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gggukniverse · 1 month

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take me down slow | jjk

title: take me down slow

pairing: jeon jungkook x f!reader

genre: m, smut, established relationship au

summary: jungkook is back home from work and even if you've missed him a lot, you let him rest tonight. though, out of all night, you have a wet dream tonight. and even if jungkook is tired, he's happy to take care of you.

warnings: dom!jk sub!reader, needy reader and sleepy koo 🥹, a little bit of oral (m receiving), a little bit of fingering too, unprotected sex (pls be safe), degradation (jk calls reader a whore like one time), daddy kink, kink discovery, creampie, just basically some lazy sleepy sex... until it's not so lazy.

wordcount: 2.2k

note: HELLO !!! 🫡 this is just a little story i wrote a long time ago and since part 3 of basic needs is still a work in progress i wanted to give you something to read while you wait :) this one is not edited at all so don't expect the greatest thing. either way, i hope you enjoy it 🩷

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you open your eyes with a gasp and when you take in the dark room you realize it was just a dream. it felt too real. you can almost still feel jungkook”s hands all over your body, well, you kind of actually feel them now.

jungkook is fast asleep by your side, your legs tangled together while your arm is thrown over his middle and his is wrapped around your waist to keep you close to him even in his unconscious state.

he came home from work yesterday, it’s been almost four weeks since the last time you two were together but that’s what being an international star does to his schedule. he got home late in the afternoon and you only got to prepare dinner together and share a comfortable and much needed talk during dinner before he said he was so jet lagged and he needed to go to sleep. you needed him so bad but didn’t say a word, just went to bed with him and fell asleep together.

but out of all nights, you had to have a stupid wet dream tonight.

you’re actually sweating, your skin is hot and your underwear is starting to feel uncomfortable because you can feel it’s soaked. and jungkook is sleeping. he’s peacefully sleeping with his pouty mouth and furrowed eyebrows. you feel so bad but you need him even more, so you guess you can feel bad about it tomorrow morning.

you shift a little and get closer to his neck, giving his skin sweet little kisses as you slowly start to rut your hips against him to try and find any kind of friction on your crotch. like a bitch in heat, that’s what you feel like.

a groan escapes jungkook’s mouth at one specific suck to the side of his neck and his hand twitches where it’s placed on your waist.

“baby.” you whisper in his ear.

“yeah...” he only groans with that sleepy rasp to his voice you missed so much.

“i’m so horny.” you whine as you keep rutting against his hip.

that comment alone seems to wake jungkook up. he lifts his head a little to look down at you with what you suppose is an arched eyebrow, the little light in the room coming from the city lights through the window.

“baby.. .” he says and drops his head back on the pillow, closing his eyes again. he’s tired. you feel so bad.

“i’m sorry, i.. fuck..” you feel like crying but god, you’re so horny you don’t even think your brain is working anymore.

“it’s okay, baby.” jungkook mumbles and his hand that was on your waist goes down to squeeze one of your asscheeks out of nowhere, making you whimper on his neck.

“kook.. so horny..”

“mhm.. i know.” you swear if he keeps talking with that raspy voice you could come completely untouched.

“want you so bad.” your hand goes down to cup him over his sweatpants. he’s soft but you can definitely feel him twitching a little at the contact.

“make me hard, baby.” jungkook squeezes your asscheek again, making you moan.

“yes!” you quickly get up on your knees and throw the comforter away from his body, wasting no time in pushing his sweats down.

“good girl.” your boyfriend praises, his hand going to your hair when you bend over to blow air on his soft dick teasingly.

“missed you so much,” you take him into your hand and start giving his head little licks, feeling it slowly starting to harden on your hand. “missed your cock in my mouth.”

“missed your mouth too.” jungkook hums as he brushes your hair out of your face so he can see you.

“you’re so hot..” you whine when you feel him getting to full hardness just in a matter of seconds. you put it in your mouth, your lips wrapping around him and drowning in the groan that escapes jungkook’s mouth.

“that’s my girl.” the praise makes you so wet you could feel it running down your thighs if your underwear wasn’t soaking all of it.

you bob your head a few times to get him wet enough and pull away with a desperate moan, “kook, i need you.”

“i know, come here.” he pats his thighs. you work quickly, sitting down on his thighs and leaning down to catch his lips in a desperate kiss, trying not to grind against his cock.

“i love you.”

“i love you too baby,” jungkook chuckles fondly against your mouth. “c’mon, sit that pretty pussy on this cock, yeah?” he gives you one last kiss before putting his hands on your waist lifting the big shirt —his shirt— so he can take it off.

you’re only wearing your panties so as soon as the shirt hits the floor, jungkook groans at the sight even through te darkness in the room.

“pretty baby.” he praises, running his hands up and down your sides as you sit back on his thighs.

“i’m so wet.” you mutter, looking down at where you’re sitting in one of his thighs.

“yeah, can fucking feel it,” jungkook says. “would make you ride my thigh, but i want you on my cock,” he easily lifts you up by your hips and positions you on top of him. “take them off.”

you sit up for a second to take the ruined panties off and throw them away before sitting back down on top of him, your most sensitive part just above his cock.

“let me feel you,” jungkook brings one of his hands down and you choke on a moan when his fingers start running through your wet folds. “fuck yeah, that’s my whore, huh?”

“kook,” you whimper, grinding your hips against his hand. “fuck yes...” a little moan escapes through your lips when he slips two fingers inside.

“so little resistance, are you this needy for cock?” jungkook hums in question and you almost cry out as he slips another finger inside. you don’t tell him you’ve been using toys while he was away. either way, his fingers always feel better than any toy.

“yes, need your cock baby.”

“c’mon, sit on it.” he gives your pussy a wet slap that makes your thighs twitch for a second and then grabs the base of his cock to make it easier for you.

“okay.” you whisper and lower down, positioning on top of his cock and moaning absurdibly high when jungkook decides to drag the head of his cock through your folds.

“so wet.” he mumbles.

you think you might die if you don’t have him inside you now so you start to sink down on his cock slowly, both of you moaning in unison, until you’re sitting on top of him with his entire length inside.

“missed you so much.” you whine, feeling like you could cry.

“i missed you too baby,” he puts his hands on your hips. “so much.”

you stay there for a while, just feeling him inside as you bend down to kiss him again. he wraps his arms around you and kisses you back with so much passion you’re out of breath seconds later.

“pretty.” he looks up at you with that type of smile that makes your knees weak and you straighten up again, putting your hands on his chest for balance.

“you feel so good, kook.” you tell him because you need him to know.

“mh... yeah?” asshole.

“yes.” you moan and start grinding your hips for your pleasure, still not giving him what he wants.

“i can’t fucking see anything right now but i’m sure you’re creaming my cock so good, right?” the words make you clench around him with a whine and you hear him groan at the feeling. “so fucking tight.”

but you eventually sit up a little, letting him pull out until only his head is inside you and slowly sink down on him again. you do it slowly, still tired from how little you must’ve slept, but jungkook seems fine with it. little hums and groans escape his mouth sometimes but the time he lets out a high-pitched moan you clench so hard around him, making him moan again and grip on your hips for dear life.

“baby, god...” he breathes out. it’s clear he’s still sleepy, but it’s so fucking hot.

you lose yourself the moment his tip grazes against that spot, your hips grinding desperately for him to keep hitting it. but jungkook helps you by bending his legs a little, planting his feet on the mattress and starting to thrust up into you.

hard. you didn’t think he could be on his full potential when he’s as sleepy as he is now, but he proves you wrong fucking you so hard that you fall on top of him, your bare chest against his clothed one. yes, also the fact that he’s still half clothed and you’re completely naked makes you even wetter. but he’s slow, he gives your deep and hard thrusts but still doesn’t do it fast.

“oh my– fuck...” you breathe out against his neck, not being able to move anymore.

“feels good, baby?” he doesn’t stop fucking you, his hands also pulling your hips down to meet his thrusts so hard you know you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.

“yes daddy,” the word slips out of your mouth before you can even process it and you feel jungkook stopping completely. “fuck...” you whisper and hide your face on his neck in embarrassment. “i’m sorry, i don’t know why i said that.”

“daddy?” jungkook asks and you hate the way you don’t know what he’s thinking right now.

“i’m so sorry... fuck, that was so weird– i’m sorry baby.”

“no, let daddy hear you baby.” he suddenly starts thrusting up inside you and you let out a scream.

“kook! oh my god!” he’s fast now. fast and hard. your whole body is completely limp on top of his.

“that’s not my name, babe.”

oh fuck.

“d– daddy..” you stutter because you can’t even form words right now.

“there you go.” he chuckles and fuck, how can he chuckle while fucking you so hard, you can’t even form a single thought in your brain right now.

“fuck!” you whine when his tip keeps brushing against that sweet spot. “i’m so– i’m so close, daddy.”

“gonna cum?” he hums.

“yeah...” you cry out and the chuckle he lets out makes you clench incredibly hard around his cock.

“gonna cum on daddy’s cock?”

“fuck! yeah... yes, yes, please.” you mumble dumbly, feeling closer and closer everytime he speaks.

“please what?” jungkook hums as his hips keep that punishing pace that has you seeing stars.

“please let me cum,” you beg. “please daddy.”

“cum for me, baby.”

your orgasm washes over your whole body like a wave, leaving your legs shaking as you fall completely limp on top of his body while he keeps thrusting to cum just a few seconds after.

“fuck...” jungkook groans as he fills you up, the sensation making you squirm a little on top of him. “that’s my good girl.” he mumbles as he rubs your back up and down soothingly.

“i missed you.” you say and finally lift your head up to leave a little kiss on his lips.

“i missed you too baby,” you can see his smile even through the dark. “i’m gonna turn us around, okay?” he warns and you just nod, letting him hug your waist to flip you two around so that he’s the one on top.

“it’s gonna be messy.” you giggle as he positions himself on his knees to pull out.

“it’s okay, i’ll change the sheets now.” jungkook shrugs and starts to pull out, making you hiss a little in discomfort but sigh when you instantly feel his cum spilling out of you and straight onto the sheets.

you can’t help but giggle again when jungkook sits back and looks down, like he’s admiring the view.

“like what you see... daddy?” you tease as you slide your hand down your body until you get to your pussy and slip two fingers inside.

“you don’t know what you’re doing to me.” he rubs his hands up and down your thighs as he keeps his eyes down where you’re gathering some of his cum with your fingers. a low groan leaves his mouth when you bring your messy fingers to your mouth and suck on them, tasting him on them.

“missed your taste.”

“you better stop that shit before i get hard again,” he warns you and you break in laughter. “wanna have a quick shower?” he asks.

“yeah, i’m a little sweaty and i feel gross.” you nod as you sit up. he nods.

“mh, i’ll change the sheets while you shower, okay? i’ll join you in a minute.”

“okay.” you smile and lean closer to him to steal another sweet kiss before getting up from the bed and making your way to the bathroom, turning the lights on first.

“baby.”

you turn around at that and jungkook looks up and down your naked body before saying, “i really missed you.”

you smile. “i missed you too.”

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A/N: i hope you liked this story !!!!! please feel free to comment or send me an ask telling me what you thought of it, feedback helps a lot ! see you in the next one :) 🫂💐

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thefourthwifeoftengenuzui · 5 days

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some headcanons about dating timeskip!Kenma please!!

thank you Anon, I would absolutely love to share some stuff about this beautiful boy~ As always, feel free to send any other requests you got, I’ll be more than happy to share my thoughts~

status: unedited

word count: 1.4k (damn that’s the most I’ve written in a hot minute)

warnings: cursing, pure fluff, mentions of weed, crackfick a little suggestive? Idk man I’m sleepy

wrote this instead of studying for my physics final exam😋

🩵Aged Up Kenma Headcannons🩵~

Ok first off we gotta get the basic facts down. This boy may be sweet as sugar, but he’s also one lazy mother fucker. And For the most part, I’d say that he really doesn’t change much from when he was a kid. The most I can say about him, is he definitely is a lot more confident being in front of people, ( I mean that’s kinda his job now, but bear with me) and has become less awkward around people. Very different from when he first met Hinata, he can actually hold a good and relaxed conversation now. That’s not to say he isn’t introverted anymore, (he definitely still would rather be at home) but he is more confident in himself to be able to actually be able to engage with someone. Is he gonna go out of his way to talk to someone? Hell no, but he can at least handle being approached without overthinking and triggering his anxiety.

This definitely also translates to his relationship with you. You still will have be the one who makes the first move, or at least initiating conversations.

But one things for sure, once he likes you, he loves you. Like wanting to wife you up regardless of gender. And I feel like, (later on in the relationship ofc) if you ever had kids, he would be the best most present dad ever. Like he wouldn’t be a house husband, (his YouTube gig is completely paying for your mortgage) but because the majority of what he does has him, stream for like an hour, go on call for a few minutes, or just edit his videos for a bit, he would be able to make a lot of time for any and all children he has. But that’s way later on in the relationship.

Once he’s comfortable in the relationship with you, I can definitely see him involving you in his content. Not like a whole boyfriend and girlfriend couples channel, but like a once a year “reacting to fucked up shit with my girl” type beat.

And since we’re on the subject of content, <<<<<<<<

Like imagine having the most shitty day possible and you come home to your boyfriend streaming COD or some shit. You just face-plant into the bed next to him and he snaps his head towards you.

