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dantakeyoman · 1 year

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I would reallyy love if you could write about how when the Sully family reaches the new tribe all of the Metkayina girls are trying really hard to get Neteyam to notice them (Cause you know he's the oldest, a good warrior and is gonna be a leader soon) but they dont know he already has a mate and the reader gets jealous. So neteyam has to comfort her and when she realizes she is being silly and has nothing to worry about...this one metkayina girl really pushes it....(im talking getting touchy with neteyam, always finding ways to get him alone and is rude to the reader) and she loses her absolute shit and you can decide what she does but i want it to be very possessive like behavior😏 sorry this is long😅

Metkayina Girls Start Falling At Neteyam's Feet and You, His Mate, Get Jealous (SFW)

Reader is Fem! Omaticaya

CW: a story of jealousy with aa twist, these girls are really shameless, Kiri and Lo'ak duo, sorry im posting so late, my stomach actually really hurts rn, but not writing for so long has been driving me crazy, anyway, enjoy <3 ( i barfed in my mouth a little bit writing some of this cringey shit )

"Humans?! That must've been so scary for you! What happened next?" Leyelu asked as she stretched, laying herself stomach-down in the sand in front of Neteyam, batting her eyelashes.

"Yeah, did you fight them? I'm sure you did, since you are such a strong warrior," Nayat smiled, scooching her seat closer to the boy.

"Um...well, I didn't-." "Impossible. I can imagine you swooping in and saving your family. All heroic-like," Srraza smirked, openly raking her eyes up and down Neteyam's body, not caring how uncomfortable he looked.

Their shameless display made you want to vomit, and possibly scream, at the same time.

There were a total of three girls. Leyelu, Nayat, and Srraza. And all were practically throwing themselves at Neteyam.

It had been about a week and some change since you and the Sullys arrived at Awa'atlu. And every day, without fail, these girls managed to tail Neteyam, following him and showering him in praise whenever they could.

You hadn't had not two seconds alone with him before one of them, or all three, came barging in with some fake excuse of a heavy basket they needed help lifting or a boat they needed help loading.

You knew Neteyam never entertained their advances, and were thankful for it.

But being his mate, you couldn't help but feel frustrated. (and maybe a little jealous)

"If you scowl any harder, it's going to become permanent," Kiri playfully warned, your face amusing her.

"Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," you curtly answered, tearing your eyes away from the scene angrily.

"Yes. I'm fine is stretched tightly across your face right now," Lo'ak smirked from his spot in the sand, hands behind his head as he subathed.

"(y/n), I hope you know that Neteyam would never-." "I know," you sighed, already guessing what Kiri was going to say.

"I trust Neteyam completely. It's just-."

You couldn't finish the sentence. It was embarrassing.

"Just what?" Lo'ak asked, ears perking in intrigue.

"Give her a minute," Kiri shushed, smacking him in the arm, earning an annoyed ow! from the boy.

"It's not that I'm scared Neteyam will leave me. It is just...I don't see why he won't," you started, staring down at your feet in shame.

Kiri and Lo'ak both whipped their heads towards you in disbelief, their expressions contorting into ones of confusion.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Lo'ak asked, confused.

"Lo'ak!" Kiri scolded.

She was thinking the same thing, but he could've been a little easier on the delivery.

"Look at them," you sighed, holding out your hand to the girls, who were still fake listening to Neteyam's story.

"Leyelu's father is one of the best hunters in the clan, only second to Tonowari. Nayat's mother is incredibly skilled on the loom, who is now teaching Nayat everthing she knows. For Eywa's sake, Srraza is studying under Ronal to be a healer."

The brother ans sister's expressions slowly softened, the meaning behind your words now coming to light.

"You are the best dancer the Omaticaya have ever seen. And the best the Metkayina have seen, as well," Kiri tried to comfort, a warm smile on her face.

"Oh, yes, because dancing can help me hunt for food. And dancing can help me make clothes. Let's not forget, it can help me heal as well," you sarcastically agreed, snippy.

Kiri sighed.

She didn't take it to heart, not one bit. She understood your frustration.

"They all have spent their years learning skills that can be of use, be important. All I have to show for mine are a couple of dance moves."

Lo'ak looked like he wanted to say something, but decided against it until you were finished.

"And the best part of it is they are all gorgeous, the most sought after girls in this village. And I'm just...me."

Kiri felt her heart ache.

She had no idea you had been feeling this way this whole time.

She thought it was just a small case of jealousy. But it seemed to be much deeper than that.

"So, no. I'm not frustrated or scared of Neteyam leaving me. I am frustrated and scared because he has every reason to."

You turned back to the scene, only to see Leyelu resting her hands on Neteyam's chest, leaning into his face.

"Hey, Neteyam. Have you ever given thought to who could possibly be your mate?" she asked with a smirk, peering up at him through her beautiful eyelashes.

It was as if you didn't even exist.

"(y/n), wai-." But you ignored Kiri, abruptly standing up, not wanting to watch the scene any longer.

"Dammit, (y/n)! Sit down and look," Lo'ak groaned, roughly pulling you back down and turning your face to watch Neteyam.

"Do not touch me," Neteyam sternly ordered, grabbing the girl's wrists and pulling her hands of him, harshly.

"I know that you know I already have a mate. And you trying to make advances on me while knowing that is incredibly disrespectful."

The girls were giving him puppy dog eyes, as if that would guilt him into stopping.

It made you gag.

"I do not appreciate how you've been disregarding (y/n) this entire week. Especially when she has done nothing to you."

"That's exactly the point. She does nothing. She is just there with you. You two do not even act like mates," Srraza scoffed, rolling her eyes.

"That is true. I never see you two hug, or kiss, or embrace each other romantically at all," Nayat agreed.

"Because any time I get alone with her is interrupted by you three!" Neteyam exclaimed, annoyed.

His sudden burst shocked you.

You didn't know he felt this.

"I only get time to myself every once in a while, and I like to spend it with (y/n). But ever since I've gotten here, you three have used every mean under the sun to keep that from happening. For Eywa's sake, that was what I was on my way to do now before you all came along!"

"But why? She doesn't hunt, she doesn't loom, she doesn't heal, she can't even carry a tune. She's boring, plain. Why would you willingly want to spend time with her?" Leyelu asked, cocking an eyebrow s she crossed her arms.

Ouch.

"That's why you look like a dead fish, bitch!" Lo'ak loudly called, making you and Kiri die in snickers.

The girl whipped around, glaring daggers at the boy.

"Lo'ak!" Kiri tried to scold, but couldn't through her laughter.

"It's true! If her eyes were any farther apart, she'd be able to see the back of her head," he huffed.

You were his friend. And he didn't like people talking shit about you.

Meanwhile, Neteyam was using every ounce of his strength to not bare his teeth at the girl.

"I don't care about what she can't do. I love what she can. She's a phenomenal dancer, and has forgotten more moves than you three will ever learn. She's funny, she's kind, she's caring, the farthest thing from boring. And her beauty makes the three of you look like a patch wet sand. I am lucky to call her my mate, and if you all would excuse me, I'm going to spend the rest of the day with her," Neteyam angrily corrected, pushing past them and walking towards you.

And as he drew closer, you smiled, wider than you had in a while.

You felt foolish for thinking he could do better than you.

Especially after he just confessed that he believed he could do no better than you.

It made you feel happy, and loved, and secure in your relationship.

There was no one that could take your place because you were the place, and the only one who could ever be it.

And now knowing that fact, sent you over the moon.

…

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jojojoy1 · 1 year

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Are you doing Lando Norris story requests. If so can you do one where he is a dad and his child and girlfriend/wife come to watch him race for the first time and he wins with 01 💙😊

Daddy, you won! - Lando Norris

Lando Norris x reader

You and Lando have been dating since you were fifteen years old. You two have been together through thick and thin. So when you found out you were pregnant at only twenty you both knew you could handle it together.

You gave birth to a beautiful baby boy in the November of 2020. Your pride and joy, you and Lando could not be happier.

You didn't want to have your son exposed to the race track too soon. Babies are delicate and as his mother, you are over protective. Lando always said, every weekend since Rowan had been born, that he should be at the races. And you always said no.

One week before the Australian Grand Prix and you were having the same conversation you and Lando have before every race.

"I think you and Rowan should come to Australia." Lando said as you both got into bed.

"I don't know, Lando." You sigh, "He's still so young."

"But it'd be nice. And it's not like he's ever gonna be alone. You can be protective mama bear."

"It's loud, we don't want to deafen him-"

Lando cut you off with a solution, "He can wear ear defenders."

"And fans. I don't want him to be scared or overwhelmed by the amount of people."

"You can take him straight to hospitality. Please y/n. You haven't been to a race in two years. It would mean so much to me." Lando interlocked your fingers as he spoke. You stared into his pleading eyes. Those eyes you always struggled to say no to.

"Fine," Lando smiled more then you knew possible, "We'll come to Australia." Lando cheered, wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into a passionate kiss.

...

"Where's the sunscreen?" You panicked as you frantically emptied one of your suitcases.

"It's right here, babe." Lando said as he pulled a bottle out of the baby bag you had packed for the day. "Are you okay?" He asked, applying the sunscreen to Rowan's skin.

"I'm just nervous."

"There's nothing to be nervous about."

"What does nervous mean?" Rowan said.

"It means worried, baby." You answered.

"Why are you worried?"

"Because there's going to be lots of people today."

"Bluey will make you not worried." Rowan handed you his blue whale teddy, causing you and Lando to chuckle at the cuteness.

"You hold on to bluey, lovie." You handed Rowan back his whale.

...

The shock on everyone's faces when you walked into the paddock was priceless. You had told noone about you and Rowan attending the Grand Prix.

Even though Rowan could walk, you decided to carry him to ensure you didn't lose him.

"Y/n! Rowan!" A familiar Spanish accent yelled as the three of you walked to hospitality.

"Uncle Carlos!" Rowan screamed as Carlos approached.

"Hey buddy." Carlos put his hand out to fistbump the toddler. "What are you doing here?" He turned to you.

"Lando finally convinced me that it'd be safe." You smiled.

"Will we see you in the paddock more often, then?"

"If today goes okay. Maybe."

"Well, I'll see you all later." Carlos said as he patted Lando's shoulder.

"Yeah, bye mate." Lando said as Carlos walked away and you continued to McLaren.

...

You were sat in Lando's drivers room before the race.

"You should watch in the garage with everyone else. Then you can be the first ones I see when I get out the car."

"I don-" Before you could protest Lando interrupted, already knowing what you were gonna say.

"He's got ear defenders."

"Okay, we'll sit in the garage."

...

Rowan was so excited watching the race. Squealing anytime he saw an orange car on the screen.

You'd never seen Lando drive so well. He started the race in P13 and had managed to work his way up to P2.

