#strangled red mike/reader

[pokepasta-fluffcanons]

Can I request Insomnia Silver x F reader. Where the reader can't speak either so they communicate in their own way which makes them grow closer? You can add another character maybe Grey? Or Mike?

Sorry but I'm currently not taking requests for Silver! I can write for the other two, though!

Grey:

*It had taken Grey a minute to realize that you can't speak, which was a bit amusing to you instead of annoying

*You will find other ways to communicate with him, though, such as a whiteboard

*However, you did teach Grey some sign language, just enough to help him communicate with you better

*Though Grey did his best to learn all he could from you

*since you're the only one he really can talk to, and he really appreciates you and the time he spends with you

*Your little sign language lessons actually help to bring you closer together

Mike:

*he figured out fairly quickly that you were mute, as you didn’t scream at the sight of him

*well, he figured it was either you weren’t scared of him or if you couldn’t say anything

*but found out it was the latter after you wrote on a whiteboard asking him questions

*Mike isn’t bothered by the fact that you can’t talk, but he does like spending time learning sign language from you

*he’s constantly asking questions about sign language, what do certain signs mean, etc.

*you try to answer the best that you can, though sometimes it takes you a little bit to answer them

[reds-fluff-extravaganza]

Mike x reader

Based off these headcanons as well as these

You were absolutely devastated when you found out about Mike’s death. You would spend many days at his grave, grieving over your boyfriend. When you found out that it was Steven, his own brother, that had caused this, you were beyond furious. Of course your initial response was to say something to him, which did not end well for either of you. You both ended up getting into a fight, in which both of you had injuries afterwards.

While Steven was going to do what it took to bring Miki back, you were going to do what it took to bring back Mike, as you were not going to let death do you part yet. What you didn’t know, however, was that Mike was keeping an eye on you, following you around to make sure you weren’t going to get yourself in trouble or killed in the process of bringing him back.

“I’m so sorry, Mike…” you would often say to yourself, but he was listening. He so desperately wanted to hug you and tell you everything was okay, that he was still here with you, but he couldn’t. There wasn’t anything he could do to help you or stop you from what you were doing, including getting into fights with his brother, Steven. Anytime you two saw each other practically ended up with you two getting into some sort of fight, with you two getting injured afterwards. Mike always worried about both of you during these, and it didn’t help that he knew he was the cause of this pain and fighting.

You had everything you were going to need now to hopefully bring Mike back. You weren’t going to do what Steven did, using that… thing… no. You were going to do things differently.

“That should hopefully be everything…” you mumbled, walking up to Mike’s grave as he watched you. While he did want to come back and be with you again, he was afraid of how Steven would react to this. That is… if it worked.

“Please let this work…” you mumbled to yourself, Mike watching you with a worried look on his face, waiting in slight anticipation as you did... whatever it was, he wasn’t too sure. However, what felt like hours, but was only mere minutes, have passed, and nothing happened.

“Dammit..” you soon stood up, looking down at the grave before you. “Maybe I didn’t do it right..? No, that can’t be. I did everything I was supposed to!” You turned your back to the grave, holding your head in your hands. Mike frowned a bit in response, wanting to say something, to hug you… wait, what the hell?

“What is this..?” Mike looked down at himself, seeing his body covered in a bright light. “Oh this is going to be… interesting.” He managed to say before he was dragged underground. You, on the other hand, were still caught up in your own mind and rambles, until you felt a hand on your shoulder, making you flinch a bit in response.

“I didn’t scare you, did I, Y/n?” Your eyes widened as you heard that familiar voice that you knew and loved, tears welling up in your eyes as you turned around. It was him. He was back! You immediately hugged him, nearly knocking him down to the ground in the process.

“H..hey, hey, it’s okay..!” Mike laughed a bit as he hugged you back, holding you close to him. “I’m right here, Y/n…” you two didn’t move for a good few minutes, you crying into his chest with him holding you tightly.

“Come on, Y/n, let’s get out of here. You can catch me up on everything I missed at home, yeah?”

“Okay.” You were a little hesitant about letting him go, but you still held his hand as you two walked home. While Mike had already knew about everything that he had missed out on, since he had been keeping an eye on you even while he wasn’t physically around, but it was still nice to hold you and listen to you once again.

Once at home, Mike had gotten himself cleaned up and changed into clean clothes, you two had dinner and now resting on the couch, you catching him up on what he missed. Mike was intently listening as he cuddled with you, occasionally kissing your face here and there. However, there was one thing that worried him: Steven. How would he react..?

“Y/n…”

“Hmm?” You turned to face your boyfriend, who looked a bit nervous.

“I’m worried about how Steven will react to find out you’ve brought me back.”

“I won’t let him hurt you again, Mike. What he did was awful and wrong. You didn’t mean for the accident with Miki to happen.”

“I know but I still feel bad for him..”

“I know you do, but I will not let him hurt you again.” You took his hands into your own. “I promise.”

“Okay.. I trust you, Y/n.” Mike kissed your forehead softly, before pulling you close to him once more.

You had kept true to your word. Once Steven had found out that you had brought his brother back to life, he was a mix of emotions, happy, sad, rage… but you kept him from hurting Mike again, however… Steven didn’t want to hurt him again. The two brothers sort of made up, which caught you a bit off guard, but made you happy regardless.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Could you please do a fic where Steven and Mike from strangled red meet a reader from another region (preferably one with fairy type pokemon) and the two are either terrified or confused about the reader's pokemon, leading to them asking the reader questions like: "why does your pokemon look like that?" "What even is a fairy type?" And all that jazz

The moment I saw this request, the first fairy pokemon that came to mind was Klefki! So that'll be the chosen one <3

........

"Dude, why is your keyring so-?"

"Kiiii!!"

"Huh?!!" Mike took a huge step back, eyes widening as the large keyring hanging beside your door suddenly came to life. It lifted itself off the hook and did a little twirl, smiling at the dumbfounded brunette in front of it.

"Uh-"

"Klefki! What did I say about pranking our guests, hm?"

Hearing your voice, Klefki perked up and flew away from Mike, floating over to where you and Steven stood in the living room. You had just finished showing him your collection of badges, but the sight of your partner Pokémon startled him.

"What did you say that was..?" The longhaired trainer blinked.

"Klefki. The Keyring Pokémon." You introduced, turning to see it raise one appendage and hand you a key. "Thank you very much. You know, you're less stingy than usual today. I'll get you some pokepuffs after-"

"Wait, that's a Pokémon??"

"....is it really that shocking to you guys? Your region has Pokémon who look like eggs and pokeballs." Chuckling, you turned back to the two brothers who seemed so fixated on the levitating keyring--before they suddenly began scrambling to open their pokedexes, hoping there wasn't a sudden update they needed to catch up on.

"No. You two aren't missing anything."

They paused, now staring up at you.

"Klefki is originally from Kalos. You won't find them in those regional Kanto pokedexes."

Both of them blinked in realization, as though lightbulbs have simultaneously turned on upstairs before they bashfully put away their dexes. "Right, I forgot.." Steven awkwardly mumbled. "That's cool, though."

"Here. I got my regional Kalos dex." You decided to show them both Klefki's entry, letting the former champion take it into his hands while Mike leaned in closer to take a look.

All the while, you stood there patiently, amused at how their eyebrows furrowed as they read its description. They were acting like Pokémon researchers who just made a phenomenal discovery.

Then finally, after a long silence, Steven looked up at you.

"There's a "fairy" type? Is that a new thing?"

"It was the most recently-discovered type, but that was..........wait, you've never heard of them?" You blinked, seeing that his older brother had an equally confused expression. "Don't tell me that you, Kanto's first recorded champions, have never seen or battled a fairy type Pokémon in your life."

"........"

"........"

"What about Clefairy?"

"....that's a normal type according to our pokedexes." Mike frowned. "Is it a regional thing or-?"

"No, I...I'm working on my national dex. And it clearly states it's a fairy type." You huffed, realizing that these two poor uncultured souls didn't have a clue what you were talking about.

With a small sigh, you decided to sit on the couch, patting either side of you. "Come here, boys. I'm about to teach you allllll about fairy types. Because there's a lot you two need to catch up on if you wanna be "pokemon masters".

They both nodded and sat down, listening to your explanations about what fairy type Pokémon were, what they typically looked like, their weaknesses/strengths, etc.. You even presented them with the fairy feather you let Klefki hang onto.

Steven's eyes periodically wandered to your partner, who was noisily jingling its keys and grinning at him.

"So Steven...do you have any questions?"

"H-Huh? Oh, uh...yeah.." Snapping his attention back to you, he fidgeted with his hat. "You're saying its type advantages and disadvantages are all.....based off of fairytale stories?"

"Precisely." You nodded. "Fairies are strong against dark because they're typically good, and like the fighting type they triumph over evil."

"But they're also weak to fire because....?"

"Fire typically burns down their forests, but it's not one of their weaknesses. Fire Pokémon just resist Fairy Pokémon." Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Mike sheepishly raising his hand. "Yes, Mikey?"

"....you lost me on why steel types are supereffective against them.." He admitted with a nervous chuckle.

"In most myths, iron harms fairies because they're manmade material."

"....gotcha...wow.." Flopping back onto the couch, he sighed dramatically, trying to absorb all this information you've told them. "I mean, it's awesome that more Pokémon types are being discovered, but....dang...it's gotten more complicated, too."

"Yeah." Steven nodded, mimicking his posture. Although a moment later, he sat up and looked at you. "[Y/n]...you said fairies were supereffective against dragon types, right?"

"Correct." You nodded, wondering where he was going with this.

"...is Miki secretly a fire/dragon instead of fire/flying?" His eyes narrowed in suspicion and worry. "Because if I ever battle your Klefki, that might be a-"

"No, I can assure you that in every region Charizard is fire/flying....although some trainers have the mega stone called Charizardite X that could turn theirs into a fire and dragon type instead-"

"The Charizardwhat???" He gawked.

To that, all you could do was sigh and shake your head, becoming more amused by the second at how much the brothers didn't know. You felt like a Pokémon Professor at this rate.

'Oh jeez..I'll be here for a while..'

[an-idiot-in-a-costume]

Helloo :D I loved ur cg steven headcannons! Can you do mike ones as well?

I wrote this while eating cheezits lol

CAREGIVER Mike x AGE REGRESSOR reader

-loves giving you baths! Makes the water all for you and makes everything how you like it

-carries you EVERYWHERE and I mean it, gotta get down the stairs? You're in his arms immediately

-hums more than reading stories but will read to you if you request

-absolutely watches shows with you, his favorite to watch with you is definitely bluey

-adores cooking for you, Steven can't cool for shit lol

-not that good at doing hair, but he is good with outfits

Hope this was good! It was really fun to write :3

Curse this platform for not having any Mike gifs (img isn't by me)

[hunterwritesstuff]

Can I get separate headcanons of Mike, Steven, and Grey (possibly Glitchy Red, Blake, and Mt. Silver Red too, but these guys are completely optional and up to you) with a reader that casually refers to them as their husband? (They’re not married at all, but they are a couple)

Sure!

💧 You called him that while he was cleaning the dishes("Thanks for doing that for me, Husband!") and he immediately dropped the plate he was cleaning into waterfilled sink and spun around.