”shit baby you good?” he asks as he raises an eyebrow, looking at you concerned as you mumble angrily. He recognizes the nonverbal gestures and just pats his lap with a quick, “c’mere baby,” and hugs you, letting you muzzle your face into his neck away from the camera, and wrapping a fluffy blanket around you, before he kisses you head and say, “gimme ten more minutes to finish this and we’ll order some takeout k?”. He gives you the most sincere and adorable smile ever sending butterflies not only to you, but all his fans watching, as he smiles and goes back to playing like nothing happened, the chat going wilddddddd. (My gay ass heart go brrrrrr)

I know for a fact that somewhere out there in haikyuu internet, there is a corny ass edit of y’all doing that shit, trust. (I need to keep my slang outta here man 😭)

ok, getting off the sidetrack, kenma is still like rlly introverted. Like his ideal date is just sitting at home watching some cheesy studio ghibi movie (His favorite is the boy and the heron, fight me on that, it’s the hill I’m willing to die on.)

If not some cute Disney movie, I also feel like he’d be into like some mystery or like not quite horoscope stuff. Like I feel like he would really be into Wednesday. If he had to watch an actual horror movie, I feel like I’d be like some of the older ones like scream or Nightmare on elm street type shit.

Speaking of scream, I feel like at least once yall would have to do the ghostface couples costume thing. Like I feel like this would just suit him so well. Idk my brains just going feral on it right now. (This was supposed to have a link attached, but it kept fuckin up and I’m to lazy to deal with it so just look it up, the couples version, it’s hot af)

aside from the specific stuff that I know people hate reading, the next thing you gotta know about this version of kenma is he is a TEASE. Like not even like an NSFW type tease. Just like a “he’s an ass but I love him.” Like when he was younger I feel like he was too nervous and flustered to point that kinda stuff out. But now? Man is a menace and a half. The type of dude to be like, “I have no idea how your ass fits in those shorts. Oh no, you’re not taken them off now~” or like the most basic annoying shit like bro fuck off and let me cuddle you in peace without being annoying. Like, he’d be like, “ damn someone’s neady today~ you tryna fuck me in front of everyone?” Like bro stfu I’m just tryna cuddle. Either that or he’d call you clingy for returning the affection he initiated. Like bro, quit being a lil bitch and let me be happy you butt muffin.

Man is putting full pussy into annoying you. He’s the type of guy to call you the most vile, disgusting, cringe ass nicknames, specifically to piss you off. You need him to take out the trash? “Yes my Pookie Wookie McSmoo Moo bear~” *gags while writing this* You’re yelling at him for some stupid thing, “I sorry my sugar booger~.”

Yeah this part is real OOC, and I was gonna write more but I physically cannot bring myself to do it so anyway, his other 3 favorite things to annoy you by calling you is, Cutesie Poopsie, Shnookums, and side piece #2. (Bro I just gave myself the ick)

Beige flags aside, he does have some green ones . For example, he’s a fabulous listener. Like, you just wanna rant and yell about your day? C’mere babes, he already got fluffy blankets, stuffies, and fluffy socks at the ready. You just wanna cry in piece? Looks like his lap has a vacant spot, he can play games and scratch your head at the same time. #bbgtreatment (regardless of gender. If tumblr has taught me anything it’s that nobody is to thug to be bbg, can I get an amen?🙏 )

The more comfortable he is with you, the more he will make jokes, but in the most monotone voice ever. Like you could be ranting to your bestie on the phone like, “I forgot my umbrella at work… yeah I’m soaked,” and you just hear him from his corner calmly shouting “that’s what she said,” not even turning away from his game, as if it was natural to him. It’s always so easy to talk with him, unless it’s about his problems, but we ain’t gon talk about that rn, I’m feeling too fluffy.

There is one thing that I absolutely have to address for this man though. The average female height in my country is 5’4. And Kenma is only 5’6. Chances are, he’s not gonna be towering over you or nothing. Especially if you a tall specimen like me. (AFAB but gender is a construct yolo on those hoes). So chances are, this mf is for a fact, stealing your clothes. No article of clothing is safe. Hoodie? Sorry boo he got cold streaming. T-shirt? None of his were clean. Miniskirt? Onlyfans- He was pulling a Gojo sorry 😋

Tbh I don’t see him ever really having a wedding, or really ever getting married. Too much social interaction and attention on him. Gross. The most I can see him doing is, one night while y’all smoking pot or something, being like “yo wanna get married?” He wants to be with you forever without the government getting involved, but hey, times are tough, and marriage helps with tax returns. So y’all just kinda go to the courthouse, get it done, then fly off to some place to elope.

in all Kenma is just a great loyal guy, who is the biggest pain in your ass, but the biggest cutie patootie this side of the nuthouse.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ hope y’all enjoyed, this was so fun to write, if you liked this and want more content like this make sure to request and check out my other stuff. Love y’all bastards, Thots and Enby Hots🩵

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greenishghostey · 1 year

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The Gang's All Here

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Summary: Your friends had told you on several occasions that still having stuffed animals on your bed at twenty years old would be a boner killer for your boyfriend. Luckily, your boyfriend made up elves and orcs on the regular. Some stuffed animals weren't gonna scare him off so easily.

Word Count: 4,979 (2,200 of this is the smut, im sorry)

Warnings: 18+ content MDNI, graphic smut, p in v, protected sex, face sitting/riding, enthusiastic pussy eating, fluffy smut, sort of sub!Eddie, extensive dirty talk, this guy cannot shut up ever, established relationship, enthusiastic consent (everyone's having a grand ol' time), a lot of affection, the stuffed animals don't watch, I think that's all please let me know if I missed anything!

Author's Note: Hi everyone, I wrote fluffy filthy again! This came from me seeing one of those Eddie + text post pictures saying, "she let me hit because I was polite to her squishmallows". That is why this exists. Please enjoy because this was so much fun to write! Also, I know that this definitely isn't an original idea, I think I've read fics similar to this but can't think of the exact ones right now. But, I know they're out there. DO NOT REPOST OR EDIT MY WORK

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Being 20 years old and still living with your parents in the sleepy town of Hawkins wasn’t anything to sniff at. Some people have to work a little after high school before packing up and moving anywhere else. It also helped that you had a boyfriend who was on his third try at senior year. He was a pretty cool reason to stick around your dull hometown. Eddie made it all a bit more colourful.

You and Eddie had been dating for a few months. You had been friendly in high school, but then he started flirting with you when he came into the grocery store. Eddie was a smooth talker when he wanted to be, and it had worked on you. He had knocked over a candy bar rack at your register but also had cleaned it all up. The sweetheart that he was.

Your relationship was great. It was adorable. It was intimate. It was healthy. You guys were best friends and told each other every little thing, regardless of how insignificant it may seem. Eddie told you about his passion for writing and about his family. You told him about your future plans beyond Hawkins - him hopefully being included - and your past and present knitting projects. He wanted a burgundy hat and scarf set for his birthday. A bobble hat was preferred - he wasn’t sure if those were hard to make, so he wasn’t too picky.

However, there was one thing that you had kept from Eddie. You had worked pretty hard to hide away this tiny part of yourself whenever he came to your house. Shoving the incriminating objects into a box at the back of your closet, even though it pained you to do so.

It was embarrassing to be 20 years old and still have a beloved little group of stuffed animals perched on your bed. Well, that’s what your friends had told you anyway. No guy would want to fuck a girl while a fluffy lizard, Reggie, from the Indianapolis zoo, is staring at him.

In addition to little Reg, there were three others. Woolia, a fleecy sheep that you got on your third birthday. Jules, a light blue dolphin with big shiny eyes. Finally, there was Mimi, a fluffy white unicorn that had been with you since birth.

The soft animals had been with you through thick and thin for the majority of your life. First days of school, homework meltdowns, the day you figured out what boys were. All of the essential milestones had been witnessed by their little plastic eyes. They were as much your family as your parents were.

But you couldn’t bring yourself to let Eddie know about them in any capacity. Hiding them away was a tedious task. If Eddie said he would pick you up from work, you’d shove them in the box before you left for your shift. If Eddie stopped by, you’d tell him you had to tidy your room before he could come in. He always laughed and insisted that he would be fine if your room were like a bomb site. He was too modest for his own good, but he still wasn’t seeing your fluffy little secrets.

You had just dragged yourself home from a, quite frankly, hellish evening shift. Your shift was supposed to finish at 9, but your manager had bitched at you enough to make you stay for an extra hour. Fridays from 5-8 were discount hours and the time frame when everyone came to buy their weekend booze. Older people were horrendous when their favourite beer brand was out of stock - like you had personally gone to the trouble of buying every pallet of the dishwater piss just to be annoying.

There was some Chinese takeout in the microwave for you since your parents had headed off to their respective night shifts at the hospital. You balanced two boxes - sesame chicken and chow mein - with a can of Pepsi in your arms as you dashed up the stairs to your bedroom. Fresh pyjamas were waiting for you, Eddie had lent you his copy of Fellowship of The Ring, and you were so ready to turn your brain off and-

“Honey, you’re home!” The chipper voice almost made you drop everything. A chill ran down your spine, and, honestly, you felt like you were going to start eroding away into the atmosphere from humiliation. Eddie was lounging on your bed, his waves splayed over your pillows, and soft animals moved carefully to be at his sides - two on each side, making sure no one felt left out. “What you got in the boxes? And can we share?”

You stood at the foot of your bed, taking in the weirdly domestic image in front of you, “why are you here?” you asked, voice sounding distant.

Eddie’s brows furrowed, and he began to sit up, “Should’ve asked first, knew I should’ve. Sorry, just thought it would be all romantic and shit, ya know.” He mumbled. Eddie looked very dejected. Had he overstepped a boundary? Did you want your alone time? God, he could be so dumb sometimes when it came to you.

Shaking your head, you moved to put down the takeout boxes and your bag, “No, no. Don’t worry,” you smiled, patting his thigh as you passed him, “just wasn’t expecting to see you all comfortable and cosy there with - with all that.”

“I am pretty comfy. These lil guys kept me company until you got back.” Eddie beamed, practically melting into your sheets and gesturing to your stuffed animals. Did he like them? He didn’t think it was weird that you still had them. Your expression showed that your mind was running a mile a minute when you really should be starting to relax. He knew that evening shifts were the pits for you. “How come I’ve never met the gang before?”

“The gang?” You snorted, pulling off your sports jacket and throwing it on your clothes chair, “I just thought it was a little kiddy to still have stuffed animals on my bed. Was worried you’d - I dunno.”

“Worried I’d what? You know who you’re talking to?” Eddie raised his eyebrows, fixing you with a look that made you squirm, “some fluffy little secrets aren’t gonna scare me off, promise.”

“You sure you don’t think they’re weird?” Your voice wasn’t more than a mumble as you sat down beside him on the bed, “the girls said they’re kind of a boner killer.”

Eddie’s eyes widened, and he started to wriggle his way over to you to lay his head in your lap. When he was in this type of mood - a big softie mood - you had to wonder why you thought he’d care about some stuffed toys. Those thoughts didn’t soothe your anxiety entirely, though; you would need to hear the confirmation from him - potentially in writing, for your own sanity. His big, molasses eyes stared up at you with a determined look. God, he was going to monologue in a minute, and it was going to be correct, and you would feel all mushy.

“I want names, place of origin, and lore if you got any,” Eddie stated, counting on each of his fingers to really hammer in his point and make it clear that he was interested. It warmed your heart in a way you hadn’t felt since your first date with him. Of course, the guy warmed your very soul on a near-daily basis. But when he showed just how much he cared, it made the butterflies in your stomach go haywire. “We’re starting with the sheep. Obviously. Give me the deets.” He picked up Woolia and placed her on his chest, arranging her hooves properly.

You couldn’t fight back the grin that spread from ear to ear. Your fingers gently carded through Eddie’s hair as you introduced him to the ‘gang’ “This is Woolia.”

Eddie barked out a laugh at the name, not in malice but in a combination of pride and pleasant surprise, “I never knew you were so creative, babe.”

“Shut up. Do you want the full run down or not?” You teased, flickering his forehead lightly until he stopped laughing. “As I was saying, I’ve had Woolia since I was 3. My grandma got her for me when she went to Wyoming.”

“A Wyomingite? Christ, it’s a good thing she’s cute.” Eddie grimaced, moving the small sheep from his chest and putting her back in her original place. He was so careful with her - you usually squished her in your sleep and woke up with her under your tailbone. “Green gecko dude next.”

Reggie was whisked from his spot and placed onto Eddie’s chest, now the introduction stage for your stuffed animals. You had been so concerned about being embarrassed if Eddie ever caught wind of them. Yet here he was, demanding all information on each of them individually.

“This is Reggie, short for Reginald Von Scales II,” you were interrupted by yet another loud chuckle from Eddie. He was having the time of his life - he might have to start asking you to help with character names for this campaign. “Yeah, I’m hilarious, I know. Anyway, I got Reggie when I was eight and went to the big zoo in Indianapolis with my parents. All the stuffed animals in the gift shop were begging to be taken home. My dad said since I was good, I could get anyone I wanted. Reggie was hidden at the back of a shelf, and I knew I had to get him when I saw him.”

Talking about the origins of these soft creatures was nostalgic and brought a warmness to your body that was relaxing. So many great memories were linked to the toys, and now you’d have a new one with Eddie there.

“Hey, he’s kinda like me! You could’ve had your pick of guys around here, but you chose little ol’ me.” Eddie enthused. He blinked his eyelashes up at you and wiggled his eyebrows - screw Woolia; it was a good thing he was cute. “You got me from the very, very back of the man shelf. Like, you must have been digging for some weird shit to get - well, this.” He gestured to himself.

