long locks, pulling him a bit closer, eager to deepen the kiss. But Jack pulled back slightly, reminding himself to maintain focus and take things slowly.

"Easy there... we have plenty of time," he whispered softly, redirecting his attention to your neck instead. He kissed, sucked, and nibbled gently on your sensitive skin, allowing you to relax into the comfortable sensations.

A wave of pleasure swept over you as Jack took his time to ease your nerves, allowing you to immerse yourself in the delightful feelings. Soft sighs mingled with light moans escaped your lips as his hand massaged your breast, teasing your nipple through the thin fabric before travelling down to your lacy panties. With gentle strokes, he caressed your warmth, while withdrawing his lips from your skin to observe your exquisite face, reflecting hints of pleasure under his touch.

Locking eyes with him, as his touch grew more intense, you desired more than just gentle caresses.

"Jack..." you breathed out. "Touch me, more."

And your wish was his command.

His fingers slid under your bottoms, gliding through your folds before carefully finding your clit. Being mindful of his rough hockey fingers, he was careful as he circled your sensitive bud, causing more moans to escape your lips.

It was a sight to behold for Jack. Watching your eyes shut tightly, your expressions contorting in pleasure, as he increased his touch, he found it incredibly hot.

"Is it good, baby?" Jack whispered softly; his voice tinged with seduction.

"Yes... Yes, Jack, it's so good," you managed to voice, overwhelmed by the pleasure his fingers were providing, surpassing anything you'd experienced alone.

Under his touch, it felt incredibly wonderful. Jack's fingers worked their magic, and while most guys might have grown impatient by now, he was still taking the time needed to bring you to that peak of pleasure. He was focused on leading you to that blissful climax, feeling a rush of desire as he watched you succumb to the overwhelming sensation.

Then as he felt your body both relaxed and tense with pleasure, Jack adjusted his position slightly. Although there was a fleeting disappointment as his fingers withdrew from your sensitive spot, it didn't last long, as he swiftly removed your panties and positioned himself on his knees between your legs. Then, his left thumb found your sensitive nub again, igniting that pleasurable sensation once more. You had to let your head sink back into the pillow, feeling an unfamiliar but incredible sensation building in your lower abdomen - a feeling beyond description.

Your hands gripped the pillow tightly on each side of your head, eyes closed, as gasps and moans escaped you.

And while observing your reaction, Jack sensed you were approaching that unfamiliar peak you longed for, so with his right hand, he gently found your entrance, teasingly poking with a finger.

"Still feeling good?"

"Yes," you panted. "Yes, Jack... Please," you almost felt embarrassed by your plea, but you were completely under his spell.

And the pleasure only intensified as Jack carefully inserted two digits into your tight core, stretching your walls, guiding you towards an unparalleled level of ecstasy.

"Jack... Fuck," you moaned louder as he withdrew his fingers only to push them back in, establishing a gentle rhythm alongside his circling thumb, delivering multiple waves of stimulation.

"Yeah, that's good, baby, just relax," he encouraged softly.

It was more than good - it was overwhelming. You had never experienced the sensation in your abdomen evolve into something so intense. It seemed to expand, flooding every vein with pleasure as the promise of an orgasm slowly took hold, clouding your mind.

And Jack felt your body's reaction to his touch, the walls of your core contracting around his fingers as you neared your long-awaited climax. So, adjusting his angle, he gently curled his fingers upwards, seeking that particularly sensitive spot. And as you let out a loud moan and arched your back, he knew he'd found it.

So, he persisted, hitting that spot repeatedly.

Your mind, body, and soul felt as though they were being torn apart in a rush of ecstasy, as Jack increased his speed, overstimulating you, and causing your juices to coat his fingers.

"Shit! Jack, I think I'm gonna..." you gasped, the sensations almost overwhelming you.

"That's it, baby, come for me! Let go and show me how good I'm making you feel."

And so, you did.

With a loud, deep moan originating from the depths of your abdomen, you surrendered yourself entirely, slipping into a euphoric state as the orgasm surged through your body, rendering your mind hazy and grey.

"Fuck," you cried out as Jack's movements gradually slowed down, and you had to take a few moments to regain control of your breath, slowly coming down from the intense high, as he withdrew his fingers.

Jack couldn't help but smile, thoroughly enjoying the sight beneath him. It almost felt to scoring an overtime goal as he observed how profoundly he could pleasure you, while you opened your eyes, locking gazes with him.

"Was it good?" he asked, a mischievous grin playing on his lips, although he already knew the answer.

"Well, can't really say no to that, can I?" you chuckled lightly, summoning the strength to prop yourself up on your elbows. "It was fucking amazing, Jack... thank you."

"No need to thank me... I just wanted to make sure you had the best experience," he replied, flashing you a charming smile that could easily sweep any girl off her feet.

"Well, I must admit, you really did," you returned his smile. "But what about you?"

Your eyes couldn't help but drift to the bulge that had unmistakably formed in his boxers, feeling an urge to reciprocate the pleasure somehow.

However, Jack simply let out a soft chuckle before leaning in, hovering over you, and planting a gentle kiss on your lips.

"We don't have to do anything about that right now..."

"Why not?" you looked at him, slightly perplexed. "Jack, I want you to feel good too."

"Are you sure ab—"

"Yes, Jack..." you interrupted, leaning towards him once more, this time deepening the kiss, conveying how much you desired him.

Pulling back slightly, he nodded. "Okay... just give me a moment."

With that, Jack rose from his position, undressing until he stood completely naked, unveiling his eagerly throbbing member. You couldn't help but gasp at the sight. It was long, hard, and slightly curved at the tip, yet perfect in its own right. It complemented Jack's physique, and you felt an intense sudden need to feel it inside you.

And fortunately, there wasn't much of a wait.

Jack swiftly opened the condom packet from his bedside table, put it on, and smoothly went for the missionary position. He then positioned the tip of his cock at your entrance, before carefully pushing in.

Your hand quickly found its way to his hair again as he kissed you passionately, steadily rocking his hips back and forth, causing pleasurable sensations as he slid in and out of you.

Whether it was Jack's perfectly shaped and fitted member or the intense orgasm from his earlier touch, you couldn't tell, but before long, you felt that new familiar sensation building up once more.

And Jack found himself unable to hold back much longer.

While it had been thrilling for him to witness your pleasure, he was now eager for his own release.

And as you both sank into the mattress again, his hips meeting yours in a rhythmic pace, he felt himself nearing his climax.

Your tightening walls spurred him on, and as he lost control, increasing his speed and force, your harmonising moans and heavy breaths filled the room. He was just about to reach the peak as you moaned loudly.

"Fuck Jack, I'm about to come again," you exclaimed.

His rhythm hit you just right, and you couldn't ignore the trembling in your legs as the high took over, succumbing to your second orgasm of the night.

"Yes, come with me…"

And after a few more thrusts, Jack reached his climax, releasing into the latex as both of you let out deep moans, riding the waves of pleasure.

"Shit..." you gasped, a tear trickling down your cheek, overwhelmed by the intense sensation.

"Yeah..." Jack agreed, breathing into the crook of your neck, as he carefully withdrew and settled beside you, pulling you close for a sweaty cuddle, his arm wrapping under your neck, and he turned his head to meet your gaze.

"Are you alright?"

You couldn’t help but let out a light chuckle.

"Yes, Jack, I'm more than alright... that was incredible," you smiled at the hockey player.

"You have no idea how happy that makes me... y/n, you deserved to experience that pleasure," he took your hand and tenderly kissed it.

"Thank you, Jack, you really made me feel amazing..."

With wide smiles on both your faces, Jack then headed to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. And returning with a damp cloth for you to freshen up, he then followed by tucking you in for a cuddle. This was important to him, a crucial part of the whole experience, especially because you were his best friend, and he wanted you to know this wasn't just a casual fuck.