💧 He wasn't upset by any means! It just caught him off-guard!

💧 He was practically shaking after registering what you called him and was just. constantly making happy noises.

💧 He's gonna be OBNOXIOUSLY happy about this, I hope you know what rabbit hole you've gotten yourself into.

💧 He's happy nonetheless!

🔥 He pauses for a moment mid-walk.

🔥 "What did you just call me?"

🔥 With his way of speaking, you think you did something wrong and apologize, but he quickly scrambles to tell you you did nothing wrong.

🔥 Steven says he's fine with you calling him that, he was just surprised is all!

🔥 "If I'm your husband, does that mean we have to get a kid now?"

🔥 STEVEN, THAT'S NOT HOW IT WORKS.

🔥 You two get a lot closer, safe to say!

🐭 Grey is surprised at first, thinking you were talking to someone else(DESPITE THE FACT THAT NOBODY ELSE WAS IN THE BLOODY ROOM SOMEBODY HELP THIS POOR BOY).

🐭 When you explain you were talking to him, he straight up faints for a few moments.

🐭 When he comes to, he asks if you were joking around or if you were being serious.

🐭 He's used to people not liking him much, so he's constantly like "Are you sure???"

🐭 This poor boy.

🐭 Oh my God, this poor BOYY

🐭 He needs a lot of reassurance, but he's sweet!

🐭 Like, every valentines day, he tries to get you chocolates and delivers them while wearing A BOW TIE.

Hope ya enjoy!

[slimyalienfreak]

Cure For Heartbreak

(Mike x Reader) (+18)

Hey guys back here again with another janitor.ai not for you. This time I made one for the Mike fans. I kind of wanted to go down a slightly angsty yet comfort route so I ended up with this. Just to warn you I tested this bot before hand and it kind of took me a while to get to the main plot of the bot so when you try it please be patient with it. Anyways hope you like it.

This bot is strictly for NFSW/Smut related purposes so if you’re a minor/uncomfortable with that kind of stuff I suggest not using this bot.~Blaze/Dawn

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Name: Mike || Cure For Heartbreak

Request: Yes/No

Character: Mike

Scenario: Recently you and your ex had recently ended things. A few days ago you had found out that they had been cheating on you with someone else who you considered a friend and your heart was broken. You were trying to figure why they did and what went wrong your relationship with them. The worst thing was that it looked like they didn’t have any remorse and even if they did you felt like it was because you caught them. Ultimately you kicked them out not wanting to hear more and confided in your own feelings. Your best friend Mike noticed a change in your behaviour after receiving an upsetting text from you to which he learned the news. As much as he didn’t want to feel this he actually felt happy that this happened. To be honest he never liked your ex when you two were dating and especially now learning the news. But to keep the peace he didn’t express it. To be honest he actually found himself liking you but didn’t get the chance to confess. Now with your ex out of the way he figured he could express these emotions while comforting you.

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[charlottecutepie]

｡ꪆৎ ˚ Bully (Michael Afton x fem!reader)

while I'm writing fics with William (and making some people’s requests!), i decided to post Michael smut bc there’s lack of content about this boy :)

summary: you're mad at both Simon and Michael for not helping you with project. But guys only mock you, saying stupid jokes about your ex. Wait, was it you or Michael’s voice sounded rather… jealous?

tags: Michael is jealous and kind of possessive, bully!Mike, mention of break up, smut, vaginal sex, fingering, multiple orgasms, kind of rough sex?? (Michael can’t control himself), William Afton mentioned

"Stop smoking." in a loud, angry tone, you tell to a couple of guys beside. One of them turns around and blows smoke right in your face, laughing. "Fuck you, Simon."

"Don't tell me what to do, tuts," Simon frowns and leans against his friend Michael, who was busy reading comics, not paying attention to you. "You've been too nervous and angry lately." guy notices. "Is it because of your ex?"

"Of course, no dick and she's all worked up." Michael adds fuel to the fire without even bothering to turn to you. However, his back stiffened.

"What are you talking about? What does this have to do here? We have a fucking project together and I'm only one doing something, that's why I'm mad at you!"

Simon didn't answer because he just didn't know what to say. You were right. He and Michael didn't do shit, only you worked on the task. Simon just gave you a blank look, raising his eyebrows mockingly. There was a rage boiling inside you that almost made your face turn red.

"Ran after him like a tail." Michael lets out a strangled laugh, finally turning to you, his fingers clutching the comic. "You really loved that boy so much, didn't you?"

Now it's your turn to shut up. Insults and obscenities rise in your throat, threatening to jump out. Michael's face didn't flinch for a second as he continued to pierce you with blue eyes, as if trying to make you uncomfortable, which was puzzling. Michael has always been like this: aggressive, with cruel and stupid jokes, cheeky taunts. But why do his words sound like he's jealous now? Why so much attention to your personal life?

"You two are completely useless, I'll have to ask teacher to pair me with other students." you sigh, putting all your notes, notebooks, sunglasses in your bag, and the next second you leave both guys behind.

Their behavior, especially Simon, who was like Michael's faithful dog, doing everything just to get approval from its owner, infuriated and caused indignation. But more than that, you were hurt their comments about your personal life. Your ex has nothing to do with it.

You go back to school walking through empty corridors since classes have already ended. Of course, you'd have been home a long time ago, too, but thanks to a couple of jerks, you're stuck here until tonight. You angrily punch Michael's school locker, ripping off the poster of his favorite rock band.

"Fuck you, Michael Afton!" you swear, crumpling the poster in your hands and throwing it on the floor.

You had no idea that someone was following you slowly and carefully through the corridors.

Upset and frustrated, you enter lady's bathroom, go to the mirror and look at yourself carefully. Why, you think, he broke up with me? What happened between us?

You straighten your hair, carefully laying it on your shoulders, without interrupting eye contact with your reflection. You need to push these thoughts away, now is not the best time for self-reflection, you need to gather your strength and finish this damn project.

You try to find something in your bag as you take out a lip gloss from your makeup bag. And again feeling of sadness and longing comes through. Now it feels wrong and hurtful whenever you look at that gloss. Your boyfriend always liked it when you applied it. And now it's a painful reminder that will haunt you for a long time. It's just not fair.

Just when you're about to throw that lip gloss in the trash, someone comes into the bathroom. You think it's another girl, so you don't pay attention.

"It was my favorite poster." Michael's voice is slightly angry. An unpleasant surprise is reflected on your face as you turn to him, pressing lip gloss to your chest. This is definitely not what you expected to see in the women's bathroom.

"What the fuck are you doing here?!" you hiss at Afton, looking him up and down. "You've been following me?"

"Knowing what a crybaby you are, it was the right decision." Michael shoves his hands into the pockets of his ripped jeans, leaning against the wall. "What if you went to hang yourself? And then Simon and I would be accused of driving to suicide."

"Stop your idiotic jokes at least now! Can't you see that I feel too bad?" you grit your teeth and frown. Your voice sounds offended. Michael's behavior has always been infuriating, but now it crosses all boundaries.

"My father taught me that if a girl is upset, she needs to be supported. That's how all gentlemen behave." the young man says with a sneer.

"Fuck you and your dad, Mike," you shout. "you're just like him, you selfish jerk!"

"Mmm," Michael nods, grinning. "the apple doesn't fall far from the tree."

You are silent again, not knowing what to say to this insolence. Does Afton really think that in eyes of other people, he's all cool and cocky? Doesn't he realize how stupid his behavior is? Yes, he is certainly a copy of his dad, Mr. Afton, but with a slight difference. The last one has at least some brains.

"My eyes are up here, honey," Michael grins, noticing your gaze. You blink in surprise, raising an eyebrow. "Come on, aren't you ashamed of yourself?"

"I didn't even look there, you idiot." you fold your arms over your chest and turn away, lifting your chin. That's when Michael pushes you against the wall, towering over you.

"Sure." he can't help but smile stupidly. "I must say, you have beautiful eyes, princess. That's what he called you, right?" there was something wrong with Michael's intonation, even this mockery sounded like he wanted to hurt not you, but himself. There was definitely a hint of jealousy in the young man's tone, although you didn't pay attention to it.

With every action and word of Michael, anger grows inside you, which has been accumulating all this time. And then the mixture of all the negative emotions finally reaches the top. You can't get over how much of an asshole Michael is. You'd do anything to shut him up, just to show him his place. But it doesn't take much time, the anger breaks out. Putting the lip gloss back in the bag, you raise your hand and slap Michael hard in the face.

Afton's cheek burns from your blow, it hurts unpleasantly so it takes him a couple of seconds to come to his senses, then he raises his head at you. His hand instantly reaches for the red mark, stroking it to ease the pain. Yes, it was insulting, even a little humiliating, but again he hides it behind an arrogant and satisfied grin.

However, his next words are strangely surprising.

"You know what?" Michael says in a calm voice. "That was hot."

You look at him, not even hiding your disgust at his words. Michael is such an asshole, even much worse than Simon and their two other bully friends. No wonder why Afton is the leader of their stupid bully four.

Just as you're about to slap him again, Afton grabs your wrist, pulling you closer to him. Your eyes widen with shock from his his behavior, you try to break free. Your heart is beating faster from misunderstanding. Being in the hands of a bully, in such an intimate position, when anyone can enter here, makes the situation even more dangerous.

"How stupid of him to lose a beautiful girl like you," Michael whispers, looking at your face, at how your lips are trembling. "I'll repeat, my father taught me to support when girl is sad." the last thing he says before leaning in for a kiss.

For a second, everything in your body, especially brain, stopped working, you froze. Even though Michael is holding you, you don't even try to pull away. Afton's actions become bolder because he sees no resistance, so he tries to get his tongue into your mouth. And that's when you finally realize what's going on and push him away.

"Fuck off, you idiot." you mumble, looking at him point-blank.

"I see that such support isnt enough." Michael bares his teeth and pushes his knee right between your legs what makes your skirt rise a little. At that moment, you blush and try to pull it back, but Michael's hand stops you.

You froze in another shock from another sudden kiss. You expected him to do everything but that. You try to push him away, but it's hard to get out of his grip. Or is it you who's fighting too weakly? At first kiss doesn't seem so pleasant, but then Michael deepens it as his hand moves to your waist, hugging you. The kiss gets more intense when you start responding, your body melts under Afton's touch. You don't even have time to keep up with your thoughts, confused by your own actions.

His lips suddenly feel so warm and pleasant which makes you want more, crave even more of this feeling: to be held like this, to be kissed like this even if it's Michael damn Afton. You wrap your arms around his neck, kissing him harder. This isn't what you planned when you went here.

When he pulls away from you, you are in oblivion, heat is burning inside. Michael looks at you hungrily, not understanding why you responded. He lets you go and you stumble away from him, but after a moment your back hits wall. You're trying to figure out what just happened. Did he really just kissed you? And you responded with same? Why did this happen at all? There are more questions than answers.

Your heart is pounding as you stare at him, into his eyes, trying to read the answers in them. He caught you off guard, but you didn't push him off right away, you even started responding. The bitter truth is that you liked it more than you wanted to admit. The way he kisses, kind of rude but so hot… It caused an exciting pleasant feeling. But you don't understand how you can be attracted to this bully, in fact, a tormentor, a brute. All thoughts are fucked up and your legs feel like cotton wool.