Your gaze softened. He wasn’t “weird shit”. He wasn’t just any guy. Sure, he was pushed to the back of the line when it came to discussing eligible bachelors around Hawkins, but he was all yours now. That’s all that mattered. “I’ve got specific, immaculate taste, and I’ll be damned if it wasn’t being met.” You stated matter of factly.

“Aw, you always know how to make a dude swoon.” Eddie sighed dreamily. Christ, he was a mushy idiot. If anyone saw him like this, his reputation would be in the toilet. “Reggie is the running for the favourite. Let’s see what blue boy here can bring to the table.” Eddie made the switch between Reggie and Jules, the extra soft dolphin.

“Jules is just… Jules. Got both boy and girl vibes, if I’m honest.” You explained, shrugging at Eddie, who nodded in understanding, “Got them in a thrift store with my mom when I was five, I think? Another case of a toy sitting on a shelf and me deciding to call forever dibs.”

A giddy smirk appeared on Eddie’s face, “you’ve got a thing for picking up strays, huh?” He was wiggling his eyebrows again, so you flicked his forehead again.

“Stop acting like you’re some flea-infested cat. I’ll get mad.” You huffed, trying your best to sound genuinely stern with him, but it definitely didn’t work. You ran your thumb across his knuckles as he started poking Jules’ squishy head.

Eddie took hold of your offered hand and kissed the back of it, “fine, I’ll quit bad-mouthing your man.”

“Thank you very much. Now, onto Mimi.”

“I did save the unicorn for last,” You knew that. If there was anything to do with the high fantasy genre, Eddie would be all over it. Even the pretty magic horses.

“She is the oldest of the bunch. Been perched by those pillows since before I can remember.” You informed, fixing a stray tuft of hair on her bright mane. “My mom has a ton of photos of me carrying her around everywhere.”

Eddie looked at the unicorn toy with a distinct fondness, a soft smile and an even softer gaze.

“What’s got you all smiley?”

“Nothin’, that’s just really sweet, is all. Mimi’s had your back forever.” You didn’t know if you wanted to kiss or smother him with a pillow. He was too fucking adorable when he was like this.

“I guess she has, yeah.” You breathed, running your fingers through Eddie’s hair again, “What do you think of the gang then?”

“Big, big fan. I think Reg is my favourite. He’s got that underdog vibe going on, which I respect.” Eddie leaned over and tried to give the gecko plush a fist bump with his finger.

You weren’t sure what came over you. A warmth had been stirring inside you since Eddie put his head on your lap and was polite to your stuffed animals. He listened closely and handled them like they were valuable to him too. The intimacy of this whole situation was not lost on you. If anything, you were far too aware of it. Eddie loved you and your quirks the same way you loved him and his.

You bit your bottom lip slightly and turned to glance down at the blissful man in your lap.

“C’mere a sec,” Eddie said, leaning up on his elbows. You knew what “c’mere” meant, so you let Eddie place one of his hands on the back of your head, bringing your lips together. The kiss was so sweet. The usual saccharine kisses that the town’s resident satan worshipper was a big fan of laying on you at any opportunity. Eddie’s lips were always soft as his kiss became firmer.

He pulled away by a hair to sit back against your pillows and guided you to straddle his thighs before diving back into your waiting, wanting mouth. You were hungrier for him now. The warmth in your stomach was being fueled as Eddie ran his hands up your thighs to rest of your ass. Feeling the fat and groaning when you shifted your hips - your ass and thighs drove the poor guy mad, and you loved it.

Your eyes opened slightly to make sure you closed your bedroom door but made contact with Mimi's big, black plastic eyes. Quickly, you pulled away from Eddie with heaving pants. It felt like torture to let him go at that moment. The stiff bulge of his cock pressing into your clothed cunt. Yeah, the gang was going to have to move - and move quickly.

“Wait, wait, Eddie,” You panted, clambering off his lap.

“What? You good? Did I get the wrong hole?” Eddie rambled, sitting up abruptly and looking more than a little frazzled. He was all rosy cheeks and glossy eyes, and he had to ruin it by thinking it’d simulated anal. So charming.

“No, you’d know if you’d done that, trust me,” You said as you gently placed your plush friends on the carpet, far away from your bed and facing the wall. It wasn’t a comfortable position, but they would have to deal with it while you rode your boyfriend until he screamed.

“Ah. You don’t want an audience, I gotcha,” Eddie nodded, winking at you from his spot on your bed. Satisfied with the gang’s relocation, you turned back to Eddie, pulling off your work shirt and getting to work on your jeans.

Eddie quickly got the hint and nearly ripped his baseball tee while trying to get it over his head fast enough. His belt was launched somewhere in your room as he opened his arms to welcome you back onto his lap. Your hungry mouth again devoured his in a wet kiss, full of groans and rapid breaths. Eddie made quick work on your bra, having become intimately acquainted with this particular nude one. It was an old faithful that you didn’t want him to see as much as he did, but that’s just how getting naked seemed to go for you both.

You threw yourself onto the mattress beside Eddie and started to claw at your jeans to get them off. Eddie followed suit as you were both in a tangle of legs and denim, fidgeting desperately to get that glorious skin-to-skin contact.

Once down to your underwear, you grabbed Eddie’s head and pulled him in so you could lick, kiss and nibble at his pulse point. He really loved it when you got grabby and roughed him up a little. The lack of control over your own strength had his cock twitching in his boxers.

“Can we do that thing, please?” You sighed, running your fingers up and down Eddie’s chest. Fuck, you were sweating and close to humping your cunt into Eddie’s erection - chasing friction that only he could give you.

Eddie moaned when your fingertips grazed his nipples, his darkened eyes struggling to say open, “Which one? There’s a couple. We can do anything you want, babe.” You could punch him, kick him or rip his hair out right now and he’d be so cool with it.

Eddie was finally getting to experience heaven. The god squad of Hawkins would be so jealous of him. You wrapped your legs around his waist and rolled him onto his back with a bounce, pinning him and shooting him a toothy grin.

“Me riding you. Everywhere. Face, cock. Sound like a plan?” You chirped, wiggling your hips how he liked it. Faking some innocence in the moment was too fun to pass up. Plus, riling Eddie up was a surefire way to make him lose his mind in the best ways.

Eddie nodded so fast he almost gave himself whiplash, “Amazing idea. God, my lady’s so smart.” He grabbed the backs of your thighs and pulled you towards his head while he shifted his body down the bed. Eating your cunt was one of Eddie’s favourite pastimes, but it was so much better when you rode his face and used him to get yourself off.

You had forgotten to pull your panties off before straddling your boyfriend’s head. Usually, this would have led to you fiddling and contorting yourself to get them off.

Not today, though. Eddie just grabbed the lace trim, yanked them to the side, so they bit into your ass cheek and shoved his face into your dripping cunt.

“Fuck yes, thank you,” Eddie groaned before licking and sucking your clit. He was like a man starved as he groped and massaged your ass, making sure you wouldn’t hold back on him.

You let your head lull back as your mouth opened in a silent moan, your hips beginning to grind and ride his full lips and hot tongue. The wet, sloppy sounds of Eddie, essentially making out with your hole and clit brought a feral smile to your face. God, he always made you smile so big that your face hurt in the best way.

Eddie started shaking his head between your legs, his tongue circling your hole before returning to flicking your puffy, needy clit.

“Still can’t believe you let me do this,” Eddie sighed, saliva and your wet covering his flushed lips, “‘m I making you feel good, sweetheart?”

Your moans were getting louder and more hoarse as Eddie started to move your hips himself, urging you to use him. You loved when he talked like that - his tongue, his lips, his voice. His mouth was everything.

“Y-Yes, yes. You really want me to drench your pretty face, huh?” You giggled, sweet sighs of ecstasy huffing from your throat. Eddie whined while his tongue fucked you. “Pretty, pretty boy - fuck, please.”

“Shit - yeah, you taste fucking incredible. Gimme it all, babe, ah fuck.”

Eddie doubled down his efforts. Straining his neck a little to fuck up into you with more force and precision. You were leaking down his chin and making yourself all sticky. A blissful state, full of love and affection. Eddie huffed a laugh on your cunt as he saw the dreamy smirk on your lips.

Groaning, whining, cursing. You two must have sounded like animals in heat as the springs in your mattress started to bounce and squeak. The room was that familiar warm - cosy, somewhat comfortable sweat and the smell of sex.

Eddie forced your cunt down more onto his face. He would gladly suffocate right then and there. He needed your cum before you rode him because he knew he wouldn’t last long. Eddie liked the mess; it was filthy and made him feel so alive. But the lady has to finish first, and then you keep going until she nearly rips your damn head off. Eddie got that tip from a magazine one time.

“Christ, you’re so so good - fuck, Eddie, your mouth!” You growled. You tended to make much deeper sounds when you were close. Eddie felt like he was going to blow his load in his boxers. “Just a little m-more.”

“Uh huh, uh huh,” Eddie chanted wetly, “Please - soak my pretty face.”

That did it.

Your hands knotted further into Eddie’s sweaty hair and gripped it like a lifeline as you wailed your release. He always liked when you pulled his hair. It made his eyes roll back in such a beautiful way. That was no different now. Big brown eyes were glazed over as they rolled into Eddie’s skull; you could feel a smug smile on his face. You gave him all of you, just like he wanted. You were the fucking best.

You moved down Eddie’s torso in panting silence to straddle him again. You couldn’t wait for him to get his boxers off entirely, so you pulled them down enough for his swollen cock to slap against his stomach. It had become a talent of yours to make quick yet effective work of getting a condom on. Eddie fucking you raw was going to be on the table at some point, just not tonight. Too risky.

Fuck, he felt like he was going to scream or melt or just-

There was a distinct, sloppy slap. Followed by two even louder cries of pleasure. You knew that Eddie would slip inside you without any resistance. You needed him too much.

“Oh, sweetheart, you’re spoiling me today.” Eddie giggled, staring up at you through heavy lids. “Do I get all this because I was friendly with the gang?” He settled back into your pillows and basked in the warm embrace of your cunt.

You mewled at the feeling of being so full - it may have sounded shallow, but you loved his cock so goddamn much. “You were just so damn polite to ‘em. It’s hot seeing you be all sweet and caring.”

“They’re important to you, ‘course I’m gonna be polite.” Eddie laughed. “They’ve taken care of you for ages, and now it’s my job to help out, right?” He smoothed his thumbs across your hips.

“Eddie…” you sighed, caressing his face. His dreamy, beautiful, smug face. He was just so good to you and to the world. It always hurt that you were one of the few who truly understood that he had a heart of gold, in addition to being a weirdo. But he was your weirdo. “Love ya, Munson.”

After your tooth-rotting words reached his ears, you started to grind down onto his stiff length. Eddie couldn’t do much, but he groaned in agreement with you. He never knew how good being ridden could feel without any bouncing. Sure, he adored when you bounced on his cock, chasing your high and fueling his, but there was a sensuality to the circle of your hips. The sight of you making his cock massage your g-spot was one he wanted to be tattooed behind his eyelids.

“How you doing down there, sweetheart?” You smiled, alternating between bouncing and swivelling. He had to give him some form of reward, “please soak my face,” that was such a good line. Damn, he was good.

Eddie let out a shaky groan and stared at where his cock disappeared into your cunt. When you called him sweetheart, he didn’t know what to do with himself. The flush that covered his upper body was rosy and fiery. “Fabulous as always.” He chuckled and shot you a bright grin. “I really don’t tell you enough how much I love your pussy. And she loves me.”

“You’re so weird,” You snorted, running your hands through the sparse hair on his chest. “She’s gonna care really good care you.”

Eddie started to wonder if god finally decided to smile down on him as you started to ride him properly. The wet squelch of fucking filled his ears alongside your beautiful laughs and moans. He could see the slick from your cunt on his throbbing cock as you moved. Watching you in your element, so happy, on top of him, was hypnotic. Eddie would never cease to be mesmerised by you and your body. He began to thrust his hips up to meet your carefully curated rhythm.

Your head fell back, and your jaw swung open when you met at the perfect angle, at the perfect time. “Oh. My god - yeah, yes, Ed-” you called out. You were so happy that both of your parents had taken night shifts.

Eddie’s thrust began more forceful, faster, as he moved to push his feet into your mattress for leverage. He was a sweaty, whining mess under you, but he was still going to try and do a little bit of the work. “Uh huh, use me. Fuck, fucking shit - cum on me again.” He was rambling like a horny maniac, smiling like one too. He was having the time of his life. A pretty lady who loved him and had cute stuffed animals was riding him until he wanted to scream. What more could a dude ask for?

“Don’t stop - don’t stop talking. Fuck.” Yeah, you were losing your mind. Sex with Eddie always came with a satisfaction guarantee, but it was his dirty mouth that sealed the deal for you most of the time. “Does my pussy feel good?”

The harsh slapping of his balls hitting your ass richoted off the walls. Eddie wasn’t going to be lasting much longer by any means. “So - so good. She’s leaking all over me, such a good girl.”

Now he was just trying to be annoying. It was working very well.

“Am I a good girl too?” You groaned, lightly gripping Eddie’s jaw so he could look you in the eye. The pace of your fucking had reached its peak. How you were still speaking in sentences was a mystery. Eddie was hitting your g-spot at the best angle and slipping deeper inside you every time you slammed your hips down.

