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theanimeroom · 7 months

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Ness would only agree to NNN if Kaiser told him to...but what if you ask him to take care of your needs?✨

another anon: Ness would fold the fastest during NNN, change my mind...

okay bc if kaiser told me to do nnn i’m not asking questions either 🫡

NSFW UNDER THE CUT | MINORS DNI

NOVEMBER 13TH, 2023 — 8:43PM

NNN CHALLENGE MASTERLIST

alexis ness is a sweetheart. was he a bit of a pushover when it came to certain people (michael kaiser)? maybe. but he was a sweetheart nonetheless. he was good at devoting his time and efforts to the people around him, and lending them aid whenever needed.

it had become a part of who he was, something irreversible.

it never seemed to cause him any problems before, it actually helped when it came to furthering his career and relationships, especially his relationship with you. you loved how doting he was, and how he would always take care of you without you having to ask. he was attentive, more attentive than most and it always left you with a twinkle of admiration in your eyes whenever you looked at him.

the only person who could ever hold a candle to michael kaiser in ness’ world was you, and the entire universe knew it. he would do anything if it meant making you happy, and depending on the situation, that would go for kaiser as well.

kaiser’s girlfriend had convinced him to do no nut november, only because it seemed “fun” and the sex would be “so much better” when the time came. also being a simp for his favorite person on the planet, he agreed immediately. he wasn’t going to be the only one suffering though, so he immediately contacted ness and told him that he was to remain abstinent until further notice.

of course, the male agreed without complaint.

ness loved you more than anything, and that included the way you felt wrapped around his cock whenever he got a little needy, but he thought that he could manage a month without touching you if it meant abiding by michael kaiser’s wishes.

you, on the other hand, didn’t give a rat's ass about the challenge. it was silly when you really thought about it, and although ness had his loyalties to kaiser, the same didn’t go for you.

“nessieee,” you sang to your boyfriend as you found him in the living room, leaning back into his favorite recliner. a small hum came from him as you climbed into his lap, arms wrapping around your waist to secure you in your favorite spot. he didn’t take his eyes off the television in front of you both but leaned over to press a sweet kiss against your temple.

you smiled as your heart warmed, but that’s not the type of action you were looking for.

you carded your hands through his hair, eyeing the side of his face as you settled into his lap a little more. you pressed the side of your body against him, tucking your head into the crook of his neck.

a light kiss under his jaw finally caught his attention, his gaze flitting toward you for a brief second before pulling you firmly to him. you giggled as he tried to limit your movements, your body wriggling as you burrowed your way deeper into his neck. another small kiss to his jaw followed by a soft bite and you were cooing at him again. “nessieeeeeee.”

usually, the man would have had you folded into a mating press by now, retaliating against you by littering your neck with purple splotches. you admired his tenacity as a smile crept onto the corner of his mouth, a wandering hand stroking the plushy flesh under your thigh. finally daring to look at you, your blown pupils and mischievous smile made ness’ dick harden instantly.

the growth didn’t go unnoticed by you, feeling it pressing against your leg but not reacting to it. he looked between each of your hungry eyes before caressing the skin on your hip that exposed itself to him.

“yes, baby?” his voice felt like silk as it entered your ears, the pet name nearly forcing your eyes into the back of your skull. this man was so unnecessarily hot for absolutely no reason at all, and the worst part? he had no clue just how sexy you thought he was.

his hands on your body only made your tummy stir more, a relieved sigh escaping you at the feeling. it had been almost two weeks, you’d never gone that long without ness’ cock either in your pussy or in your mouth, and for 13 days, you’d had neither. it was almost disgusting to you, and you were quite over it, to say the least. “want you to fuck me,” the words left you without a hint of remorse, hands grabbing onto your boyfriend as you pouted at him.

ness chuckled quietly, smiling softly as he pressed a small kiss to your lips. he pulled away before you could deepen it, a teasing smirk proving that he’d done it on purpose. “you know i can’t do that baby, i have orders,” his words made your eyes roll, you weren’t worried about kaiser or that stupid challenge.

“and i don’t care,” you flatlined before licking a stripe from his jaw to the lobe of his ear, biting down on the lobe. ness couldn’t help the shiver that ran down his spine, a huff leaving him as he understood just how down bad you were. he didn’t try to stop you, squeezing both your thigh and your hip simultaneously. “fuck me, ness.”

the male couldn’t help the way his cock twitched in his sweatpants at the way those words slid from your tongue. he was growing weary, resolve crumbling in mere seconds as your darkened eyes probed him. you were always going to be his biggest weak point, that was for sure, which meant that in the end, you would luck out in the battle of willpower between you and your silly boyfriend.

and with a quick text from ness’ phone (which you happily typed), the man was given permission (surprisingly) to fuck you senseless.