Michael is elated to see the confusion on your face.

"Little miss hard-to-get," he says, running a finger over his lips. "always trying to be unapproachable." you're staring at him, heart is still pounding from the kiss. You can't find words. Michael feels your vulnerability and it only gives him confidence. "Don't pretend you didn't like it," he says with a sly grin. "I know it by the way you melt in my arms.

So he's also a romantic. However, he sucks at making tremulous speeches.

Feeling of annoyance reappears.

You try to deny it, but deep inside you know that Michael's words are true. You hate what's happening, what you've gotten yourself into. You blame yourself for enjoying it. A feeling of incomprehensible and inexplicable resentment grows inside: why couldn't HE make you feel like this? Why does it have to be Michael? It's unfair.

It's wrong to be aroused by Michael, to feel a pleasant tingling in the lower belly. Wrong, you keep telling yourself. You need to slap that cocky face one more time and get out of here. Forget about everything that just happened.

Why the hell does it have to be Michael? You have to act like this with your boyfriend, it's almost cheating. But a second later, a bitter realization comes to your clouded mind. Right… You don't have a boyfriend anymore.

Michael sees the contradiction on your face and decides to try his luck, as if reading your mind.

"Maybe I'm the one you should be with," he leans closer. "I mean look at me," he says, pointing at himself. "I'm handsome, confident and I know how to treat a girl." he chuckles softly.

No way! You shake your head trying to come to your senses. You know what he's doing, trying to manipulate emotions by hitting on your weak spot: ex. But for some reason, you don't deny his words. It's strange, the feeling of impermanence, misunderstanding is infuriating. And Michael is like some kind of drug right now that you can't resist. Your palms sweating.

You're trying to regain your composure, push him away. But you don't don't strength, especially moral one, to do that. So you just look into his blue eyes, trying to understand the strange feeling inside.

"Have you been jealous all this time?" you ask, without realizing the question yourself, now you are acting only on emotions.

That's when the picture finally starts to show up… Michael's words, actions. All those stares, all those sneers. It was Michael's jealousy, which he could only show in this way.

"Jealous?" he repeats, his eyes widen slightly at your question. Michael was even surprised that you understood so quickly. "You have a rich imagination."

But you know better now. You didn't notice it at all before, spending all your time with your boyfriend. But others, especially Michael's friends, noticed the way he looked at you. Now it's getting clearer, now you see it. He was motivated and is still by something more than just hatred and the desire to mock you forever.

"Don't lie, you're really jealous." it seems that your words hurt him more than you thought. He looks away, staring at the floor.

"Maybe," Michael admits quietly. "maybe i am."

You feel a strange sense of victory, realizing that you've figured out reason of his stupid behavior. But at the same time, you feel guilty. You shouldn't like how the situation is developing and where it's all leading.

When you look into Michael's eyes, the tension only increases. It's as if all the pent-up emotions have been spilling out for so long, turning into an inexplicable lump that confuses both of you.

Suddenly his hands pull your hips closer to him, and you feel his erection through his pants. You both sigh from the close contact. Michael leans in kissing you again, his fingers sliding under your t-shirt, tracing the outline of your breasts. You moan softly into his mouth. Afton pulls away and begins to cover your chin line with hot, wet kisses, then your neck. You tilt your head back, closing your eyes, surrendering to the sensations. You don't want to think so you drive common sense and thoughts away.

Michael slips his fingers behind your bra, unbuttoning it. After that, he gently rolls your nipple in his mouth, sucking on it a little. You exhale, clutching at his hair. This is madness, it's impossible to stand it anymore. Michael's lips leave a trail of passionate kisses along your collarbone, his fingers teasingly descend to your stomach. He stops for a moment to look at you, a smirk playing on his lips.

"You know," he begins, his voice already hoarse with arousal. "I can get any girl I want."

You bite your lip, trying not to show how much you enjoy it. You realize that Michael is just trying to play on your nerves.

"Yeah?" you ask, trying to hide a groan. "Then what makes me so special?"

Michael grins darkly, his fingers tracing your sensitive nipple.

"I don't know," he replies, and gets a menacing look from you that says he's about to get a smack on head. "Maybe it's because you're so damn sexy when you play hard to get."

His compliments and flirting, if you can call it so, are pretty stupid and dumb, but then why do they cause pleasant goosebumps that cover the whole body? You want this. You need him. You can feel desire intensifying with every second, body craves his touch. You turn to face the wall, pressing your butt against his hard-on, letting him know exactly what you want, even though Michael understood everything a long time ago. And he wants the same thing.

"That's it," he breathes, giving you a kiss on the neck. "You want me to fuck you, don't you?"

"Yes," you're squirming. "I want you to fuck me." you meet his gaze, giving him puppy eyes.

Without wasting a second, he lowers his hand down, his fingers push your soaked panties aside, exposing your already dripping pussy to the cool air.

"God, you're so fucking wet…"

Michael's fingers slide between your folds, exploring your wet cunt. Your knees are buckling, and you have to lean against the wall to keep your balance. Michael smiles slyly, his fingers sweetly toying with your clit. You're whimpering, snuggling up against him, pushing up your skirt. He sighs noisily, thrusting two fingers into you at once, sliding them deeper and deeper inside, stretching you as your body shudders with pleasure.

"Lovely, such a good girl." he mutters, still moving his fingers. "cum for me, cum on my fingers." he whispers.

You grab onto the wall as a pleasant shiver runs through your whole body. Michael continues to stimulate your clit, making you arch. And you reach the peak, your body shivers.

"I've wanted you for so long." his hand turns your face to him, Michael looks deep into your eyes. "Your ex," he says in a low and angry voice. "he's a loser, a real idiot, because he couldn't satisfy you. That's why you're here, with me, in my arms."

Your desire is mixed with guilt, realizing what Michael is hinting at. You think you've somehow betrayed your ex by falling into the hands of someone else. But it's not like that. And Michael will prove it to you.

"You're mine now. That bastard missed his chance." Michael says, pressing his lips to yours.

As soon as Michael's words reach you, he straightens up and pulls your body closer, spreading your legs. He rubs his hard cock against your wet entrance and you shudder again in anticipation, responding to his caresses.

Michael pushes inside you, trying to stifle the desire to fuck you hard and rough, to make you cry, to make you forget that you ever dated anyone before him. Jealousy devours him and a disgusting picture forms in his brain… of you hugging and kissing HIM. But not Michael.

He stops, he pulls almost out only to slam back inside again, this time much deeper. Your walls tighten around his cock, waves of pleasure overwhelm both of you. Michael exhales loudly, squeezes your hips and picks up speed, furiously driving into you.

He can't control himself.

You scream into your own fist, all thoughts of the wrongness of the situation disappear, Michael hits all the right places, causing you to moan sweetly. Each hard thrust echoes with vulgar sound of skin slapping against skin, which only excites you both more. Michael holds you tightly, fucking you as you move your hips in response to his thrusts. The orgasm grows again, a tight knot of pleasure twists in your lower abdomen.

"Michael, I'm… I'm gonna!…" you whimper.

Michael growls in response, already breaking into a wheeze. Sweat rolls off his forehead and he frowns as he continues to ruin your sweet pussy. He likes to hear you lose touch with the world around, knowing full well that he's reason of it. Pushing into you harder and faster, he lowers his hand between your legs, finding your clit with his thumb, ripping off another moan from you.

You cry, arching your back, his finger starts tracing your sensitive nub. The additional stimulation pushes you to the limit, your pussy walls clenches hard around his dick. Orgasm hits you like a wave, forcing you to swallow air.

But even when you're shaking from overstimulation, Michael doesn't stop. He continues to thrust, desperately driving deeper, already reaching your cervix, determined to show you what good sex is. Aggression, jealousy and resentment flare up inside him, regardless of the fact that you're completely his now, he cannot contain his emotions. He grabs you by the neck, squeezing just a little. Michael buries his nose in your hair, hiding his face in it and breathing heavily.

Michael fucks you so hard, so furiously, so fast that there's lack of air in your chest.

"His cock wasn't good as mine?" he pulls back slightly, leaving a kiss on your shoulder. It's like he purposely leaves bite marks and kisses to make sure that you really belong only to him.

You can't think, your eyes roll back in pleasure. You can only mumble plaintively to yourself.

"Yes! Your cock is so good, so good!. . ." you admit between ragged breaths. Michael smiles dreamily, feeling a sense of triumph, such recognition fills him with pride.

"That's right, baby," he bites your earlobe. "all you need is me."

The pleasure becomes all-consuming, hitting right into brain. Michael growls raggedly, feeling that hes also close. Another orgasm snaps in you, a discharge passes through your body. Mike also reaches his climax. His body is shaking. He pulls out of you at the last moment, cumming on the wall, moaning through clenched lips.

Both of you are just standing there, panting and trying to come to your senses. But you feel weak, still not understanding a single bit of what happened. You almost fall, but Michael holds you tight, both bodies sweaty and hot. Michael closes his eyes, breathing down your neck. Unlike you, he is aware and understands well what happened because he planned it all. Anger leaves him, but not jealousy. Michael is a very jealous person, especially when it comes to you.

The muscles begin to relax, a pleasant fatigue covers your body. Suddenly you feel his teeth digging into your neck, leaving a small painful bite. Michael runs his tongue over the small wound, at the same time his hands begin to squeeze your breasts, as if he is afraid to let you go.

"You're disgusting." you're mumbling.

"I take after my father." Michael answers you, not hiding the joy in his voice.

Though Michael will throw away the lip gloss anyway.

[2222bad]

TURKEY, GREENS, AND…

[you made dinner, but mike is hungry for something else…] | 2.1k words

WARNINGS: fem! reader , sexual themes , fingering , oral (f! receiving) , penetration , dirty talk , another size kink if you squint

[1991]

he’d called a few hours ago to let you know he’d be home late. you’d thought, by the grace of something holy, you’d be fast asleep by the time he slips into bed with you, but it becomes clearer as the night grows heavier that you too had begun to adapt to michael’s nocturnal tendencies. perhaps begrudgingly, you are wide awake. so you wait for him while your cornbread cools by the oven, still hot from the turkey dinner you made while he was gone, flicking aimlessly through the late night channels, legs curled under you until, well past midnight, you hear his key turn in the door.

he seems surprised to see you bumbling to the foyer, displaying you’d been strong enough to wait up. and he seems quite pleased by it, wrapping his arms around you and dipping you in love.

you beam at his sleepy doting. “hi, baby.”

“hi, angel,” he muses, capturing your lips in a devout kiss. “i didn’t wake you did i?”

you shake your head, nuzzle against him, the heady scent of him slipping into your nose and warming every nerve. his cologne, sweet hair oil, the perfect treat he was for you. “i missed you.”