Lando was right on Max's tail. A close fight for the win. The atmosphere in the McLaren garage was incredible. Noone expected the car to be capable of this. And with a possible win on the table? Everyone was so nervous.

For the last few laps, Lando had been making so many moves to overtake Max. Getting so close, but not close enough.

They were fighting right to the chequered flag. Just as Max was about to cross the line with another win under his belt, Lando came storming past. By mere inches Lando took home his first ever win.

The garage erupted into cheers. Everyone ran out to meet Lando at the podium. Holding on to Rowan, you made your way to the front of the barriers.

Lando parked his car in the first place spot, removed his helmet and immediately ran over to you and Rowan. Embracing you both. Kissing you on the lips.

"You did it." You said through the tears of joy, "You're a Grand Prix winner."

"Daddy, you won!" Rowan screamed over the cheers.

"Yeah, I did, baby." Lando said as he took Rowan from your arms for a hug.

...

You'd never felt so proud, seeing Lando on the highest step of the podium.

This win was something Lando has been working for his whole life and being able to celebrate it with the two most important people in his life made it even more special.

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fatuismooches · 1 year

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love from afar.

synopsis: The long absence of your lover has taken a toll on your heart, so it's only natural you find a new way to reach him.

includes: childe, scaramouche w/ gn! reader

notes: The latest TCG event got me thinking about how cute it would be for Kirara to deliver literal love letters to people for you. Lots and lots of fluff, the Harbingers miss you dearly. (I know Scara's part doesn't exactly line up with the canon timeline of the game, but let's just ignore it for the sake of fluff.)

Your boyfriend was a Fatui Harbinger. The mere phrase was enough to make many, even the strongest of warriors, run cold with fear. But when you heard the name of your beloved, it only filled you with the warmest of feelings - love.

And you knew more than anything in this world that he loved you. That was enough to make every day worthwhile, even though he was oceans across from you.

But, being the lover of a Fatui Harbinger was no easy task. It meant not being able to have the normalcy most people craved, to wake up to your partner every morning and enjoy the blissful sensation, to go out to restaurants and chat. To only be able to watch on as your friends move on and get married, maybe start families or adopt some pets, and settle into a sweet, domestic life.

Due to this, it had come to your attention that you missed your lover dearly. He had been away for quite some time, and although you exchanged letters, the length of time it took to arrive from overseas was not very pleasing. Which is why when you heard of the Komaniya Express’ impeccable international delivery service, your interest was piqued.

Though when you went to the building where the company resided, you were having second thoughts. Yes, they could deliver anything to anyone, but to your boyfriend was another story. He was… well, you know, so you tried to back out of the deal. But the owner pressed you, restating their reliability.

“You see, it’s not that I don’t have trust in Komaniya Express. I know they are quite reliable, but you see, the person I wish to deliver something to is…”

“Is?”

“A Fatui Harbinger.”

—

Scaramouche:

“A F-Fatui Harbinger?” The owner’s jaw dropped. “Well, I must say even we haven’t ever been asked to deliver something to someone of that caliber…”

“I know… so um, I think it’s best if I-”

“I want to deliver it!” A chipper voice sounded and a pretty girl popped up to the side of you. The first thing you noticed was her cat-like pupils, and then the two tails, and then the… paws!

“Oh Kirara, there you are. Back already?”

“Uh-huh! And now I’m interested in this job! Please, tell me more, and I swear I won’t fail.”

As much as you wanted this letter to be delivered, you didn’t want to send her out without notifying her of your lover’s… frequent outbursts. “Kirara, this is very sweet of you, but he has, um… a temper. It means he will probably be mean to you… and other things.”

“Don’t worry, cherished customer! I’ve already dealt with a bunch of clients with rather rude temperaments. I promise I will see to it that your package will reach his hands safely!”

You couldn’t help but smile in relief, and hand her your items. “Well… here’s a description. He has gorgeous indigo hair and eyes and wears traditional Inazuman clothes, and a large, beautiful hat too. You can’t miss him,” you said, almost dreamily, to which the two other Inazumans raised their eyebrows. Quickly you cleared your throat embarrassingly. “Anyway, he’s somewhere in Mondstadt. I’m sure if you follow some Fatui agents you’ll find him.”

“Oh, and a tip. Before you say anything to him, say my name first. He’ll probably be more inclined to listen to you if you do,” you recommended. Not many people knew of your relationship with Scaramouche, so uttering your name was sure to get his attention.

—

You weren’t joking when you said this Harbinger had a horrible temper. A very severe one in fact, as Kirara had just witnessed him berate a few of his subordinates, and now she was kind of having second thoughts.

“Who’s there?” Suddenly, Scaramouche’s piercing eyes were on her, hand on his Delusion, and she meowed in surprise.

“[Name] sent me!!” Kirara blurted out to which the Harbinger widened his eyes, and then quickly narrowed them again, now even more on guard if that was possible.

“How do you know them? Speak carefully,” he nearly seethed. Kirara’s whole body was on edge.

“I’m your courier from Komaniya Express, and I’m just here to deliver something. See here, it’s a package from [Name]!” she flew through her words and quickly presented a sealed envelope, and Scaramouche immediately recognized the sealing wax on it. Lavender Melon. Wordlessly he snatched it and rubbed with it his thumbs.

It was real. He didn’t know how it got here, but he wasn’t going to wait a second longer to open it. Although he remained expressionless, he worried. Was it urgent? Did something happen? Were you hurt? His eyes scanned the letter.

Kuni, my one and only,

Ta-da! I bet you weren’t expecting this! Did you miss me, pretty boy?

You see, Inazuma has this amazing international express delivery thing, and it's supposedly really fast and efficient. Oh, and don’t worry, they don’t open the packages, so it’s completely safe! I know I always wait for one of your letters to arrive from wherever you are, but I haven’t gotten any. Is that because of the distance or have you not been writing…? It’d better be the former!

By the way, the other day, the head shrine maiden, came up and spoke to me. You know, the one with the big fox ears? I don’t know why she chose now of all times, considering we’ve been together for a while…

But she didn’t ask about you. All her questions were centered around me. I guess she just wanted to learn the kind of person I was, but now I understand why people think she’s scary… But back to the subject! Look at these photos I took!

[Attached are some images of beautiful Inazuman scenery, from different angles and locations. One of the photos has a blanket with two cups of tea set out. Lastly, there is a picture of you.]

I went to our usual spots by myself this time. I know it’s our thing, but you’ve been gone for so long this time. I am used to waiting, but you’ve been gone far longer than usual, no? I even forced myself to drink that bitter tea you like so much. I don’t know how you can stand that… And don’t worry, I’m fine. No hilichurls, no Treasure Hoarders, no one at all bothered me.

Keep the photos. That one photo you carry around of me is far too old, you know. This one was taken with a new model of the Kamera! What? Didn’t think I knew? Anyway, I think they’re pretty nice to look at. Hopefully, they’ll remind you of me, hehe. And motivate you to come back quicker to my arms, hmm?

In all seriousness, I hope you’re well. I miss you dearly. You occupy my mind so much, I could never forget you even if I tried. The few pictures I have of you are barely keeping me at bay, Kuni.

I hope that eventually, there’ll be a day when I never leave your side, Kunikuzushi.

Scaramouche did not react, but inside he felt a twinge of loneliness too. Fuck, he missed you so much as well. Worse, the company he had were useless Fatui agents and his other unreliable Harbingers. And now that irritating kitsune was bothering you? When you belonged to him? His position as a Harbinger was beginning to drive him crazy.

How long had it been since he lay on your chest, falling asleep to the lull of your heartbeat? Been able to hear your lovely voice sing his praises, his cheeks growing hot? How he wanted you to always be by his side as well. But you needed not to worry.

Yes… when he reached godhood, that day will come true. You wouldn’t have to worry again.

“Oh, and if you’d like to write a reply and have me deliver it, that’d be great! [Name] seems to have been waiting for other letters from you for a while… they’ve already covered the cost for it too,” the youkai’s voice interrupted his thoughts. He had forgotten she was here. Though he still did not fully trust this being, he did hear about this company, being from Inazuma and all. And you deserved a reply most of all because clearly, the competent fools were not delivering his letters to you properly. He’ll have to teach them a lesson.

“Same spot, same time, tomorrow,” Scaramouche’s voice was the same irritated bite, as he turned around and disappeared.

—

A few days had passed and you were anxiously awaiting Kirara’s return. You envied her, being able to go where she wanted. To see your lover so easily. But you were used to the waiting game. So used to it, you knew exactly the amount of days that had gone by since you last saw Kuni. So accustomed to loneliness, that you counted the lines on your flooring to pass the time. It was your routine, so as soon as you heard the first knock at your door, you sped to open it at lightning speed.

And lo and behold, it was the person you wanted to see the second most, Kirara. In her hands rested a new envelope, definitely not the one you sent, which could only mean one thing. Your heart soared.

“Hello, dear customer, [Name]! I have successfully delivered your package to Scaramouche! I have a response from here right here,” she presented you with the letter and you had to resist the urge to snatch it. But you were quite impressed that she made it to the Scaramouche.

“Much better than those lousy Fatui agents, hmph… too scared to deliver a mere letter,” you muttered under your breath. “So, how’d it go? I hope he wasn’t too bad?”

“When I mentioned your name, he actually got more defensive, wondering how I knew you, haha. I was a bit scared for my tails for a second.”

“O-Oh, it makes sense he’d do that. I’m sorry I put you through that, Kirara…” You should have known that wasn’t a good idea. Scaramouche was extremely protective when it came to you. Your relationship was kept as secret as possible for a reason, as Scaramouche certainly did not have the best reputation.

“But then when he read your letter, his face softened all of a sudden…you must be really amazing if you could calm his temper down that quick!” Kirara meowed in excitement. “Humans are so amazing! And now, I thank you for choosing Komaniya Express!”

“Haha, thank you, Kirara. We go a long way back… but I am quite pleased with the efficiency of your delivery. I think I will ask for your services again. Ah, and I’ll make sure to leave a five-star review for you!”

Kirara clasped her hands with joy and bowed deeply. “Thank you, thank you!” she squealed with happiness. “I’ll leave you to open your letter now! Thank you very much!”

You watched her leave but quickly slammed the door to rush into your room, jumping on your bed. You traced the outline of the seal, heart rapidly beating. Finally, something from your Kuni. You carefully opened the letter from Scaramouche as if it was the most precious thing you owned. Your heart sang at his familiar handwriting and you read each word slowly, trying to make the excitement last as long as possible.

To [Name],

I was surprised to see a youkai in Mondstadt, but it all made sense after I learned it was one of your childish antics again. Do you ever get tired of being a fool? …Though the fault is partially on me for believing these worms could fulfill any kind of job. From now on, I shall find another way for you to receive my letters. I am surrounded by brainless pests everywhere I turn here. No one is competent enough. Though you are an exception.