“Yeah, f-fuck. But, you’re a woman too.” Eddie slurred, loving the feeling of you keeping his eyes fixed on you. His left hand moved between you to rub your swollen clit in fast circles. Again, sensuality is what really did it for him. He would call you a good girl until he was blue in the face. But it was the fact that you were a full woman that warmed his blood - and his heart. All soft body, whispy hair everywhere, and markings on your skin showing how you’d grown into the person he got to love. “Mine,” he whined the word like prayer.

“‘M your woman, huh?” This was going to be over soon, but you needed a few more words out of him. “Then you’re my man, all mine.” You leaned down to whisper straight into his ear, followed by a long lick up the column of his throat - tasting the salty sweat dripping off of him.

“Oh, oh god - yeah, ‘m yours, baby.” Eddie grabbed the back of your head and pulled you into a scolding kiss. All tongue and saliva, but neither of you cared. This is always how it went. Right when you were both on the precipice of orgasm, start making out furiously. His cock was pounding into you, trying to mould your puffy walls to the shape of him. Eddie could feel his heart hammering and his eyes rolling back - he was almost there and so were you.

“All. Yours.” Eddie punctuated each word with a hard, impossibly deep thrust. Then he was a goner. Shooting ropes of cum into the condom and moaned like a girl in the porn he watched sometimes.

You could feel the pulsing heat of him in your stomach. His nimble fingers were still focused on your clit. He always knew how to make you melt. So, melt you did. The world exploded into white, and you screamed into Eddie’s neck as your orgasm shook your body.

The aftershocks of bliss left you both shaky and panting like you had run a marathon. You had already collapsed on Eddie’s chest as he started rubbing your scalp with his calloused fingers - the added roughness provided a good scratch. Your heart was hammering like his, each keeping pace with the other in the afterglow of that near-religious experience. You snuggled into his touch and trailed your fingers down the bridge of his nose, feeling his beauty and memorising the dips and peaks of his face - for what may have been the hundredth time.

Eddie shifted to catch your wandering hand and covered it in small pecks up to your wrist. “So, you got any more members of the gang to introduce? I’d love an audience with a penguin if I’m being honest.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x fem!reader smut #fic #smut #fluff #my writing #yeah this is actual filthy #or at least the best im capable of at the moment #enjoy!!!

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its-mysleepover · 9 months

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Soobin Car Smut Drabble

idol! Soobin x AFAB! reader

Word count: I couldn’t tell you

Summary: Soobin fucks and briefly fingers you in the car passenger seat after you pick him up from dance rehearsal

Author’s note: I woke up in the middle of the night in a mood. Wrote this in my Notes app. Did not edit or read through. Decided to post. Bon appetit.

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“….and I had to spend part of the break practicing with Yeonjun because the choreography was so difficult….” Soobin sat in the passenger seat, rattling on about the long day he’d had that you were now picking him up from. It was late at night, the streets leading to your shared apartment emptier than they’d usually been. There was a slight drizzle, creating almost a kaleidoscope of fluorescent yellow lights on your windshield and the dark leather of your car seats. The evening felt comforting.

You only half-paid attention to what Soobin was saying. The road was wet, you were holding Soobin’s hand over the center console, and you were so tired that you just wanted to make sure the two of you made it home in one piece.

Soobin was still speaking in a soft tone when you turned a corner to the street leading to your building, the road now barren for at least two blocks. You let out a soft sigh. Soon you would be home, wrapped up in silky soft bedsheets and his warm arms.

At a red light, you felt a thumb circle the back of your hand, and you realized that Soobin had stopped talking. You snuck a glance at him, and felt a warmth spread across your spine at the sight of the heated look he gave you.

“Love, everything okay?” You questioned, trying to conceal the bit of excitement in your voice. The warmth at your spine went straight to your core, but dear god you’d be embarrassed if it was just your sleepy, slightly horny brain misinterpreting things.

The light turned green.

“Everything’s fine,” he chuckled, “Pull over.”

“What?” A blush spread across your cheeks.

You could hear the smile in Soobin’s voice as he leaned over the console, pressed his lips to your ear and spoke softly, but firmly, “Pull.over.”

The car hobbled over a speed bump. “Why?” You refused to meet his eyes. It was like a game between you two sometimes, to see how fast one could get the other to crack. You were determined to not give in so easily-

“I’m not waiting until we’re home to fuck you. So, pull over.”

You were giving in.

Immediately, you turned and parked the car a block away from your apartment building. Soobin giggled and finally, you turned to look at him.

A smile graced his gentle features, seemingly so innocent but the glint in his eyes was teasing. Hungry, almost. You squirmed in your seat. Soobin’s thumb caressed the back of your hand again, before letting go and settling on your knee. You kept his gaze to try and assert some shred of dominance. Then his hand moved, ever so slowly, up and up, to your hot and soaked center. You hadn’t planned on leaving your car, besides walking to and from your apartment to the garage, so all you had on was an old college sweatshirt and pajama shorts. Soobin’s fingers were cold against your warm skin, and it felt so good.

Then he stopped. Your eyebrows creased in question. The smirk was gone. The neediness on his face was replaced with concern.

“Do you want to do this?”

“Yes,” you answered, with no hesitation.

“Wait, are you sure?” He leaned forward a bit in shock, almost as if he couldn’t believe you were going along with this.

“Fuck yes!” You gasped out. You couldn’t take it anymore, you needed him now.

Both of you unbuckled your seatbelts at the same time, and he slid one hand against your back to steady you as you practically jumped over the console to Soobin’s awaiting lap in the passenger seat.

It was incredible how quickly he could get you from 0 to 100 in a matter of minutes, how quickly he could have you keening.

Before you realized it, he’d already moved the seat as far back as it could go so that you two would have more space. Your hands wrapped around his broad shoulders, and you instantly straddled him, sitting down on his clothed dick. Soobin unconsciously thrusted upward and you moaned at the feeling of his clothed cock pressing against you. His hands slid around your waist, gripping them tightly. He looked down at where you two met, before glancing back up at you, tightening his grip and grinding you down on him again. His head dropped to the crook your neck and you sighed at the feeling of his hot breath against your skin.

“Baby” you whined. Your shorts were made of such cheap and thin fabric that you could feel Soobin pressing up against you so well.

As he peppered wet kisses against your neck, you tried to speak but it came out in a weak gasp. “Wait we- ugh,” he started suckling at your sweet spot just below your ear, “we don’t have condoms.”

He stopped, his fingers loosening their grip. He moved his head back, searching you with a serious gaze. “If you don’t want to do it without one, we won’t, baby.”

You cupped his face in both hands, squishing his cheeks. “Are you okay with doing this?” He nodded. “Yeah, but are you?” As a response, you leaned in and whispered “yes” against his plump lips before pressing a kiss to them.

Soobin instantly slipped his tongue between your lips and into your mouth, one hand going down your shorts to feel your skin and the other unbuttoning them. You shivered at his cold hands on your thighs, but then he bucked his hips into yours and it felt so good and you moaned. He was so hard and the reminder of the fact made you want him even more. You needed him inside you. You slid your hands from his cheeks, feeling his neck and collarbone and chest through his shirt before settling at the hem of his sweatpants.

He briefly separated his lips from yours to lean his forehead against yours and look down at your hands pulling his sweatpants and boxers down just enough so that you could wrap your hands around his dick. As soon as you did, Soobin hissed and his grip tightened. You pulled his cock out from the soft fabric and sighed at the precum already wetting your hands.

“You’re so hard for me Binnie,” you whispered teasingly, nuzzling your forehead against his before kissing him again. Soobin groaned. Just when you were about to start jerking him off, he slid your shorts down completely - you instinctually lifting up a bit to help him - and his long fingers deftly slid from your hips to cup your mound.

“You’re one to talk,” he giggled, a stark contrast to the mood. Gently, he slid his long middle finger in, both of you groaning.

“So wet…” he breathed, curling his finger inside and making you whimper. He flicked his eyes up to meet yours, in a loving yet wanting gaze. You felt his thumb inch towards your clit while his finger curled in and out.

“Don’t tease,” you warned, but there was barely any bite to it as he slowly circled your clit.

Soobin raised his eyebrows, his lips curling up ever so slightly. “Oh?”

“Yes, oh-“ you barely finished the sound before he removed his finger, gripped your ass and thrusted his thick cock inside.

“Fuck, Soobin,” you moaned right as he hissed into your shoulder. You felt him smile against your bare skin. “You said don’t tease,” he whispered in a shaky breath next to your ear.

Soobin kept his hands firmly on your ass, his arms flexing as he kept a tight grip on you while pumping into you. Your hands held onto his broad shoulders, nails marking crescents into his skin. Soobin threw his head back, groaning out.

“Y/N…Y/N…you feel so good around me, oh my God,” he babbled breathlessly. You were so overtaken with pleasure that you couldn’t find the words to respond. You started meeting each of Soobin’s thrusts, making him hit deeper inside you and brushing that sweet spongy spot.

Soobin let out another high pitched moan, and you felt your pussy tighten around him more at the sound. You drew your hands around him closer and leaned forward, your breasts pressing against his chest, your lips against his ear.

“Binnie,” you sighed, “I’m so close please.”

Soobin groaned and the sound rang deeply next to you. “Anything for you, love”

One hand let go of your hip, and suddenly he had two fingers rubbing circles against your clit. Soon after, you were moaning Soobin’s name in such desperation, and you were pushed over the edge.

Soobin gritted his teeth and kept thrusting, so so close. You lifted your head from his shoulder again to trail wet kisses up his neck and whispered, “Soobin, come for me.”

He groaned your name and you felt his warmth fill you. You kept moving your hips against him to ride out both your orgasms.

“I love you, I love you,” he panted as he came down from his high.

You kissed his cheek. “I love you too Bin.”

Once the two of you had calmed down, you kissed his shoulder and looked up at him just as he looked down at you, a huge grin on his face.

“This was fun,” he muttered, rubbing a hand against your back.

“And sticky,” you replied, glancing down at where you two were still connected. When you looked back up, your gaze immediately went to the window on Soobin’s right. You gasped.

“We fogged the windows up!”

Soobin looked at the window next to him and giggled.

“We need to clean up and go inside Binnie,” you pushed, with the little energy you had.

He looked back at you with a loving, playful gaze. “I know,” he said before turning back to the window. Knowing you were watching him, he lifted up a (clean) finger and drew a smiley face on the glass. Then turned back to you with a satisfied expressed.

Soobin leaned down to kiss the top of your head. You wanted to melt against him. “Let’s just sit here for a bit longer,” he whispered to you.

#Choi soobin x reader #Soobin x reader #Choi Soobin smut #Soobin smut #txt smut #writing smut in the middle of the night was a choice and it was one I made #txt Drabble #Soobin Drabble

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kybercvnt · 6 months

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Alternative Payment

Summary – After coming home from his shift, Mike can’t pay you, but he puts an end to the sexual tension between you.

Pairing – Mike Schmidt x Reader

Warnings – Smut, no rigorous editing cuz I just wrote this on my phone in a spur of the moment fic

The front door clicked closed as Mike entered his home after coming home from his night shift.

After not hearing from Max for a while, he decided to call you again now that he worked night shifts. Abby was more than happy to have you back as her babysitter, Mike found that she was more energetic than when Mike had employed Max.

He closed the door quietly, noticing your body slumped on the couch. He gently dumped his stuff on the dining room table and slipped off his shoes before padding over to see your sleepy state.

Lying on your stomach with your arm slung off the couch and a blanket draped around your lower half, with empty microwave popcorn wrappers and soda cans on the floor, Mike knew you had been up late movie-watching.

He was so conflicted about his next move. He needed to wake you so he could let you go home but he didn’t want to disrupt your sleep.

Mike’s least favourite part about rehiring you wasn’t the fact that you charged him less, or that you made Abby’s life brighter, but that he hated how his old feelings for you had reawakened.

Mike had a crush on you, and still did, and maybe the way your vulnerability is displayed while softly snoring on his couch was was part of the goofiness he found so endearing about you.

He knelt down and brushed some of the fallen hair over your face out of the way and over your ear, softly dragging his hand down to your shoulder where he gently began to shake you.

When you started to stir he wanted to punch himself. He didn’t want to be mean and wake you up, and he would’ve really enjoyed watching you sleep for a bit longer, but he knew he can’t afford to have you any longer than he has to.

“Mngh… Mike… Welcome home,” you groggily greeted him, rubbing your eyes and sitting yourself up.

“Sorry, I hope I didn’t disturb you,” he said, taking a place beside you on the couch after you swung your legs off and back onto the floor.

“No, no,” you yawned, “not at all.” You started to grab your rubbish and get up to put it away, while Mike just awkwardly stayed sat on the couch.

“So, what did you watch?” He asked.

“Hm? Oh the movie. I watched Blade, was really feeling like vampires,” you responded, returning to your spot on the couch.

Mike was pretty cute too you had to admit. He was short, and all those oversized sweaters and jackets didn’t help, but that’s what made him very cute.

The awkward silence of the two of you sitting in silence in the dark together was getting stronger. You saw him look at you out of the corner of your eye and so you turned your head, and that’s when you felt something bubble and boil down below, a shiver of heat moving south.

He held his gaze longer than a normal person would, a gaze long enough to admire how you looked. Then finally, he looked away.

“Y/N, I’m sorry, but I need a few more days before I can pay you while my pay check comes I—“ he explained.

“Mike, I totally get it,” you cut him off, “don’t stress about it now. Abby makes it worth more.”

“Thank you, you know it really means a lot to me, and especially Abby,” Mike said, looking back at you again with deep sincerity in his eyes, “She really likes you, I don’t know how you do it but I haven’t seen her this happy since—“ he stopped.