“yes! fuck me right there,” your eyebrows curled into one as you looked up at ness, streaks of sweat sliding down his face as he fucked you into oblivion. after abstaining for almost two weeks you were more than a bit sensitive, your loud obscenities and moans bouncing off the four walls of your living room. there were words and sounds spilling from you that he’d never heard from you before, his shock being masked by the arousal controlling his senses.

both of your hands were holding onto your legs, pulling them back against your chest as you remained seated in the soft. recliner your back was more than supported by the plush and weight of the chair, even sustaining the weight of ness’ knee as he used it for leverage to fuck you into the cushion.

your hands wrapped themselves around the heels of your feet, spreading your legs as far as your body would allow. your mouth was dropped into a wide 'O' shape, only closing when ness shoved two fingers inside the hole, effectively silencing your ear-piercing cries.

ness’ eyes never left your body from the moment you started, watching in an almost disturbed type of interest as you twitched and moaned at the smallest of movements from him. you were heaving under him, eyes nearly shutting when his thrusts slowed for a moment.

“if i knew you’d be this nasty i would’ve made you wait for it a long time ago,” he sighed, and you could’ve slapped the shit out of him when you heard those words leave his mouth.

shaking your head immediately you grabbed the nape of his neck, forcing him to become level with you. “don’t you fucking dare.”

what resembled a giggle slipped past his lips at your reaction. perhaps he’d gotten you hooked on him (his dick), yet he had no complaints about that. he was still pushing into you although his hips had become flushed with yours long ago, the pressure nearly sending you into an orgasm right then and there. ness didn’t miss the way your eyes crossed for just a moment, the sight leaving his cock throbbing inside of you.

with a grunt, he was perching his forehead against yours. he’d nearly forgotten about the conversation you were just having as the tension in his stomach started to become unbearable, labored breaths and sloppy body rolls taking over his once frantic pounding. you barely had time to react when he pressed his lips to yours, a soft moan coming from the both of you as he pulled away too look you in your eyes.

“i’m gonna come inside of you now, okay?”

bonus:

[7:34pm] alexis ness: hey, can nessie lose this challenge already? i'm getting blue balls over here <3

sincerely, (y/n)

[7:50pm] michael kaiser: no.

[7:53pm] alexis ness: pretty pleaseeeee? he'll even give you foot massages for a week!!!

[7:55pm] michael kaiser: ...deal.

clearly, ness was not very happy when he checked his phone the next day.

don’t plagiarize, it’s not nice <3

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alovesongshewrote · 2 years

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Slightly Stabbed | The Lost Boys x Reader

Plot: you get a little bit stabbed. oopsie? [The Lost Boys x GN!Reader]

Word count: 3807

Warnings: first aid, stab wounds, blood, the reader has some issues but it's ok

A/N: this is literally a fanfic in headcanon form, holy fuck. tumblr almost couldn’t handle this thicc thing

Sooooooo, here’s the thing about dating a group of vampires

They uh

They can smell blood

AND I KNOW WHAT YOU’RE THINKING, BUT WE AREN’T GOING THERE

At least not today

No, today we’re discussing the fun challenge that is Hiding Your Stab Wound From Your Four Boyfriends

(five boyfriends if you want to add michael, and five boyfriends one girlfriend if you want to add star)

Either way

All these bitches can smell your blood, which makes hiding injuries Difficult

It literally doesn’t matter how little blood there is, the second that red shit escapes your flesh prison, they Know

It makes papercuts very difficult, because you’ll be reading, you’ll get the papercut, and then one or more of them will just Appear behind you like

“Hi, could I offer you a band-aid? Or perhaps you could offer to give me a sip of your blood?”

It’s a fuckin

Process

Also, RIP to you if you ever get scratched in the face by something, because some of these fuckers

(paul and marko)

Will just

Lick your face

They don’t even give any warning, they’ll just lick you

It’s

It’s an experience, to be sure

It’s even more of an experience if you go with the idea that they have forked tongues

But anyway, we aren’t here to talk about little injuries

We’re here to talk about Stab Wounds and How To Hide Them

Short answer: you can’t hide them.

Aaand that’s it, thanks for coming to the TEDTalk everyone, rmr to like and subscribe, blah blah blah

Long answer:

Let’s start with how you got the stab wound

Because that’s very important

Now

There are lots of ways to get stabbed

The boardwalk isn’t the safest place

And i mean, you’ve seen the “people are strange” sequence, there are missing posters fucking everywhere

And yeah, all that murder that could be just the boys, but also

There could be other killers wandering around, you don’t know

There are also vampire hunters

And random delinquents

And people who just

Don’t Like The Boys

And by association, don’t like you

Whatever it is, whoever stabs you

They manage to get you one of the few times you’re on the boardwalk alone

To any passers by, it just looks like a fist fight- probably something that came out of harsh words and youthful anger

But alas, the sharp stinging in your side says something else

Actually, it’s less saying something else, and more screaming it

Nevertheless, you manage to fight off your attacker, and then you’re left standing on the boardwalk, your hands covered in blood as you try to put pressure on your wound

It’s a very strange experience

You’ve got a hole

In your side

You’re leaking blood

And you almost don’t know what to do next

But you know you can’t exactly go home like this, so you end up walking through the crowds on the boardwalk, fighting off shock and trying to ignore the bright lights and joyful screams around you as you try to find a bathroom to clean up in

If anyone notices that you’re hurt, you don’t notice them

Eventually, you find a bathroom, and once inside, you lock the door behind you and take a look in the mirror

As you stare down your reflection, you silently pray that the wound looks worse than it is

In part because it looks really bad

Like, bad enough to freak you out

But you’ve also got your fingers crossed that it looks worse than it is because, uh

If you die alone in a random boardwalk bathroom, David will kill you.