“i missed you more,” he answers. his voice low, tired. his fingers squeeze you closer like he wants to bring you somewhere.

you size him up, arms secure around his neck. “did you eat at all while you were over there?”

he chuckles boyishly, already used to the question, and the repercussions of fibbing to get out of it. “no. we didn’t have time.”

you figured just as much, but could strangle bill and ted anyway. “well, i’ll heat up dinner for you, baby, you must be starving.”

you fail to notice that his grip on you doesn’t fall away easy. the fabric of your shirt, that he so aptly attempts to grab a hold of, slips urgently through his fingers and that’s when he notices. that’s his shirt. one of his collared button-downs draped over you like a nightgown.

those ardent eyes trail after you on the way through the house like you were a pie wafting on a windowsill. his bottom lip disappears beneath his teeth, seemingly staving off temptation.

“smells good, baby,” he says as casually as he can muster it and his ‘good’ comes out like gary, indiana snuck in through the backdoor and yawned back into his bones. you hum into a smile, the sound melting you delightfully like a popsicle on the fourth of july.

“it’s the cornbread,” you simper, bare feet padding onto the clear kitchen tiles. you bend into the fridge light. the tail of michael’s shirt betrays you, giving way to a glimpse of your panties. “your mom gave me the recipe for her turkey and greens. did you want all of it?” then, in the drawer at your hips, silverware clink and dink in your fingers, the large dinner plate you had wrapped in foil sat right beside you on the kitchen island. “i can just give you the turkey if you don’t want the whol—“

your face flushes a becoming red, surprise beams all the way down to the tips of your toes. you shift and feel nearly every inch of michael, spread out and solid, against your body through the fierce strain in his pants. you laugh, you think, but it comes out like a twist between a gasp and a gulping sound. you feel michael’s hands sneak around your waist, pulling you into his needy embrace, his mouth bending to your skin, sweeping onto your neck with gluttonous kisses.

you find his hands with yours, eyes fluttering closed to the heat of his touch. “don’t you want dinner?”

he doesn’t respond, just slips his hands beneath his shirt. slow palms wipe your skin with a sweetness, finding your breasts bare as he tenderly cups them. the shirt raises, exposing your near nakedness below.

“aren’t you hungry, baby?” you try again, though your voice only sighs meekly, cowering your head back onto his collarbone. tension quickly falls from you.

“‘s not what i’m hungry for,” he replies, simply, still mouthing along your neck.

“baby…”

he hums into your shoulder, sending vibrations dipping all down your body like it was a line on the telephone.

“you look so good in my shirt.” the ‘good’ dancing out again like sipping iced tea on the rickety back porch.

his skin grazes your nipples delectably, the decadence makes you want to fill your mouth with something. his unoccupied hand sweeps down your belly. you welcome his fingers slipping beneath the band of your panties.

“mm mm mm,” he marvels at the feel of you with a shake of his head. your neck now slick with the remnants of his tongue.

michael places his weight on your back, sandwiching you between his fingers making a mess of you and his dick gliding against the fabric still covering you from behind. your moans come out weakly, his arms like a harness for you to lean into as you slip your hips back and forth, grinding on each other.

“i’ve always wanted t’…t’ do it here,” he whispers, huskily.

“me too…” and you have. you often imagined it like this, after dona would go for the day, just the two of you, making love, hands begging for mercy against the counter, and finding nothing to grab.

you shiver against him. he swipes deep between your legs with his middle finger. slick stains his skin.

that was all he needed. his shoe nudges your heels as he slides it in between your feet and you tip toe your legs apart, the way you open feels serene in his baptized hands. “that’s it…that’s it, baby…my baby…” he coos, coaxing you. his open mouth huffing like a furnace. “you gonna give it to me?”

your hands cup the edge of the marble, wordless.

“hm?”

your temples sweat as you nod your answer. “mhm.”

his hand rebounds, wetting your belly as he pulls it away. that sweet ache he leaves you with sends a whine up throat.

“bend over.”

you had no time, no desire, to question what’d gotten into him, like a hound on a leash, you obey. he kneels down, observing your thighs quivering with the strain of arousal. his touch is light and ticklish as his hands sail up the back of your legs, pushing his shirt over your hips and effortlessly dragging your panties down. he, with his manners shining, stretches the fabric in his fingers so you can step out of them, expanding the dark spot where you soaked through. with a light pull on your shin, he beckons you around.

seeing him down on one knee sent your heartbeat seething through you. you pulse, flowering like his face was the sun. he brings your foot up to his knee, resting the sole on it. you watch him wet three fingers in his mouth, a concentrated lust brewing. he touches you gently, spreading your lips apart like he was searching for a jewel. he smiles when he finds it. but he doesn’t let himself win it yet.

he flicks his gaze up at you and then down at her, like he was proud of it. “pretty girl…” he whispers, his tongue peaking out from between his perfect smiling teeth.

he lifts his head to you, slowly, pointedly, zig zagging his tongue from the bottom to the top, humming his eyes shut as your scent envelops him. heavy, sweet, the tip of his tongue now covered in your slick pool. his sweet mouth seals around your clit, sucks and licks, one hand cradles your ankle, the other stabilizes your trembling hip. he swallows the longing as it spills down his throat.

“oh—michael—y-yes.” your hands sweep into his hair, not pulling, but leading the loose curls into your fists, massaging his head like a house cat. “yes,” you whimper, rocking into his tongue, feeling so good, feeling so free. it’s your house and you can have your man; your pop-star; the king between your legs, in your kitchen, whenever you so please.

his eyes open, eyelashes aflutter, as he guides his fingertips to your throbbing core, already clutching around the idea of him. it’s easy, when he slides each of them inside and curls deftly. two of his knuckles bend into your ridged wall, petting you in all ways. you keep your hands in his hair, breathlessly moaning, stepping onto his thigh deeper with each nudge of his fingers and tongue, each suckle from his lips. your mouth slacks as you come, body elated and shaking while he sucks it up, still caressing you inside until you keel over his head, his mouth berating you to bliss like an incessant drum. then, he stops, soft and loving, giggling under your belly.

you let him up, the muscles in your abdomen utterly spent.

“you alright, baby?” he cups your face in his talented hands, gazing into your eyes. his smile smug. triumphant.

“y-yes,” you pant.

his thumb brushes over your lips. gentle. “you want more?”

you answer like a girl possessed, “yes.”

what time was it? what did it matter? the food? oh…you forgot all about that.

“you want it right here?”

he peers into your eyes, they’re flooded with silent pleading.

“i want it right here,” you echo, lips parted, words pour out of you like a most desperate beg.

his lips collapse into yours, the kisses between you quick and clouded by passion. your hands tug fabric from his pants, knocking into tight muscles, soft and smooth on your fingers. his zipper lowers with a high pitched grind, his lips all over you, wildly claiming skin as your breath sweeps out of you in gusts. michael kisses down your neck and licks back up the muscle, closing his mouth around your earlobe.

his hands grab and spin you, pressing his palm to your lower back. as you lay your chest flat to the surface, you look at him, his eyes cast down to the pearling between your legs.

“mmm…baby.” he eases against the opening. you part for him without any toil and he rocks you into a dream, one so entangled in love.

tears fill your eyes to accompany your whimpering at the depth of him. all of his girth barely squeezing inside, especially not from this angle. your body arches into whatever irrepressible sensation he gives. you love him, you thought, you love him so much.

his hips speed. quicker and quicker, but loving all the same. his hands cull your body up to drape his head against your shoulder. with his hold on you, you can feel his heart beating. you can feel it everywhere. in a sudden bite of passion, you drag your knee up on the counter edge and he groans, edging deeper inside.

“you don’t understand what you do to me.” he begins to chant into your ear, sweating from all his longing. “you don’t understand…” he shakes his head, his voice a broken plea. “you don’t understand, baby.”

you hook your arm around his head, your folded shirtsleeve drooping up on your bicep. you pull him in, looking deeply into his doe eyes.

“make me…make me understand—i—i wanna—ah—understand.” your breath comes out in hitches, sucking the air from your words.

a soft growl rumbles from him. the heat from his body, the heat from his thrusts grasping you, trampling every thought and function. he rolls his fingers around your clit and you quiver inside. again and again and again until you’re whimpering.

“c’mon, baby, c’mon, baby.” he hooks onto your mouth, the kiss deep and fast as you tighten into orgasm, a spasm tumbling around his throbbing width. slowly reopening, unable to recover, you feel yourself spill over, slipping and shaking along his length like grooving waves. your leg gently comes down as he empties you with a quickness. he holds your gasping body close to him as he pumps his length, wet with your arousal, and comes into his fist.

the afterglow looks hazy, sleepy, and smiling. your hands rub his face affectionately, your lips kiss the corner of his mouth. “you want your dinner now?”

michael lets out a noise that resembles a snort. you look at him with a confused smile…you’re not joking.

[marxthedumdum]

silly lil steven headcanons i have in mind that i wanted to show for no particular reason

▧ bro is beefy (can be either buff or dadbod) and is hairy asf. never shaves. stinky. worn out clothes. his hair at this point would be very long and, although fluffy, is very tangly and messy, it prob has knots everywhere ▧ cis man, biromantic, heterosexual n dark skinned ▧ old ass man, hes 40. but keeps his appearance when he was in his late 20s or 30s thanks to missingno fucking with his ass ▧ he regrets absolutely nothing abt strangling mike, thinking he deserved it. (with his bare hands instead of commanding miki to do so like in the og pasta) though whenever he sees a vision of his brother he'd try to make the 'ghost' go away by screaming/flailing at it, which is why his house is so broken since he sometimes punched the wall or anything in his abode super hard ▧ he still worries abt how the pallet town residents are doing, especially daisy oak, red and blue. so he sometimes stalks the town to see if theyre still having a good life without him even after what he has done ▧ sometimes he would come across red and blue having their own little rivalry with each other, just like he and Mike. he thought it wouldve been so awesome to battle blue if the whole incident didnt happen (then watch red beat blue's ass 2 seconds later after blue takes the champion title from him LMFAOOO) ▧ his team before the incident would be miki, nidoking, gyarados, raichu, gengar and snorlax ❥ ALR THATS ALL MY GENERAL HCS FOR HIM NOW UHHHHHH, CRIMSONOAK/STEVEN X READER HCS. ❥ he hugs like a bewear and would (accidentally) break your spine in the hug like one too, i hope youre able to take his hugs because he'll hug you A LOT ❥ give him a ton of kisses, especially on the cheek, and he'll blush SO hard ❥ he would let you style his hair (if you ask him ofc), daisy def has done smth sily with it like giving him pigtails or giving him her hairstyle (but long cuz steven's hair is, well, way longer than daisy's) :333 ❥ if you can give this man a shower or a bath i beg of you PLEASE do. as i said, this dude stinky af- ❥ he still has miki but will never let her be out of her pokeball in front of his partner in fear that you/daisy would go 'holy shit what is that thing???? get it away from me!!!" before running off ❥ the type of guy that will try his best to cook food for you sometimes, whether its breakfast, dinner or just to give you a snack. (he usually burns the food LMAO (be proud of him >:()) ❥ if you can teach him how to make macarons he'll be so fucking excited (theyre one of his fav foods next to deep-fried food :3c (hes a foodie guy)) ❥ he would get insane zoomies when he sees daisy, bros down bad and head-over-heels for her ❥ before his downfall, steven def has and often tried to flirt with daisy with (cringy) pick up lines, even before dating and after their relationship became official LOL- he doesnt do it anymore though pensive emoji ❥ would pick you/daisy up and give piggyback rides for the shits and giggles ❥ he sometimes gives daisy uhhh, daisies as a small gift as it reminds him of her. he would do the same to you if you also have a kind of flower as your name (like rose, blossom etc.) ❥ if youre poc/lgbtq+ etc. and someone was being racist/homophobic/transphobic etc. to you, steven would go hunt them down and give them the worst beating theyve ever experienced and could even die from that (do you know that one reddit post abt a guy who beat up someone for kicking his cat? thats him and daisy/you teehee)

[adarafaelbarba]

Officer Down

Pairing: Mike Duarte x Reader (reader’s pov)

Fandom: Law and Order SVU (season 24)

Trigger warnings: Character death (not how he died though. Cause that’s too brutal for this).