“It’s okay, Mike. Abby is a joy to be around, and I’m more than happy to help.”

That look he gave you, full of so much gratitude it was seeping from his eyes, he felt as though he could practically jump on you.

His eyes continued to linger, and you had also not turned away. It was like a subconscious rebounding—since the other person didn’t look away, neither did you. The longer it went, the more delusional questions bounced around your head, “is he staring because he likes me?”, “is he going to kiss me?”, “should I make the first move?”, “what if I’m reading into it too much?” All these questions were finally answered when he slowly started to inch his face towards you.

He did it in small increments to make sure that you were getting the message, and that he could pull back at the first signs of disinterest. As soon as you were confident about what his actions were, you also closed in on the gap and the your lips met his, in a very delicate series of kisses and pecks.

Mike was an incredibly gentle man, especially when he rested a hand behind your head and the other on your lap. Mike only wanted to get closer to you, you hold you, to make you his.

Those delicate kisses deepened after each one, and soon the two of you were passionately making out on his couch, his hands caressing you and and gripping your body. It had been so long since he wanted to do this to you.

He peeled the blanket off your body, and tugging at the hems of your clothing to usher you to take them off. There was an unfair balance between you both and how many articles of clothing you were wearing, but Mike was so needy—he had been wanting this for much longer and he couldn’t wait to get down to business.

You couldn’t protest his outfit while lewd sounds were spewing from your mouth. Soft pants and quiet moans of encouragement was all you mustered, remembering to be quiet enough to not disturb the little girl down the hall.

His tongue danced on you and in you, his breath hot and his mouth wet. He licked and sucked, and poked and prodded at your pussy, eating you out like it was his breakfast.

Finally you could reach down and yank on his clothing at the shoulders and he got the message. He reluctantly removed himself from your cunt, a string of saliva connecting the two of you when he sat up, being broken when he pulled his sweaters and shirt over his head.

He stood up and continued to undress himself, unbuckling his pants so he could step out of it. He pulled down his briefs to reveal his thing, standing tall and proud because of you (although he won’t admit it’s been like this since he first walked in and saw you).

You sat up and grabbed it, pumping it to take in its impressive length and girth. He softly groaned when he felt the head of his cock slip between your lips and over your tongue.

Your salivation lubed him up while you sucked, and as good as it felt for Mike, he really just wanted to feel inside you.

Gesturing you to stop, you did, and with one knee positioned on the couch, he started to navigate his dick to your core.

You leaned back, anticipating the feeling. You felt his head at your entrance, and when you felt his body heat was emanating more and more, that’s when you felt it slip inside of you, your walls moulding itself around his cock, stretching your muscles around the foreign object.

Mike was gentle, always was. His first few thrusts were slow while your body got used to the feeling, but then he couldn’t hold on, the animal inside of him needed to be released and he started pounding into you, holding you like you were going to fly away from him.

He was more than ecstatic to finally be in this position, he yearned this closeness with you for so long it was eating himself inside out. A spontaneous moment of courage led to this and he was so thankful. Thankful of this, thankful of you, so many positive emotions he was close to reaching his peak just from being so overwhelmingly happy.

Then there was creaking. Between you and Mike’s soft yet heavy panting, the creaking of the floorboards was loud. He stopped abruptly, and the two of you whipped your head around to the doorway, but nothing was there. It was just the house settling in the early morning hours, but this reminded the both of you to not get so carried away with your noises.

Mike turned back to you, and since he was doing all the work, you were just waiting for him to make the decision to stop or keep going, but Mike was so close to finishing, and he didn’t want his first time with you to be ruined by paranoia. He needed to keep feeling you.

Mike watching you underneath him, lying back on his couch again, legs splayed wide open, while his hips jolt furiously into yours, you were so hot like this.

That feeling came back fast to Mike, and his legs began to quiver as he closed his eyes and opened his mouth while his orgasm rippled through him and into you.

After he pulled out and gave you his shirt to wear while he cleaned up a bit, he joined you back on the couch, sitting under the blanket.

“Thank you,” Mike sighed, “I hope this is enough to sustain you until I can pay you back.”

“Yeah, this’ll do for now,” and you kissed him on the cheek as your thank you back.

#mike schmidt x reader #fnaf x reader #fnaf movie #fnaf movie x reader #mike schmidt x you #mike schmidt #mike schmidt x y/n #mike schmidt x fem!reader smut #mike schmidt smut #my fics #josh hutcherson x reader

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judysxnd · 1 year

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Pictures you take of Pedro : random activities edition

I re wrote this one because something wasn’t showing, I mean at least for me, so just to make sure I published it again. Hope this time it’s okay.

Spring. Sunny day. Average temperature. Day off. You got it. You and Pedro hate doing nothing, even if you’re too tired to actually move. One random day off and you could find yourselves going anywhere and doing anything. This time, you decided to bike in town, going near the beach, the mountains, you could go everywhere and you did. You took this picture when Pedro was ahead of you (for a short period of time). A picture equals a memory. And you were planning on making a lot. Right after you put all your strength to pass him, which started a race that kept going for the rest of the day.

I told you, one day off and you could go anywhere and do anything. So just imagine what you could do with 3 days off? That’s right. You left. Not far away, but you went to the nearest mountains you could find. And you went hiking. It was very exhausting, it was a little bit cold too, but it was worth it. The view, oh man, beautiful. You prepared sandwiches, took some potatoes chips, so you decided to have lunch there. You took this picture right before eating.

You don’t even remember of you got back home, your feet were killing you and sleepiness got the best of you in the car. But as always, it was all worth it.

Pedro loves challenging himself, trying new things. One time he tried biking and despite falling a few times, he really enjoyed it. Since then, he never stopped trying to convince you to try with him. Your curiosity got the best of you, and Pedro could be very convincing. So, one Saturday morning you found yourself on a bike, next to Pedro.

You were very much scared, but managed to go passed it, and you were glad, because it was amazing. You got scared a few times, not going to lie, but the excitement got the best of you. It was one of the best experience you ever had. You were so thankful to have Pedro in your life, he made you feel on top of the world, and he made you try so many things.

After this exhausting day, you got home. After a very deserved shower, you laid on the couch, scrolling through your phone. At some point you went to your gallery, and saw a few pictures. But you didn’t remember taking them. It was after you saw this picture that you realized that Pedro took them.

You’re not an extrovert person, not even sociable. But when you started dating Pedro, you knew you had to say goodbye to that, at least a little. It was tough at the beginning, but Pedro never left your side, and you noticed that it was the only thing that mattered. If he was there with you, you were fine. And you were glad you were, because you went out a lot. Parties, festivals, concerts, the list was long.

This time, you were in a small town, and there was this pub that had a beer contest, and Pedro thought it would be fun to go there, just “to taste the beer” as he said. There were lots of people, lots of drunk people. You weren’t totally comfortable, but after two beers, you were feeling better, which surprised you, but didn’t mind. You took a video of the place, ending on you and then on Pedro (gif). And indeed it was really fun.

#pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #imagine #i love him #cute #gif #fanfic #oneshot #pedro pascal imagine

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awoogayanderes · 2 years

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IS THAT WHAT YOU THOUGHT OF ME…

pairing : pm! osamu dazai x reader

other notes : angstttttt >:) part two maybe? i wrote this at 3 am and i’m so sleepy so it’s non edited once again sorryyy

you sighed as you saw akutagawa limping out of a room, dazai following behind him. you knew the young boy got another “lesson” as dazai liked to call it and you couldn’t help but feel bad for him. you hadn’t been put through this torture when you joined the mafia, and even when you were reprimanded, no one punched you for it. “my dear,” your boyfriend calls out to you, noticing that you were thinking hard. what a curious look of yours.

you hummed back in response, “are you ready to go,” he holds out his hand and you nod before looking back at akutagawa, slightly holding onto the wall and coughing. even if you slightly glanced at him, dazai noticed right away, he’d have to talk to you about that. you two had planned a small date at his place after a difficult mission was successful. even though you thought chuuya should have also been included, it had been a while since you had some alone time with osamu like this.

as you two silently ate your food, he spoke. “i saw you looking at my subordinate, was there something you wanted to tell me,” he looks at you as you take another bite out of your food. “do you ever feel bad?” you ask him hesitantly, testing the waters a bit. “about?” he pressures you to start explaining. “about akutagawa, he’s still young and he’s learning to control his ability,” you pity him with a frown on your face. “i’m trying to help him use his ability for defense, not just attacking,” he calmly says and you can’t help but get mad.

“so beating him at any chance you get is your solution at teaching him?” you challenge your boyfriend. “you don’t have a subordinate so i understand why you’re doubtful, but when has a plan of mine ever failed,” his calm nature doesn’t chip away. “i would understand if you gave him these lessons and also congratulated him but you’re dismissing his whole existence as a human, you’re just using him as a machine, tearing him to shreds when he can’t get what your goal is,” you stand up for him.

“y/n, new dogs need to be beaten, he’s weak like every newcomer and he needs to learn how to use that destructive ability,” his voice slightly rises as he grips his chopsticks harder. his words sink into your mind ‘weak like every newcomer’ it makes you feel horrible. “is that what you thought of me?” you asked him. “what,” he asked a bit surprised you would ask that. “when i came into the mafia, is that what you thought of me? a dog needing to be beaten because it’s too weak?” it irked you.

“no, because you’re strong, you’re an executive now for a reason,” he said now glancing at the floor. “if you think newcomers are weak, why didn’t you beat me like you beat akutagawa? why didn’t you berate me and insult me as you do with akutagawa? dazai what you’re not understanding is that you’re stripping away the last pieces of his childhood. you’re forcing him into a world neither of us want to be in,” you stand up, needing to cool down from this.

ever since you started dating, you never called him by his last name. always “osamu” or “osamu-kun” never dazai. and yet he can’t understand why his affairs matter to you so much. he hated how you defended the young boy, even though he didn’t show it. before you left his home you turned around and said, “if you don’t change your attitude about akutagawa or newcomers, i’m going to do something about it,” he didn’t say anything as you left. you shouldn’t get involved in other people's messes.

a/n : this was horse maneuver but i’m too tired

#written by terra #sincerely terra #engraved with bitterness #osamu dazai angst #osamu dazai x reader #osamu x reader #pm! dazai x reader #dazai x reader #dazai angst #port mafia angst #port mafia dazai x reader #port mafia dazai angst #bungou stray dogs angst #bungo stray dogs #bungo stray dogs imagines #bungou stray dogs dazai

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fonulyn · 1 year

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fon’s 2022 in fic

i debated with myself for a while whether this post is worth making because it’s hours of work for a small handful of notes but i’m a list-maker by nature so here we go :’D this was also a weird year because i went and polished up all of my old tumblr ficlets to post them on ao3, so this is a huge mess of new fic, old fic i edited, old ficlets i mashed together and edited, old ficlets which i added thousands of words to so maybe they count as new fics after all, and the like, lol.

so i’m not even going to try and give an estimate of how many words I wrote this year. not as much as I wanted. probably more than i feared.

under the cut you’ll find links to fics including;

29 Chris/Leon

33 Piers/Leon

7 ot3 (Chris/Leon/Piers)

4 Krauser/Leon

1 Krauser/Leon/Chris

1 Chris/Jill

here we go;

Chris/Leon

(what can I do now except) see this through | M | 4k | Leon has what he thinks are unrequited feelings for Chris and he tries to drown them in some trusty vodka. Spoiler alert: it doesn’t work.

found a way to let you go | T | 2,6k | Sometimes love isn’t enough. Sometimes breaking up is the best thing for everyone involved. This is one of those times.

welcome home | M | 900w | Chris comes home from a mission and gets a nice welcome.

always meant to be | G | 600w | Chris tries to set Claire and Leon up, but in the end gets set up himself.

if I sing you a love song | T | 1,3k | Chris finds his old guitar and plays for Leon.

to have and to hold (to care and to carry) | T | 1,2k | Three times Chris carried Leon and one time Leon carried Chris.

(you know how to make me) feel so good | E | 1,2k | They have sleepy midnight sex.

blow your mind | E | 1k | Chris has never sucked a dick before. Leon volunteers to help.

a little help | G | 430w | Claire is tired of Chris and Leon doing nothing about the big dumb crushes they obviously have for each other.

smooth operator | T | 1,1k | Leon hits on Chris while drunk. The next morning he expects to be embarrassed to death, but it works out better than he feared.

bent like a pretzel | T | 650w | Leon is the flexible one, but Chris is still the one who manages to get his foot in his mouth.

you get what you give | T | 2,6k | They get to grow old together and be there for each other.

the art of a good shot | G | 1,2k | Chris and Leon use their shooting scores as a totally-not-awkward way to flirt. (No-zombies AU)

sail these uncharted seas (of awful attempts at flirting) | T | 900w | A Halloween party, a sailor and a pirate, plus some bad bad flirting.

men in tights | T | 1,1k | Another Halloween with questionable costumes.

try to go to sleep | T | 1k | When they get back from China, and Chris doesn’t sleep for the first three weeks, Leon doesn’t really know what to do.

a little bit of desperation | E | 1,7k | Chris gets hit with sex-pollen. Thankfully Leon is there to help.

chasing your direction | T | 1k | Leon’s old friends visits, and Chris can’t stop himself from being jealous.

bruises and promises | T | 700w | Chris gets himself hurt and Leon is angry.

some things never change | T | 870w | Leon takes care of Chris.

simple things | T | 500w | Chris has a thing for Leon wearing glasses.

the real legends | T | 656w | They survive another rough mission, together.

you are the one | G | 1k | Chris is insecure and Leon reassures him there’s no reason to be.

what could be | G | 1,1k | A baby is left on their doorstep, and they spend a day with her.

at three in the morning | T | 1,4k | There is only one bed. Finally.

won’t you take me back to paradise | E | 1k | Leon gives the best head Chris has ever had.

in the mood for a dance | G | 1,5k | Claire forces Chris and Leon to take dancing lessons.

got some places to see | G | 900w | Chris, Leon, Claire and Jill go on a roadtrip.

something solid, something good | T | 1,4k | Chris is invited to spend Christmas with Leon’s family.