And yeah, the thought of an angry david sobers you up pretty quickly

You start doing first aid on yourself

You’re no pro, but you do your best with what you have

You clean the excess blood off of your wound with paper towels and tap water

At first you’re so focused on speed that you forget to be gentle

You regret it

But you quickly learn how to get shit done efficiently without needlessly torturing yourself

And thank fucking god, the wound does actually look worse than it is

The stab wound isn’t deep, and it didn’t hit anything important

It’s just gross

Once the bleeding stops, you frantically wash all of the blood off of your skin

And then you realize that you don’t have much to patch yourself up with

You end up using your jacket, which was already stained with your blood beyond repair

You rip it up for bandages, and then you realize that you’re uh

You’re probably going to have to get another shirt

Because yours has Noticeable Bloodstains

And not only will your Vampires notice that

But so will the General Public

So yeah, you buy a dumb t-shirt from the boardwalk

It says, “i survived the murder capital of the world and all i got was this stupid t-shirt”

You find it hilariously ironic that you are using this shirt to hide the fact that you almost didn’t survive the murder capital of the world

Anyway

You yeet your old shirt into a random fire, and then you head on back to the cave, hoping for the best

(hoping for the best here means: hoping that you don’t start bleeding again)

You don’t

And hey, when you get to the cave, it looks like the no one’s home

So that’s another win for you!

You walk on in and let yourself collapse onto one of the couches

And i mean, you instantly regret it, because ow

But it’s nice to feel something soft and comfortable after the time you had

You can’t relax, though

For one thing, every time you close your eyes you’re back there

Either getting stabbed by a stranger on the boardwalk, or shaking in the bathroom trying not to bleed out

You can feel your breath coming faster as the adrenaline in your system fades away and you start to realize that you were just stabbed

Someone pulled a knife on you, and they stabbed you

They could have killed you, you could have died, and you’re lucky you didn’t, but also, you’re not super lucky because you still got stabbed

And you really liked the shirt that you had to burn

And for another thing

There’s a vampire standing in front of you

When you open your eyes it makes you jump and scream a little

Which irritates your stab wound

Which makes you scream more and curl in on yourself

It’s very confusing to poor paul, who was already very confused because he could smell your blood even though none of your vampires bit you that day

Also, it’s not super relevant but you should know: he does kind of look like the “mom i frew up” meme

Or at least he does at first

Because the second you start to curl in on yourself, he is on you

Usually he’d apologize for startling you, but right now? Right now he can tell something’s up

Your boys might be dumbasses, but they’re more than smart enough to know when something is wrong

So, paul goes all

“Hey pretty thing, are you okay? What’s wrong?”

And you

You don’t want paul to worry, and you don’t want him to get mad at you for letting yourself get stabbed

And you really don’t want to talk about your stab wound in general

You just want paul to go so that you can have a panic attack over it in peace

But he doesn’t go

So you respond with

“I’m fine! Totally, totally fine, I just slept on my side weird and it’s bugging me, that’s all”

And y’know what, you’re actually mildly convincing

Too bad he can smell your blood

Thanks to that fun vampiric trait, he knows you aren’t telling him the truth

So, he leans in a little further, eyebrows furrowed, and he says

“You can tell me, baby. What’s wrong?”

Luckily (depending on who you ask) you don’t have to answer him, because marko drops into the cave

Yeaaaah, you were lucky enough to come home like, two minutes before the boys did

Rip

Anyway, it doesn’t take marko long to notice the scene on the couch

You’re curling up into the armrest and paul is leaning over you

It looks weird

And

You’re clutching your side

And paul looks concerned, so like i said, these boys may have like, three solid brain cells between them (three and a half if you want to count star) but they fucking Know when something’s up

Especially when something’s up with you

So, marko bounces over

And now he’s asking what’s wrong

He leans over the armrest of the couch

So he’s standing like, behind your head

And he asks, “What’s up, hot stuff?”

You lean your head back so you can look at him, you roll your eyes at the pet name, and again you say

“I’m fine. Paul’s just being a dick”

And paul, who now looks majorly offended, collapses onto the couch by your feet and goes

“I am not! I’m being a concerned boyfriend, you’re being a dick!”

Paul picked the wrong place to sit, because you kick him in the leg as hard as you can without hurting yourself

It’s not super hard, but paul acts like you stabbed him, ironically enough

While you and marko grin at his dramatics, david and dwayne drop into the cave

And uhhh, they’re much harder to distract, so good luck with that

Literally from the second they get into the cave, they’re both honed in on the smell of your blood

They make their way towards the couch you’re all crowded on, and as they do, david says

And he projects a bit, so the sound echos off the cave walls

“Why do I smell blood? Paul, Marko, did you start something without us?”