An: This has plagued my mind since we lost him, and I need to get it out of my system asap! Please read with caution though! 🫣❤️ We’ll miss you Captain Duarte 🥺💔❤️

Based on this song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jkvjx9CCdRo

Red and blue lights cover 213 W 30th St like a train Miles of cars, full of people with nothing to say

Your hands fidgeted as you sat next to Liv in the back of the black SUV, an old habit that you’d picked back up from being on the job. Even more so now with the current situation.

“You ready, y/n?” She asked, her voice muffled by all the thoughts flashing through your mind. The last moments you’d had with him. “y/n?”

Looking up at your Captain, eyes filled with tears, you bit back a sob, “I don’t want to say goodbye to him, cause that means moving on.”

She let out a soft sigh at that, hugging you, telling you you’d always have him with you.

He’d found it endearing, watching you get nervous, had called it cute, his face lighting up in a smile when you blushed. You’d missed that smile, the way his dimples showed, his head falling back when he laughed. His laugh…You’d miss that too.

The sun's out, you'd think that it's just another November day Oh and I can't help but be mad, knowing I'll leave and you're gonna stay

Stopping outside the church, you and Liv got out, followed by Grace and Joe. Sonny, Terry, Fin and Amanda following close behind. Once on the sidewalk you fixed your uniform, flattening out the creases.

The entire area was filled with officer, all clad in uniform, and all there to take part in the funeral.

When they spotted you, they all got up in attention, Chief McGrath barking out orders, all of them presenting arms. It was almost as if you were the one they were honoring, that you’d been the one to die. And in a sense you had, if only a small part of you when Mike died

They called me on a cell phone Telling me there's an officer down And we prayed for a miracle, but you didn't come back around Oh, I've kissed you goodbye a thousand times But never like I'm doing right now

Oh, with twenty-one shots going up for the officer down

Never in your life did you think you’d be here. Least of all alive, in place of a spouse, ready to take farewell with their serving spouse. The engagement ring burning on your fingers as you walked past them all, a reminder of what could’ve been. Your squad following close behind should anything happen.

Tears threaten to spill again, but you do your best to hold them back, lifting your head bravely.

When you get to the end of the line, McGrath stands there, stoic as always. You stop in front of him, offering your hand, “Thank you, Tommy, for this, all of this. Miguel would’ve hated all this for him.” A tear laugh escaped your lips, followed by a strangled sob.

“I’m just happy we could honor him, y/n.”

You shared a quick handshake, then you pulled him in for a hug, needing to be anchored before tears spilled again, not that you were really succeeding in holding them back.

I begged you to throw out that t-shirt that I sleep in now And badge number 0477 is all over town And people keep asking if there's anything they can do But no one can give me back you

“If there’s ever anything, y/n, anything at all, don’t hesitate to ask.” He sounded sincere, and you knew he was, but what you really wanted couldn’t be given. So you simply nodded, thanking him before you walked up the rest of the steps to the church.

They called me on a cell phone Telling me there's an officer down And we prayed for a miracle, but you didn't come back around Oh, I've kissed you goodbye a thousand times But never like I'm doing right now Oh, with twenty-one shots going up for the officer down

The service was beautiful. Some of his guys said a few words. Grace spoke. And then you did, through tears, taking one last goodbye with the man you loved.

Once you’d finished speaking, you walked down the few steps to the casket, leaning down to press your forehead on it, the hand that had your wedding ring on, while also holding his dog tag and wedding ring on a chain, pressed against the casket too.

I held ya tight when they told me it's time to let go And I know that somehow you knew that you weren't alone

Someone’s hand rested on your shoulder, telling you it was time. But you didn’t let go, tears flowing freely now, not caring who saw. “Come back to me Miguel.” You whispered, begging him.

“y/n, it’s time.” Liv said softly, her hand rubbing your shoulder.

They called me and told me It's my officer down And I talked to you and begged you, but you didn't come back around

“Please, Miguel—please come back to me, I can’t do this without you.” You begged, clutching anything you could hold onto, whispering into the void to please give you back your one true love.

Oh, I kissed you goodbye a thousand times But never like I'm doing right now

You finally pressed your lips to the casket, “te amo, mi vida.” The silence that had previously been in the room broke as you let out a sob, at last allowing yourself to cry over him.

Oh, with twenty-one shots going up I wish you had more time with us 'Cause thirty-three years ain't enough for the officer down

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[tateypots]

To Keep You Safe

18+ only, minors DNI

Summary: Joel returns home weak and exhausted after a strenuous patrol, you are anxiety ridden waiting for his return, you comfort each other the way only you can.

A/N: Written for @justagalwhowrites Joel Miller Birthday Celebration. I picked Jackson Joel and the theme is hurt/comfort.

2.6K words

Warnings: Joel Miller x reader, established relationship, smut, cock warming, unprotected piv, joint showering, dirty talk, slight daddy kink (one mention). No violence but allusions to minor injuries, past and present.

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‘They’ve spotted horses from the wall!’ Ellie all but screamed at you through the open door of the greenhouse before turning on her heel and sprinting towards the gates. The plant you had been repotting slipped from your hands, compost spilling over the ground as you followed suit, running after her as fast as your legs could carry you, simultaneously trying not to get your hopes up and contain the rising panic that had threatened to engulf you for the last few days. It had to be them. Please, please let it be them…

A small crowd was already forming at the gates by the time you arrived, Hank and Mike trying to corral everyone back away from the two rugged figures on horseback making their entrance into Jackson. The relief that flooded you when you saw it was indeed them nearly had your legs giving way. Hank spotted the pair of you running like mad women and moved to block your path. He dove for Ellie and grabbed hold of her. Taking advantage of his distraction you dodged easily, grinning at her yells of “let go of me asshole!” as you careened full pelt into Joel just as he completed his dismount. He let out a strangled grunt but didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around you in a vice like grip. From behind you, you heard scuffling and a strained “we need to check em for bites,” followed by a yelp in pain and a few seconds later you felt the impact of Ellie throwing herself into Joel’s torso. One of his arms released you, grabbing her to hold her tight to him as well. Leaving your arms around his neck and head pressed into his chest you angled your lower body away from his torso allowing Ellie to snake an arm round his midriff before you settled back against the both of them. He let out a contented sigh, both his girls safe in his arms.

You lifted your head to peer over Joel’s shoulder, seeing Tommy and Maria locked in a similar embrace. As they broke apart Tommy looked over at you and you reached an arm out to him, he grabbed your hand in his and held tightly. He looked awful. Covered in filth and blood and radiating exhaustion. You released his hand and pushed back slightly from Joel to see he was in a similar state. They’d set out on a routine patrol and radioed back a few hours in that they had spotted two men and they were going to check them out to make sure they weren’t a threat. That had been the last you’d heard from them for a week.

You were desperate to know what had happened but recognised now wasn’t the time. “I sure am glad to see your faces but you assholes scared the fucking shit out of us. You get a pass for today but tomorrow you are both in serious trouble.” Joel huffed out a laugh at you as he pulled you back in to place a kiss to your forehead as Ellie released him from her death grip and moved over to place Tommy into it instead.

“Guys you know the procedure, we got to check em for bites,” you heard Hank behind you.

“Don’t worry Hank, I’m gona get Joel naked as soon as he’s in the house, I promise I’ll report back,” you promised him with a wink as Ellie muttered, “gross!”

Hank started sputtering like his brain was misfiring as a deep red blush crept over his face.

“It’s fine Hank, do you really think that Tommy or Joel would come back in here if there was any chance they’d been infected?” Maria finally stepped in, rescuing him from his embarrassed floundering. “We’ll check them ourselves just to be sure but there’s no way either of them would put anyone here at risk and you know it.” Reluctantly Hank relented and started barking out orders for the horses to be taken to the stables as Mike finally managed to convince the crowd of onlookers to return about their business, recognising your need for privacy. You flashed him a grateful smile as you started the slow walk back to town, both men too exhausted for their usual brisk pace.

Tommy and Maria separated off to head home after another quick round of hugs, leaving you, Joel and Ellie to continue on in comfortable silence, Joel sandwiched between you and the smaller girl as you both clung onto him like you were scared he would disappear if you weren’t touching him. As you reached the front door Ellie excused herself after another fierce hug, promising to return later with dinner from the mess hall, your threat of getting Joel naked clearly sticking in her mind.

You opened the door and headed into the entryway, Joel hot on your heels closing the front door behind him. “Where the hell do you think you’re going?” you asked as Joel moved towards the inner doorway. “Erm, I’m going inside my damn house.”

“Not like that you’re not, you’re not dragging all that filth through our damn house, especially not after I’ve spent the last week obsessively cleaning it to keep my panic at bay. Besides. I promised Hank I’d get you naked as soon as I got you home and I don’t break my promises.”

He scoffed and rolled his eyes but didn’t complain as you removed his jacket and started to undo the buttons of his ruined flannel. You were almost finished before he noticed the tremor in your hands, as you pushed the shirt off his shoulders he glanced down and caught a glimpse of your watery eyes. Now free of his shirt he pulled you roughly to his chest, the touch of his bare skin breaking the dam as sobs racked your body and tears streaked down your face. He held you tight, shushing and soothing you, running a large palm up and down your spine and pressing kisses into the crown of your head. “I’m so, so sorry baby, had to do it, had to keep you safe.”

You felt so pathetic, blubbering like an idiot, it should be you comforting Joel after he’d been through who knows what out there but now that the tears had started you were struggling to contain them. “I love you so fucking much Joel,” you gasped between sobs, “I didn’t say it that morning, I should have told you. I was so fucking scared I’d never get to tell you again.”

“Shh shh shh, its ok baby, I know. Don’ need for you to say it for me to know, I feel it. You’re mine and I’m yours and that’s the way it is. Love you so much darlin’, thought about nothin’ but getting home to you since the second I rode out the gates.” You clung to him for a few more minutes, allowing the heat of his body, the steady beat of his heart and his reassuring words to calm you and clear your head slightly, allowing you to regain control of your breathing. You reached up on your tip toes to press a chaste kiss to his lips. You tipped your head back to look up at him and his dipped to rest his forehead against yours, bringing his hands up to cradle your face and wipe your tears with his thumbs.

“Love you.”