He showed genuine care, and you felt more than content and satisfied in his embrace.

#my asks #18+#jack hughes smut #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes imagine #nhl fanfiction #nhl imagine #nhl smut

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im-totally-not-an-alien-2 · 7 months

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Halloween prompts year 2 day 20

The bats interrupted a cult ritual and beat up the bad guys before anything could happen, or so they think.

A small wooden horned figure is picked up by batman (with tweezer or course) and is placed in an evidence bag for further analysis)

Something later happens with the kids sqaubling in the batcave and the thing pops out from where it was placed and touches one of the batkids directly

Phantom in the zone hears an open game challenge with no rules or set prizes established and quickly answers it before another spirit with...less honorable intentions gets to it. He finds out he has to play a game with them that lasts until the last hour of Halloween night (a full month!) And he can't return a second sooner. Worse still is that since the prizes were never set if he loses he basically writes whoever he's playing against a blank check where they can ask for ANYTHING and Danny has to comply.

Danny decides that they'll play a large scale horror version of hide and seek. All he has to do is find three bats every night and tag them and he's set but for them to win they have to find out his full real name and his ghost name and say them before the clock strikes midnight of Halloween night

#halloween prompts #dpxdc #prompts #batfam #danny is going to have fun with this #also hes worried about amity #ever heard that hide and seek song?#danny is going for *style points*#aka hes being as creepy as possible and enjoying it

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mayhemories · 1 year

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Neteyam x readers kids to lovers eventually, before WOTW bc I carnt handle his death

Eywa, A Sign

Ohhh it kills me, I love this boy. He died for what? Pandora Jesus better resurrects him next time, or I will have words with Mr Cameron. Not sure if I did your request justice, hope I did <3

Pairing: Neteyam Sully x Reader (James Cameron’s Avatar)

Requested: Yes | No

Warnings: None? Just straight fluff. Reader is an orphan trope/parental death. Mentions of death.

Words: 1.58k

Author’s Notes: Neteyam is roughly 18/19 here, Reader is 18, Lo’ak and Kiri are 17, and my girl Tuk is still the same. Set before Way of the Water.

Please note that the reader utilises she/her pronouns. If you’d prefer male or gender-neutral pronouns in fic I’m more than happy to repost a male or gn version of the story, otherwise include any pronoun preferences in the request box!

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Many Na’vi died following Toruk Macto. Either due to the impact of the battlefield violence or, their wounds upon return to their clan. Your parents, two brave Omatikaya warriors, died at the hands of the Sky People during a routine raid on supply shipments.

Jake and Neytiri were quick to take you under their care, love and protection. Practically becoming one of their own. Being a few months younger than Neteyam and a year older than the twins, Kiri and Lo’ak, you slipped right in.

Jake was never afraid to reprimand you like you were his own, either. Like the time you were twelve, Lo’ak eleven:

“Now what did I tell you two?” Jake had you and Lo’ak lined up against the wall of the clan stronghold, sprung by the Olo’eyktan from the moment you came sneaking back in after curfew.

“Don’t be in the forest after eclipse-” You and Lo’ak mumbled under your breaths, knowing that Jake wouldn’t let up.

“Yes! That’s right, don’t be in the forest after eclipse!” he said, exasperated, holding his hands above his head, dragging them down across his face. “And where were you two knuckleheads?” His face was annoyed, though his eyes were soft. We were his kids, god forbid anything happened to us.

“Look dad (y/n) had nothing to do with it, it was all me-” Lo’ak started, but you finished,

“Sir, Lo’ak didn’t want to go, I wanted to go.” You and Lo’ak shared a small smile, he was your brother, through and through.

Jake shook his head, hands on hips.

“Go, go, both of you. Wash up.” He was stern, but as you two skxawngs ran past him you saw the gentle smile lay on his lips.

As you got older you noticed Jake becoming harder and harder on his boys. For whatever reason Lo’ak almost gave up on pleasing Jake, felt like he could never be enough for him, a spec of dust compared to Neteyam’s glittering gold. Maybe that was why, why he was so impulsive and reckless, consistently. Any attention being good attention for Lo’ak. Regardless of his intentions, you liked that about him. He encourages your sense of adventure like a brother should, was always there to catch you when you fall. Neteyam and Lo’ak were different sides of the same coin, both living to please Jake in one way or another. Jake saw himself in Lo’ak and that scared him, you knew that,

But Neteyam…shit, Neteyam.

You always saw Neteyam differently. As kids, he felt too cool for you to be around. This developed over time as you, yourself developed. As you felt awkward and out of place in your body, tail giving away every thought and feeling, Neteyam got taller, got broader, got sweeter. As an awkward teenager, your little soft spot evolved into a full-blown crush. You kept it under wraps sure, Lo’ak teasing you here and there but he never thought anything serious of it. Shit, you tried not to think anything of it. He was the future Olo’eyktan, he was the future of the clan.

Now, freshly eighteen you were considered a woman: A relatively fierce Ikran rider, bow made from wood of the tree to replace the Hometree that was lost to the Sky People, a hunter. You surpassed any ritual trail of clan-life easily, save for one. Save for probably the most important one.

Finding a mate.

So, here you were, kneeling on the beautiful deep green moss surrounding the base of the Tree of Voices. The tree was glowing purple, fading to a light pink and back again, streaks of white travelled up and down the tendril of the tree, where you’ve made the bond. The hum of the ancestors created a white noise in you mind, helping to create a true vision. Praying to Eywa always gave you a sense of calm, like all anxieties were being blown right through your body, energy settling itself back into the world.

“My dear All-Mother Eywa, I come to you now for guidance, for advice.” You started, clamping your eyes shut to encourage any kind of vision, so that you may see into the realm beyond that of physical sight.

Neteyam knew it was wrong, to listen to your private prayers with Eywa. But he did not make a move to leave his advantageous spot, hidden amongst trees and rocks, he could watch you freely. His whole life felt like it revolved around you, and your alluring presence, strong heart, strong mind.

Neteyam officially became a man the year prior, it was expected of him as the future clan leader to have already chosen a woman. And, in some ways he had. It had always been you, it was always you. Neteyam loved you, and it was never as a sister as Lo’ak has. When you were children you would play family. Neteyam was the dad, you the mum, Kiri and Lo’ak the kids. Neteyam knew from a young age that he didn’t want to play family with anyone else.

He assumed Neytiri always knew, too. She never pressured him in claiming a mate, or even talking about it. Jake, well he was less switched on when it came to Neteyam’s shy nature. He was always pestering Neteyam about it-

Jake had flown Neteyam and himself to a floating mountain so that him and his first born son could speak freely: “Look, I’m not even saying you have to mate straight away! But at least court someone Neteyam, you’re the future of this clan-” Jake started, but for the first and last time in his life, Neteyam cut his father off.

“I am waiting for (y/n)!” Neteyam yelled, holding the bridge of his nose, anticipating that Jake would come back with a raised voice as he most often did. It did not come. Instead Jake closed the distance between him and his son, wrapping his arms around his beautiful baby boy, who wasn’t a baby anymore. Neteyam loosened, wrapping his still lanky arms around his father. With his chin resting on Neteyam’s head, Jake chuckled:

“Well then, wait for her as long as you need.”

“I love her.” Neteyam admitted quietly.

“I know you do, kid.”

Neteyam shook the memory from his mind, and focused back on your kneeling, praying figure in front of him.

“My mother Eywa, what am I to do?” You felt exasperated, lost. “I… I am afraid that the one I love does not love me Eywa.”

Neteyam’s chest tightened, although he always knew it was a possibility that you may not want him, he tried his hardest swaying anyone else’s decision in the matter. The glares he had sent to all the young na’vi during their teen years, and at your own ceremony of womanhood, Neteyam made it clear with growls and possessive hovering that he was waiting for you. Although, maybe he could’ve made it clearer to you.