His tone is chiding, maybe a little teasing

But the second he sees their faces, his taunting demeanor drops to something much scarier

Concern

And now david says your name

And his voice gets a little deeper as he asks you why he can smell your blood

As you struggle to come up with an answer, david and dwayne make their way over to the couch

Dwayne, Known Sweet Boy, comes up behind the couch, takes your hand and kisses it

He doesn’t ask you anything, but he also doesn’t let go of your hands

You don’t look at his face

If you look at his face, you know he’s going to look back at you with an expression that is 100% concerned puppy dog, and you will crack like an egg and tell them everything

And then it’ll become a huge deal

And they won’t leave you alone

And you’ll probably cry in front of them

And you’ll make them waste their night taking care of you

And then you’ll get yelled at for being stupid, so no

You do not look at dwayne

Instead, you focus your attention on paul, who’s focusing on david, who’s focusing on you

And for a second, everything is silent

Then david kneels at your side which is fuckin

Rare

He likes to feel tall, kneeling is the Opposite of that

But he does it nonetheless

And he says your name again, and you Don’t Look At Him, you just keep your gaze straight and pretend to be somewhere else

Of course he says your name again, sounding more irritated this time

And he asks

“Why can we smell blood outside of the cave?”

And you relent a bit by answering

“Hey, it’s not like I’ve never bled around you before. Remember that time I fell? Or the time I gouged my shin open? Or the time one of the pigeons bit me?”

Yeahhh, even you know it’s a stupid argument

No matter how much blood you’ve lost around them, you know it doesn’t match this

And marko puts your thoughts to words

He legit says

“Yeah, but it’s never been this bad before, babe. What’s wrong?”

And after that you’re just

Bombarded with the boys asking some variation of “What’s wrong?” over and over

You cling to dwayne’s hand as their voices start to overwhelm you

But then he pulls away

And you just can’t take it anymore

So you yell

And you don’t mean to yell it, you just want to be heard

“OKAY, OKAY, fine, I’ll tell you”

They shut up, and instantly your voice drops like

A million decibels

As you say

“I… I may have been… lightly stabbed.”

There’s a beat of silence and then

“I’m sorry, you were STABBED?”

Dwayne breaks his silence, looking horrified, which is almost funny, because you know his methods of killing are a little more brutal than “stab the victim with a knife”

But then again, he’s never tried to kill you, so

Anyway, dwayne’s outburst is followed by paul and marko both shrieking some form of “excuse me”

(“I’M SORRY, WHAT?” and an actual, “EXCUSE ME?” respectively)

David is silent now as the other three just

Lose their shit

Paul is demanding to know where the wound is

Marko fucks off to go hunt for first aid supplies, but you can still hear him shouting about it

Dwayne has taken your hand back and he looks into your eyes as he asks

“Who did this to you?”

And quietly, you go

“Some douchebag on the boardwalk- look, guys, I was only lightly stabbed-”

And there’s another outburst

Paul and marko both yell that being “lightly” stabbed still isn’t good

Dwayne looks like he might kill someone or start crying, you aren’t sure which, maybe both

And that’s when david grabs your jaw

He’s surprisingly gentle with you- though, considering the stab wound, maybe that isn’t really a surprise

Either way

David makes you look at him, and he asks you

In a voice he reserves for quiet moments, which this isn’t, and special occasions, which this technically is

“Where’s the wound, baby?”

With a sigh, you tear your eyes from his and gingerly lift up your new shirt to reveal a blood-soaked makeshift bandage, which itself covers the shallow wound in your side

Haha, fuck

You wince at the sight of it

But your boys remain stone faced- if anything, they look angry

Except for paul, who also winces, but in a split second he goes from wincing to pissed like everyone else

And you let out a groan, because this is the one thing you were trying to avoid

Anger and concern

Just as you open your mouth to apologize, marko slams a small box of first aid stuff on the floor by the couch

You move to reach for it, but instantly, several pairs of hands are on you, pushing you (gently) back onto the couch

You

Roll Your Eyes

Fuckin vampires, always treating you like glass

“Hey, I’m not four years old,” you say, trying to sit up again, “I can treat my own stab wound”

Yeah, as you say it you manage to catch just how absurd your words sound

‘I can treat my own stab wound’ who says that?

You do, i guess

And you intend to follow through, but hey

You get pushed back down again

“Stay still, wouldya? Goddamn,” Marko fuckin growls as he pins your shoulders down, “We’re trying to help you, so stop moving.”

You give a very defiant wiggle. No one is amused but you.

With an irritated sigh, you resign yourself to staying on the couch

But it doesn’t stop you from trying to get them to leave you alone

“Look, guys, I’m fine. Don’t you have anything better to do than poke at me? Seriously-”

“Ha, you’re cute,” the response comes from paul this time

Paul who has, by the way, taken to holding your legs hostage

He continues with a very blunt

“But seriously, shut the fuck up and let us fix this, ‘kay?”