The last time I saw you, you had just recovered from being sick. Are you really well enough to be prancing about the place? If I come back and you’re not in good shape, there will be consequences. Make sure to use the recipes I left for you. They’re specifically good for frail human bodies like yours.

I hope you stopped falling asleep in the bath too. I’m not there with you to wake you up, so at least try to be alert.

Also, do not speak to the pink-haired kitsune. She will only bring trouble. When I come back, I expect you to tell me every single thing she asked you.

I don’t have a picture of you on me. You’re an idiot. Though, the clothes I brought suit you. Wear them more often.

Business here should finish up soon. But there’s a particularly annoying person in this world now, a blonde-haired traveler. If you see them, don’t talk to them. They’re dangerous.

I’ve attached a recipe for hash browns from Mondstadt. You always go on and on about how much you wanted to try different cuisine, so next time I come, I’ll have some more ready. Let’s see if you can make something better than my Shimi Chazuke.

I’ll see you soon. I expect to see you waiting with a cup of bitter tea.

And, the day where neither of us have to worry again is approaching. The preparations are already being made.

Your cheeks hurt from smiling so hard. His kindness was hidden under layers of mean words, his concern for you peeking through the words even if he tried not to show it. The puppet with a heart more human than he thought.

Your Kunikuzushi.

Though you wondered what that last line could mean…? You hoped he wouldn’t do something drastic.

Childe:

“Well… a Fatui Harbinger does sound like it could be a problem, even for our best courier…” Your shoulders drooped even though you knew that was true, but you still tried to defend Childe.

“I know how this sounds, but he’s actually quite nice to other people when he’s not on business… Even Yoimiya and the neighborhood kids can vouch for him!” You wanted to express how much of a sweetheart he was, but you thought that might harm his reputation with the members of the Fatui. Who were probably nearby, watching you from somewhere because of their orders from Childe.

“That sounds like an interesting job!” A cheery voice echoed from behind you and a girl appeared, one with two tails. Ah, she must be a youkai.

“Nice to meet you! I’m Kirara, and rest assured, I’ll deliver the package to this Harbinger of yours!” she nodded while smiling brightly.

“Really? Are you sure that you want to? I know it sounds daunting…”

“Don’t worry! I can’t work for Komaniya Express if I couldn’t deliver anywhere. And if Yoimiya really does like him, then I’m sure it’ll be fine!”

“Oh… thank you, thank you! Well, at this time he’ll be in Liyue Harbor. But it’s hard to get his exact location… so if you can’t find him, go to Wangsheng Funeral Parlor and ask for Zhongli. He’ll definitely know where Childe is. Thanks so much!” you happily handed the letter and small box of toys to Kirara, excited for her return.

Childe was a Harbinger, but Ajax was the sweetest of men. You weren’t worried about anything happening, just the matter of Kirara actually finding him.

—

Locating the eleventh Harbinger was not as hard as Kirara thought it’d be. It seemed like he was quite well-known in Liyue. She spotted his ginger hair as he exited what looked to be an expensive restaurant and immediately scurried up to him.

“Hello, sir! Are you Childe, by any chance?” Childe was momentarily surprised at the girl initiating conversation, because of his Harbinger status and all.

“That’s me, alright. Is there something you need from me?”

“Great! See here, I have a package from [Name] to deliver to you.” Childe immediately straightened up at the sound of your lovely name.

“[Name]? Are you friends with them?” Childe’s eyes twinkled with interest. He’d love to hear about how you were doing.

“Oh, not quite,” Kirara laughed. “I’m just a humble courier that was sent to deliver this very important package for you! So please, sign here. Oh, but don’t worry about [Name]. They looked to be quite healthy when I saw them,” she quickly reassured him. “Feel free to send something back to them by the way. I’ll deliver it!”

He always felt so exhilarated with you, comparable to how he felt when he battled. Always so full of surprises, keeping him on his toes. Quickly, he ripped open the letter to see what words you weaved on the pages.

My beloved Ajax,

Hello, my dearest! I hope this letter finds you well. I know you said you’d be back soon, but I couldn’t resist trying to contact you through… you know. Alternate means. The Fatui agents never deliver our stuff quickly enough!

First, I know sometimes Teucer visits you in Liyue, so I’m sending over some plushies I’ve sewn for him. He still likes Ruin Guards, doesn’t he? Well, now he’s got the whole Ruin Machine collection. Please pass them on to him whenever you see him, and tell him I miss him dearly of course!

Secondly, well… I miss you more! I’ve been counting the days until I could see your pretty face again. I’ve been training as you told me to, but I’m afraid it’s kind of hard when we’ve been separated for so long… but I promise, I’ll be a worthy sparring partner! And, the neighborhood kids are asking me every day when you’re coming back. I’m going to have to start hiding in my house at this point.

Ah, how can I survive without a strong, handsome young man to carry all of my groceries home? Without his powerful arms to lift me everywhere I please? I truly am at a loss… (Am I making you miss me more? I hope it’s working.)

Oh yes, I was thinking, you and I have never been to the beaches in Inazuma together! I’m sure they’re nothing like the ones in Liyue, but they’re still pretty nonetheless. We should definitely go and collect some seashells and play in the water! (And you better not use your Hydro Vision to your advantage again!)

Hopefully one day, the water fights can be snow ball fights instead, hmm? ;)

Love you!

P.S.: If I don’t receive a couple of dozen kisses the next time you visit, you’re being banned from cuddles.

Childe couldn’t help but smile and laugh as he read your letter. You were so, so cute. How did he get so lucky? And now he wanted to snatch you away to Snezhnaya even more. He wanted you to meet the rest of his family already.

“Would you wait here for a bit? I want to respond to them right away.”

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You were just returning home when Kirara popped up out of nowhere, waving something in the air which you immediately recognized to be one of those fancy envelopes Childe always used. You nearly tripped on the trips as she came bounding up to you.

“I’m glad I caught you, [Name]! I’ve successfully delivered your package and have a reply here!” She placed the letter, and also a few hefty bags of what you already knew was Mora. It wasn’t a letter from Childe if he wasn’t trying to spoil you somehow.

“I’m so glad you found him! I hope it wasn’t too much trouble?” Kirara smiled and shook her head.

“He seemed to really miss you. He kept rereading your letter over and over. I think he was kind of disappointed when I didn’t have any news of you…” You couldn’t help but laugh. Childe really lived up to his name sometimes.

“Don’t worry about it. I’m just so happy you could deliver my stuff. Thanks once again!” Kirara bowed deeply and you waved her off.

You decided to sit down on the porch of your house. It was rather beautiful as Childe had purchased the loveliest one he could of course. With extreme care, you opened the letter and began reading.

Dearest [Name],

When I saw this lady with two tails, I thought she would be a great sparring partner. But then when she came up to me bearing a package from you, I was even more surprised! Missed me that much, hmm? Well, you’re not the only one… Waking up to a cold bed isn’t what I prefer.

Passing the time without you has been difficult. Liyue has some good fishing spots, but I miss having you next to me trying not to scream when you finally managed to catch something. Haha, have you been training in that too without me, love?

Anyway, you’re in luck. Teucer somehow got away and is in Liyue again… but I can’t be too mad. He’s been playing with your toys the whole day and making me join him too. Now, I can’t let you give such wonderful gifts to my family and leave you empty-handed! Here’s a couple of million Mora. I know that’s not much, but all the other gifts are stuck in transit… I hope they get there soon. There are clothes, jewelry, books, and, actually, let’s just wait until it comes.

I’m sorry to make you wait so long, baby. You’ve been so understanding of my duty and all, and I know you don’t deserve this. But I promise to make it up to you when I’m back. And, you know, I have been thinking about this for a while. You should come to live in Liyue. We still won’t be together all the time, but I’m stationed there more than the other nations.

You can use my place to stay, it’s quite luxurious of course, and everyone here is very friendly. Mr. Zhongli in particular would like to meet you. So just think about it, okay? Also, the beach sounds quite nice. I hope you’re ready to be soaking wet because I’m not going to let you get away. (I will be using my Vision. It’s too funny to hear you squeal.)

Speaking of, I hear there’s going to be a festival in Inazuma soon, Yoimiya told me about it. I’ve never been to one, but it sounds rather exciting. There’s even a fighting competition! We should go together. And don’t worry, I’ll win all of the games at the stalls for you.

I have so many things to tell you when I get there. I also have a bunch of souvenirs from my travels too… there’s a story for each one. I hope you’re prepared! I expect to hear every detail about your life, too.

P.S.: I’ll hold you to that threat, comrade. I’ll be counting every single kiss, so don’t think about escaping.

P.P.S.: I’d still destroy you in a snowball fight. But we’ll see when you come to Snezhnaya.

You couldn’t contain your love and jumped up and down, holding the letter to your chest. How could a man be so sweet, charming, kind, and more? The list went on. But you couldn’t help but laugh at his handling of Mora. You had insisted every time he needn’t send you this much money, but alas.

Liyue, huh? You had never stepped foot outside of Inazuma, especially with the previous Vision Hunt Decree, but now perhaps would be a good time to expand your horizons.

Especially when your beloved Ajax was there with you.

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byunpum · 9 months

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Can I ask for a side story of dad!Tsu-tey, like he and Neytiri and Jake have to do important adult stuff with the new clan they are in leaving the kids do their own thing

And the Omiatkaya kids are with reader who is making lunch with the spice they have with them to cook and Tistreya, Amoung, and Rotxo, try forest people food and it turns out that it's quite spicy as it's a delicacy

Pair: Tsu'tey x Y/n daughter x sully family x Metkayina kids

Warning: None, Domestic moments, ao'nung being drama queen

Note: This would be like an alternate part to tsu'tey's "i can be a better father" series. You can read it HERE.

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Lo'ak had dragged his entire group of friends, including his brothers. Ao'nung, rotxo and tsireya were trailing behind the group of boys. They were proudly talking about their half-sister's culinary skills. "I know you're going to love it, Y/N is the best at making stew" lo'ak was excited. You had told him the day before, that you had collected everything to make his favorite dish. The metkayina kids were also excited, according to what their friends had told him this food was different from the ones they ate, which was something very tasty. 'Majestic;' as tuk said, as she jumped up and down with joy as they got closer to your marui.

The way to your marui was a bit further, as it was inside the jungle of one of the islands of the metkayina clan. So practically everyone was running. You were left alone, as your father had to go on a trip with Jake. So you were left alone with spider, and you had invited your siblings to have dinner at your home today. In the distance you can hear the voices of the group of friends. "We're here!!!" says neteyam, pushing lo'ak out of the way and entering the marui before anyone else. You laugh, watching as they were arguing over who was going to eat first. Meanwhile you were wiggling, and putting the last ingredients in. "Hey…calm down…there's food for everyone" you scold him, seeing how behind them you recognized three familiar faces. You say hello too, they looked a little shy. But you calm them down, telling them that they were practically family, that they were more than welcome.