“Great Eywa please, please show me a sign that Neteyam and I will be named mates.” you whispered, scared to admit his name in the scenario, aloud.

Neteyam felt like he could vomit. He slowly approached you, kneeling beside you, as if he were beginning to pray, himself.

You could feel his heat, his being as he sat down, you didn’t need to open your eyes to confirm. Besides that, you could feel all the blood drain from your body and rush back up to your cheeks and ears. Clearing your throat, you decided that this was a good a sign as any.

“Neteyam” You opened your eyes, his beautiful warm honey ones already locked on your face, “how much of that did you hear?”

Neteyam hung his head in shame, shaking some of his braids from their resting places, blood rushing to his cheeks.

“I am so sorry, I know I shouldn’t have listened to your private words spoken with Eywa.” Neteyam spoke softly, like he always did with you. “But I could not help it, especially knowing you have not chosen a mate yet.” Neteyam spoke around a lump in his throat, “I needed to know why.”

Your mind was rushing a million miles per minute. But fake bravado was something that Lo’ak taught you, and something you could hide behind.

“You know, you haven’t chosen anyone either. My ceremony was last week, yours was last year.” You said, catching his eye again, with a slight smile on your lips. Neteyam laughed. Shit, you loved that sound. You could die happy now, hearing his laugh.

“I have chosen,” your stomach dropped at his words, though sensing your anxiety Neteyam wove one of his hands with yours, and pinned you to the spot with his warm eyes. “I just had to wait a year for her to choose me too.”

And all at once it felt like Eywa had breathed life into you, and Neteyam. Like your soul was made of milk and honey and you were going to flow on forever.

You kissed him, your hands cupped his beautiful face, his slender fingers settling on your waist, nestling between beads and cloth.

He came out of the kiss laughing, needing air. You let out a laugh too, keeping your foreheads together.

“I see you.” You whispered, still scared that if you speak too loud this dream will dissipate into the colours of Pandora’s jungle, floating away from you entirely.

“I have only ever seen you,” Neteyam said, smiling. His silver freckles set alight from the glow of the Tree of Voices.

Happiness was simple.

#avatar twow #avatar 2022 #avatar 2009 #avatar #neteyam x reader #neteyam #neteyam sully #jake sully #neteyam sully fluff #loak #loak x reader #loak x reader platonic #jake sully x reader #jake sully platonic #jake sully domestic #avatar domestic

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symp4nat · 4 months

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hi lovely, i saw u wanted requests so how about painting clarisse's nails for capture the flag? cuz i noticed they're painted black and it could be a little ritual they do every year, xx.

Nails

clarisse la rue x fem!reader

authors note: i have headcanoned that there are 2 floors in cabins thank you

summary - um.. as says in request... and a little more cute moments! :)))

word count: 600

warnings: nail polish?, hot nicknames from clarisse

You were well versed in many things. Nail painting being one of them. Just, not on your own nails, but especially Clarisse's. Not that she would admit it, but she really... really... enjoyed it when you painted her nails.

Her nail beds were fine, usually filed. They were pretty. Like her.

You rushed into her cabin with a bag under your arm, a hair straightener under the other and her polished spear in your hands. As you entered the cabin, you almost stabbed someone with her spear and you squeaked out, "Sorry!"

You ran upstairs towards Clarisse's corner where her bed laid. You huffed and set everything down on the top of a stand. You leaned her spear against the wall. "No... c'mon, mamas, you told me you were only doing my nails," Clarisse groaned.

"No, we- we have to do your make up, your hair and your nails... And we'll only be ready in time for Capture the Flag if we start now, chop chop!"

You opened your bag and reached for a few colours of nail polish. You set them on the bed alongside a bunch of makeup products, all with labermaker-labels stuck onto them so you knew which ones matched you and which ones matched Clarisse.

"Get your colour real quick and I'll start," You said as you grabbed some brushes.

"I'm still stunned you're not an Aphrodite kid, are you sure you got claimed by the right parent," she asked. With a roll of your eyes, you said, "I'm sure I was." She glanced at the colours as she spoke. "Do you have black," she asked.

You whined, "But black isn't cute," you exclaimed. She raised an eyebrow and with a huff, the black nail polish was in your hand with the lid open. You sat on the bed and gestured for her to give you her hand. She placed her hand in yours.

Your tongue poked out while you tried to concentrate. Once you were done with one hand, you reached for the other and began working on it. You wiped off the excess with a tissue and looked at her hands proudly. "Your hands look even more prettier than usual," you joked.

You applied the quick-dry layer of the nail polish and admired her.

She went to touch her nail and you grabbed her hand. "Clarisse, I swear."

You grabbed the big mirror next to the bed which was there for you when you went to do your makeup in the cabin. You plugged in your hair straightener and sat on the floor after turning it on. You sectioned your hair and began straightening it. "You should stop burning your hair follicles, y'know," Clarisse asked, "Your curly hair looks good."

You shrugged. "It's not the worst? But straight hair makes me feel confident, C," you said.

She knew you were stubborn, so what was the point in her even trying to lecture you. "Want me to straighten your hair," you asked her. She yelped, "Oh hell no, I like my hair!" You giggled as she was being defensive. "I do too," you said.

You turned off and unplugged your straightener and returned it to its bag. You went to stand behind her and your fingers tangled in her hair. You played with her hair and then pinned some of it back to look nice and also battle-able. you tried the ends and then applied a gently hue of blush to her face. You added lipstick and you grinned proudly. "Eyeliner," you questioned.

She pecked your lips a few times and spoke.

With a laugh and a slight red hue on her cheeks, Clarisse grabbed her spear. "Capture the Flag's about to start, let's go."

You huffed. "Fine, my hair looks... fine... and I look shitty, great."

"Hey," she gently snapped, "Don't say that, princess, you look great. And by the way? Thank you... for sharpening and polishing my spear, mamas."

"Yeah, 'course, anything for you," you said as you watched her run out.

After Capture the Flag, you went into Clarisse's cabin. You sat on her bed and grabbed her hands. "I didn't appreciate how you almost killed Percy... but I can't blame you, 'cause the... thing... happened," you said as you gazed into her eyes. Your eyes then landed on her nails.

You irritably screeched, "Clarisse!"

Her nails were practically entirely scuffed off. "We're redoing these, I swear," you groaned.

#clarisse x reader #clarisse pjo #clarisse la rue #clarisse la rue x reader #clarisse la rue fluff #clarisse la rue x y/n #pjo tv show #percy jackson show #percy jackon and the olympians

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hemmingsleclerc · 4 months

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New Year's Day ┃Timothée Chalamet

summary: where timothee spends new year's day with his girlfriend's family and he may not understand their traditions but he still enjoys the night

''5..4..3..2..1 and!''

''Happy New Year!''

As soon as I heard the first fireworks in the sky I started eating the 12 grapes I had in my glass.All my other relatives at the table began to do the same, from the oldest to my little cousins. At some point I felt like I was about to choke and lose consciousness, but I wasn't willing to let any of my wishes come true.

I looked to my side and saw Timmy eating his third grape. He chewed calmly, enjoying the sweet taste of the fruit and at times I saw how he stifled a laugh when he saw me so desperate. I nudged him lightly with my elbow and motioned for him to hurry up.

''What?'', he asked, showing confusion on his face.

I had to swallow what was in my mouth to be able to answer him.

''You have to eat them quickly Timmy, if you continue like this it won't work and your wishes won't come true!'', I said

''I don't think I have any idea what I was supposed to be wishing for, anyways, why do it so quickly?''

''For more excitement''

When I finished the last grape, I thought about it a little, I didn't really remember what I had wished for but I was sure that among my 12 wishes was happiness, health and love. Everything happened so fast that I barely had time to think about other things to ask for. My brother and cousins had also finished their grapes and ran to the door where there were some suitcases and ran out. Timothée, still in his place at the table, watched everything with a mixture of curiosity and confusion as he continued eating.