You glare at him, but with your legs and shoulders pinned, it’s not like you have much of a choice

So you just

Lie there

And try to pretend that this whole thing doesn’t make you want to break down crying because fuck, you couldn’t just almost get murdered, you also had to be a burden

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck

As you lie on the couch, the night’s events replay in your head

And as your emotions build, every shitty thing that happened to you that particular week also replay in your head

As marko starts to patch you up, and dwayne takes over pinning your shoulders down, and david starts plotting the murder of whoever did this out loud, you just

Try to stop them from seeing that you are Not Doing Okay

And here comes second, even tougher challenge:

Hiding Your Feelings From Your Four Boyfriends

Yeahhh, you fail at this one, too

Paul notices the tears in your eyes right the fuck away

It helps that he’s looking at your face, and not focusing on the marko medical drama going on at your side

He reaches up towards your face and he just says

In the softest fucking voice

“Hey, what’s wrong baby?”

And you just

Snap

The tears come to the front, just a bit, but it doesn’t stop you from yelling

“Jesus fuck, CAN YOU ALL JUST FUCK OFF SO I CAN CRY ABOUT THIS ALONE? Go hunt, or something, just- just go away.”

…

They do not just go away

They don’t really know what to do with that

They just know that you’re hurting and it’s bad

And they Don’t want to leave you alone

So instead, paul and dwayne give your leg and shoulder a squeeze, respectively

In like, emotional solidarity

And david leans in towards you so that you can hear him say

“If one of us was stabbed, you would be upset, right?”

You nod and he continues

“So why is it any different for you? You’ve been stabbed, you’re allowed to have emotions.”

You’re in the middle of processing that when marko

dear marko

Gives your shoulder a very awkward pat and says

“Besides, crying is sexy!”

And he states it so matter-of-factly

And he does it with this little smile, that you’re sure is supposed to be comforting, but oh my god

David smacks him on the back of the head for that while you just

Start to giggle

It’s which devolves to a weird mix of laughter and tears

It’s like

Mostly laughter

Meanwhile, paul just starts to openly mock marko for his, “crying is sexy” comment

And before you know it, your side is properly bandaged up

Yay!

But of course, it isn’t over

Less yay!

You’re finally allowed to sit up, and immediately paul yoinks you into his side

He clings to you a little bit, too, like he’s not sure he’ll get to hold you ever again

And yknow what it makes sense, you’re human, and fleshy, and easily breakable, and you got stabbed

He’s allowed to be freaked out, too. They all are

Anyway

The second you’re up, david is on his knees in front of you again

His hands are on your thighs, and now it’s his turn to ask

“Now tell us, baby- who did this to you?”

You give them best description you can, and just like that, they’re all headed for the exit

Except for paul, who’s still clinging to you

But before they can leave you call out to them

And you say, “I’m sorry.”

Every single one of them freezes

The next voice you hear is david’s

He asks

“Why would you apologize?”

And you take a second to answer

Because in your head you have several answers for him, but it is

Very difficult to express them out loud

And as you figure out how the fuck you’re gonna verbalize any of your feelings, the boys come right back to you

Marko plops down on your other side, dwayne stands behind you, and again, david is in front of you

But you can really only focus on david, because once again, he’s on his knees with his hands on your thighs, and he’s looking at you with a mix of confusion and sadness that you rarely see on his face

And finally you say:

“I- um. I’m making all of you worry. And it was stupid of me to get stabbed in the first place, because I could’ve gotten myself killed, and then I fucking cried everywhere, and-”

And that’s where you get cut off

Because david leans in (and moves his hands up your thighs) and he says

“Now, why would you ever apologize for all of that?”

You look up and meet his eyes as he continues, but he’s turning to look at the boys around you as he says

“I mean, if we apologized for being stupid then Paul and Marko would never stop apologizing- and if we had to apologize for getting stabbed, well-”

Everyone looks at marko

And that little shit just grins like he didn’t almost get murdered by a bunch of teenagers, and he says

“I’m not apologizing for that.”

It’s a little shit thing to say, but david nods and says, “Exactly, so you don’t apologize either. It’d be stupid to apologize, okay?”

You nod a little bit, and he smiles and says

“That’s it, babe,” he kisses you on the forehead and he stands

“Now if you’ll excuse us, we have to go commit a murder. We’ll be back, don’t go anywhere. Paul, you’re good staying?”

Paul promptly buries his face in your shoulder and gives david a thumbs up

Marko stands up, stretches, and starts to bounce away

Dwayne leans down and kisses your temple before he also walks away

Marko then runs back to you to kiss your cheek (he got excited about the oncoming murder)

Aaand that leaves you and paul alone

You turn to face him

(you fail, because he’s not going to move his face from your shoulder until he wants to_

And you ask

“Hey, don’t you want to go do some murder? Doesn’t murder sound fun?”

And i mean it does

But that’s not the answer you get

The answer you get is a very stressed sounding

“IF YOU PEOPLE KEEP GETTING STABBED, I’M NOT GOING TO BE ABLE TO MURDER BECAUSE EVERYONE I LOVE WILL BE STABBED.”