“Love you too baby. Now, whaddya say you finish getting me naked, would hate to have to tell Hank that you’re a liar.” He smirked down at you while you chuckled, bringing your hands down to undo his belt buckle as he kicked off his boots without bothering to untie the laces. Undoing the button on his jeans and pulling down the zipper sent a pang of arousal through you, the mere thought of Joel naked in front you enough to have you buzzing with excitement. Even in his current filthy, dishevelled state and smelling more than a bit ripe you still thought Joel was the sexiest man in the world. So big and broad and so handsome it almost hurt. Hooking your fingers inside the hem of his jeans and boxers you pulled them down together to his ankles, crouching down to help pull them over his feet. Unfortunately your crouched position left you in direct eye line of his crotch. Your breath caught in your throat at the sight of his beautiful cock. It never failed to impress you, long and girthy and so fucking perfect. Already half hard you saw it twitch at your proximity. You glanced up at him from the floor and the sight of his gorgeous brown eyes boring into yours, pupils blown wide with lust had a gush of wetness spilling into your panties, your pussy aching to be filled. After a week apart your need for him was almost at a catastrophic level. You’d cum as soon as he touched you at this rate.

He reached down and grabbed your arms, pulling you to your feet and out of your reverie. A small amount of sense returning to you now that your face wasn’t inches from his penis, you grabbed his hand and turned towards the inner door, determined to get him clean. His free hand grabbed you round your middle, settling splayed on your stomach and pulled you towards him, your back pressed tightly to his chest. “No way missy, you’re all dirty, got you covered in all this filth. Looks like Daddy ain’t the only one in need of a strip down and a wash.” A quick glance down at yourself revealed he was right, your clothes and skin now soiled with the grime that was coating Joel. From his position behind you he got to work, swiftly removing your shirt and bra, the groan he released as your breasts slipped free reverberated through your entire body. Unable to stop himself his hands grabbed hold of them, squeezing and massaging before moving to tweak at your nipples. “Fuck, missed these tits baby, never get tired of the feel of them.” His lips connected with your neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses down towards your shoulders as his hands continued kneading your tits.

“Joel…shower. Now. Please.” You’d never know where you got the strength to utter those words, you had more than half a mind to let him fuck you right here in the entryway, hygiene be damned. He growled behind you but released your breasts to undo your pants and pull them off you, taking your panties and shoes with them. Now free from the confines of your soiled clothes, you pulled him behind you up the stairs to the bathroom and into the shower.

Under the water, the exhaustion hit Joel full force, the surge of adrenaline that had pumped through him the minute he got you alone had waned leaving him weak and sluggish. He slumped against the wall to keep himself upright as you swallowed the lump in your throat at seeing him like this. Trying hard to wipe the worry from your features you set about running your soaped up hands over his body, washing away layer upon layer of grime. He somehow managed to keep a hand on you at all times, tired and vulnerable though he was, he was still Joel and he could never resist the call of your naked body, the feel of your soft skin under his calloused hands. His large hand started rested lightly on your hip while you dutifully cleaned his top half, reaching down to cup your cheek when you ducked to clean his legs and groin, your gentle ministrations awakening his cock again. As you moved behind him he grabbed your hand, lacing your fingers together, leaving you to clean his back half and shampoo his hair one handed. You took note of every new scratch, cut and bruise, gently pressing your lips to each one, a long established ritual between the two of you each time one or the other returned from patrol. A gentle welcome home to contrast the harsh realities of being outside the safety of Jackson’s walls.

With Joel now clean you hastily washed yourself. It was a measure of Joel’s current energy levels that he did not immediately swat your hands away and take over the task himself, contenting himself with returning his hand to your hip and admiring your soapy body until you were done. Leading him carefully out of the shower you did your best to dry you both off before heading to the bedroom. “Are you hungry, I can go and make you something?”

“Just need to sleep, will you stay with me baby?”

“You really need to ask? Gona be stuck to you like glue for the foreseeable, you’re gona be sick to death of me.”

“No chance of that pretty girl, sounds like heaven to me.”

“Ha, I’ll remind you of that next time you try to take a piss in peace.”

“Ok well don’ be getting mad at me for getting piss all over the place cos your presence got my dick pointing at the ceiling.” You snickered at him and playfully swatted at his chest.

You clambered into the bed, pulling Joel in behind you and pulling the covers up over you both. He looped his arm over your waist, pulling you in tightly, your back flush with his chest. The feel of his erection pressed into your thigh, flooded you with arousal and you could feel yourself dripping for him, a feeling which intensified as you felt his big hand glide down your torso from your waist to your thigh, lifting it and hooking it over his leg.

“Joel,” you moaned, “you need to sleep.”

“I know baby, but I need to feel her, please, can I? Please?”

Your resolve crumbled quickly in the face of his pleading. “Ok baby, whatever you need.” At this point you’d give him anything he asked for. Not that you could typically bring yourself to deny him anything. Especially when you could feel your pussy throbbing in time with your heartbeat. You needed to feel him as much as he needed to feel you. You needed the comfort only he could offer.

Gripping his cock in his hand he ran the head gently through your folds before notching at your entrance and easing himself in slowly, deeper and deeper, bottoming out with a satisfied sigh. Your breathing and heartrate spiked at the stretch as you welcomed him into your body with a gentle moan. No matter how many times he fucked you, the initial breach was always slightly overwhelming, in the best possible way.

Joel pulled you back in tighter to him, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

“Perfect. She’s always so prefect for me, so warm and wet and tight,” he mumbled into your skin, moving his hand down between your legs to rub lazy circles on your clit as his cock nestled comfortably inside you, unmoving and leaving you feeling desperately full. As predicted after your time apart, within a minute you felt your orgasm hit you full force and wave after wave of pleasure ripped through you as you moaned and gasped in unison, your pussy clenching tight on Joel’s static cock.

He continued his gentle circling of your clit with practiced precision until the aftershocks waned. He released your leg from over the top of his and snuggled into you as sleep claimed you both, his hard cock sheathed to the hilt within you.

Part 2

[pokepasta-fluffcanons]

Mike and/or Steven with a S/O who is (or is secretly) an eldritch/cosmic horror?

(Like if anyone tries to bully any one of them, the S/O will just look and the bully immediately run for the hills. Or other extremely wholesome stuff)

Mike:

*it’s not that difficult to hide the fact that you’re secretly an eldritch/cosmic horror, especially from Mike

*…though he makes jokes about it like “haha what if” but you just kinda laugh it off

*though if anyone dares to bully him/say mean things about him, you will look at them after Mike is far away enough and have them running for the hills cause they could see you for what you are

*of course your face changes back once Mike is calling for you and you make your way back to him

*you and his Blastoise are friends! You two make up the “protect Mike duo” and he has an idea that you’re not exactly human, but you know he’ll keep it a secret

Steven:

*Steven has an idea that you’re not exactly human, but he loves you so he will keep your secret

*though he has attempted to ask about it, but you just brushed it off/changed the subject

*especially after you scared off someone who was bothering him just by looking at them

*you just shrugged it off and told him that you just don’t like seeing others bother him like that, and just left it at that

*you and Miki are pretty close, though she is a little wary of you

[mariakko]

(Accidentally deleted my repost like a total dummy. Gotta retype what I said :’( )

Yeah I’ll be honest, I love Strangled Red’s writing a lot more, and I can see why it was highly favored and preserved better than the sequels. I mean, I think a hacked cartridge rather than a secret Easter egg is a much better way to tell a story, especially with how Steven reacts to the world being just a video game and how he hates the game for destroying what happiness he had. There is some respect for the sequels though, I do appreciate how damn good S!3V3N is at being a villain. Cold, depressed, obsessive, insane. What more could you want from a guy? (The fact that Steven’s name returns to normal after the glitched charizards get defeated, and yet he’s still a total asshole, is just the cherry on top that lets the reader know he didn’t become evil because he was corrupted, he became corrupted because he was evil. It just shows everything Steven did was his own actions and he really seems unapologetic about it all.)

My small extra facts about Door’s Open and Strangled… that I wish to comment:

Correct me if I’m wrong, but I think the fourth move is just “Strangle” but since the author already wrote that in Strangled… and the player’s pokemon are capable of fighting in Door’s Open, maybe that was written away. But given that Miki was the one who killed Mike (according to S!3V3N’s command) and that she manages to use that on everyone in Strangled…, I would assume that. But, if we were to use a legitimate move, then yeah we could just replace that with submission or counter like you mentioned.

(Random fun fact for charizard in general: So you know how Charizard couldn’t use Fly in Red until the next game? Yeah well, apparently since it’s a lizard, it can learn ‘dig’. Wouldn’t it be funny if Miki knew Dig? I mean, it’s not canon, but given that Miki is now a corrupted zombie, and that the irl Miki was leveled up to lvl 100 with a variety of move types, I could totally see Dig as her second ace move post-revival.)

Now, canonic fun fact: You see the line “The abomination of a Pokémon that is your foe will retaliate with simple Scratch, which to your dismay”? Yeah, that’s from Miki. The move she had when she was lvl 5

I kid you know, Steven ‘revived’ his Miki, somehow duplicated her to three worst versions, somehow gave her corrupted moves, but kept ‘scratch.’ I mean, no judging, since Miki’s so strong it’s apparently still strong enough to KO the player’s pokemon. But like, come on. Was it just kept for the memories? (Oh S!3V3N, never change.)

btw i dont think ive ever blatantly put it anywhere afaik??? maybe. idk. but in doors open it heavily implies mikis moveset, which is one of the other 'cool random details that doors open has despite it not being that great of a story' - and one thats like never actually mentioned by anybody except me as far as i can tell. so if you were wondering:

hyper beam, firespin, flamethrower, and Unknown fourth move

yes i have these on my lvl 100 EV trained female charizard named miki in my copy of violet because im very normal ( not ). i was on a grind, and knowing some vague listing of mikis moves helped with motivation.

anyways.

this is pulled from doors open text - its not entirely 100% reliable bc its based on the "Hellfire" move thats unique to miki / M' / M@#% / M@#$*

*( there is no entirely canon and consistent name for missingno/revived miki - the last two Look similar but the & is replaced w a $ in the og . the percentage at the end is the first miki of 4 in stevens party from doors open - he has multiple but the only fully 'corrupted' name that starts with an M is that one since all of them have one letter of mikis name in order uncorrupted... so ig thats the most canon name, but its never consistent. she's also just called . 's / [ BLANK ] in strangled because when she attacks its just 's attack continues! so its just empty. literally never consistent its kind of funny. entire off ramble. image examples below from strangled and doors open. )

( btw i know ive talked about it before but i think all 4 of his weird charizards spelling out mikis name and stevens name slowly going from PokeMANIAC to S!3v3n to St3v3n to Stev3n and once he's defeated just "Steven" is. mwah. chefs kiss. )

off ramble aside, hellfire is a unique move that seems to mix several other move animations together which i feel implies mikis moveset but its not like, a given, its just what id assume is implied. hypnosis is the only move there that cannot be learned by charizard, firespin hyperbeam and flamethrower obviously can and are specifically pulled from Gen 1 charizard's learn by level up moveset, and one tm being hyperbeam. which means the fourth move is up to interpretation in her alive moveset.

btw in gen 1 pokemon don't have different moves if they level up to their evolve level or past it but dont evolve. at least for charmanders line, each member of it has the same level up moveset.

i personally think its like... inferno. or i think my miki in violet has inferno as the fourth move. but inferno was introduced gen 5 so for moves a gen 1 charizard could actually learn, slash or rage by level up maybe? but i think for miki a fighting type move would be funny. gen 1 charizard can learn that by tm and mikis already weird and special, so if she learned moves charizards normally cant by level up itd be par for the course. the fighting type moves charizard in gen 1 can learn by tm are submission, counter, and seismic toss, which all feel like something miki could have. specifically seismic toss but any of the 3 work for her fourth hypothetical move.

also because seismic toss does dmg equal to level so it'd do 100 damage and mikis already overpowered. which i think is fitting.

or its like. fly, or something. which would make sense. i guess. i just personally hc steven as having a pidgeot as a fly hm user instead bc you know his ass would have the most basic pokemon team of 'op starter and some early route mons for hms' . but he'd obviously still mainly fly on miki due to his attachment, so... who knows!