All the boys sat down, waiting for the food to be ready. As they all talked and joked. They could smell it, the rich smell coming out of the pot. After a while, the food was ready. You bring out the plates, nice plates that you had brought from your old home. Handmade jars made by your father, perfect for when you made your stew. You hand everyone their respective plate, the metkayina boys were surprised to see the color and the rich smell coming out of this food. Tsireya watched as her friends were already beginning to eat. "Y/N this is delicious…thank you" says kiri, as she continued to eat.

"You're welcome…mmm I hope you like it. I want you to be honest with me, and tell me what you thought?" you speak, watching as ao'nung began to eat. Followed by roxto and tsireya. After the first bite, ao'nung started coughing but calmed down. Trying to calm down, as he watched your eyes widen in concern. "Everything okay?" you ask him. "Yes, yes…it's very …. yummy," ao'nung says coughing. Meanwhile tsireya, was eating quietly as was rotxo.

Rotxo was next to you, eating all the stew on his plate. This was not the first time he had eaten some of your food, but it was the first time he had eaten this dish. "Y/n this is delicious" says Rotxo, wagging his tail from side to side in happiness. You laugh a little, and shift your gaze. It looked so pretty.

"Y/N one question…what's that stuff at the end, it's like it stings, but it's delicious?" asks tsireya, the girl was excited about the food, it was something so new to her. She had never eaten anything like it. It was a very spicy dish.

"That's spicy…it's something special that Y/N puts in it," said neteyam. Meanwhile, ao'nung was still eating, but the more he ate the more red he was getting. But still, everyone ate every last drop of the stew. You start picking up the containers, everyone looked normal except for ao'nung who looked a little sick. He looked a little uncomfortable, and his face was red. You reach over, and touch his shoulder.

"Ao'nung are you okay?" you ask, watching as your friend fake a smile, but you could see his painful facial expressions. "Did something happen with the food?" you ask. "No…it was - delicious, it's just that I" ao'nung puts his hand to his stomach, you could hear the crunching sounds his stomach was making. As it is he twisted in pain. "You're not well…I think the spicy sauce made you sick" kiri says, as other guys came over to see what was wrong with their friend. "No…I'm fine, don't worry" speaks ao'nung, trying to hold back a mouthful of vomit.

"I think we should see mom" tsireya says, moving closer to her brother. Helping him up from the floor. Everyone was worried, because he was getting worse very fast. "Yes…come on, come on" you help tsireya carry ao'nung. The poor boy was trying to keep his balance.

.....

"I think these tanks will last for about 5 months" tsu'tey says. Jake, neytiri and tsu'tey had set out from the morning on a quick trip to the camp in the hallelujah mountains. They were going to get some supplies, like oxygen for spider and Y/N. And find out if there was any new news. "Yes…I think up to 8 months." Says jake helping tsu'tey carry the oxygen tanks to his marui. When they arrived, they noticed that no one was there, and there was a mess of dirty dishes and cooking utensils. As if someone had walked past them, as if someone had left in a hurry.

Both men put down their oxygen tanks, and look at each other in confusion. Tsu'tey was already getting nervous. Just before either of them could speak, neytiri rushes into the marui. "Tsu'tey come…Y/N is in trouble" says neytiri. Tsu'tey runs out, behind neytiri and jake follows them. What could have happened, you were not a girl who made trouble. The group of friends arrived where he had indicated to neytiri. Tsu'tey saw how Y/N was at the entrance of Ronal's marui, next to her was spider. He was holding his sister's hand, and neteyam was in front of her calming her down. He could see how nervous she was.

The group of friends approached the boys. " Dad!!!" you whimper, running to hug your father. Tsu'tey hugs you back, patting your high back. " Dad…. I swear I didn't do anything!!!" you were a little agitated, neteyam walks over to his uncle. Like the big brother he was, he was going to clear the whole thing up. "Teyam, what happened?" asks Jake. Looking at his children cautiously, lo'ak was at his brother's side. Meanwhile spider, was still holding your hand. "I can explain everything…" speaks lo'ak. But his father makes a grimace for him to keep silent.

"Dad… Y/N prepared something to eat for all of us and we invited the guys. But the food that Y/N made was spicy. and apparently that was very bad for ao'nung. Ronal yelled at us, and made Y/N feel very bad" neteyam tries to explain everything that happened. Meanwhile you were trying to hold back your tears, it was the first time in your life that someone yelled at you the way Ronal did. You had never experienced a bad treatment from an elder. That hurt you, you were a very well-behaved, kind girl. You were obedient, and you hardly ever got into trouble. And now you felt very guilty.

"Dad…he was very bad. He even vomited blood, and it was my fault" you were trying to sound calm, but your crying voice was creeping in. " Sweetheart this is not your problem, you didn't do anything…calm down" tsu'tey tries to reassure you. Jake walks over to you, and strokes your hair. "Y/N I'm going to talk to ronal…you take it easy. Go with your dad to your home and rest" jake speaks, walking away to enter ronal's marui.

Tsu'tey tries to comfort you some more. He then asks neteyam as a favor to take his sister home. All your brothers take you to their marui. While Tsu'tey and Neytiri accompany Jake. No one was going to be yelling at his daughter, while tsu'tey tried to defend you. Jake tried to calm him down, they didn't want to get kicked out of the clan. The boy's stomach was pretty badly hurt, so what had happened had been very serious. But it was not justifiable the bad treatment that Ronal had given you. After discussing for a while, and making all things clear. Everyone went home.

Later in the evening, you were calmer. Your brothers had stayed with you. Then the rest of the family arrived. Tsu'tey prepared something to eat, so that everyone would calm down. Even Neytiri was comforting you, she felt that you did not deserve this bad treatment. And for such a simple thing, it was not your fault that the boy was so weak in the stomach. After dinner, everyone went home. Spider had gone to bed early, while tsu'tey was finishing a basket he would use to hunt fish. Meanwhile you, you wanted to go apologize to ao'nung.

"Hey, where are you going?" asks tsu'tey as he watches you walk out of the marui. "I'm going to walk for a while…I want to clear my head" you speak. Your father just gives you a smile, and keeps working.

You had to apologize to ao'nung. You felt guilty, after all you were the one who made that meal. Poor thing, he must feel terrible. After a while, you arrive at the marui of tsireya and her family. You were afraid that Ronal might see you and yell at you again. But to your good fortune, only tsireya is there. The girl sees you at the entrance, you had your arms crossed.

"Hey!!!" says tsireya in a low voice, approaching you. "Hey…how are you?" she asks you.

"I'm fine…. I came to check on ao'nung. I didn't get a chance to see him" you speak, lowering your head expecting tsireya to be upset with you. But you feel her take your hand, and begin to guide you to where ao'nung is supposed to be. "He's better…tired. But he's going to be fine" the girl says dragging you along with her. You are surprised at how big her marui is, it is very beautiful. You can see ao'nung lying on the ground, on a kind of makeshift bed. He was half awake, moving his face to see what his sister was doing.

"Hello" you speak softly trying not to make him uncomfortable. Ao'nung laughs, and you raise your hand a little. Waving at you foolishly, and making a sign for you to approach him. "Y/N you're here" he speaks, you could tell he was still in pain. You sit next to him, watching tsireya walk away, to do other things. "I want to apologize…I didn't mean for you to get like this" you try to apologize. But you hear a giggle coming from ao'nung. "You're silly!!!" the boy teases you. You give him a pinch on the shoulder, and he yelps in pain but doesn't stop laughing.

"I know it wasn't your fault, I'm just a giant baby….I should be the one apologizing" ao'nung stops talking, and takes your hand. To give it a squeeze and stroke the top of your hand with his thumb. "She shouldn't have yelled at you like that…it was unfair. I apologize sincerely, on behalf of this family and the clan. You are an honorable member, and I know you would never hurt anyone…least of all me, would you?" ao'nung went from a very touching speech, to being flirtatious in seconds. Winking at you, while seeing that you're blushing. " Yah, get off me…. idiot" you whine. Pulling further away from him, sticking out your tongue.

The two of you stay silent for a couple of seconds, until you move over and adjust one of ao'nung's curls. to lift you off the ground. "Well I'm glad you're okay…mmm tomorrow I'll make you a drink perfect for these things" you speak, as you see ao'nung's eyes widen. "Really…it's very good" you joke.

"I'll eat and drink whatever you give me…I don't mind. But only if you prepare it" he winks at you again. You look away, ignoring him. If he was right, he was still the same stupid as always. But even dumber and weaker.

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kooksbunnnn · 4 months

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Fuck around and..? JHS

Summary: Being neglected can bring out the brat inside you, little do you know that he loves to be the brat tamer.

Warnings: dom!hoseok × brat!reader. MATURE. 18+ Overstimulation? Edging? It's a mixture. Vibrator. Fingering. Unprotected sex(it's a no-no in reality). Reader cries and begs. THEY ARE DANCERS. Please tell me if I missed something.

Words: 1.7k approx.

Authors note: I am a little rusty and this is slightly unedited as well so please forgive if I make any mistake. Also, you can ask me to add you in the permanent taglist, so when I upload any drabble or story you could be notified🫶 ___________________________________________

"It seems like I underestimated how obidient you are. My perfect disciple."

The most important thing in dance is discipline, Hoseok told you that on the first day you visited his studio. You heard about how much body control he had, you just didn't realize how much you wanted him to control your body as well.

You used to imagine how his hands would feel around your throat or inside you. How would his dick feel in your throat or any of your holes. Never had you felt so out of control around someone. Always trying to get praised for how you move your hips.

Compliments about your dance turned into rewards so quick you didnt realize when he started to praise you for how good you looked riding him rather than at a move he taught.

And soon, you realized why you felt so powerless around him. It was like he stripped you of your powers as soon as you walked in that studio. He didn't have to say it verbally it was just the way he looked at you that made you submit to him.

You did not wanna upset him or disobey him. He made that very clear when you both started to date and get intimate, but getting less attention from him during crowded classes just wanted you to test his patience.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" He says with a smile, fake, you can tell, calling you near your camera that was already set to film the routine, while all the dancers take a break.

"Tying my hair?" You say in a tone which makes his jaw tick. He hated you practicing with your hair tied up in front of others. Any other hairstyles were okay but this was his to hold, his to play around with, his to pull on while you got your throat fucked.

It made him want to bend you in front of everyone and tell them whom you belong to.

But as long as it got his attention, you were ready to risk it all.

He just glares at you as you stop letting your hair fall for the moment where you put your band in between your teeth, his gaze now unable to stay still on your eyes. You turn away from him to fidget with the camera's settings, pretending to fix something he told you to.

"Dont test me, doll." He says with his eyes squeezed, head tilted towards his feet.

"Oh yeah?" Stepping away from the camera, you start to put your hair very slowly in a ponytail, your top rising above your navel. He raises his head, eyes slowly trailing over your body.