Yep, you and marko really did a number on this poor guy

So, that starts challenge three

Not Getting Stabbed For The Mental Health Of Your Four Boyfriends

It’s an easier challenge, you succeed at this one

Idk about marko tho, marko’s probably gonna get stabbed again. Not necessarily by a person. Maybe by a fence.

anyway

#the lost boys x reader #the lost boys x gender neutral reader #tlb x reader #poly!the lost boys x reader #tlb david x reader #tlb paul x reader #tlb dwayne x reader #tlb marko x reader #poly!tlb x reader

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sigmasemen · 7 days

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WHEN THEY GIVE YOU THEIR COAT. (1/2)

multiple blue lock characters x reader

tags: established relationship, tooth rotting fluff, short headcanons.

taglist: n/a currently.

characters: jingo raichi, meguru bachira, yo hiori, kurona ranze, sae itoshi, gin gagamaru, michael kaiser, kenyu yukimiya, alexis ness, gender neutral!reader.

word count: 2348

extra notes: reposted from my wattpad ^—^ !! older work… you cannot get me to read this shit. had to post it in multiple parts sorry y’all!!

JINGO RAICHI:

- He's definitely the sort of guy to get embarrassed that he did it. However, he'd also do it for the sweetest reason. Even if it comes at his own expense.

- Probably something simple. A sudden snow storm during your date, he realizes you're shivering as you walk home. At first, he tries just giving you his mittens but your shivering gets worse.

- "Just- Just take this." He throws his jacket over you in seconds, not making eye contact as he does it. You smiled like an idiot when he did it but he just played it off.

- You end up keeping it for a long time, and even though he's embarrassed about the story behind it, he thinks you look really nice in it. He's even got a photo of you in it that he gushes over!

- "Gushes over" mostly internally. He tries his best to never gush aloud about you. A hard but needed challenge.

- One of his friends tease him about the jacket though (Probably Bachira) and he ends up shouting at him to stop laughing.

- The walk of shame to Ego's office to ask for a new coat because his old one was "lost" was known amongst all teams for months.

MEGURU BACHIRA:

- Another sudden storm on your date, except you're both out of a restaurant. (McDonalds, specifically. He took you there because he knew it was gonna rain and he wanted somewhere closer to home. You ended up spending too much time fooling around on the kids area (got kicked out because you're both teenager.))

- Bachira doesn't notice at first. In fact, he's shivering himself. He loves thunder and even attempts to jump in puddles with you.

- Even though you're cold, you try your best to focus on your lovely boyfriend's smile and how happy he seems doing this.

- And not the freezing feeling you feel in your hands and thighs.

- Except after one of his louder and harder splashes, you shiver quite intensely.

- "Oh? Oh!" He probably looks so shocked, but immediately gets close to you and throws his jacket over the both of you. Even if a good portion of Bachira is sticking out of it, he doesn't care.

- "First one to my house wins!" And even though you made it, soaked beyond belief (mostly your lower halves from bending over/standing on tippy toes to each other) you're both more than happy.

- For a while, then you realize you're both sick the next day.

- And even though Bachira's teammates tease him for making a mess of himself and getting sick because he wanted to please someone? He smiles and laugh. "It was worth it!"

YO HIORI:

- Hiori is deemed the prettiest and one of the most "gentlemen-like" people in Blue Lock due to how nicely he treats you. This story was actually quite expected and really not a shock at all. They all sort of shrugged it off as they heard and told the others, "Yeah, not a surprise.

- It was a nice day in Blue Lock, the birds (Ego) were chirping (yelling to get to work) and everything seemed to go soundly. Until a certain coach decided that it was too warm and chose to turn up the AC as high as he could.

- So, almost immediately? You were shivering in your spot and holding onto yourself.

- Until a certain pretty boy walked up behind you and tapped your shoulder. He smiled for a second and asked if you were alright.

- "Oh! Yeah, I'll be fine."

- Hiori pauses and smiles, then wraps his coat around you. "Does that feel better?"

- You pause, then quickly nod and tighten your grip on the zipper of it. "Thanks!"

- Almost immediately does he sit next to you. He isn't a super social person, but that's fine. You aren't one either.

- It's the rare comfortable silence you get around here.

- You fumble with the jacket in your hands, feeling at the pockets until you grasped something. You glanced up at a distracted Hiori, already staring at the corner of the room. So, you dug through your pockets and noticed something.

- "Is this 9S?" It was a small can badge.

- Hiori looked your way and gave a short laugh, "Ah, it is. It's a self indulgent purchase I made last year..." He scratched the back of his head, "Sorry about that!"

- "No! I love 9S!" Your eyes practically lit up as you leaned towards him, "His design, his character, his lore, he's so investing!"

- A pause came from Hiori, before a smile spread across his lips.

KURONA RANZE:

- Kurona is the more silently romantic type. He's not the sort of guy that'll be super PDA like, but he will do a lot of romantic things in private. Like giving you his plate, or letting you touch his shark plush. Hell, he'll even let you feel his teeth and show them off them you ask about them.

- However, the most notable experience of all with him and his private displays of affection are when you two were having a casual walk through Blue Lock. You were just discussing how you wanted to become the best strikers together and your plans for the future, then he paused.

- "Are you cold?" He pointed at the bodysuit, ignoring the fact he was in an identical one. Maybe it was because sharks were secretly warm blooded...