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Ok hypno's mod has been added to list so here I go, could you strangled red(Steven) who was readers lover at one point in time and when the incident happened to Steven causing him to disappear and when years later happened Steven encounters reader again only they are no longer a human anymore

Kinda went off the rails with this one but enjoy!!

.......

Steven thought this would make him feel better.

As he removed his hands from Mike's bruised throat, he looked down upon the dying man, watching the light leave his eyes forever. And his smile gradually began to fade away the longer he stared.

Finally, after living in misery for a whole year..he got to avenge his precious Miki by giving her “killer” a fitting end: strangulation.

This should’ve made him happy.

So...

Why did he still feel so hollow inside? 

Why did he still feel the same emptiness as before?

When he barged in here, all he could see was his brother’s mocking smile, which remained even as he choked him to death. He thought he took delight in watching Miki perish--a product of his envy in seeing him win battle after battle while he was left in the dust.

Though the second he stopped moving, Steven saw the reality of what laid before him:

A terrified brunette with tears streaming down his face, expression forever frozen in a state of shock and betrayal--not knowing why he was being killed over an accident he apologized endlessly for.

‘God..what have I done?’ He looked down at his hands. They were trembling, itching to strangle yet again.

But then he heard a familiar chirp, albeit distorted, and slowly looked over his shoulder to see a certain Charizard standing behind him. She was a mess of glitches and rotting flesh that nearly made him gag. Bruises and lacerations were all across her neck, and the flame on her tail was nonexistent.

Immediately he flinched away as she leaned her head forward.

This wasn’t Miki. It was just..that damned thing trying to resemble Miki.

“S-Stay back..” He whispered hoarsely, shakily taking out a pokeball and holding it in front of him.

She went into it willingly, and after snapping it closed, he put it in his pocket. His eyes then lingered on Mike’s corpse one last time, before he dragged the blanket over him completely.

He shoved away the thoughts of his mom and Blastoise finding him like this in the morning, and decided to take his leave.

He couldn’t stay here anymore.

.......

Steven found himself along the shores of Cinnabar Island, overlooking the waters in which he travelled in search of Missingno. The waves were choppy, and there was a cold breeze that messed with his already tousled hair.

Yet..he felt anything but peace standing here all alone.

The weight of his actions were pressing down heavily on him. Of course, he knew Mike didn’t sabotage the trade. Neither of them expected that to happen, but...what’s done is done.

He avenged her and that’s what mattered.

Now he had nothing better to do except roam endlessly, thinking of how Miki must have felt in that trading tube, her neck caught on the cables. He wondered if she knew she wouldn’t make it out alive...or if she was in any pain at all.

Was it an agonizing asphyxiation or instantaneous death?

God, he only hopes she didn’t suffer-

“Steven..?”

His shoulders tensed at the familiar voice. And he looked over, stunned to see...you standing there.

How could he ever forget about you? You were a childhood friend of his who eventually became his loving partner, supporting him throughout his journey in becoming a champion of Kanto. 

You’ve been there for him through everything, yet the accident put a severe strain on your relationship. You attempted to comfort him, but one day he lashed out--thinking you couldn’t possibly understand what he was going through.

You tried telling him you knew exactly how he felt..to no avail. He thought you were trying to undermine his own pain and suffering. So he pushed you away and disappeared from the public eye, essentially ending the relationship as he refused to call or write to you anymore.

Now you were both standing here, on the same beach where you first fell in love as your Pokémon played in the sand and waves. 

But this was more of a bittersweet reunion.

Steven noticed you’ve gone through some drastic changes, besides looking a bit older. Your face held an eerie smile and slightly glowing eyes, plus a few glitches reminiscent of Missingno appeared around you every few seconds.

You didn’t look human anymore, either.

Did you..use it, too?

Swallowing the lump in his throat, he turned to you fully. “[Y/n]...you knew about it, too?” 

That didn’t seem like the best question to ask after all this time, but it’s the only one he could think of at the moment. He needed to know.

“I did.” You answered. “At first I thought it was a dumb rumor..and that Revives were all I needed to save my Pokémon from death. But I was wrong, and I learned that the hard way.”

He blinked in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“Do you remember my Kangaskhan?”

Immediately, Steven nodded. Of course..you had such a strong bond with the parental Pokémon. You cared for her baby as if you were a Kangaskhan yourself. He recalls how he and Mike would be searching for their starters when they were young, only to find them both hiding inside her pouch. And you’d just smile and laugh at their worries.

Those were good times, but he also remembered how your Kangaskhan held him as he sobbed over Miki’s death, clearly missing the Charizard, too.

“I do..why do you ask?”

“The day after you lost Miki, her baby got poisoned.”

His heart sank at the revelation, but he remained silent as you continued to elaborate.

“I had an antidote but..some prick who had a grudge against me swapped it with a placebo. I realized it too late and..it seemed like it was cured, but then at nighttime it died in its sleep.” You shuddered a bit as you recounted the memories. “My Kanga was heartbroken. She wouldn’t eat, wouldn’t sleep..I had to give her a Substitute doll so she could feel like her baby’s still with her. But it was never enough. I failed her and had to regain her trust in me...so I used it.”

Holding a glitching pokeball in your hands, your eyes glowed eerily, a dark shadow over your face. “I let her kill the bastard who took her baby...and now they’re together again.” Your voice became deep and distorted, before it returned to normal as you pocketed the ball. “I let it go afterwards, but..as you can see, I still feel its effects.”

For the longest time, Steven stood there in silence, never realizing that you truly did understand his pain. Back then he refused to listen to you...and be there for you as you’ve been there for him.

Had he done that, would you have used it, still?

“I-I..had no idea." He stammered out.

“It’s okay. I didn’t wanna put that extra burden on you, anyway. I figured we both just needed time apart to grieve..but I guess we had too much time.” You sighed sadly. “Now look at us--wronged by this world, trying to play god to save the Pokémon we love most..though using it didn’t make us feel any better, did it?”

That question completely broke him.

After all he’s done and endured for the past year, the weight of it was too much to bear as it made him collapse to his knees. 

“N-No..” Burying his face into his hands, his breathing became shaky and muffled, trying to stifle the sobs that wanted to escape so badly. “I-I just wanted all of this to go away! I killed my own brother to bring Miki back, but..I only destroyed myself..a-and forget about you. I’m so, so sorry [y/n]..I shouldn’t have...I-I....”

How could he be forgiven after what he’s done?

He threw away everything, went mad with grief over a Charizard...and ditched the person who he loved most.

And he still felt like shit. Nothing changed.

Kneeling down in front of him, you frowned slightly, removing his hat. And he looked up at you, lowering his hands from his face. 

With his usual dark shadow gone, you could just see a broken man underneath all the evilness, red eyes puffy and teary. There was no glowing white grin, but slightly quivering lips, from where he could taste the salt of his tears.

“I know it hurts..but it’s alright now-”

“Don’t.”

Something inside him snapped, and his hands suddenly flew out to grab your throat on instinct. His eyes glowed red again as he stared at you in anger, very well capable of breaking every vertebrae in your neck if he desired to.

You were just as strong as him, but instead of fighting, you just stared right back at him with a racing heart.

His breaths were heavy, almost animalistic in nature, though a few moments later he slowly calmed down. He blinked as you gently put your hands on his wrists, prying them away from your throat and lowering them until they rested in your lap.

Realization flashed in his eyes, and he shrunk back in guilt, wondering why he reacted that way to you.

Was he expecting you to spout pity like the other townsfolk?

“You’ll learn to control it in time, Steven.” You smiled softly. “We may have changed for the worst, but we’re in this together. I’m never leaving you again.”

He was astonished by your words, yet when you brought him into your arms, he completely melted into them, missing your touch so badly. Eventually his tears resumed their flow as he quietly sobbed into your shoulder.

“I-I won’t leave you either.”

At least he knew you still loved him, despite everything.

Now nothing can tear you apart.

[cicimunson]

Blood and Roses

Summary:  You had to leave Eddie’s body behind in the Upside Down because you were literally running for your lives. You and Dustin are falling apart from grief. The two of you are sitting in Eddie’s room at night like you have been for the past week when there’s a knock at the door.

Characters: Female Reader, Vamp! Eddie Munson, Steve Henderson, Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley, Dustin Henderson, Mike Wheeler

Word Count: 2.1k+

Warnings: Death of a major character, lots of angst, violence

Part 2 3

You lay on Eddie’s bed and sob. Dustin sits on the floor holding his vest, whimpering softly.

You knew it wasn’t healthy. You knew that meeting Dustin here every night after Wayne went to work and crying yourself to sleep in Eddie’s bed wasn’t going to help you heal from losing him. You wanted to be strong for Dustin. You had promised Eddie you would look after him. But neither of you felt very strong right now.

Dustin lets out a strangled sob and you sit up, crawling across the floor to hug him. He squeezes you tight, burying his face in your shoulder.

“I wanna go back. I wanna go back and get him.” He pleads, like he did every night.

“I know, sweetie, I know.” You did too. You kept picturing him laying in the Upside Down, his body wasting away because you had abandoned him. It was all you thought about. When you closed your eyes, you could still see Steve pulling on you, Nancy and Robin dragging Dustin, both of you screaming to let you stay, to let you hold on to him a little bit longer, Eddie’s body getting further and further away as they drug you both, until it faded from view completely.

Dustin sniffles. “I think I heard someone knocking.”

“Who would be coming here this late? No one knows we’re here.”

Dustin shifts and doesn’t look at you.

Your eyes narrow. “Dustin, did you tell someone?”

He sighs. “Don’t be mad.”

I’m trying not to be.

“Who’s at the door, Dustin?”

He looks down. “It’s Steve.”

He’s got to be kidding me.

The knocking turns into pounding.

“Fuck me!” You climb out of the floor and fly down the hall, sprinting into the living room and flinging open the door.

“What, Har-” You stop mid-sentence.

Oh my God. I’m dreaming. This has to be a dream.

“How…how?”

Eddie smiles at you, revealing sharp white fangs.

“I’m home.”

Fangs. He has fangs. I don't…

“Aren’t you happy to see me? Come here, give me a hug.”

Something isn’t right. Why would he knock on the door of his own home? Everything in your body is telling you to slam the door in his face and hide.

It’s Eddie. My Eddie. You try to tell yourself.

You continue to stare in shock.

“Come on, come give me a hug. I missed you.” He holds out his arms.

“Why…why aren’t you coming in? I’m sure it’s cold out there.”

“No, it’s nice. Come outside and see.”