Looking straight in your eyes, he steps towards you and scoffs. Looking at you, he raises a challenging brow meanwhile you finish your hairstyle by pulling the hair tie from your lips dramatically.

Tightening the hold of the hair tie on your messy pony tail with a raised brow, you tilt your head smiling innocently.

"Whatchu you gonna do about it, sir?" You challenge him with a smirk.

He smiles,"why dont you fuck around and find out, brat?"

A muffled cry escapes you as you feel your orgasm approaching. Once again.

The question, would he let you come or edge you again comes back. Again.

Hands at your back tied with a tie and mouth stuffed with a ball gag covered in spit, your knees were bruising against the satin sheets. You spread your shaking knees apart enough for your folds to touch the mattress and the vibrator that hoseok holds under your pussy.

He had been surprising you with different personas every time you saw him perform, but this? This dominant persona is your favorite, it is overwhelming to experience yet so cunt-clenchingly exciting every time.

"That's it, doll, let it go." He coos mockingly, and his voice sounds so soft against his appearance, shirtless and trousers unbottoned, making his briefs visible.

His voice makes you shiver in anticipation and makes you believe he is gonna let you come but then he can be so unpredictable.

Since he was choosing when to let you come, he has also been randomly edging you, you dont want to believe his words anymore.

You knew the first orgasm would have been a mind numbing one but he just laughed and removed the vibrator away from your pussy, laughing at how pathetically you cried. Surprising you with an orgasm after that by just lightly tapping your clit, soon followed by another one that almost made you blackout of overstimulation.

"Yeah? You wanna?"

Nodding your head slowly, your head falls back with a muffled moan. Tears falling over mixing with your spit your knees shake as he holds you with one hand and presses the vibrator harder on your clit with the other.

"Ohhhhh, feels good, right?"

He lets out at the same time you let out a low groan, making fun of how you shake and moan in front of him.

You nod your head again with garbled sounds coming from your mouth. Leaning in, he kisses your cheek, warm breath fanning your face, and you open your eyes to look at his dark ones, whining and mumbling a plea.

"Did you say something?" He says, pausing when you mumble something behind the gag. When you dont respond to his question, he immediately removes the pressure and puts the device aside.

"Look at me." He says gently holding your face with bith of his hands. "Are you okay? Still green?" You nod but he still loosens your gag.

"Words."

"Yes, green, just needed a sec." You say with a tired smile to assure his suddenly softening and concerned eyes.

"You're doing great baby, so perfect," he says, kissing you, which immediately makes you feel safe. Tightening the gag at your assurance, he leans down to lick a stripe from your tits to the spot behind your ear, making you flinch with sensitivity. Laughing, he grabs your waist to stop you from running.

Switching the vibrating device, he replaces it with his long fingers.

"Fuck baby, you're so wet." He breathes lightly rubbing his hand sideways and shifts his other hand from your waist to your head slowly. Your head falls back as his hand grazes your spine but soon gets yanked back to place by your ponytail in order to make sure you look him straight in the eye.

"I know you wanna cum all over my hands, baby, but have you been a good girl?" You nod almost too quickly at his question making him tsk in disappointment.

"Wow" he scoffs, "you really got some nerve, huh?" He snarls and slips two of his fingers inside you while unlocking the gag behind your head. You gasp as it falls off, and your head lols forward at the way his fingers felt inside you. Pulling your head back by your hair again, he says through his teeth,

"I am gonna ask you again, do you deserve to cum?" He grits his teeth while pulling his fingers out now palming your mound sloppily and slowly waiting for you to answer.

"I-I am sorry. Please-" he slaps your cunt making you gasp as soon as he hears your throaty plea.

"Yes or no!" He says now rubbing your folds with his palm slowly as you squirm with your mouth open in silent moan.

"No, no, oh shit, no!" You cry.

Parting your pussy lips with his index and ring finger he slowly flicks your clit making your body twitch with every movement his finger does.

"Such a good slut, so obidient." He coos licking your earlobe and you shake in his hold. Pressing his fingers in again he groans at how wet and sloppy you are. Letting your hands fall free from the back he opens the knot and pushes you lightly on the bed.

You watch with hooded eyes as he takes his dick out of his trousers and then throws his shirt somewhere on the ground. Rubbing his length all over your pussy, he enters you.

You gasp, feeling him inside you, stretch burning your walls. Your tears fall out as your hands reach to hold him.

"F-fuuuuck so tight- ah shit"

"Oh thats it"

You both moan at the same time. You could feel every ridge his dick had, its head reaching spots that makes you see stars.

"Oh, you're soooo dick drunk, baby," he smiles, wiping away the drool at the corner of your lips, and you moan, eyes rolling back.

"Such a good girl, so pretty. Fucking gorgeous" he says giving sloppy kisses to your neck and collarbones. You gasp when he bites your nipple while almost picking you up from the mattress from how hard he presses your body closer to his.

"Squeezing me so good, baby" he breathes.

"H-hobi," you squirm out of sensitivity, so he pulls out and quickly maneuvers your legs on one side, sliding in once again. The angle makes you both feel each other in a better way, tighter and closer.

Thrusting in and out, he reaches to your hand, which tries to find something to hold, entwining your fingers with his. He holds it beside your head against the mattress, slightly twisting you.

While your other hand goes up in his hair, he kisses you with fervor, grunting in your mouth licking up all your whines. He groans at the way you squeeze him. He pushes in once again grinding and rolling his dick deeper inside you.

"Oh my god," you gasp, pulling on his hair.

"Take it, I know you can." He says, gritting his teeth and sloppily thrusting in and out of you, signaling his climax. You both grunt at how harsh his thrusts are, almost punishing with a bruising hold on your hips as the sound of your skin smacking fills the room.

"Go on baby, ah fuck- tell me, who do you belong to?" He says, holding your jaw with his fingers turning your face towards him.

"You," you gasp, his lips brushing on yours.

"Me who, doll?" He licks in your mouth but pulls back before you can suck on it.

"Hoseok." You breathe out heavily followed by a moan on a particularly sharp thrust.

"Again-" he moans biting your chin.

"H-Hoseok," you moan louder this time.

"Louder." He grunts

"Hos-ohh," he shifts back to spread your legs open once again. Fisting the sheets above your head, he thrusts in you faster.

"Louder!"

"Hoseok- fuck oh my god!" You scream and he groans kissing you.

"Fuck. Cum, doll"

Your back arches and you clamp around his cock making him give a hard thrust followed by thick white spurts released into you. You moan at how filled you feel.

Chests heaving you both try to catch your breath, body sweaty and sticky you both stay in the position for some seconds. Coming back from his high, he peppers your body with small kisses, making your eyes flutter at the warm satiated feeling.

Tiredness take over you and you feel yourself falling asleep. Hoseok tries to slip out of you but you lock your hands over his shoulders, whining sleepily and making him slip inside you once again.

He smiles at how clingy and cute you become post-sex. Kissing you once again, he hums deep in your ear,

"Sweetie, I gotta clean you up." tucking a hair lock behind your ear, he pats your side gently.

"5 more minutes." You mumble, hugging him again.

"Baby-"

"Please," you pull him in tighter and wrap your legs around him, gasping at the feeling of his dick inside you. He teasingly thrusts his softening dick inside you once again, making you whine and bury your head in his neck.

He chuckles giving in, "Fine. Brat."

Date: 18th February 2024

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hexellent · 6 months

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🖤 and Wave for Tails ofc

@already-know-this-story // Look Through My Eyes

attractiveness:

repulsive / hideous / ugly / not attractive / unappealing / not unattractive / meh / no preference / ok / mildly attractive / nice looking / cute / adorable / attractive / pleasant on the eyes / good looking / hot / sexy / beautiful / gorgeous / hot damn / would tap that / perfect / godlike / holy fuck there are no words.

personality:

grating / irritating / frustrating / boring / confusing at best / awkward / unreasonable / psychotic / disturbing / interesting / engaging / affectionate / aggressive / ambitious / anxious / artistic / bad tempered / bossy / charismatic / appealing / unappealing / creative / courageous / dependable / unreliable / unpredictable / predictable / devious / dim / extroverted / introverted / egotistical / gregarious / fabulous / impulsive / intelligent / sympathetic / talkative / up beat / peaceful / calming / badass / flexible.

how likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending / fuck no! / never / no way / not likely / not sure / indifferent / I’m asexual / maybe / probably / it depends / fairly likely / likely / yeah sure / yes / would tap that / hell yes / fuck yes! / wishing that could happen right now / as many times as possible / we are already having sex.

level of friendship:

never in a million years / worst of enemies / enemies / rivals / indifferent / neutral / acquaintance / friendly toward each other / casual friends / friends / good friends / best friends / fuck buddies / bosom buddies / practically the same person / would die for them / true friends / my only friend.

first impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

current impression of them:

#and the cards read as such {ic}#look to the stars for what you seek {answered}#had to have high high hopes for a living {muse: miles tails prower}#already-know-this-story - say that you want me every day; that you want me every way {tails & wave}#alreadyknowthisstory #down absolutely atrocious and slowly coming to terms with it #suggestive tw #suggestive cw

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batwritings · 8 months

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Kinktober Day 27 - Fuck or Die

BOGO stories! I figured since it's already the 27th for me I'd post this one earlier than normal. ^^; Enjoy!~

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When Barbatos first called you in the middle of the night, you were a little unhappy. You had a big exam the next day and you knew you’d catch hell from Lucifer should you get a bad mark. But the moment you were told there was something wrong with Diavolo, you immediately shot up.

You barely got yourself dressed without making a racket, booking it out the door of the Hall of Lamentation. A few of the brothers tried to stop you, an excuse shouted their way as you left. The prince’s butler met you at the gate, walking briskly down the halls.

“I did not expect this to be happening so soon,” the demon told you, tail swishing behind him impatiently. “And I do apologize for the inconvenience, but–”

“I appreciate the call Barbatos,” you interjected, finally coming to a stop outside Diavolo’s room. “I appreciate you respecting the fact that I’m his partner and want to know what’s going on and if he’s okay.” You gave the butler a sad, but patient smile, still not fully understanding the circumstances that your beloved prince was under.

“That’s precisely why I called you actually,” Barbatos informs. He’s slow to open the door, the room dim save for a few candles here and there. “Young master? I’ve brought MC, for you.”

The room is filled with a heady scent that you can’t quiet place. It belonged to Diavolo, sure, but you only could catch it during your more…intimate moments with him. Your beloved is on his bed, blankets, pillows, and sheets strewn about.

The demon snaps his head to look at the both of you, pupils dilated down to a slit against his golden irises. You see one of his wings twitch as you approach cautiously. “This is a very delicate time,” Barbatos informs you. “We experience these instances every few years in the Devildom. We mate or we die.”