''I thought they would spend the night here! Where did they go?''

''They will be back soon, don't worry, the block is not that big, they just went out for a little run'' I said

''¿What?¿For what?''

''To travel, silly!'' I exclaimed excitedly ''You have to run around the block with a suitcase, it is said that it is to attract luck to be able to travel a lot during the year''

Timothée stood there in silence as he slowly began to make a surprised face processing everything his girlfriend had said. He watched everything attentively and with a sparkle in his eyes, excited to be able to participate in the ''curious'' traditions.

This year, I thought it would be a great idea for Timothée to spend the New Year with my family since we had spent the previous year with his family, and I also thought it would be fun for him to know the rituals we did every year on New Year's Eve.

''That doesn't make sense at all''

''I know! It doesn't have to!''

When my cousins arrived I went to chat with them a little about how the race had been. Meanwhile Timmy started talking to my father when I saw my uncles carrying ''the old''.

''Oh my god Timmy you're going to love this'' I took him by the hand and ran to where my whole family was gathered.

Before it started I went to get a pencil and paper for both of us while Timothée returned to get his drink.

''Ready? you have to write down everything bad about the year'' I told him while I took a drink from his glass

''For what? What will you do with that?'' he asked while looking for a place to lean on and write, but since there wasn't one nearby, he stood behind me and leaned on my back while holding his glass in his mouth.

''Do you see that doll that is there?'' I pointed ''It is supposed to represent the old year, it is made of different things like cardboard, and it is set on fire but first we put all the papers with everything bad that happend through the year so that it doesn't repeat''

''They set it on fire? Is that safe?''

It's probably not the safest thing but I may not tell him that.

''Relax Timmy, we do this every year, did you finish writing?''

He nodded and handed me the paper, I folded it along with mine and put it between the doll before my uncle set it on fire. I returned to Timmy and stood in front of him while he hugged me and rested his head on mine.

''Did you had fun babe?''

''I have to admit it was a little strange but it was a lot of fun, we should do some of these things next year together with my family, I bet it would be fun to run down the street with suitcases with Pauline.''

I nodded as I turned to kiss him, I was sure that next year would be just as fun as this one.

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zhongrin · 5 months

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𒆙 deus auri

part 4/8 of ⎡∞ / 𝟔 𝟎 𝟎 𝟎 ⁺⎦, a zhongli 2023 birthday event

𖧷 tags ┈ gn!reader, teeth-rotting fluff

𖧷 a/n ┈ merry christmas yall! i hope you're being surrounded by your loved ones today (be it physically or online). consider this a christmas gift from me to you <3

𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒻𝓊𝓁𝓁 𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓊 ❬ masterlist ❭ 𐫱 𝓂𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓅 ❬ taglist ❭

𝓃early everyone in your neighborhood knew of your secret admirer, yet no one knew of their actual identity.

they had their speculations, of course. the elders just love to tell you all about their theories whenever they spot you with yet another fresh yellow hibiscus on your person. perhaps it was the young man three houses away, since mrs. feng saw him stealing glances at you? oh, or maybe it was the lady who moved into the neighborhood a few months ago, since the timing matched with when you started receiving the flowers? no, no, it must have been the blacksmith’s child who was just the perfect age for marriage, or the widowed greengrocer who kept giving you discounts, or—

entertaining the musings of the older folks who had nothing better to do than gossip was not your specialty, so a forced laugh and an excuse later, you continued on your merry way, shaking your head with a breath escaping your lips as your fingers brushed the soft petal.

you used to keep the flowers in a vase or press them between book pages to dry them out, hoping to prolong their life, but these days you prefer to have it on you as you go about your day. sometimes you’d wear it on your hair, tucked behind your ear, or weaved around your wrist, and other times you’d slip it on your clothes, going as far as planning your attire around the bright yellow petals. and when the day ended, the bloom would have wilted, but you already knew that the next day, another fresh flower would appear right in front of your doorstep.

truly, a mystery.

as many moons passed, you became curiouser and curiouser. such dedication, such resourcefulness. just who was this silhouette in the dark you could not seem to shine a light upon? as silly as it sounded, you were slowly toeing the lines of curiosity and perhaps even affection, as stupid as that sounded.

there was a florist you would always pass by whenever you returned home from a day of toiling at work. a selection of flowers, though none matched the flower you tucked onto your belt loop for the day, lined the forefront of the little stall, its owner giving you a friendly smile as you approached.

you started placing marigolds on your doorstep before going to bed.

what made you choose the specific flower? you weren’t too sure yourself. perhaps the colors and rounded shape of its floral head that day reminded you of mora, and it was an attempt at darkly humoring the stranger who had been spending their mora to buy all those hibiscus blooms. perhaps you just found them pretty and silently hoped your secret admirer would, too.

the marigold always disappeared the next morning, replaced with your faithful, bright yellow-petaled friend.

the ritual continued on, and just as tireless as your admirer was, you made sure to be just as persevering. not a day passed without the exchange of blossoms - not when it rained, nor when the holidays rolled by.

“mama, look! it’s the adepti!!” a little girl raced past you, dragging her laughing mother by the hand, jumping and trying to seek past the crowd of people flooding the main street at the end of your little neighborhood. the ginkgo leaves were falling, maidenhair petals matching the bright color of the hibiscus pinned onto your hair billowing past as you too, stepped towards the crowd.

they did this parade every single year, both to celebrate the end of a prosperous twelve-month period and to honor the very birthday of the geo archon, and every single time you thought you would ever get bored of it. a magnificent procession along the main streets, a week-long festival before and after, the various stalls opening along the streets, the hustle and bustle of the harbor amplified, joyfulness and the trees seemingly painting the air gold.

“ah, the demon conqueror isn’t joining us this year?”

“he’s the elusive sort, after all.”

”but the great illuminated beasts are almost all here!”

it was hard to make out the words of the people around you as the crowd bustled in excitement and the processional march reverberated so loudly in your ears, so you decided to step and slip around the gaps of enamored people when you spotted your chance.

eventually, your eyes finally fell upon the group as they made their way through the stone paved path. the proud magnificent beasts were always a sight to behold; otherworldly and also imposing. golden and red, intricately sewn flags bearing the symbol of geo along with the harbor itself waved in the air as the sounds of the drums seemed to make the ground shake. the smell of incense filled your lungs, your eyes squinting as the sunlight caught the cor lapis ornaments affixed onto nearly every object and clothing of the congregation. and yet it was said that the celebration march used to be much grander, with dancers and flower petals and scriptures detailing the founding of liyue and the tales of the archon war being read out loud - but your lord himself insisted for it to be downplayed after several hundred years.

and speaking of the devil…

“may rex lapis live and reign for ten thousand years!”

“ten thousand years, ten thousand of ten thousand years!”

this year too, the deity sat upon the resplendent sedan chair carried by four mortals. this year too, he looked as regal in his dark garment patterned with glowing golden threads and - in your opinion - as bored out of his mind. this year too, a stem of-

-wait.

he didn’t have those last year.

marigold eyes glanced toward your direction, and you thought you had induced yourself into having a fever dream when your gazes met. but no, the way his amber eyes slightly widened and the way he suddenly shifted, back straightening from its former slouch and the colors dusting his cheek were very much real. while your lips parted as you tried to process the information, his own lips stretched into a gentle smile; gloved fingers plucking the flower from its pinned place on his outer robe, before placing a fleeting kiss on the one-stemmed tagetes’ amber corolla.

and as the crowds moved, eager to follow your lord, you let yourself be carried away by the sea of eager citizens, your heart doing double flips inside your chest as you tried to fit the puzzle pieces together.

…….. you think your ‘secret admirer’ might be the very god of your nation.