- "Just a bit, I'll be fine!" You smile, then resume your conversation where you had left off.

- Though Kurona was physically present for the entire thing, he seemed to have more on his mind.

- And this somehow led Kurona into your dorm late at night, dropping his jacket off at your dorm along with a note. You knew it was simple, but the small shark doodle with a thumbs up along with his slightly sloppy hand writing made you smile.

- From there on, even if it inconvenienced you, you would wear his coat constantly. During matches, in public, whenever. Every time Kurona sees you with it, it makes him nod. He doesn't smile much, but he always has a slightly less neutral expression his face and occasionally is more touchy.

SAE ITOSHI:

- Sae isn't a particularly romantic person, he only acts romantic when he's dating someone. He's significantly more subtle with his romantic actions. You have one of his jerseys? You probably took it from his locker.

- You've actually given him more of your clothes than he's given you his. He doesn't wear your clothes unless you really nag him about it. Then he'll do it just to make you smile.

- However, there are rare instances where he'll give you just a bit of attention. It's not super pampering, but he will give you his stuff. Specifically his coat if you look cold. It's rare, he does end up asking for it back, but he loans you it a lot.

- You've told him countless times he doesn't have to, but he keeps doing it.

- It's nice. Honestly? It smells just like him. It's surprisingly clean 90% of the time.

- On more often occasions, you're wearing his jersey to surprise him. He always tells you to take it off because he doesn't want it to be messed up (he trusts you, just... Not with his clothing.). He still thinks you look nice in it.

- He gives you one of his coats and jerseys more permanently after you get married, and then has to pry his eyes away. It just makes you want to wear it all the more.

- He has a small photo of it that you gifted him in his bottom drawer. He sometimes looks at it but hides it for the most part.

GIN GAGAMARU:

- Gagamaru has a hard time realizing when hems actually being romantic or nice. He does try really hard to make you happy and do all the romantic things in the world for you.

- However, jackets.

- He never understood why partners were so into giving each other coats because he could only imagine how the smell of the jacket would be. Not that you smelled bad, of course not. He thought you smelled great. It would just be foreign.

- However, that all changed when you first offered him your jacket. It was after a chilly day and you wanted to be romantic, so he took it for your approval.

- He wore it for a few days without complaint. He even asked Isagi to wash it a few times. It was a lot different than he'd thought. It was like carrying a bit of you around everywhere you went. Like he had your arms constantly around you. A constant memory of you in his mind, no matter what he was doing.

- He took a lot longer than necessary to give it back, but he gave it back when you needed it again since you were cold.

- You even when he did it, "Isn't this my jacket?"

- "I thought we were sharing it now." He reached over to pat your head gently.

- Well, you accepted pretty quickly that you were going to be sharing a jacket with Gagamaru from now on. Not like that was an issue though. You enjoyed it.

#bllk #bllk x you #blue lock #x reader #sae itoshi x reader #sae itoshi #bachira meguru #bachira meguru x reader #gin gagamaru #gin gagamaru x reader #jingo raichi #jingo raichi x reader #yo hiori #yo hiori x reader #cupid’s bangers

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otoyas · 1 year

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michael kaiser x f!reader

cw: smut, fingering, public sex (ish), dubcon, michael kaiser >:(

michael never misses the opportunity to touch you - even in public, and especially when he’s having a team dinner with his teammates.

he is absolutely shameless.

he’s quite subtle at first. his warm hand resting on your thigh, drawing circles on your skin, a common display of affection from him. then, his hand starts to wander higher and higher, which is hard to ignore when the conversation starts to bore you a little.

“michael!” you scold him quietly, slapping his hand away before he starts to get any ideas.

“yes, dear?” he challenges you, smirking, and completely ignoring your efforts to stop him. but he obeys. only for a little while.

a hand meets your inner thigh again but time, now dangerously close to you heat, your skirt lifting upwards at the action.

just as you’re about to scold him again, his teammate’s cheers cut you off and he takes this as an opportunity to pull your panties to the side, slipping a finger in your soaked cunt.

“aw, baby,” he coos and all you can do is take a sip of your wine. another finger enters your cunt and you shiver, pussy throbbing at the sudden stretch. the palm of his hand presses against your clit and you want to die.

michael rubs your back gently and brings his other hand on your temple, feigning concern. “is everything alright? you feel a little, hot princess.”

you nod and grit a quiet yes through your teeth, subconsciously opening your thighs. and you’re glad that none of his teammates are paying attention to you both.

his fingers pump in and out of you, the loudness of the group masking the quiet squelching noise of your pussy.

it’s almost embarrassing how wet you are. you can feel it on the seat - your wetness spreading all the way to the inside of your thighs, excess fluids soaking the cushion.

when he stuffs another finger inside of your pussy, you almost moan at the feeling. his long fingers skillfully press against the squishy spot inside of you. you instinctively grasp at his ink filled arm, nails scratching at his skin, unable to contain yourself.

he finds that sweet spot again and your tummy twitches, hand accidentally banging on the table at the sudden pleasure.

several eyes meet yours and kaiser apologizes for you, claiming that you can’t handle your alcohol. if only they knew that your boyfriend’s knuckles deep in your cunt right now. you quickly mutter an apology again, waving them off giving everyone a sheepish smile.

however, the second everyone’s attention subsides, there’s a glimmer in your boyfriends eyes and a devilish grin forming in his face.