The words hit you like a lead brick as your face contorts with concern. Your head whips back and forth between Diavolo and Barbatos. “Then…I need to help him,” you say resolutely. You kneel at the young prince’s bedside and let your palm caress his cheek.

Diavolo is quick to take in your scent, and you watch a bit more clarity come to him. “MC,” he purrs, voice low and slightly distorted. You’re hauled onto the prince’s bed, immediately coming to straddle his hips. Clawed hands are gentle as they begin to disrobe you.

You can hear Barbatos announcing his departure, stating he’ll return with food and water before slipping out of the room. You watch the door for a moment before a low growl pulls your attention back to the demon beneath you. “Please…” your beloved sighs, rocking his hips up so his already naked member rubs against your hole.

You nod, leaning down to press a kiss against his forehead. He’s feverish and sweating, and you feel as if you don’t have much time. Your hand shoots for his bedside table for the lube you knew was there from previous ventures, flicking open the cap and spreading a generous amount on your lover’s member. “I need you to go slow Dia,” you tell him softly. “I’m not prepped yet, okay?”

You can tell he understands by the way he takes your wrist and licks it gently. You smile and slowly start to lower yourself onto him. The stretch burned something fierce, but it wasn’t unpleasant. You noticed the way his hands shook as he held you, forcing himself to let you go at your own pace.

Only once you were fully seated, hips to hips were you abruptly pulled down so your chest was rested against his. “M i n e,” Diavolo growls, as he slowly pulls out of you before slamming back in. You cry out in pleasure, your lover’s member hitting your sweet spot dead on. It was borderline overwhelming, but you did your best to keep a level head.

Despite his evident haze of arousal, you could see the young prince trying his best to restrain the beast inside. Thankfully for the both of you, this was certainly not your first rodeo with the heir to the throne. Your body quickly adjusted to his girth and you gave him a knowing smile.

“Go ahead Dia, let go.”

The time you spent with him was a blur. Every word of praise, of ownership, of adoration was music to your ears that made pleasure buzz along your skin. You were bitten and bruised but in the most beautiful of ways, a claim made across your skin in purples and reds.

You were drawn back to consciousness by a wet sensation along your inner thigh. Your bleary eyes open and flick down to the demon between your legs. Washcloth in hand, Diavolo gives you a sheepish smile.

“I didn’t mean to wake you,” he tells you, voice clearer and just above a whisper. “But I owed it to you to at least get you cleaned up.” A soft chuckle comes from the prince as a glob of cum oozes from your hole beyond the plug that was put in place. You only shiver and shake your head, smiling fondly.”

“So long as you and Barbatos gives me a better heads up, I don’t mind being fucked to hell and back.”

#bat writes #obey me diavolo #obey me smut #obey me x reader #om!diavolo #diavolo smut #diavolo x reader

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bonny-kookoo · 9 months

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Intrinsic Yoongi 💜

How did they get from a relationship patient/caretaker to partners-lovers? I'm curious about both sides of the story, so from MC point of view too, how did she develop feelings for Yoongi? And how did they become a couple?

When Yoongi healed, you realized that the day he'd move out and most of all on was drawing closer. Your time was limited. And the limit bad been set.

When he did move out, he took a lot of things with him.

Noise. No longer was that soft low rumbling purr heard anywhere in your apartment, no annoyed growls at random things, no questions regarding humans or human behavior.

Company. Slowly you had to adjust to living by yourself again, no one there to cook meals for, now every portion was your own and not to be shared with someone else. The table was sometimes still set for two, before you'll realize your mistake, hesitantly moving the cutlery and plate back where it belonged.

Love.

Now, he didn't love you. And you didn't love him. But you saw the potential in you maybe loving him, if he was to open up a little more to how that was. But you'd been just a caretaker, a situational friend so to speak, someone he'd surely forget soon.

It's raining outside. Storming, even. You're watching it from your window, mug of tea in your hands.

The doorbell rings. Who's visiting this late?

It's yoongi, soaked in rain. Angry glimmer in his eyes. He's mad- but it's not directed at you, you can see that. You've learned to distinguish it. This anger is frustration, tail swiping around in agitation as he lets himself in, walks inside like he owns your apartment.

He doesn't. Never did.

"Get out." He says, and you look at him, all wide eyed and confused.

"But this is my apartment?" You ask meekly, and he shakes his head, closes his eyes, collects his words.

"No, I mean leave my head!" He growls. "Get out of my thoughts!" He demands, and you look at him, not sure what to do. "Huh?! Leave me alone!" He hisses.

"I'm sorry-" you say. "-But I don't know how to do that." You say, and his body stance changes, hostility leaving his bones as he seems to realize something.

"I think I need to have intercourse with you." He says, and you yelp, cheeks instantly red. "But I need to court you, first, right?" He asks. You shake your head.

"No I-" you mumble, squirming in place. "I'm not really.. some humans don't wanna do that without.. love. I'm one of them." You admit.

"So you need to love me?" He asks, and you shake your head.

"You.. that's not the problem." You admit, and his eyes are still on you. "It's.. most likely the other way around." You tell him.

"No." He denies. "Love is a term for a human form of affection which I educated myself on. I'm already feeling it, so if you do too, then we have all we need to engage in-"

"Yoongi no.!" You scold, and he instantly tenses up, because you never raise your voice. "If you want to get rid of me, fine. But not like that." You shake your head. "That'll just.. hurt me. I don't want that." You deny.

"I will be gentle-" he tries awfully meekly, but you deny again.

"No." You say. "Find someone else."

"But I don't want someone else." He disagrees, crossing his arms. "My lust is only for you, I don't want to engage in those things with someone else." He argues.

"Too bad." You say, walking to open the door again. "Go and figure it out." You say.

"No. I already figured it out." He responds. "We won't reproduce, I just need-"

"Yoongi, with all due respect, no." You say, making his eyes widen and tail lower at your tone. "I won't let myself be used like that again." You say, and suddenly, he remembers you sitting on the couch, days after he'd started living with you.

Crying so bitterly because of that human man who only used you for a short quench of his lust.

His tail instinctively moves between his legs in a manner of shame, arms falling to his sides.

He suddenly lowers himself onto the floor, sitting down, hugging his legs. He's seriously throwing a tantrum right now?

"Get out." You say.

"No." He denies. "I need you." He proposes. You close the door, but stay where you are. "Why are you being so difficult? You're the one who pulled me in with her-" he suddenly drifts off, eyes going from their usual sharp shape to all round and full of wonder as he stares at you like you're the moon.

"What?" You huff. "What did I do?" You ask, arms crossed now.

"Nothing.." he says, whispers almost.

You've done nothing.

You didn't infiltrate his instincts with your pheromones. You didn't use his senses against him to lure you in. You're human. You're incapable of that. So if it's not that, it's..

His hand finds his chest. He looks down, then back at you.

He feels sleepy. Relaxed. Comfortable, like he's back home. Not because the apartment is familiar, but because of your presence.

"Human affection." He realizes, standing up to walk where you stand, hands on your shoulders. "Human affection. Love- its not lust or the urge to reproduce I'm feeling." He tells you like he's just found out the secrets of the universe. "I'm not lusting after you. I'm in love with you!" He says, realizes, as he looks into your wide open eyes.

It's silent for a moment, when you open your mouth, though he interrupts you.

"Humans offer affection to their partners with kisses." He says. "I want to kiss you." He says. "I- how do I do that??!" He asks all excited, eyes switching from one to your other rapidly, before you lean on to peck his lips-

Though he seems to just wing it, hastily kissing you back, all mouth and tongue and breaths exchanged, hands on your neck, your cheeks, as he drowns himself in whatever this rush is he's feeling.

Only when he needs to properly breath does he part, resting his forehead against yours.

"I don't care whatever this is.." he almost whispers, before he breaks out in laughter. "I don't care, I really don't." He says, looking down at you. "You're- I-" he stammers, as you hold his hands for a second, giving him a moment to collect himself. "I.. im gonna have to.. educate myself on how this works, but I want to.. I want to stay at your side. I don't- even if you don't return the same feelings, I'd like to.. Live alongside you. In your presence." He asks.

"I'd.. love if you came back home, yoongi. You'll always have a place here." You say, and his eyes suddenly shimmer with unshed tears, waterline filling before it overflows.

"I.." he chokes up, before he smiles, bottom lip quivering a little. "I don't care about this house or anything." He confesses.

"The only home I want is you."

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #yoongi imagine #min yoongi imagines #yoongi x reader #yoongi imagines #alien yoongi

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imagining-in-the-margins · 1 year

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A Desert Bloom (S.R.)

Summary: Reader has never liked cacti. Spencer finally finds out why. A/N: Written for a very dear friend of mine, and anyone else who might need it. Couple: Spencer Reid/GN!Reader Category: Comfort/Fluff Content Warning: Complicated maternal relationship, minor self-deprecation, implied parental abuse Word Count: 875

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Having grown up in Nevada, Spencer had always been both put-off and fascinated by the plant stores on the East Coast. While the wide array of colors was breathtaking in its own right, it felt foreign and slightly overwhelming to him.

But when you’d asked him to come with you to pick out a housewarming plant for your first apartment together — so sweetly and with those eyes that made him speechless — he couldn’t say no. He could, however, make a beeline straight to the plants that reminded him of home.

Spencer had known that you were not particularly fond of cacti, but he hadn’t ever asked you why. It seemed like the kind of story that you would share when you were ready.

And that day, you were.

“Why do you like succulents so much?” you asked with your nose slightly crinkled.

“I think they’re funny little things,” he answered with a chuckle under his breath. “The peak of evolution if you ask me.”

“Oh,” you grumbled. You said nothing else.

But Spencer could see in the way your body shifted but failed to really move away that you’d wanted him to say more.

He just didn’t know what, so he asked, “Why don’t you?”

“I don’t dislike them,” you corrected. It was not convincing enough for you, so you tried to explain, “We just… have a complicated relationship.”

Spencer laughed a little, and so did you. But after the noise died down, you continued with a softer voice.

“My mom used to always say they reminded her of me.”

Spencer’s heart sunk in his chest before you’d even had a chance to explain. He knew what was coming and he knew that he was about 20 years too late to fix it.

“She said they were just like me. Difficult.”

Like the cactus in front of them, Spencer bristled. His jaw and his hands tensed at first. Slowly, he released the tension to gently hold a leaf from a burro’s tail without causing it to fall.

With a dark, unamused tone, Spencer grumbled, “The fact that’s what she sees when she looks at desert plants tells me all I need to know about her.”

It had made so much sense to him that he had forgotten to explain. You were used to that, though, so you just asked, “What do you mean?”

“I mean, cacti are one of the most resilient plants in the world. They aren’t hard to deal with, most people love them specifically for their resilience.”

You caught the two words he’d been emphasized the hardest.

“Most people?”

“Well, I personally think those people are wrong,” he said with finality.