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #zhongli #zhongli x reader #rin writes #∞ / 𝟔 𝟎 𝟎 𝟎 ⁺

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oozedninjas · 6 months

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Ghost Bridal

Summary: Rumor has it that the mystical jungle spirit will only resurface if a sacrifice is presented. However, Leo is taken aback. A sacrifice bridal wasn't something he would've expected from the people he vowed to protect. But with his mind clouded by the heat of his mating season, he resolves to accept you as oblation.

WARNINGS: NSFW/ 18+ / MDNI/10 years after the 2007 movie, so Leo 27-29/use of the word slut once/light dirty talk/mention of sexual toys/dry humping /oral (fem receiving) /Xenobiology (knot mentions)/somnophilia (if you read between the lines, squinting) / penetrative sex/chafing, bleeding and bruising/ aftercare/mating cycles/ The reader is referred to with she/her pronouns and possesses female anatomy/ Leo being the best boy despite the situation :')

Word count: 4,522

A/N: I now have an Ao3 account! This, along with other pieces, will be there by tomorrow!

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"Quick, it's about to start!" Mikey exclaimed, gesturing with his arm, urging them closer.

Donatello arrived first, arranging the cushions on the couch for Splinter. Just as he finished, Leo assisted him in sitting down, and Raphael placed a bowl of popcorn in his lap.

"I'm glad my sons make time to watch dramas with their father," Splinter commented.

Observing them all seated, his expression softened. Despite their age, they would always be his boys.

"We'll always have time for you, Dad," Mikey returned the smile.

The drama began. Donnie dimmed the lights with a small wrist device. The room fell quiet, illuminated only by the old television. Leo leaned his back on the sofa with a gentle expression before an itch of incompleteness stinged him again, rough, and stomach-twisting.

“There she is,” Splinter voiced, “I bet she will confess her love for Ma-”

The channel changed. On the screen, the afternoon news.

"Michelangelo!"

Mikey jumped, searching for the remote long lost between the cushions on his side of the couch. Leo got up to help, removing the pillows while vaguely listening to the fast-paced voice of the reporter.

"The inhabitants are desperately sending smoke signals and performing spiritual rituals to summon back the ghost of the jungle, a vigilante spirit who guarded the village ten years ago."

Leo's eyes snapped back to the screen.

"The situation is unsustainable. The factory is damaging the ecosystem. Losing it would signify the beginning of a collapse for humanity," said a doctor with exasperation. He pulled the mic from the news reporter as he approached the camera.

"If somehow you're listening, please come back. The jungle needs you. We need-"

The channel changed back to the drama.

"Found it," Mickey said, waving the remote.

No one cared anymore. Every pair of eyes was fixated upon Leo, whose heart pounded within his chest, echoing throughout his shell.

"You must go," said Splinter.

He tensed, sensing Raph’s gaze over him.

"We must go,” he said, turning to his brothers. “All of us."

Donatello sighed. "I'm allergic to mosquito bites."

Mikey grimaced. "Since when?"

"Since now."

Raphael gave Leo a barely noticeable melancholic smile.

"We aren’t kids anymore. It ain't the end of the world if ya gotta disappear for a bit," he said teasingly.

"Oh, I get it. It's a solo trip," Mikey said, lowering his gaze.

"I won't be far for too long," Leo remarked as if it were a promise.

Donatello scoffed. "We'll survive without you for quite a while. Don't rush to commitment. We know."

At that moment, all he could offer Donnie was a smile. However, as Leo descended from the cargo ship and stepped into the border of the jungle, he finally understood what his brother meant. Taking a deep breath of the fresh, humid air of the greenery, his gaze danced along the flora surrounding him. This was it—the missing piece: nature. The sensation of embracing a certain aspect of himself that could not find fulfillment in the heart of a bustling city.

— – -

It took Leo no more than two months to gradually dismantle the construction site. An appearance here, a couple of blows there, a few noises at night, and a town full of people who convinced the businessmen responsible for the project that the jungle ghost was as tangible as the machinery stripping the trees. And that was it. He could go back after completing the mission.

However, akin to the first time, he stayed. This time not out of fear of not meeting his father’s expectations, but because adulthood had taught him it was okay to take breaks. It was okay for him not to be a leader, an elder brother, or a ninja all the time. It was more than okay to just be Leo.

After another couple of months, plants had claimed the machinery's remains. Some metal pieces still exposed to the sun sparkled, giving it an almost magical touch. The town's inhabitants built a statue resembling an anthropomorphic monk. It wasn't exactly cute, but Leo supposed it was better than revealing his true identity.

Living in the wild brought a new adventure every second, and Leo couldn't stay still. During the day, he collected food and brought it to his old underground hideout, a sort of cenote reflecting sunlight by day and stars at night, with enough space to exist in peace.

With the moon as his guide, he took care of various issues entrusted to him by the community. More than anything, moving heavy objects or patrolling certain areas. Given that most people were elderly, it was understandable.

Feeling free was satisfying. It was nice having a personal sense of purpose, liberated from the weight of carrying a team, and away from the possible repercussions of his decisions. There were no external pressures, no responsibilities beyond those self-imposed, and although there were nights when he missed his brothers, video calls were more than enough, as Donnie had gifted him a high-tech device before he left. Things were far better than alright… until winter wore off.

On the first morning of spring, Leo awoke to a familiar heat rising in his lower belly, prompting a strong urge to relieve the discomfort. He groaned. It only worsened with time. Regardless of the hour of day, he found himself suddenly lost in thoughts about his sexual toys, and all the ways he could be using them. The more he tried to distract himself, the more the memory of the relief they provided infiltrated his every waking moment.

Leo hummed, pressing a hand down his plastron, over the area that ached the most. It was beginning to get pretty sensitive. Bad sign.

Perhaps the villagers wouldn't be alarmed if he missed work for just one night, but as the next night came, and the next, and the next, things showed no sign of improvement. Leo began to feel more than just anxious. To make matters worse, at this point, not even fucking his fist was enough. It helped get his mind clear for the day, but the underskin burning never quite faded.

Leo turned over his leaf-makeshift bed, which now seemed ten times more unpleasant, and tried in vain to suppress the urge to go out and figure out how to make it more comfortable for himself and his ma– Leo snorted at the thought. It was horrible to endure instincts conflicting with rational thought. There had never been such a thing as a 'mate' in his life. A couple of partners, sure, but nothing close to someone who saw him like this. The mere thought of being unable to hold back or keep composure twisted his stomach.

“Fuck—” he sighed under his breath.

His hand closed around his shaft, gripping it deliciously as he moved it fast-paced. Small whimpers fell from his lips, heat spreading through his body. The peak of the season was the worst part of it.

His head fell back as he hissed, hooded eyes locked in the sky as he chased his release. His voice rose more than he'd like as he came loud and long, spilling hot loads all over his plastron.

Leo coughed before catching his breath. He cleansed himself with a rag dampened in cold water, the sensation leaving him slightly dizzy. Every inch of his body ached. As he focused on the soothing coolness, a faint sound of footsteps reached him. He sharpened his hearing; an agitated breath came with it. Someone dared to trespass into his territory.

The mere thought sent anger coursing through his veins, propelling him hastily toward the origin of the sound. He landed with a resounding thud, causing the scattered branches on the ground to snap beneath his weight. The intruder staggered backward. His katana reached their throat, halting mere inches before the tender flesh.

As the moonlight cast its glow, clarity washed over his vision: a woman, draped in an ethereal white fabric, lay sprawled on the ground. The wind carried her scent to his nose, and he instinctively covered his snout with his forearm before retreating, concealing himself behind a sturdy tree. His pupils dilated, taking her in.

"What are you doing here?" Leo rasped.

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You gasped a couple of times before digesting that what you just saw was not human.

It’s okay, you said to yourself, It’s him. It's the same voice, steady, gravelly, and with a hint of sparkle. He who had rescued you so many years ago. He, who took care of everyone in the village. He, to whom the elders held respect and affection. Once you caught your breath, you began to recite long-memorized lines.