Piers/Leon

three words to last forever | M | 3k | Leon is too slow and gets slashed by a monster. (”choose your own ending” with three possible endings, two with MCD, one without)

you can see me through | M | 5k | Leon and Piers get together after Piers returns from his trip through time to Raccoon City.

call me what you like but I'm a fool (forever falling for you) | G | 1k | They may be playfighting over a pillow but really, they're just happily married.

only the courage to continue counts | E | 93k | RE4 AU: Leon isn’t sent to rescue the president’s daughter alone, but with a partner. He’s not so sure what to think of this Nivans guy. (features also past Krauser/Leon)

a new life | T | 7,4k | They finally get their long awaited baby.

heal the scars and change the stars | M | 12k | Even though they’ve broken up, the feelings haven’t gone anywhere. Maybe getting back together was always going to happen.

let the walls come down | M | 6,6k | Piers gets shot, Leon confronts Ada, and some secrets come out.

make me believe in tomorrow | E | 8,7k | Piers’s sister visits, and they talk about their plans for the future.

and together we’ll make it | T | 4,2k | Leon finds an infected baby, and somehow he and Piers end up keeping her.

carpe diem (seize the day) | E | 2,6k | They wake up one morning with boobs and vaginas instead of their dicks. They decide to make the best of it.

live for today and for tomorrow | T | 6k | Leon almost dies from a stab wound, Piers panics, but at least it ends happily and they finally get together after all the pining.

already taken | G | 800w | Piers wakes up at the hospital and thinks he’s hitting on the gorgeous nurse.

happiness is made not found | E | 7k | Piers asks Jake to be his best man, Leon makes a confession to Sherry, Chris is a good bro, and Piers and Leon get to enjoy domesticity together.

give me hope, make me strong | T | 1,4k | Piers and Leon seek shelter in a small cabin during a snowstorm. It would almost be romantic if Piers wasn’t bleeding so much.

the problem with dishwashers | M | 1,4k | Piers promises to fix Leon’s dishwasher but ends up “fixing” Leon’s “dishwasher”.

try a little tenderness | T | 1,7k | Piers is sick, cold meds make him a little loopy, and Leon is there to take care of him.

breathe, trust, and see what happens | E | 5,9k | They have some summer fun, get a big scare, talk retirement, and cheat at Mario Kart.

for hope I’d give my everything | T | 1,9k | Piers and Leon bond over surviving being infected.

safely away from the world | G | 1,1k | Leon wakes up miserable and in pain. It’s made a little better when he gets quality snuggles.

as dust settles | T | 1,2k | Piers and Leon get stuck in a basement under a collapsed building. Leon might be bleeding, but he still finds enough energy to flirt.

no more coffee | G | 550w | When Piers drinks coffee, he gets insufferable, and Leon is the one who has to deal with him.

close your eyes and you will find | T | 2,6k | Leon has trouble sleeping. Somehow Piers helps just by being there.

gonna show you tonight | E | 3,2k | Leon has a bit of a competency kink. And maybe a tiny thing for Piers’ arms. Good thing Piers is always willing to indulge him.

you are the question and the answer am I | E | 2,8k | Piers calls Leon cute, Leon meets Piers’s dog, and they have some sleepy sex. All the good things.

a taste of something more | E | 1,5k | Piers can’t sleep, so Leon helps him work off some tension.

exactly what it seems like | T | 1k | Chris accidentally ends up with Leon’s phone and finds out Leon is dating Piers.

the worst kept secret | T | 1,6k | Piers is a clingy drunk and in the morning doesn’t even remember how embarrassing he was. Good thing Leon loves him anyway.

yee haw! | E | 1,3k | Ride ‘em cowboy; aka Leon wears only a cowboy hat and a gun belt for Piers. They both have their fun.

and I was loving you | T | 1,9k | Five times Piers gets a little kiss on the nose, and one time Leon does.

(like a thief) you stole my heart | T | 3,6k | Glimpses of their relationship developing throughout the years as they grow more and more in love.

the sweetest gift | G | 1k | Piers brings Leon chocolate for Valentine’s Day.

you gotta take care, it’s a new romance | G | 700w | Leon can’t sleep. Piers is there for him.

Piers/Leon endgame, starts off with friends-with-benefits Chris/Leon

to feel again | M | 19k | After Chris accidentally breaks Leon’s heart, Leon is fully prepared to nurse his bruised feelings alone. He’s less prepared for the way Piers is apparently dead set on being there for him to help him through it. He’s the least prepared for when he realizes he might just get his happy ending, after all.

ot3 (Chris/Leon/Piers)

sweetly seduced to sleep | T | 1k | Leon gets tricked into healthy sleeping habits.

last chance garage | M | 8k | Chris, Leon and Piers try to make sense of over a decade worth of yearning. Somehow, they make it work.

all those little moments | T | 1,8k | They get to enjoy some domestic, carefree happiness, for once.

where the past meets the future | T | 4,8k | Chris and Piers find out how exactly Leon became an agent.

your arms open wide | G | 850w | Piers comes home exhausted.

picture this | T | 1k | Piers accidentally sends near-nudes to Chris instead of Leon.

let the water wash away | T | 800w | The three share a soft moment in the shower.

Krauser/Leon/Chris

it's gone so fast | E | 2k | Chris keeps getting invited into Krauser and Leon's bed. Inevitably, Chris develops feelings.

Krauser/Leon

made to remind | E | 1,6k | Leon says the wrong name in bed. Krauser reminds him who he belongs to.

then, now and always | E | 2,2k | Krauser does not do feelings. Instead he flees.

my fall will be for you | M | 2,8k | Krauser and Leon almost get a happy ending.

better with you | T | 600w | Krauser makes a sudden confession.

Chris/Jill

ravishing | E | 4k | Jill deserves to be worshipped like the goddess she is, Chris gets the honor of doing just that. (aka feelsy smut lol)

here’s to hoping for a better 2023 :3

#my fics #chreon #nivannedy #ot3 #metaltango #kreon #idk what to tag really #2022

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sharkpupsblog · 1 year

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😨 Lost Horse! 🐎 PART 2 Deliveries.

A Sabine x GN! Reader fanfic!

Hi guys omg 😭😭😭 this was supposed to have been out yesterday but I took a nap and woke up way too late and didn’t do any editing 😭💔 I finished editing today though!!! Very late but still finished! 🙏🙏🙏😎😎😎 I wrote a lot again for this part 😔 trying to write as much as my silly brain wants to but also putting some restrictions on myself so I don’t get burnt out again 😭 I love writing so I have to be real careful 😔😔💔💔 anyways ty guys for ur patience! Enjoy! :D

Summary: You and Khaan make a delivery and he sees someone he recognizes.

Warnings: Foul language and an animal acting aggressively.

You groaned as you felt your blanket be taken from you. It was 6 in the morning you were in bed trying to sleep. It was way too early to get up, and it was a Saturday you really wanted more time in bed. “Come on!” You heard your dad whisper yell “we have a lot to do today and the earlier we do it the faster we get it done.” Your dad was always up early, and he always made you get up early too. What did druids do that required them to get up so darn early? To make getting you up easier your father opened your window. Outside your window waited Khaan, and once your father opened it he put his head through. Your horse was already up before your father and he was ready to go. He was used to being up early due to the schedule the Dark Riders had. The Friesian felt around trying to find you. He couldn’t see due to his forelock covering his eyes. When he found you he sniffed you, nipping at your shirt trying to get you to get up. When you didn’t move Khaan grabbed a mouthful of your shirt, and he pulled you up. Being taken out of bed roughly completely woke you up. You went wide eyed “okay! Okay! I’m up!” You gasped when Khaan let go of your shirt, and you face-planted onto your pillow. Your father pat Khaan thanking him for waking you up. Two months had passed since you found him. His wounds healed, and you managed to keep his eyes a secret from everyone. The rangers never found his owner, and they stopped their search after a month had passed. You kept looking for a few weeks after the search was called off. You looked all around Jorvik for Khaan’s owner, but you never found anyone so Khaan belonged to you now. You didn’t know much about riding, but you slowly learned with Khaan. “Farah has some deliveries she needs help with” you sat up as your father spoke “I told her you would help her.” You now understood why your father woke you up so early “she’s awake and waiting for you now.” The man walked out of your room, and as he walked he said “get dressed and come grab breakfast.” You shook your head trying to shake off any leftover sleepiness. Khaan neighed backing away from your window. He was going to finish the rest of his breakfast before you both got to work.

“Alright our first delivery is in… Starshine ranch” Starshine was about 10 or so minutes away from Valedale. You tightened Khaan’s girth, and then you lowered the stirrups. You had to buy a new saddle and pad, but you got to keep the bridle Khaan had when you found him. The bridle had minor cuts it was easily fixed by Farah. You were really happy when she told you it could be fixed. The design on the bridle was really cool, and you really wanted to keep it. You were glad you were able to, because now you rode with a cool gold and black, snake design bridle. Khaan let out a snort watching you get his fly mask. The mask didn’t allow anyone to see Khaan’s eyes, but it allowed him to see. “Ready?” You asked the Friesian. He responded with a whinny. Khaan stood still as you put the mask on him. Once the mask was on, you walked to his side checking the girth again before mounting. The Friesian was tall so getting on was sometimes a bit of a challenge. Today was thankfully easy for you. You clicked your tongue, and Khaan began walking. You rode through Valedale in a walk. When you were out of Valedale and in Hollow Woods you asked Khaan for a gallop. Galloping wasn’t super fun for you. Khaan ran very fast and the possibility of falling at this speed kept you on edge. Fear didn’t allow you to enjoy the ride. You only rode this fast for work though. The speed was great for deliveries which is why Farah continued to ask for you. You wondered if maybe Khaan was a race horse before you found him. He must have won a lot of races if he was. As he galloped through the woods you checked the list of deliveries you had for today. You had one for Starshine which you were going to now, one for Silverglade, and one for your dad. Your dad ordered incense which you dropped off first because you couldn't stand the smell and because you were already in Valedale. Your dad could stink up the house with the incense while you were gone. The scent he always ordered wasn’t your favorite. It was really strong it burned your nose. You tried to convince him to buy another scent like vanilla or lavender, but he always stuck with the same stinky one. Khaan neighed, and you looked up from your list seeing that you were near Firgrove now. Birds flew by and sunlight passed through gaps in leaves as you passed the trees. You felt like you were having a movie moment. A magical movie moment on a magical red-eyed horse. Maybe you already were in a movie without knowing. You could definitely write a book about your adventures with Khaan. You would make it fiction of course so no one would go crazy over your red-eyed horse. You and Khaan got to Starshine Ranch in 8 minutes. You were really early for the delivery. As you rode into the ranch you spoke to Khaan “we’re really early… I hope Josh is awake.” Josh was the guy you had to deliver the stuff to. “Maybe he’ll pay me more for being quick” Khaan huffed throwing his head back. You smiled patting his shoulder “sorry!” You began to correct yourself “maybe he’ll pay me more for how quick you were.” Khaan neighed again it was nice to receive credit where it was due “I’ll buy you as many fruit cups as you want for-.“ You paused when you saw that the person you were supposed to deliver to wasn’t in the spot he said he would be in. Shit… Now what? Should you just leave it on the floor and go? Or should you wait? You couldn’t wait you had to make the next delivery. You got off Khaan, and you looked around “hello?” You walked around the ranch with Khaan following close behind you. “Anyone awake?” You weren’t being very loud since you didn’t want to disturb anyone. “I have a delivery for this place!” You frowned when it looked like no one was going to answer your calls. You continued looking around the ranch. You had real bad luck with deliveries. First with the flyers Rowan had you make and now with this. While you looked around you spotted a house, its lights were on. You walked over to the home, and Khaan lowered his head sniffing the grass around it. You walked up the steps of the home going straight for the door.