“How are they wrong?”

Again, you sought the answer you craved. The real reason why Spencer loved cacti. Perhaps, if you could understand why he was drawn to a plant that had warnings plastered across every inch of its surface, maybe — just maybe — you might understand him better.

Maybe you would finally understand why he’d decided to love you despite the difficulty.

“Sure, a cactus can live in awful conditions, but that’s…” he paused. He swallowed the lump in his throat and blinked away the small tears pooling at his eyelashes, “That’s not how you get them to bloom.”

You said nothing. He continued.

“The people who think they can just do whatever they want and the cactus will survive it, well… they just don’t want to pay attention to shriveled leaves and the rotting roots.”

Each word felt like a prick. You could feel the spines of a cactus reaching out from your heart. They broke through the drought inside of your chest like they had finally found the safety they sought. You wanted to scream, to shout, to say anything at all. You wanted to defend the cactus that was just trying to find a way to make it to the next rainfall.

But Spencer had already known.

“They’re the problem, not the cactus.”

You didn’t even notice you were crying until a tear fell from your chin. Spencer turned away from his reminder of his home and held you, instead. He sheltered you from the world as you released the excess water that the world had drowned you in. Then, when you were ready, he followed you to the plant you’d picked.

That afternoon, as you played with the soft petals of the orchid, Spencer was not interested in looking at the finicky, albeit ornate, plant that you’d picked. Instead, his eyes settled on the most beautiful thing in the room.

Spencer thought about how he’d learned at a very young age that if you treat a cactus right, if you take the time to learn its language and help curate a space for it to grow, it will grow, and it will bloom.

He looked at you. He looked at your tentative smile peeking through the landscape of your new home. He looked at you while you recognized yourself in the softness of a flower. Spencer looked at you above any other beautiful thing that might try to call to him.

He would always look at you because he had always been particularly fond of the desert bloom.

(Tell me what you thought about this piece here!)

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Writings of NettleClan- #1

The very first issue of Writings of NettleClan- Where I write random short stories and oneshots about what the cats of NettleClan get up to in between moons. Writing Requests are welcome and highly encouraged!! Now it's get into the first writing.

Sunsong/Peakpaw Oneshot

Sunkit poked her head out of the nursery entrance, looking around. The fresh scent of Leaf-Fall air filled the young kit's nostrils, and she lifted her nose to take in more of the sweet, almost addicting smell.

She glanced behind her. Valleywave was still asleep, curled in her nest with her tail protectively wrapped around her body. However Peakkit, Sunkit's sister, was already awake and padding towards her.

"Hey," Peakkit greeted, taking a seat beside her littermate and glancing up at the sky with a gentle, slightly sleepy smile. "What're you doing...?"

"Hi! I'm just looking." Sunkit dipped her head in greeting, looking back out at NettleClan's camp. It was just beginning to stir.

Dewkit, followed by Bumblekit and Hazykit, darted out of the warrior's den. All three young cats giggled and whirled to face the entrance as an extremely groggy and irritated Ambershard padded out, tail lashing. The warrior approached the three, saying something to them that Sunkit couldn't quite hear.

Whatever it was, it made Bumblekit's tail droop, while Dewkit let out an annoyed huff and stalked away. Hazykit was still giggling, until Ambershard shot him a glare that made him go silent.

Peakkit's whiskers twitched. "I wonder what it's like to have kits." She mused, tilting her head.

Sunkit wrinkled her nose, making a mock-gagging sound and turning her head to her sister. "Probably not good!" She huffed in reply. "Kits are noisy and smell weird!"

"But you're a kit!" Peakkit protested.

"Exactly!" Sunkit stomped a front paw, her white ear twitching.

Peakkit giggled, then went back to watching over the camp. Badgerfern was leaving the warrior's den and making his way over to the apprentice den, where Mistlepaw was asleep. He gently called the apprentice, who stalked out of the den and silently followed his mentor out of camp. In the same heartbeat Aloesight trotted out of his den, a slight limp in his step as he left camp with old, dirty moss in his jaws.

"When I grow up," Peakkit finally meowed. "I want to have lots of kits. I think it would be fun! And then I can make you kit-sit for me!" She nudged Sunkit with a paw, earning a squeal from the cream she-kit.

"Really??" Sunkit narrowed her eyes, but made sure to grin so Peakkit wouldn't think she was angry. "I'll never have kits! Have fun licking bellies to help them make dirt!"

Peakkit laughed, before entwining her tail with Sunkit's and purring. "Maybe I will."

Sunsong stared out of the camp entrance, wrapping her tail around her belly. It wasn't any much bigger than before she found out she was expecting, and yet she felt as if everyone knew. As if everyone could see.

She looked up, and saw many stars glittering in the sky. The moon was full, leaving a soft light over the world as it glowed. Every now and then a chilly Leaf-Fall breeze would blow through her pelt, making her shiver. She had volunteered for guard duty that night, and Spiderstar agreed, telling her to let him know if she got too tired. While she just gave a smile and a small nod, she knew that she would be up for a long time, if not all night.

Sunsong sighed, feeling scared and alone. With Hazelstar's death only being a moon prior, and Ottercloud having his kits only three days ago, NettleClan held a tense air. And then she just had to find out she was having kits earlier that day...

She couldn't tell anyone. Not yet. Not until she was forced to move to the nursery. She didn't want to be a burden, especially when it came to kits she didn't know if she even wanted.

Memories flooded through Sunsong's brain. Memories of being a kit, of talking to Peakpaw...

Sunsong shifted, tensing her muscles.

Peakpaw always wanted kits.

The she-cat constantly spoke of having a mate and starting a family one day. And everytime, Sunsong would feign disgust and give a snide remark.

That was so, so long ago.

Lying down and feeling the cool earth touch her belly, Sunsong held back a sob. She loved her sister, more than anything or anyone else. But she was gone. Peakpaw was gone, and Sunsong was never getting her littermate back.

Oh, Peakpaw. She thought to herself. I'm doing this for you. Please, if I'm doing the right thing, let me know. Tell me now if I'm doing something wrong.

A particularly strong breeze made Sunsong look up, blinking away the blurriness from tears she didn't even know she was holding back.

In the sky, one star was significantly brighter than the rest, as if it were speaking to her. Sunsong let out a sigh of relief.

Peakpaw was with her still, she realized.

She was going to be okay.

#clangen #warrior cats #wc oc #not a moon update #Nettleclan Writings #Peakpaw #Sunsong

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talesofesther · 2 years

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play our record, just one more time | ch 1

Eddie Munson x Reader

Series Summary: Your dreams know the sound of his voice, even if you haven't heard it closely in years. His fingertips still tingle when they remember the feeling of your skin, like a poorly healed scar. Or, the story of how you and Eddie fell apart, and found each other again.

A/N: First part of… I don't know how many honestly, this story will literally be me going with the flow, mostly. I will try to keep updates regular, focus on try. In any way, really hope you like it, let me know. <3

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1976

"You sure you got everything?" Wayne called out, leaning against the front door of his trailer.

A little ten-year-old Eddie came running from his new room, big backpack bouncing on his back, missing a tooth on his infectious smile. His dark locks just about started to curl around the shell of his ear; "yeah, I did."

Wayne frowned as he looked down at his nephew, one of his hands reaching out to tug on the sleeve of Eddie's shirt. "Did you… is this on backwards boy?"

Eddie glanced down at his chest, muttering a soft; "shit," he dropped his bag on the floor and quickly pulled his black shirt off and on again.

The morning sun stung Wayne's eyes, he rubbed at his lashes with his fingers, still exhausted from his night shift. "I'm not cut out for this," he grumbled to himself.

"Sorry uncle Wayne, I won't do it again," Eddie's small voice was quick to say, looking up at him with his big chocolate eyes.

"Nah it's," Wayne sighed, looking down at the boy, at how he already expected a scolding, "s'not your fault boy, come on," he ruffled Eddie's tiny dark curls and walked out to his car, Eddie tailing behind him.

It would take some time for Wayne to get used to dropping Eddie at school every morning before work, making him breakfast, or patching up his scraped knees and going to school meetings because he was now his legal guardian. He never wanted to be a father, but the poor boy deserved one for a change; plus it did feel nice to watch him run off to school just to turn back immediately because he forgot to say goodbye.

Eddie barged through the school doors with purpose, too focused on finding his best friend to notice the lingering looks of his classmates. He met you just about a year ago, after finding a little note on his backpack of you asking if he wanted to sit with you on lunch instead of sitting alone, and since then you'd been attached to the hip with each other.

He spotted you beside your locker, mismatched socks high on your ankles and a bright purple baseball cap on your head, waving frantically at him and already calling out his name. You always greeted him with a quick hug and a; you won't believe what happened this weekend.

More likely than not, it was just a tale of how your dog ate another shoe. But Eddie loved to hear about it nonetheless.

"So you're staying with your uncle now?" You asked, now walking side by side with Eddie, in no hurry to get to your classroom even though the bell had already rung.

Eddie nodded, hands clasping his backpack straps; "yeah, dad left with his friends one night, and uncle Wayne came to pick me up a few days later, he says I'll be staying with him until dad gets back."

You hummed, your sneakers scratching the recently mopped school hallway, "that's good, your dad was kinda mean, is uncle Wayne cooler?"

"Yeah he is," Eddie beamed, innocent excitement bouncing off of him, "he lets me stay up at night until whenever I want and doesn't cut my hair, he said I can let it grow if I want to. Oh and I think he likes good music too."

"Cool," you chuckled, "we should look through his tapes when he's not home to see what he listens to."

"You can come back with me tomorrow after school," Eddie smiled.

"I'll ask my mom, but I'm sure she'll say yes," your shoulder bumped his as you walked. "It'll be fun."

Eddie slowed his steps when he spotted your classroom door, his smile fading slightly. "I miss my dad though, he wasn't the nicest but I didn't want him to leave like mom."

You stopped walking just short of reaching your classroom, at a total loss of how you should comfort someone but wanting to do it anyway. "Um… I'm sure he'll be back, no one would want to leave you, you're too cool. You should write him a letter, let him know you miss him."

A familiar prickling feeling behind his eyes made Eddie bite his lip, "will you help?"

"Sure, we can do it tomorrow too," you agreed, turning to take a step toward your art class but a hand on your wrist stopped you.

Eddie's cheeks turned pink, he let go of you just as quickly as he had reached out. "We- we'll never stop being friends, right?"

"Of course not," you didn't hesitate, words slipping off your tongue easily, "you're my best friend, we'll always be together."

Pursing his lips, Eddie lifted his hand with his pinkie pointing to you. "Promise?" He asked, tone all too pleading for someone this young.

You hooked your pinkie with his, an oath as easy as breathing; "promise."