Dustin comes up the hall. “Y/N, don’t give Steve a hard time, it’s not his…Eddie?”

His eyes widen. “Is this real?”

Eddie nods and grins at him. “It’s really. I’m here.”

Dustin rushes to the door. You quickly step in front of him. “No.”

“Y/N, what’s wrong with you? It’s Eddie!”

“No. It can’t be. Something isn’t right.”

“What’s wrong, Y/N?” Eddie asks. “You’re hurting my feelings.”

Before you can respond, another car pulls up. Steve gets out, looking stunned. “Eddie?”

“Hiya, Harrington.” Eddie sprints from the porch so fast that you don’t even realize he’s moved. To your horror, he shoves Steve against the car and jerks his head to the side.

“Steve!” You yell, sprinting from the trailer.

“Y/N, no!” Dustin calls after you.

You scream as Eddie sinks his teeth into Steve’s neck. Steve yells out and starts swinging, but Eddie doesn’t release him.

You lunge at Eddie and he lets go of Steve, catching you easily and slamming you into the ground. You wince as the breath is knocked out of you.

Eddie lands on top of you, red eyes glowing, grinning as he pecks your lips then shoves your head to the side. He licks your neck before biting down.

“Eddie, stop! Stop!” You plead, trying to shove him off.

He sucks hard, his lips fastened tight against your skin.

“Eddie, don’t!” You shove him again.

“Get the fuck off her!” Steve yells. There’s a loud thud, and then Eddie is slumped on you, unconscious.

You look up, blinking, to see Steve standing above you with a baseball bat.

You roll Eddie off you and Dustin helps you to your feet. “Jesus, Y/N, are you okay?”

“I’m fine. Steve, what did you do?”

“I knocked his ass out, that’s what.”

You glance down at Eddie, slumped on the ground. “What the fuck, you guys? What the literal fuck?”

Dustin sighs. “He was killed by the demobats. He’s a vampire.”

“My mind is just not able to deal with this right now.” You sit down. “This is not happening. It’s not. We watched-” You glance up at Dustin and point a finger accusingly.

“You wanted to watch Dracula! This is just a nightmare because we watched that stupid movie. I’m dreaming right now.”

“Hate to break it to you, Y/N, but we can’t all be having the same dream. This is real.” Dustin argues. “Eddie is a vampire.”

“And an asshole one at that.” Steve chimes in. “What the hell do we do now?”

Good question.

“I don’t know.”

“Do we…do we stake him?” Steve asks.

You and Dustin exchange a shocked look.

“We can’t stake him, you idiot! It’s Eddie!”

“Well, we can’t let him just go around biting people either! He could have killed all of us!”

“We aren’t staking him.” You repeat firmly. “I don’t care if he tried to hurt us. It’s Eddie.”

Dustin nods. “But we have to figure something out. If he wakes up, we’re dead.”

“Can we tie him up or something?”

“I don’t know if ropes will hold him.”

“Chains?”

“Where are we getting chains from?”

“Hell, I don’t know.”

“The hardware store.” You decide. “We break in.”

“We may not have time for that! What if he wakes up?”

“Okay, Steve, you and Dustin get him inside before someone sees. If he wakes up, knock him out again. Dustin, get garlic if there is any and that little cross hanging in Wayne’s room. Look for silver stuff too, like a knife set or something.”

Steve looks skeptical. “Do we even know if that stuff works?”

“No, but if it does we’re gonna need them.” You sigh.

“So you’re going to break into the hardware store by yourself?” Steve asks.

“No. I’m gonna get Robin and Nancy to help me.”

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“Y/N, if these chains don’t hold him-”

You cut Robin off. “They will. It’s gonna be okay. It’s all gonna be okay.”

“I hope to God you know what you’re doing.”

“Yeah, me too.”

“Y/N, come here. Your neck is still bleeding some.” Steve tugs you to the bathroom.

You sit on the sink as he wets a washcloth and dabs your skin.

“Ouch.”

“Sorry.” He murmurs.

“It’s okay.  Just stings. Is your neck okay?”

“Nancy patched me up.”

“Good.”

“Y/N. Are you sure about this? You know if we hadn’t been here, if Wayne had been home-”

“I know. I know, Steve. But it’s Eddie.”

“I just want to make sure you’re thinking straight here. If he goes after anybody again, I’m gonna put him down.”

I know he’s right. I know it. I just…

Robin pokes her head in the door.

“Hey, he’s waking up.”

You and Steve exchange a look and hurry back to Eddie’s room.

Dustin is standing against the wall, holding a bat. Nancy is standing in front of him, gun in hand.

Eddie looks up when you come into the room.

“Y/N? What happened?” He mumbles. “My head hurts.” He tries to stand up but the chains hold him fast. He squirms. “What the…why am I tied up?”

“Because you attacked us, duh.” Steve snaps.

“I…what?”

“Don’t expect us to believe you don’t remember. I didn’t hit you hard enough to give you memory loss.” He turns to you, looking worried. “At least I don’t think I did.”

“Y/N, these chains hurt.” Eddie whimpers. “Please, untie me.”

“We can’t. I’m sorry. You attacked Steve. And me.”

“I wouldn’t do that. I know I wouldn’t. I could never hurt you.”

You lean down and study his face.

His skin isn’t ghost pale anymore. His cheeks are flushed, and his eyes are their normal light brown color.

You reach out and touch his face.

“Y/N, don’t.” Steve warns.

Eddie rests his head against your palm. “I’ve missed you.”

You blink back tears. “I’ve missed you too.”

“Did I really hurt you?”

You turn your head to the side and show him your neck. “You bit me. And Steve.”

He looks shocked. “I bit you?”

“Eddie…you know you’re a vampire, right?” Dustin asks, looking worried.

He nods. “I woke up in the Upside Down wanting blood. I fed on Demobats. But I felt like a monster. So I stopped. I was going to let myself die again.”

“You must have gotten so hungry that you became delirious.” Dustin muses.

“Does that mean he didn’t know what he was doing?” Steve asks, looking unconvinced.

“I think when he needs to feed, he’s out of control from the bloodlust. But once he’s fed, he’s like himself again.”

“How do we test that theory, though?” Robin wonders.

“It’s simple.” You reply. “We let him get hungry again and see if he starts acting feral.”

“That’s a horrible idea.” Steve objects. “No way.”

“I don’t know any other way to tell.”

“Dustin?” Nancy asks. “Any ideas?”

“I think Y/N’s plan is the only way to be sure. If he starts acting crazy again, we know it’s just the bloodlust. And then all we gotta do is keep him fed to keep him from fanging out on us.”

“Eddie should get a say, too.” You turn to him. “Eddie?”

“If it means you can figure out how to keep me from hurting anyone, then yes. Do it.”

You nod. “Okay then.”

“Wayne will be home soon. We gotta move him.” Nancy points out.

“And before the sun comes up.” Dustin adds.

“My parents are out of town for the next two weeks. Religious wilderness retreat. We can hide him at my place.”

“I’m staying with you.” Steve immediately pipes up. “You can’t be alone with him.”

“That’s fine.”

Nancy interjects. “I think we should all be there. If he gets out of those chains-”

“I won’t.”

You all turn to look at Eddie. “I won’t try to get out. I won’t hurt anyone.” He meets your eyes. “I’m sorry. I’m really sorry.”

“Ahem.” Steve clears his throat and scowls.

“I’m sorry for biting you too, man.” Eddie apologizes.

“We gotta get going.” Robin taps her watch.

You all manage to lug Eddie outside and into Steve’s backseat.

“I’ll ride with him. Nancy, you take my car and follow us.” You toss her your keys.

You ride with Steve and Eddie in silence. Steve reaches out and takes your hand, squeezing it tightly.

You can feel Eddie’s eyes burning holes in the back of your head, but he stays quiet. You arrive at your house and help the others lug him into the garage. Steve and Dustin secure him to a chair, wounding more chains around him.

Eddie winces. “Jesus, this kind of hurts.”

“Don’t vampires have a high pain tolerance?” Dustin counters.

“I meant being strapped to a chair because my friends think I’m going to hurt them.”

I can’t imagine what he’s going through.

“Guys, can I have a minute alone with him?”

Steve and Dustin exchange a look.

“I’ll be fine.” You reassure them.

They look uncertain as Robin ushers them from the room.

You slowly approach him.

“Hi, Y/N.” He says softly. “Missed ya.”

“Don’t you dare bite me.” You warn as you wrap your arms around him.

He looks surprised as you hug him. The chains bite into your arms but you don’t let go. You bury your head into his chest and let out a sob.

“Y/N, don’t cry.” He pleads

“I can’t believe you’re back. I can’t believe you’re here.” You whimper.

He kisses the top of your head.

You let yourself cry for a few more seconds. Then you stand up, brush your tears from your cheeks, and force yourself to regain your composure.

“It’s okay.” He murmurs. “Everything is gonna be okay now.”

Steve practically barges into the garage. “It’s been a minute.”

Nancy and Robin drift in behind him. Dustin comes in last, holding a sandwich. You usher them all into the house again.

“We watch him in pairs. Someone will have to double up, unless we wanna get the others involved.”

“I wanna tell Mike.” Dustin says. “He needs to know.”

You look at Nancy. “Are you okay with that?”

She hesitates, then nods. “He’ll be angry if we don’t tell him.”

“Fine. You and Dustin go get him. I’ll take first watch with Steve.”

“I’m gonna take a nap.” Robin yawns. “And I’ll take next watch.”

“Dustin and Mike aren’t watching him by themselves. One of us sits with them.”

“Hey!” Dustin looks offended.

You frown. “I mean it. The kids don’t watch him alone.”

Steve nods. “Let’s do this.”

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if requests are still open, could you do Yandere Headcanons Steven and Mike (separate) with a male reader who has long hair?

Sure thing! :D

🔥 Oh, he's in love!

🔥 Long hair to him is wonderful!

🔥 You can do so much with it!

🔥 And how does he tell you this?

🔥 "poggers."

🔥 He's...not the best with expressing himself through words.

🔥 He tries his best though!

🔥 Having long hair, he knows how to deal with it and WILL style it for you. This is a threat!

🔥 If anyone diminishes your masculinity for having longer hair, uh oh! Miki's hungry! :)

🔥 He loves you a lot and tries his best to make sure you always look your best!

🔥 He deserves only the best, after all!

💧 LORD HELP YOU.

💧 This man LOVES long hair.

💧 There's no words to describe how much he loves you and your hair.

💧 Constant praise, constant love, he just SHOWERS YOU in affection.

💧 He loves all of you, your hair makes him super happy!

💧 If anyone makes fun of you for your longer hair?

💧 Suddenly, felony!

💧 He's...overprotective.

💧 You're his beloved boyfriend, after all!

💧 He's slightly jealous of you(he never had the patience or confidence to grow his hair out to be longer), but he still loves you to bits!

💧 Okay, these headcanons are too normal, HE WOULD SMELL YOUR HAIR ON LIKE, A DAILY BASIS.

💧 He's Steven's brother, did you EXPECT him to be normal?

💧 Wrong! WEIRDO

💧 One of his calm-down stims is running his hands through your hair.

💧 also like, hair tugging-

Hope you enjoy!