"Mighty spirit of the wild, protector of the jungle, I— I have been sent as an oblation for you to do as you please. If that brings you back to our aid."

Leo scoffed, disbelief evident in his expression. "They forced you here?" Anger was palpable in his voice. Perhaps he had been protecting the wrong kind of people.

"No!" you quickly clarified. "I offered myself.”

Your scent was intoxicating: sweet with a hint of spice. He focused on breathing through his mouth.

“Why?”

You gave one step closer, cautiously. “Consider it a payback. For your help to everyone in the village.”

"Payback?" he sneered. “I came back of my own free will. You owe me nothing.”

The urge to approach and tap your cheeks was gnawing at him. Fuck, he hated not to be in his freaking right mind. Hold it, Leo chanted in his mind. Hold it just for one more minute.

"I still want to lend you a hand,” you mumbled. “I- I have worked customer service, so I understand that taking care of other's needs constantly drains energy. I just thought you might want an extra hand."

Why was your voice suddenly so alluring? He huffed, exhausted.

"You offered yourself as a sacrifice bridal because you think I'm burnt out?"

You could hear a certain tension in his voice, stitched with a hint of sass—although, he seemed to be speaking through gritted teeth. Was he in pain?

His tone was harsher than he intended, perhaps due to the embarrassment of enduring his heat in the worst possible way. The branches and dirt cracked under your weight as you approached. Leo tensed, gripping his katana tightly.

“I know I may not have all my screws in place, but I wanted to return the favor for all the times you’ve saved us, that’s all. Help around in any way you see fit, whether it's assisting with chores you're too tired to do or whatever else you wish."

Your voice was as soft as a velvety touch wrapping around him, sensually caressing him like the finest silky fabric. It sent a shiver down his spine. He swallowed a gasp when you reached his side. His heart rate surged, echoing through every blood vessel. Leo moved back, the sharp katana once again mere inches away from your face, yet this time, trembling like he wasn't strong enough to hold it.

You raised your hands, palms showing. "But it's up to you. I really don't want to disturb you further."

You observed him wrestling with inner turmoil, his face taut, burdened by indecision.

"You don’t understand what you’d be getting into." His gaze matched the depth of his voice.

"Tell me."

Leo exhaled heavily, whispering, "I'm burning."

He sounded like he was dying.

“Are you sick?”

You took a step closer, and his face became much clearer.

He let out a sort of sardonic laugh. “No.”

Then you saw it: desire blazing bright in his eyes. You took a deep breath, considering. He remained as still as if he was another three in the green landscape. It hit you right there.

"Spring is when the reproductive cycle of life forms begins, isn't it?" you were searching for toned-down words so as not to make him uncomfortable. “That's what's happening to you," you stated, half matter-of-factly, half realizing it.

"Then you understand what it would mean to stay and help me," he said. "So leave. Run back, I'll guard your flank."

You stood your ground, despite your shaky legs. “I'll help.”

“What?” he gasped in disbelief.

“I won't go back as a failure, and I won't let you suffer when you've broken your back to keep us safe. I will help you.” you stated. The resolution in your voice made him shiver.

"You don’t get it," he said, feeling every ounce of self-control slowly dropping off his body.

Shit, he wanted to just accept. Why was he even holding back? Bet you were such a slut, bet you were thinking how would it feel to have your pretty cunt so fucking stretched by his knot.

“I do. You need reli-”

"No, you don't," he snapped. The blue mask framed the gravity of his expression. "When I start, I won’t stop. Not even if you beg, not even if you cry. Is that clear?"

You swallowed hard, your voice carrying a slight tremor as you responded, "Yeah."

"For as long as it lasts, I won't let you leave. You might get hurt... do you understand?"

"Yes," you muttered, finally mustering the courage to slowly push the sword out of the way. He allowed it, his eyes guarded.

You aimed closer, taking one steady step after the other. Your hand reached out until the tips of your fingers finally grazed his plastron. You slid them until the full palm pressed against it. He shivered under your touch, a faint sound escaping his lips. A moan?

There was a different glow in his eyes when he settled them back on you. They shone like he was seeing something beyond. His hand closed around your wrist, pulling you. Your chest crashed against his front, knocking the air out of you. Another mutant hand gripped you tight on the opposite side. His face landed on the crook of your neck. He growled as he took a deep breath before letting out a sigh. You held your breath.

Leo stopped, his agitated breathing inches away from your ear. Raspy, desperate, needy.

"Wait here. I'll come back for you in an hour," he instructed, reluctantly breaking the embrace to hold your face. You moved with him as he seemed to rock you. His forehead was inches away from yours. "This is your chance to flee."

He let go, and as if he were indeed a ghost, he vanished into the shadows of the night.

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You waited until the thin clouds finished traveling the night sky, clearing it entirely, allowing the stars to shine. For a moment, doubt crept in, making you wonder if he would return.

"You stayed," he muttered in disbelief.

You snapped back, scanning for the source of his voice. He landed before you, a smoother descent this time. His demeanor underwent a subtle change, softer and tinted with a hint of nervousness.

"Follow me," he instructed.

You stood up, shook the dirt off the white cloth covering you, and trailed behind him through the vines and bushes. With his sword, Leo skillfully cut through some overly dense branches, making a path for you.

"Where are we going, ghost?"

"To a secluded place," he said. After a brief pause, he added, "My name is Leonardo."

You snorted. He halted, casting a quizzical look over his shoulder.

"Sorry, I was expecting something less... ordinary," you chuckled. "It's a beautiful name; a bit too formal, tho. Can I call you Leo?"

He smirked, resuming his pace. You were easy to talk to, a quality he found comforting. "Sure. So, what's yours?"

You shared your name, and he said it back. “Pretty.”

His voice, along with the praise, made your belly tingle.

He took you to a kind of cenote a couple of meters below. The surroundings stole your breath. Various shades of green foliage reclined on moss, bathed in the glow of a mellow fire dancing near the shore. The light cast the reflection of the water swells upon the walls of earth and rock.

Beyond the flames of the campfire, there was a makeshift… nest? —more resembling leaves intertwined over the mushy moss— stacked beneath a rock bowl. The scent of flowers lingered heavily. There would likely be more than a couple on the seemingly soft pile. It looked like he had been living there for a while.

The feeling of his hands on your sides jolted you. You turned. He was looking down at you, his gaze intense, silently conveying a question, hungered for answers. His teeth clamped together, still in pain, it seemed. You placed your hand over his.

"It's okay. I'm not afraid."

"No?"

Leo cupped your cheek, his fingers gently tapping. It seemed like something he couldn't suppress any longer. In an attempt to reciprocate, you did the same to him, using both hands.

“No.”

It must have struck a nerve because he yanked you from the spot where you stood, practically tossing you into the heap of leaves. He landed above you, a hand behind your head. It was so sudden that it made you dizzy. You clung to the edge of his plastron as he pressed you against it.

Leo caught your mouth. His kiss was deep, fervent, demanding, exuding an almost fuel-ignited heat. His tongue interlaced with yours, and he moaned when you kept up with him.

You gasped for air when he let go. A pang of bolt-like tickles sprouted and spread from your belly through your veins, and they reverberated through every place he explored with open, calloused palms. He dragged his hand across your side, all three fingers groping your breasts ravenously, pinching your nipples above the fabric. You gasped.

Leo carried his kisses to your neck, nibbling at it right over your pulse line, sucking the soft flesh hard enough to make you yelp. That would leave a mark. He grinned over the bruise before finding another spot near it to make another.

You felt his grip over your thighs as one of his hands had somehow found out how to go past that ridiculously long bride-like dress. You embraced him with your legs, pulling him close to your core and arching your back as if you were in heat alike upon feeling his front so tight against your cunt.

He humped over your clothed slit, pushing your legs wider to accommodate himself, after which he thrust again, this time letting out an earnest groan right into your ear. His hot breath against your skin gave you goosebumps.