1977

Only almost a year after the letter was sent, that Eddie's father emerged from the darkness. Wayne was about to kick him out of the house when Eddie walked in. The happiness of seeing his father again spoke louder than the anger of being left alone for a year, louder than all the pain from before.

His father stayed for a week, and even if Eddie's wrist was a little bruised from that one time he almost opened a bag he wasn't supposed to touch, the boy was happy.

He stayed for a week. And then he never came back again.

1978

You saw Eddie cry for the first time when your teacher suggested a father's day project. He had tears silently streaming down his face before he even realized it, you dragged him out of class before anyone could see and make fun of it. He bunched your shirt in his fists and soaked it in tears in the hallway.

From your insistence, Eddie made his gift for Wayne. That was also the first time you saw his uncle cry.

1979

Eddie formed a band with his new friends. You're sneaking into the cheerleading practice.

You don't miss a single one of his band's rehearsals. Eddie distracts the gym teacher for you and tells you to join the cheer team when you get to high school.

1980

You and Wayne put together enough money to buy the burgundy guitar that Eddie had been drooling over for months now.

Eddie gives you your first kiss. It tasted like ice cream, under the sun of a hot summer day and the low tune of I Was Made For Lovin' You playing on Wayne's car. You both laughed afterward, fingers all sticky and cheeks all hot and skin tingling even after you got home.

1981

You and Eddie have your first big fight after he insulted the basketball players. You had just made the cheerleading team; the rumors were already going around about the new girl who was friends with the troublemaker.

Later that day you found Eddie sulking at the lonely picnic table in the woods. You made up; with a bag of his favorite snacks and a cuddle session you never spoke about afterward. A weird weight sits in the air between you after that.

1982, January

A boy asked you to be his girlfriend. It wasn't Eddie. You said yes, because it felt exciting, and your new friends said he was the cutest boy in your class.

Your new boyfriend doesn't like Eddie, calls him a weirdo and a freak. The word has a bitter taste, you hate it. But Eddie's all black leather jackets, metal music, and long hair now; and you're all soft pink lipstick, plush cheer pom poms, and weekend partying now. You never tell your boyfriend or your cheerleading friends otherwise, even though you should.

Eddie doesn't like your new boyfriend. He says he's just a stuck-up jock and you can do much better. You don't ask him who would be the better option, even though you want to.

Eddie doesn't sit with you in the cafeteria anymore, he settles for a halfhearted nod whenever you smile his way. He does still give you a ride home and lets you in his room to hear him practice guitar though. It's like he's two different people inside and outside of school.

1982, August

Days in which you don't speak to Eddie at all are starting to become a new normal.

Eddie thinks you see him the same way everyone else does now. A freak, someone to coil away from in disgust. Of all people, you were the last one he expected would do this. Maybe that's why it was so painful. He feels betrayed, so he wears his armor around the person who's seen him in his most vulnerable more than once. It feels wrong. But that's all he knows.

You think Eddie is being petty. You think it's unfair that he can't accept your new friends, that he doesn't want you to hang out with other people or have a boyfriend who just so happens to play in the school's team. You can't help but think that the insults he throws at them, are meant for you too.

You two don't talk much anymore; except for birthday wishes and the few nights you go to watch him play at The Hideout.

Eddie doesn't tell you that he'd never say a single bad thing about you. Not you. Never you.

You don't tell him that he could never be anything other than the sweet boy with chocolate eyes for you.

1984

Eddie is more of a stranger than a friend.

It's foolish, because it's hurting both of you.

You graduated and he got held back, it didn't make much of a difference, you haven't spoken to each other in more than a year.

1986, March

"We have also identified a person of interest. Eddie Munson. We encourage anyone with information to please come forward."

Your spoonful of cereal stopped midway before reaching your mouth as you heard the voice of the chief of police on your television, saying the name of the person who once used to share all his secrets with you, and blaming him for fucking murders.

Before you register what you were doing, you were already dialing Eddie's phone number, your heart threatening to leap out of your chest every time the line rang and no one picked up. When you slammed the phone back on your wall, you felt sick to your stomach, almost puking the little bit of the cereal you managed to eat.

No one knew where Eddie was. You searched, even if you were probably the last person he wanted to see.

Only a couple weeks later, after the earthquakes, after Eddie's name was cleared, you finally had a glimpse of him. From far away you saw bandages on his exposed skin — you wondered what happened, part of you wanted to run to him — and even so, he was carrying a cardboard box over to the gymnasium, helping those who lost their homes in the destruction.

For the first time then, you could breathe again, knowing he was okay. Despite it all, Eddie would always have a piece of your heart.

1986, November

"Absolutely not," you said with an edge on your tone, carrying a stack of freshly returned movies in your arms as you walked around the counter to put them back in place.

Monday's were definitely the slowest day in Family Video, usually, the only thing happening was customers returning the movies from the weekend.

"Y/N please, I've already talked to Keith and after pretty much I and Robin begged on our knees, he agreed to it," Steve tailed behind you, the red neon sign on the back wall shining against his cinnamon hair and green vest, "under the one condition of you watching him for the first days, that's all I'm asking and I'll make it up to you I promise." He finished with a plead, clasping his hands together and giving you his best puppy eyes.

You groaned, leaning back against one of the movie posters on the wall, you did always have a weakness for a pretty boy with brown eyes, "Stevie, it's not that I don't want to help, I just have a lot on my plate already, with the arcade and here." It was true, because you happened to be Keith's cousin, you were the one he trusted most to overlook both places while he was absent, which honestly, was most days. But you didn't tell Steve that he was asking you to watch over the same boy who counted stars with you on an empty lot of the trailer park, the same boy who left a hole in your heart that was yet to be filled. It was all kinds of messy and all kinds of complicated and, of course, it was just your luck that your friends — and coworkers — were now also besties with him. But no one needed to know that, whatever it was that happened between you and Eddie, belongs in the past.

"I know, listen, I know. But Robin and I are gonna help however we can-"

"Why can't one of you do it, anyway?"

Steve huffed, placing one hand on his waist, "some bullshit about how our judgment won't be fair because we're friends, you know how Keith is with these things." He chewed on the side of his cheek for a second, weighing his words, "listen he- Eddie, he's been through a lot, and now that he finally managed to graduate he needs a stable job and… with his history, you can imagine how just about no one will hire."

The wound was still fresh in most of Hawkins, the murders, the false accusations that just about doomed the poor boy, plus the town was still rebuilding, still healing; Steve talks about it as if you didn't know, as if you hadn't seen and worried first hand about it. You don't let it show on your face how much his words freeze your insides.

"This fucking town," you grumbled.

Steve snorted, "tell me about it."

You nag on your bottom lip with your teeth, almost drawing blood. Your stomach is twisting and turning, you're in front of a crossroad and with no idea in which way to turn. But regardless of the road you take, you know it'll be a path you can't walk back from.

Somehow, you think, you've probably made your decision as soon as Steve first asked you. He's right, Eddie has already suffered way too much. You know he won't be happy to see you, let alone work with you, and you're not thrilled about it either. But you made a promise long ago that you intend on keeping.

"Alright, whatever, I'll do it." Damn you and your soft heart.

⋆*☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ

Read Part 2 here

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HELLOOOO!!! 🌘 ANON HERE >:333

I was meant to re-send my oneshot request a few days ago but I forgot...

Anyways!

Could I request some esmpS2!Jimmy x gn!reader angst to fluff :3

Like, Jimmy getting bullied by the other empires and the reader finds him in a secluded area sobbing so they comfort him as much as they can

Jimmy ends up sleeping on the reader's lap and it's just adorable :DD (maybe even add someone finding them and just taking a picture, the next day they show it to the reader and tease them about it)

I deeply apologize if this doesn't make any sense TT

Don't overwork yourself and don't forget to take care of yourself aswell! <3

-🌘 anon

The Ruler Of The Taiga

hello again moony! <3 (fun fact I was originally going to make the reader a tropical biome ruler if you would like to see something like that tell me!)

jimmy!E2 x Gn!Reader (Reader is a fox or wolf hybrid but could also read as a dear reader)

𝑬𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒔= 𝑺𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒔&𝑻𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒔🥮🍡🍯

The ruler of the taiga, a biome filled with beauty of all sorts, foxes prance around, sweet berries grow along the paths and enchant structures and statues litter the flora grounds. the sound of grainy foot steps march across the lands as you walk with peace, your delicate crown lays atop your hair and the wailing wind makes your cape fly behind you.

a basket rests in you hands and swings as you continue on your way, your biomes berries, fruits, vegetation, and herbs all pile in you basket as the sun starts to fall, as the sky darkens the temperature drops as if the ghosts have come out to play.

because of your empire being well known as the lands of the folk the air is always quiet, the ground you stand on and rule is known for its stories over thousand's of years this place has been known for its magical and haunting aura.

your ears perk up at the sound of the wolfs and coyotes that help you protect your empire howls, hearing the call of the sharp creatures you head back to elk village. paces quicken wanting to reach your home, all the views of the forest pass you as you scower but a flash of color makes you stop in your tracks.

on the soft plush soft fern filled ground the sheriff of the mesa lies, his hands run through his gold hair and his body is tensed. "Jimmy?" you speak up you voice quiet and soft but very welcoming, looking up jimmy sees you staring down at his stressed figure and looks away a little embarrassed putting his hands over his face.

It only takes a few swift moments and you are now sitting beside him you can already see that he is stressed, his posture is weak, his eyes are tired and his hairs is all ruffled. "hey, are you ok?" you voice is gentle making sure he feels at least a little more comfortable.

soon after you talk he dimly responds in a strained voice "I'm fine". its quite obvious he was ether yelling, crying or tired. his body slowly fades in and out of conciseness "I'm sorry for being here Y/n I just needed to get away from things for a bit" he continues speaking voice breaking every few words.

"Hey don't be sorry, I can tell your not fine so you wanna tell me what's wrong?" you hum.

"im just tired of everyone ..."

" i know how hard it can be to deal with everyone, and i know that you know that your alot more then what they say you are"

Your head lays on the dirt of the hill behind you two and you rest an arm over you friend, "its hard when everyone is on you tail but why let the jokes and remarks decide how you feel, am i right?"

"thank you" jimmy looks up again as you lay back in the grass, small berries and wormwood spread out across the glade and jimmy slowly lays back with you, soaking in your presents.

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a smaller male bard walks through the dim taiga in hopes to find you but instead he finds a new sight Infront of him, Oli usually comes by for the wonderful trades you present him but I guess today he's out of luck cause right in front of the jester like man, you and the sheriff himself lay sleeping in peace as the sunrises over the horizon.

Oli snaps a photo of the two of you and laughs quietly with a smirky face.

"photo for a trade" he whispers thinking of the deals he could make with this new found piece of blackmail, as the sun almost reaches above the trees Oli skips away giddily.

A/n I’m sorry this took so long I’ve been working and some stuff has been going on but enough with the exudes I hope to finish the reast of my requests<3

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