You gently knocked on it “hello? Is josh in there? I have a delivery for him!” The house was quiet for a few seconds and then you heard messy footsteps come your way. It sounded like whoever was inside was hopping on a pogo stick. The door opened and a red haired girl with an odd marking on her cheek and a boot in hand which you hoped wasn’t for throwing at you smiled at you “how can I help you?” She looked like she had just woken up. You quickly apologized “I’m so sorry for waking you” you felt bad. She definitely had all right to throw that boot at you for being annoying and waking her up. “Is Josh here? I have a delivery for him.” The girl balanced on one foot putting her boot on the other while she talked to you “he must be asleep right now but I’m his friend I can take it for him.” You smiled and thanked the girl for accepting the delivery. You were really glad you didn’t have to stay and wait for Josh. “I’ll get it its in my saddlebag” You walked down the steps of the home and to your horse. The Friesian was busy eating the grass around the home while you talked. When you came up to him he looked up wanting to see who was coming. In the blink of an eye everything went to shit. Khaan suddenly became aggressive. His aggression wasn’t directed towards you but to the girl who answered the door. He stormed past you knocking you down. You fell on your side gasping as pain rushed through one side of your body. Khaan rushed to the door of the home destroying the steps leading to it as he stomped his way to the girl. The girl quickly reacted, and she shut the door. Instead of slamming into her Khaan slammed into the door of her home. You quickly stood up horrified by how Khaan was acting. Your side was killing you, but you couldn’t stop to rest. You had to stop Khaan before he hurt himself or the girl. The Friesian continued to angrily slam against the door as you ran over to him. Who was the girl on the other side of the door? Why did Khaan react this way upon seeing her? You ran up what was left of the steps of the home, and you reached out for Khaan’s bridle. Your horse let out an angry neigh as you led him away from the door. You guided him down the ruined steps holding his reins tightly, so he wouldn’t rush to the door again. “I’m so sorry!” You yelled so the girl could hear you over Khaan’s angry neighing. “I will pay for the damages I am really, really sorry!” You were definitely going broke after this. The girl cracked open the door staring at you with wide eyes. “It’s fine!” She yelled back at you trying to push the fear in her voice back, so she could speak with a friendly tone. You were relieved that she didn’t want to kill you. At least it seemed like she didn’t want to. Khaan bucked, and he began trying to snap at the girl over your head. “The delivery is free! Please tell Josh not to worry about paying!” You managed to get it from your saddlebag before Khaan knocked you down. You also managed to keep it safe from the fall and from your angry horse. You set the delivery down on the ruined steps of the home. “Once again I am so, so sorry about Khaan!” The girl’s eyes got wider when you said the Friesian’s name. “I’ll come back later with my father to pay for the damages!” You hoped the girl would trust you enough to let you go. She just nodded not having anything to say to you. You quickly got on Khaan thanking Aideen when he listened to what you asked of him. He galloped out of the ranch throwing his head back and neighing loudly. As Khaan angrily galloped you sat in your saddle in shock. What the hell happened back there?! And how were you going to pay for it?

The girl stood outside her home on her porch. She was looking at the destruction caused by the Friesian. She stood with her jaw open and her eyes wide. The steps of her home were completely ruined. Her door was barely hanging onto its hinges. A white horse with a blue mane rushed to her. She could see him from the corner of her eye. The horse spoke to her in a hushed voice “Lisa? What happened?” The girl looked to her horse trying to get rid of her look of shock. “A horse did this…” she narrowed her eyes “Khaan did this.” How did you have Khaan? Who were you? “Khaan?” The horse spoke his ears going back. “Sabine was here?” Lisa answered the question with a shake of her head “it was… It was Farah’s delivery person?” Lisa was extremely confused she needed answers. She turned looking inside her home seeing her father on the phone. The man was just as shaken up as she was. Lisa looked to her back pocket seeing her phone poking out “I need to call the others.”

TY FOR READING!! ❤️ :D

#ssoblr #sso #star stable online #sabinessoxreader #sabinessofanfic #ssofanfic #khaansso #lisapetersonsso #sharkpupsblogwrites!‼️🗣#lookingforssomoots💔

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nattyontherun · 21 days

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More On To Oblivion:

hi-ho, can't sleep so since i've posted the fic already, short as it is right now, i thought hey! lemme just do some explaining for why the fuck it's the way it is?? that way i make my job less hard with the writer-y bits!

(i can't sleep so i'm talking,,,, shhh i didn't say that)

On the Rating:

thinking of changing that, actually . next chapter, so ch3, will be more of the same - build up for the plot at large which is, ngl, a wee bit more complicated than i thought it would be in writing ch1. i don't have a hard and fast, bullet pointed skeleton for every chapter but i've got a very generalized outline of things i want happening... and the fic being rated for Teens feels lacking. no it absolutely is lacking.

would it be disingenuous to leave it at T until the plot changes up enough to warrant a level up? or should i change the rating now and leave everyone to wonder at my justification as the fic (very slowly, UGH) progresses? questions, questions and no answers in sight as yet.

the cast!

unlike in HF where we really did just have like, two MAIN main characters in shisui and sasuke, to oblivion has an ensemble cast🙏 the taggings are listed in order of both how much of the character we'll see in-fic and how much we'll focus on them. where HF was all about growth and healing with minimal outside interference, this fic is... well it has a plot🥹

in one of those oneshots i wrote after HF, there's this scene where shisui rants up a storm at sasuke about konoha, how rotten it can get yk? just, having to live in the village knowing that the truth of your family's murder has been suppressed to keep the peace - when the "peace" used to justify that extermination didn't even last more than a handful of years. this fic directly confronts that. actually, it's specifically because every single character engages in the village whether as the leader, in kks' case, or as proponents to its growth and success post-war, its kind of a necessity that everybody has an opinion about what goes on yk?

i feel like ppl who came into the fic expecting romance and fucking are gonna be disappointed by that sjshsjshshsh there's gonna be SOME of that, but very minimally, and right at the end lmao. fic subscribes to the idea that there is no room for personal growth within self and relationships in an environment in perpetual turmoil lmao

the polycule 💃

it's still happened lmaooooo, like i just get crazier about the idea the more i sit with it! though, i forgot to say in the AN, and i'm too much of a sleepy cat to go back and edit it in, but i meant to mention that kakashisasu(???!!!ship name???!!!) isn't gonna be like a right angle. like... the dots connect in all directions despite how things are playing out rn! 🙏

i will say, however, that development for each relationship on a personal, one on one level, is different between each pairing because yk, they enter the story in different stages of their lives with different agendas and opinions abt each other. kkss are halfway in love already, but kkshs probably need to fight it out for another several dozen chapters before they can even stand to look each other in the eye without wanting to kill smth and that's not even touching shsasu who haven't!! even!! met up yet!!! (gawd what did i get myself into?? lmao😭)

the timeline

woof. the timeline! WOOF! HF had the benefit of sticking incredibly close to just one stream of happenings in a very linear format,,,, to oblivion? not so much. the past, whether it's ten years ago, during the fourth war or even just prior to the fic happening is AS important to the story as the story itself, unfolding. if i decided to tell this fic in a linear fashion, a, it would be very boring and retrace too much of canon and b, it would be very LONG. like staggeringly long, enough that i'd probably tire of writing the fic long before i even reached where we are right now in the fic - there is SO MUCH yet to uncover

what i will say is that canon largely stays the same except for some staple fanons of mine, some seen in HF, and others very specifically for this AU. for the obvs staples, there's madara is final baddie and no VOTE2 so no losing arms for either of my babies - god forbid. the major deviation from HF is that i've reduced how debilitating Ssk's mental health issues (if you will) can be in presenting themselves, though we do have some of it cropping up within the fic if you're the type who reads very line by line. there's also, ofc, the fact that shisui has been ALIVE for all this time - but i'll save all the explaining for that to shisui when the time is appropriate.

but yes, it's because the past matters SO MUCH for how this fic develops that i really saw no other way to progress with it than mixing everything up. and i do mean EVERYTHING. what i will say is that there are certain periods where we can kinda cluster scenes together to form an idea of how all this shit is happening only Now.

war/between canon era: so far we only got one scene from here, from ch2

pre-tribunal, post-war - a LOT of scenes fall here, so it's broken up even further into two periods: 1. while sasuke is incarcerated post 4th war and 2. after he's left incarceration but before the tribunal (ch1 has a LOT of afterward scenes, in particular)

pre-massacre: these scenes will tend to be more kkshs focused so happy hunting for when there's more of them!

pre-trial, present day after shisui appears: this is the main storyline and will be the easiest to follow, go figure!

pre-trial, immediately post-tribunal: i've only written perhaps a scene or two(?) from this period, i don't see it cropping up as much as the others because it's only there specifically for relationship and character building. i'm squeezing a lot of post-canon pre-fic character development in to explain away why some of our faves may be acting a wee ooc, and i can't begin to explain how consequential the tribunal is, personally and politically for all of team seven oh lawd😭

i can't stress enough that i drafted much of the bedrock of this fic immediately after HF,,,, but while my intention (heh, hehe) (translate what the characters before "to oblivion" stand for, okay, its funny i swear!) remains the same as what it was then, my focus has become more... hm, exacting. sharpened.

writing is an inherently personal affair, i think. to write is to put meaning to the thoughts that swim around your head, whether that's by poetry or prose, through the guise of imagery or character work. i write fic because i like writing fic, and wanna be able to read work that satisfies me personally. i've got an itch in my brain and to oblivion has become, essentially, an outlet for my thought process. so if there's anything you find in it that speaks of a very particular kinda way of thinking, shall we say, keep poking at it. i very much am having a conversation with you.

and that's a wrap, i have a shift in seven hours and i desperately need sleep sjsjsshhsshsh

#fanfic #ao3 fanfic #hearthfire verse #to oblivion #uchiha sasuke #hatake kakashi #uchiha shisui #uzumaki naruto #and everyone else i tagged in fic that i can't quite remember rn #meta about fic?#fic-splanation!#i just wanted to write smth up okay #thinking thots means more gets wrote #this fic has nuance #and tries for anarchy #will i succeed in my agenda of making everybody cry?#more than likely!#you did not just read that mwa mwa #or did you?

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drawnecromancy · 10 months

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Find the word !

Tagged by @the-stray-storyteller

Words I was given : Prey, Desperate, Bleed, Haze, War

Words I'm giving you : Hands, Rotten, Storm, Web, Treason

Tagging : anyone who wants to do this... oh and @isabellebissonrouthier while i'm at it since you just said i can tag you in anything.

As always I'll be writing down where the bits are from after the extracts. Also I'm putting it under a read more [i know I'm not ever consistent on whether i do this or not but today is a readmore day]

Prey

"He was nothing.

Prey for a wolf that only wanted revenge.

A body, lifeless, still warm and spilling its blood on the marble floor."

– From a snippet with no name, starring Eleanor as Winter (i really should name that particular snippet)

Desperate

"It had come out as a hiss, and the Emperor flinched away. They both stared at each other for a second. Was he embarrassed ? Intimidated ? Neither of these options made sense, and yet she saw him move. She tried to look for a glimpse of something human in his eyes, his demeanor, trying to understand. But there was absolutely nothing for her to grasp on the desperately smooth, perfect stone."

– From "Lumeria and the Emperor". (had to cheat a bit for this one because the only other places where the actual word desperate was in was nsfw lmfao.)

Bleed

"– So you can’t give me what I asked for, is what I gather ?

– I hadn’t agreed to anything, asshole, he said boldly. I paid you back in full and you’re just trying to intimidate me into stealing for you.

A claw pierced his clothes, going so far as to make him bleed, and he could not suppress a groan of pain.

– You really think you don’t owe me ? Alice, get the book."

– From "Gabriel en PLS (roommate edition)". That's a bit that started as a translation from something i wrote in french, hence the title. in french. Gabriel's in shit

Haze

"Velannen was relaxing at his desk, a warm cup of raspberry infusion in hand, eyes closed half-sleeping, when his office’s door banged open and he was forced out of his sleepy haze. He opened his eyes fast enough to see prince Malvern close the door in a large, angry movement, before rushing to the desk, his hands slamming down on the wood. An inkpot fell, spilling its contents all over the top of the desk, Velannen’s papers, and the prince’s hands."

– From "Velannen".

War

"The painting was, strangely, perfectly preserved. A quick look with the Eye confirmed that the spell that was supposed to protect it against age was still intact - why this, of all things in the northern wing ? She approached. It was a family portrait, life-sized at that - four people, dressed in ancient lonnean fashion, two of them crowned, the two other young and looking almost exactly like each other if it weren’t for their clothing. Her brain attempted to provide her anything it could remember about Lonna’s history before and at the beginning of the Empire. The wars that the Emperor started. His childhood - his childhood ! The twin sons of Cenaldir !"

– From "A New Vessel".

#tag games #hi yes the reason i never tag anyone in these games is that i don't know if i'm bothering people #hey stray if you're reading this can i tag you in games #i have cheese holes for brains but i can try to remember that #my writing #ok now character tagging time.#eleanor ridgen #the emperor #lumeria de vano #malvern lohsevaar iii #...gabriel doesn't have a specific tag and i don't remember if he has a last name let me check.#god i haven't worked on the story he first appeared in. in years #ok he has a last name #gabriel ulpyr #i have no idea how to pronounce that.

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pepperonibread · 8 months

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Emmylou [ONESHOT]

read on ao3 or below the line break. This will serve as a home for all my little silly builderxLogan onshots. a/n: This was something I wrote and finally edited. Fluff and cowboy shinanigans. Rating may change depending. I see a lot of fic's out there with Logan that have to do with the actual plot (and I love all of them). And here I am writing dumb cowboy stuff. Don't have too many of these since we don't actually know what happens to him at the end of the game - but I love writing shit like this.

Emmylou

Kiran loved to spend time with Logan because his personality was like a fantastic piece of art—brightly colored, full of depth, alive and unpredictable. She saw him as a man who thought deeply about his principles, which were the cornerstones of his being, and how he could apply them to his life in the best way possible. But it was his stubbornness that really drew her in; she found it both humorous and charming, as though she was witnessing a little kid's temper tantrum at epic proportions.

The irony (and challenge) was that Logan's very nature could be difficult to pin down. At times he was quiet and thoughtful, but other times he behaved impulsively, chasing after elusive monsters whose names sometimes slipped out of Kiran's memory. His desire to discover the mysteries of the desert reached beyond logic; it was pure fascination that drove him along those murky roads.

Adding to the complexity of her marriage to Logan was his loyal companion, Rambo. The animal was a living embodiment of Logan's eccentric side: always unpredictable and often disconcerting.