You whimpered, seeking a place to anchor yourself. Slipping a hand through the top of his shell, you secured yourself to his broad shoulders as he kept grinding on you frantically.

You spread your legs wider in an attempt to feel the friction better. The lower part of his plastron was soaked, and the slimy moisture seeped through your clothing smoothly. It felt so good that you started clenching and unclenching to increase the sensation.

His voice quivered as a hot liquid damped you down, sticking to the clothes. You remained there, fixed as he caught his breath. Leo got up on his knees. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. You could then notice every perfectly formed muscle on his body. Below his belly, his cock was glistening with the slick of the previous cum. His size was not as intimidating as the knot at the base, swollen and somewhat red. He looked almost immaculate.

Leo removed the blue bandana in one swift movement, and in the next, he ripped off the ruined dress off your body. He panted, gaze lusting over your nakedness. His predatory gaze sent a shiver down your spine.

"Such a pretty little cunt," he said with a half-grin on his face. "Not wide enough to fit me, tho. Gotta fix that first."

He pushed your labia open with raspy thumbs before leaning down. You breathed in sharply upon sensing his snout so close. Leo licked a stripe over your slit, steady and soft. You gaped, holding his head with trembling fingers. His tongue was thick, mushy-like. You moaned when he circled it over your clit, before sucking on it. Your hips snapped up, offering as much of yourself as he was willing to take.

Leo lingered there, feasting on your puffy nub. You closed your eyes, head falling back. Soft whimpers and sighs echoed through the place as you squirmed between his arms.

He slid back to your entrance and pushed in, moaning at the taste. After a couple of testing thrusts, he began fucking you with his tongue: sleek, hot, and skilled in a way you weren't prepared for.

You pushed his head deeper into you so your clit would rub against his snout, building an exquisite warmth inside your belly. Leo sensed you tensing under his grip, and he gave until the hot, sweet spasms of your walls told him you were satisfied.

His cock pulsated more with each passing moment, aching to get entirely sucked by your hot insides, and move. But fuck, if Leo retained yet one ounce of self-control, he committed it to ensure he wouldn't harm you that much.

A fine line of saliva followed him for a fraction of a second when he pulled away, panting. He cleaned his face with his palm to then fist his cock, right above the swollen knot. You lifted your legs by pulling them towards you from behind the thighs, gaze thoroughly hypnotized by the sight of him lining with you.

Leo let out a breathy moan as he pushed into you, the heat, the softness, and the sight taking away the last drops of his rational thought.

The stretch stung slightly, but god, other than that, it was heavenly smooth. He bottomed out. Before he even moved, Leo spilled one hot load after the other, brimming you with cum.

“Fuck—,” he panted.

His chin rested on the crook of your neck. Your hands flew to his back, and you caressed his shell lovingly. His breathing evened with each controlled exhalation, yet the grip of his fingers over your flesh hadn't relaxed one scrap. It gave you the impression that he was holding back. Despite his feral desires, on the verge of losing his mind to pure instinct, he remained steadfast in his commitment not to harm you. Your heart melted.

“It's okay. I can take it,” you whispered tenderly, leaning your head over his, embracing him further.

“No, this is— this is enough.” he gritted, voice sore.

“Hey, I don't like giving half-heartedly. I told you it was alright," you told him, but it didn't seem like it was going through his stubborn head. So you changed the tone to try your luck. "Besides, I like how you feel inside me. I bet you'd fuck me so good."

His breath hitched.

You grinned, clenching around his cock. “I bet you’re wondering how it’d feel, if you pushed your cute knot inside me.”

“Stop it.”

“Why?”

“I can’t— “

“Say you don’t want to.” you pulled his face to make him look at you. Hooded eyes bearing such a delightful dark gaze. He was about to snap, just one more small push. “Say you don’t want to breed me so fucking much it drips off my cunt. Say it, and I’ll shut up and let this to your own devices.”

His pupils dilate entirely. "Say that again."

"Breed me so good."

He kissed you at the same time he thrust, setting a frantic pace. His dick felt heavenly. It effortlessly reached the best spot inside you. You kept him pinned in the right place with the clasp of your legs, getting friction over your clit.

He forced the pulsating nub inward, the stretch sent your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“Ah— shit, yes. Yes.” he gritted, his voice drunken-like.

Irrepressible moaning streamed like a pretty song as his pace quickened. Leo sounded so fucking hot, relishing the instant. His orgasm triggered your own. Your back arched, and he slipped his arms underneath you, bringing you impossibly near to him as his dick pulsated deliciously, spreading the warmth within him through you.

Leo didn't stop after that. He continued to fuck you until your inner thighs bled from the continuous chafing against the edges of his shell, babbling something about pretty babies with your eyes. He was thoroughly unbound, mind spinning, burning as much as his passion for you.

At some point, reality became a vaporous reflection on tempered glass. You were facing him at one moment, and then next, Leo held you by the hips as he ravished you in doggy style. His groaning, along with the lewd sound of wet skin slapping, anchored you to consciousness just enough to feel him spilling another hot wave of cum.

— – -

You woke up to the soft symphony produced by the combined sounds of the jungle—small animals rustling their wings, the wind whispering through the branches, a distant echo of a bird's song. The sun bathed the water in light, creating small waves that reflected the tranquil movement of the water all around.

Every inch of your body ached so intensely that the mere contemplation of movement welled tears in your eyes. Perhaps it had been too much. When you tried to shift, you felt something wet adhering to the skin of your thighs. Looking down, you found seaweed moistened with a scent that resembled a subtle mix of herbs.

A firm hand caressed your arm, and you tensed. However, the grip was gentle, almost hesitant, as if he were afraid to touch you. Slowly, you turned around. There he lay, gazing at you with bright, guilt-filled eyes.

"Good morning."

“Hello,” you greeted back.

"I'm sorry. It was-"

It's okay," you interrupted, placing a hand over his own. "I signed up for it. I told you I'd tough it out. Don't be too hard on yourself."

His gaze softened.

"Yet, I'm sorry I hurt you."

"You followed his gaze toward the area closed off with herbs. Bruises spread underneath. Then you noticed that, except for those bruises, you were pristine, and so was the place where you slept.

"You cleaned me up?"

"I had to do something for you. Although I know it's not enough, it’s a beginning," he said, fluttering the tips of his fingers near the damaged area.

"Thanks. So, is it over, or…?"

"The worst part is, we should be okay as long as someone keeps her mouth in check," he teased.

You chortled. "Sorry, not sorry."

He shared a laugh with you. Just as it subsided, Leo drew you into a tender embrace, snuggling you in a way that set your heart aflutter.

"I'm gonna keep you safe," he whispered.

You froze, a touch overwhelmed by the unexpected affection. He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. The moment lingered until a rumble from your stomach shattered the magic. Your cheeks burned bright red. Leo chuckled softly.

"What would you like for breakfast?"

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hellkeepers-if · 6 months

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Set in an alternate version of Singapore, you're a fresh university graduate bumbling through life as you desperately look for a job.

...Or that's what your mother thinks. In a world where occult ceremonies are as common as an existential crisis, there's no way you were ever going to be a perfectly average office worker. Just like your twin brother, you work for the International Society Of Exorcists (ISOE) which deals with supernatural occurrences, demonic rituals, and the like.

When a tragic event befalls your older sister, it uproots your entire life and everything you ever knew about the supernatural. With it, comes a forced need to come to terms with a family history straight out of the movies.

After all, how the hell did it take twenty years to find out that you're descended from the freaking king of the underworld?

"I have a duty to myself, but more importantly, my family."

——————

Inspired by Supernatural, Fullmetal Alchemist, Noragami, and the Percy Jackson series, Hellkeepers is a +18 urban fantasy/paranormal interactive fiction, involving elements of Chinese and Southeast-Asian mythology. In every playthrough, you will...