One morning as dawn approached, Kiran felt her peaceful sleep being disturbed by Logan's unexpected touch on her arm. She groaned and swatted away his hand before mumbling groggily, "What are you doing?"

Logan's voice pierced through Kiran's sleepy state like a sharp blade, adding to her confusion. "Kiran." He spoke her name slowly, "You best rouse yourself, 'cause I've got somethin' for ya."

At this strange hour, when most folks were tucked away in their beds, what could he possibly have planned? The clock's hands indicated an hour that was far closer to the dead of night than the beginning of a new day. Even more puzzling was his whereabouts before this predawn rendezvous. But she didn't ask.

Logan had done his best to wake her, but all Kiran offered in response were some languid groans of complaint. She adjusted her position on the pillow, seeming to be searching for a way to keep out the dawn light and retain her sleepy state. She held her eyes closed tight, an unconscious show of defiance against the morning's arrival.

Her semiconsciousness was rudely interrupted by a jolt of cold and wetness on her forehead, sending a shockwave down her entire body. She jumped as her eyes widened in surprise at the unexpected sight before her. There, on the bed, a small, milk-chocolate-colored baby goat. Its nose had gone from her forehead to exploring the hair on her head.

"What the fuck?" she yelped, disbelief registering in her voice. As she shifted her position, the goat let out a questioning bleat, its eyes fixed intently on hers as if trying to measure her reactions.

Kiran's gaze darted to Logan, her incredulous expression mirrored by his shoulders that shook with laughter. His shock of white hair seemed to shimmer in the soft light of the room, and the gleam in his eyes deepened as he witnessed her flabbergasted reaction.

"What the hell is this?" she demanded, a playful annoyance lacing her tone.

In between chuckles, Logan managed to catch his breath, his amusement evident in his voice. "Ain't she a sight to behold? Our newest family member, Kiran." He offered a sweeping gesture toward the goat, his grin wide and infectious. "And, to preemptively answer your next question, she's a goat, just like Rambo. Although, for now, she's a teeny bit smaller. She's got a whole lot of growin' ahead of her before she's as big as him."

Kiran's sigh was a combination of impatience and resignation, and with a small shrug she handed the wriggling goat to Logan. He accepted it deftly as if he had done this many times before.

There was a touch of teasing in her voice as Kiran quipped, "Looks like she found the right person, then."

A look of tenderness passed over Logan's face as he held the goat in his embrace. He ran his hands slowly over its fur in a calming caress.

"Been followin' her around for a few days now," he articulated, his words tinged with a hint of worry. "No sign of her mama anywhere."

As Logan spoke, his eyes stayed focused on the little goat. His touch was gentle yet confident, a reflection of his knowledge in workings with these types of animals. The goat seemed relaxed and comfortable as Logan held her, looking up at him with curiosity.

His gaze shifted to Kiran and he smiled softly. "Just take a look at that face," he said, his admiration for the baby creature clear in his expression. There was an authentic fondness in his tone when he spoke about the latest arrival.

Kiran's brow furrowed, "Logan, what am I supposed to do when she's all grown up? And what about Twister?" Her thoughts drifted to her copper-colored horse, undoubtedly resting soundly in the stable. Kiran longed to be in that state of slumber herself. "You know Twister won't exactly welcome her with open hooves."

Glancing sideways, she observed the baby goat. Logan's response carried an air of casual indifference, with a tone that suggested he was familiar with Twister's obstinate character for some time now. "That old horse ain't exactly friendly to anyone, not even himself."

Sitting on the bed, Logan held the baby goat in front of his face, their eyes meeting in a silent agreement. He used an exaggerated tone as he spoke directly to the tiny creature. "Emmylou, darlin', I don't think your new mama likes you just yet," He said with a sly smile and a glance towards Kiran.

Kiran in return rolled her eyes. "I never said that— wait, did you already name her?"

Logan was certain in his answer; there was no questioning it. "Well, sure I did," he replied like it was the most obvious thing. Of course he would already name it.

The realization washed over Kiran like a wave—the name, the attachment forming in an instant. She chided herself inwardly for entertaining the notion that she could somehow avoid Logan's penchant for forming a swift and heartfelt connection with the baby goat. Kiran let out a sigh as she leaned back into the comfortable hug of the pillows once more.

"Aw, c'mon now, Kiran," Logan coaxed, his voice gentle as he settled Emmylou back into his arms. "You've got a soft spot for Rambo, don't ya?"

She couldn't bring herself to dislike Rambo, understanding Logan's deep connection with the giant goat. Still, there were moments when she was frustrated by his presence in their living space, as if he had become an extension of Logan himself. Just the week before, for instance, Rambo had stuck his head through the bedroom window and helped himself to the curtains - this wasn't the first time that had happened.

Kiran's response held a hint of humor, the words coming off as more of an amused surrender. "I guess she's kind of cute," she admitted, her words acknowledging the undeniable magnetic attraction emanating from the tiny animal in Logan's arms.

Logan seized the opportunity to playfully elaborate, his voice taking on an animated lilt. "Imagine it, Kiran—Rambo out there, all by his lonesome, not a soul to chat with. You know Twister ain't exactly a conversationalist."

Kiran's response was punctuated by an exasperated huff, her gaze tracking Emmylou's every move as Logan gently set her down on the bed. The baby goat responded with a dainty yawn, a poignant reminder that sleep was a coveted luxury Kiran was currently missing out on.

Logan let his mind wander into the realm of possibilities as he began to unbutton his clothing. He said with excitement, "We can teach her whatever we want, Kiran. She's like a clean slate."

Kiran's face softened finally, her stubbornness slipping away as a tiny grin played on her lips.

"Fine, fine. Take her outside then," she relented, her tone carrying a mixture of playfulness and genuine acceptance.

Logan's response was prompt, accompanied by a good-natured shake of his head. "She's a bit too small for that, Kiran," he explained patiently. "And if I were to wake Twister from his slumber right now, he'd give Emmylou quite the ruckus." His gaze softened, "Plus, she's been cozyin' up with me these past couple of nights. Wouldn't want her thinkin' I've deserted her, would we?"

Kiran couldn't help but arch an eyebrow at his rationale, "So, you've taken up the role of goat mama now?" she asked.

Her gaze remained riveted on Emmylou, her interest piqued by the goat's intriguing antics. The small creature struck an oddly endearing pose, and before Kiran could fully react, her arm experienced an unexpected nudge from Emmylou's head.

"Alright, enough of that," she chided, her words carrying a tone of gentle amusement. "Time for both of us to get some sleep," she added with a comical lilt as if Emmylou might miraculously understand her intentions.

A soft chuckle reached Kiran's ears, drawing her attention to Logan. His laughter was evident in his eyes as he observed the interaction. As the baby goat was gently relocated and Logan adeptly settled onto the bed, a practiced routine.

A faint crease appeared on Kiran's brow as her thoughts shifted toward practical matters. "So, how long until she's as big as Rambo?" she inquired.

Logan's response carried a matter-of-fact tone as he laid back into the pillows, accompanied by a thoughtful look. "Give it 'bout a year or so, if my memory serves me right," he shared.

Kiran's lips parted in a sigh, the weight of her exasperation evident as she sank back into the embrace of the pillows. "Hold up, you mean to say we'll be sleeping with her for a whole year?" The notion still felt like a hazy concept, her mind struggling to fully embrace the idea of sharing their sleeping quarters with the lively goat for such a prolonged stretch of time.

Logan flashed Kiran a confident smile, trying to show her that the goat was only temporary. "Just until she feels at home," he answered calmly as if her worry wasn't a big deal.

Kiran responded with a combination of amusement and doubt. "You think this is a phase?" she teased.

"Well, I reckon we need to make sure she knows the ins and outs before she embarks on her own escapades," he explained, his words carrying a touch of lightheartedness.

Kiran let out an exaggerated, melodramatic sigh. "I'm just hoping that our bed isn't going to become a permanent stay for her."

The twinkle in Logan's blue eyes only deepened, his amusement undiminished as he settled into the bed beside her. "No need to get all bothered about it." he drawled with a mischievous grin. "Before you know it, Emmylou will be out gallivantin' with Rambo."

Kiran's musings danced through the air, her voice a delicate blend of wistfulness. "Funny how not so long ago, this very space was my workshop. It's a bit surreal to think that now it's become a sanctuary for all sorts of creatures that venture from the Peripheries."

Logan moved his arm to draw Kiran closer, and she nestled into his side, her head finding its place against his chest. She could hear the reassuring rhythm of his beating heart.

"Yeah," Logan concurred, his voice like a gentle embrace. It carried a warmth, laced with a unique tenderness that only he could infuse. "Life has a knack for unfoldin' in certain ways, doesn't it?" His words held a trace of awe as if he marveled at the journey they had embarked upon together.

Kiran's tone shifted between amusement and surprise as she observed Emmylou climbing onto Logan. "Well, looks like someone's a bit jealous," Kiran joked, her eyes rolling as she adjusted herself to make room for the little goat. She spoke again in an apologetic voice, addressing Emmylou, "Well, I'm sorry for stealing your mama away for a little bit."

Kiran settled back, her movements accompanied by the comforting rustle of blankets being drawn up to her chin. She cast an amused glance at the unfolding scene before her.

“Are you jealous, Kiran?” Logan asked with a hint of teasing in his voice as he placed a hand on Emmylou's back. “Don't they teach you about the importance of sharin' where you come from?”

Kiran's lips quirked into a grin, her eyes dancing with mirth. "Well, I've been known to have my moments," she admitted with a wink.

"Well, it's a good thing Emmylou is here now I guess," he said, glancing between Kiran and the goat.

Kiran's interest was piqued, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion as she remembered Logan being gone. "So, you were going around for two whole days just to find a goat?"

Logan smiled sheepishly, a mix of guilty pleasure and honest fondness playing in his eyes. "I can't say I was just after goats for you," he confessed with an amused edge to his voice. "But I guess Emmylou here did take up a bit of my time."

"You're something else, Logan," Kiran said with an affectionate chuckle. "Putting yourself in danger for a goat's sake—where would I be without you?"

Logan's laughter echoed softly in the air, and Kiran felt its warmth. "Guess we'd both be missin' out," he said.

"You sure have an interesting way of showing your feelings," she replied with an amused smile. A yawn slipped out of her mouth, a reminder of the hour.

Logan's response was swift and tender, his movements guided by an instinctual closeness. Drawing nearer, he leaned in to press a soft and lingering kiss against her lips. The warmth of his affection enveloped her.

A glint danced in her eyes as they parted, a contented sigh accompanying her words. "Well, I guess I can't complain then. Thanks for the goat chase, Logan."

His own grin matched her playful mood, his eyes holding a steady affection. "You're welcome, darlin'," he murmured, the endearment a testament to the depth of their connection. With a gentle touch, he settled back into the pillows.

Kiran's gaze drifted toward Emmylou, who lay curled in peaceful slumber, a sense of maternal instinct stirring within her. A strange urge prompted her to reach out, her fingers gently brushing over the sleeping creature's soft fur—a touch that conveyed both tenderness and curiosity. She looked at her for a while.

With a soft poke to his side, Kiran roused her husband from his own reveries. He grumbled out a response that seemed to mix sleepiness and bemusement.

"What's on your mind?" he inquired, his eyes remaining closed as he engaged in their late-night exchange.

Kiran's question tumbled out, the words flowing with hesitancy and hesitation. "Did you bring home a baby goat because you want an actual baby?" Her query was direct; her curiosity edged into nervousness. She quietly asked herself if the choice of words she used captured the essence of her thoughts.

In response, Logan was a little more candid than previously. "I wouldn't say that it was the first thing that came to my mind," he answered, his voice light in the dimly lit room. His lips curved into a soft smile as he added, "It's obvious you're not easily fooled, Kiran."

The idea hadn't really crossed her mind until now. Kiran's fingers traced an absent-minded pattern on the blanket as she considered Logan's words. She watched as he stretched his arms above his head in a languid yawn. His voice, tinged with a hint of amusement, broke the silence.

"You think that maybe Emmylou and Rambo could use a bit more human company?" Logan's gaze now wandered toward the sleeping baby goat. "Andy can't quite keep up with the antics, and poor old Twister could use some variety too."

Kiran's curiosity was piqued by Logan's suggestion, her brow arching in contemplation. "Are you implying you want more than one kid?" she ventured, her words laced with a blend of humor and skepticism. The idea of Logan wanting a large family didn't entirely surprise her.

Logan's response was accompanied by an easygoing chuckle, his gaze turning towards her. "Well, I reckon havin' six youngsters around could be quite the liveliness," he mused, his tone reflecting a hint of playfulness.

Kiran's eyebrows shot up in surprise at the number. "Six?" she repeated incredulously, her lips parting in astonishment.

A lighthearted smile tugged at Logan's lips, his eyes dancing with mischief. "Okay, maybe four," he conceded.

Kiran's lips curved up in amusement as she heard his response, her skepticism evident. Yet as she glanced up and their eyes met, the corners of her mouth softened and something about his expression made her heart sink with fondness. "Four, huh?" she echoed mockingly.

Logan's gaze held hers for a moment longer before a thoughtful look crossed his features. "Well, how about we start with two and see where life takes us?" he proposed, his voice warm and steady as he sought her approval.

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There's a song I love by First Aid Kit called Emmylou - which I feel like everyone knows since they only overplayed it at every chain restaurant like seven years ago. Anyway, just a fun fact. If you enjoyed it, let me know. I just imagine Logan doing dumb cute shit like this okay? I suppose if there is anything specific you want to see, let me know?

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