• Play as a female, male, or non-binary Chinese demigod/ess.

• Determine the relationships between you and your family members. After all, they will play a big part in your story...

• Peel apart the full truth behind you and your siblings' birthright. Your parents can't hide it forever.

• Learn more about Chinese and Southeast Asian mythology as you warp into different dimensions, unlike anything you've seen before.

• Learn more about who you were in your past life.

| Nishimura Kazuo (he/him)

Age: 26

Ethnicity: Japanese

With a penchant for mischief and a charm that woos even the most stubborn of grandmas, Kazu is the wildcard of your organization. You think he's an anarchist, and the only reason he's tied down to the ISOE is so that he has an excuse for whatever havoc he wreaks on the supernatural.

The A-ranked exorcist is your colleague and your brother's mentor, though you rarely ever see him in his office. But if you ever need him for demon fighting, he'll be there. Most of the time.

"Mind taking that pesky thing out for me while I take a quick nap?"

| Quentin Khanh (Quan) (he/him)

Age: 25

Ethnicity: Vietnamese

Quentin, more affectionately known as Quan, was your childhood friend. After he moved overseas, the weekly texts you sent him fizzled into nothing but a lost friendship.

Since then, he's returned to Singapore as a forensics pathologist and researcher under your organisation. Whether you like it or not, you have to no choice but to work with him for most of your investigations.

"If your bribe doesn't involve a penthouse worth of money, don't talk to me."

| Reyna Aliyah Santos (she/her)

Age: 23

Ethnicity: Mixed (Filipino-Chinese)

You've never quite met someone like Reyna. A halfling with a demon mother and a human father. Being raised in Singapore all her life with little knowledge of her parents, it's natural that Reyna would come to the ISOE for help at the mere instance of a fox tail and white fur.

You've been tasked to help her mask and get comfortable with her supernatural powers, but she won't make it easy for you. After all, foxes do bite.

"Technically, I'm not stealing anything if they don't notice."

| Song Huayun (she/her)

Age: ????

Ethnicity: "Uhh...from Hell?" Chinese

| You don't know too much about Huayun, except for the fact that she lives in Diyu, the Chinese Underworld. As Diyu's gatekeeper, Huayun has seen countless depravities committed by humans before their deaths. That alone has made it hard for her to like them, and the contempt she shows you is no different than what she shows everyone else.

But with time, maybe she'll finally learn what it is like to feel human…and what a smile is.

"If it isn't the star of tonight's show. Welcome to Diyu."

| The Arbiter of Fate (m/f)

Theyre a stranger, or so you say. But this deity knows everyone...especially you.

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growingstories · 11 months

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The artist

Jamie Henderson had always dreamed of becoming a successful artist. Growing up in a poor family, his ambitions were often misunderstood. But Jamie didn't let that discourage him. After graduating from art school, he took a job at a famous art gallery, hoping it would help him in his artistic journey.

However, working in the gallery turned out to be rather dull and uninspiring. Dealing with snobby and unappreciative clients was a daily occurrence. Jamie's talent remained unrecognized and he didn't know how to lift off his career.

One day, as Jamie stood by the window, lost in his thoughts, he noticed a handsome guy walking by. Smiling, Jamie couldn't help but smile back when the guy looked his way. To his surprise, the next morning, the same guy walked by again, holding two big Starbucks cups. He offered one to Jamie, a delicious coffee with caramel and cream. This ritual continued for rest of the the week, and Jamie began to look forward to these encounters.

It turned out that the handsome guy's name was Richard Pearson, a successful partner at an investment bank. They started talking and getting to know each other better. Jamie felt an instant connection with Richard, who was in his mid-30s. His charisma and intelligence intrigued Jamie.

Their daily meetings evolved into dates, and Richard invited Jamie to dinner at a very expensive restaurant. Jamie hesitated, knowing he couldn't afford such a luxury. But Richard insisted, assuring him that this one was on him.

The following week, Richard took Jamie on another extravagant date. This time, Richard suggested that Jamie could make a painting in return. The idea excited Jamie, and he poured his heart into creating a beautiful painting. Richard was in awe of the artwork Jamie presented him and suggested that he use the artist name "James Hampton" when displaying it in his family house in the Hamptons.

Their dating continued, and Richard consistently showered Jamie with gifts and extravagant experiences. He brought him coffee every morning, took him to expensive restaurants almost every night, and their intimacy was truly amazing. Jamie, despite his talent, felt guilty that he couldn't do anything in return for Richard's generosity.

One day, Richard proposed that they visit the Hamptons together so Jamie could create a large art piece. Eager to pursue his art free from distractions, Jamie accepted the offer. Richard let Jamie stay in his beach house for a week, ensuring he had everything he to needed create his masterpiece.

Secluded in the peaceful winter Hamptons, Jamie spent his days immersed in his art. Richard had food delivered daily indul,ging Jamie's every craving. The lack of exercise and constant indulgence took a toll on Jamie's body, and he gained a few extra pounds. He realized he had forgotten his running gear and couldn't find the motivation to work out.

When the weekend arrived, Richard picked Jamie up, and their passion reignited. Jamie nervously showed Richard his completed artwork, and Richard was awe-struck by the beauty Jamie had created. Back in the gallery, the routine continued, with sugary coffee and lavish dinners. Jamie's weight continued to increase and he struggled to fit into his clothes. He showed Richard a tight shirt, embarrassed by his expanding waistline. In return, Richard offered to take him to an expensive tailor for new shirts and trousers.

As months went by, Jamie's talent flourished, and his art pieces gained recognition. Richard saw great potential in his protege and proposed a life-changing opportunity. He suggested that Jamie leave the gallery and become a full-time professional artist, using Richard's Hamptons beach house as a studio. Richard would arrange gallery spaces twice a year for Jamie's pop-up exhibitions, and they would split the sales proceeds, with Richard receiving a kickback. Moreover, Richard would cover Jamie's monthly living expenses and make a financial investment to support his artistic career.

Jamie, overwhelmed by the offer, eagerly agreed. He had always dreamed of dedicating his life to art, and's proposal Richard seemed like a come dream true. The only concern Jamie had was about his weight and fitness. Richard assured him not to worry, suggesting that he should just go for runs and hit the gym on weekends.

With the support of Richard, Jamie created artwork after artwork. Each day, more delicious home-delivered meals arrived, and Jamie indulged in every bite. He asked Richard to cut down on the food deliveries, but Richard assured him that any leftovers could simply be thrown away. Fueled by constant indulgence, Jamie's weight continued to climb, and after three months, he had gained 25 kilograms.

Surprisingly, Richard didn't seem bothered by Jamie's increasing size. He loved being Jamie's mentor and enjoyed their time together, focusing solely on Jamie's artistic development. The summer arrived, and preparations for the gallery began. Despite feeling self-conscious about his weight, Jamie worked diligently on his art. Richard, understanding Jamie's insecurities, took him to the tailor for new clothes, assuring him that his talent and art were what truly mattered.

The summer in the Hamptons was a whirlwind. Parties, lavish dinners, and Jamie's artwork received great acclaim. He had become a well-known and respected artist, even with his growing weight. Richard, proud of his protege's success, couldn't have been happier. His investments had paid off, and Jamie and Richard were a content and loving couple.

The routine of their life continued after the summer. Jamie's talent brought in more and more money, allowing him to relax and focus on his art. His revenue increased, and he raised his prices accordingly. Unfortunately, as the weeks passed, Jamie's weight continued to rise steadily, rendering most of his clothes unwearable., Richard however, loved Jamie unconditionally and cherished their life together.

And so, the story of Jamie and Richard, their love and artistic success, went on. Jamie's body grew heavier, but his artistic abilities continued to shine. Richard treasured him more with each passing day, happy to have found a partner who understood his ambitions and supported his dreams. And so, they lived their lives passionately, showing that love and art could flourish regardless of size or appearance. The end.

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