“if you wanna give them a show, then give them a show sweetheart.”

#blue lock smut #bllk smut #michael kaiser smut #blue lock x reader #michael kaiser x reader #uh i love him…#by otoyas #tw dubcon #kaiser.drabble

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kanmom51 · 11 months

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Getting bombed with y/ns on how dare we think something may be cooking between Jikook when Jungkook's recent MV has him being in a straight relationship and having references to sex. This apparently confirms Jungkooks het card and makes us delusional.

How do you suggest I respond?

Btw the video was funny af. The lyrics were R rated but the video was far from raunchy. Very cute and quirky.

I know Kook says he can't act for shit but he looked so cute as the placating boyfriend you know? He would do well in rom coms ngl.

Lol. If these y/ns see any kind of chemistry, sexual or romantic between JK and Sohee, then I guess good for them?

If they don't understand the concept of what a closeted gay/queer man means then I guess it will be like writing on ice.

Thing is that JK is such a smart young man. The song is about sex and needing to be with the person constantly, 7 days a week. He himself said that about the "love of my life" (we know exactly who that is). And yet he managed to give us a MV with a love interest but zero sexual or romantic tension.

I'd send them to watch this MV:

youtube

A song also released by a gay closeted man (at the time).

That is a romantic MV. A romantic storyline.

Including kisses. Several of them, no less...

Didn't make George Michael any less gay than he already was.

Look, it's kind of a waste of time with y/ns.

There is so much more to say, but they won't listen.

They won't even look.

They won't see JK's photo shoot (these are the same ones trying to ot7-fy his photoshoot, just as long as it has nothing to do with JM).

They won't see Jikook wearing same necklace in the clips.

They won't see JM going to NY to support JK.

They won't see Jikook going out together in NY.

They won't see JK wearing the muddy jeans in the dance challenge or the necklace or the choreo similarities.

All they see is "there's a woman in the clip, and they hold hands at the end so he has to be straight".

There really is no fighting this kind of logic.

#Jungkook #JK #JK Seven #ask

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south-of-heaven · 9 months

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shawn michaels x mcmahon!reader where shawn and hunter get in trouble with vince and reader has to come get them out of it after an emergent text from hunter?

Pretty please || Shawn Michaels x Reader

Summary: You get Shawn and Hunter out of a sticky situation with your dad.

Dating you, the daughter of Vince McMahon, had its unique set of challenges, and Shawn Michaels had learned that the hard way. On one hand, he cherished the time he spent with you, but on the other, he constantly found himself caught in the crosshairs of your dad's disapproval. It was a complicated dance that Shawn had become quite proficient in.

One fateful day, trouble was brewing, and Shawn and his best friend, Triple H, found themselves on the wrong side of it yet again. Mr. McMahon, your formidable father, had called them into his office, and both men knew they were in for a tongue-lashing of epic proportions.

However, Hunter was known for more than just his wrestling skills. He was a master strategist, and he knew just how to call for reinforcements when needed. As they were escorted to Vince's office, Hunter discreetly pulled out his phone and fired off a text to you.

Hunter: Hey, Sweetheart. We're in a bit of a jam here. Can you work your magic with Vince? Please? Pretty please?

Your phone buzzed with Hunter's message, and you couldn't help but smirk as you read it. They were in trouble again, and they needed your intervention. Your dad couldn't resist your charms, and you'd used that to your advantage more than once.

You quickly replied, "On my way. Sit tight. "

Your dad was in for it, and he knew it when he saw you striding purposefully towards his office. His "sweet little girl" facade was hard to resist, and he braced himself for your pleading, those puppy-dog eyes, and that pout that had broken his resolve many times before.

Without knocking, you barged into his office, finding your dad seated at his imposing desk, a stern look etched across his face. Shawn and Hunter stood nearby, looking appropriately contrite.

"Hi Dad," you began, your voice sweet as honey, "I heard you were giving Shawn and Hunter a hard time again. They've been working so hard, and I hate to see them stressed."

Vince sighed. It was hard to maintain his anger when you were standing there, laying on the charm. "Sweetheart, you know they need to be disciplined when they mess up. It's for the good of the business."

You took a step closer, your expression turning into your best innocent gaze, eyes wide and pleading. "I know, Dad, but can't you go a little easy on them, just this once? For me?"

Vince shifted uncomfortably in his chair. He was losing this battle, and he knew it. He glanced at Shawn and Hunter, who were exchanging glances behind your back, clearly relieved.

"Alright, alright," Vince finally relented, waving his hand dismissively. "But this is the last time, you hear me? They need to shape up."

You beamed, rushing over to give your dad a quick hug. "Thanks, Dad! You're the best!"

As you left his office, you couldn't help but grin. It was a dance you'd mastered—playing mediator between your dad and your boyfriend and his best friend. Vince couldn't say no to you, his "sweet little girl," and this time was no different. Shawn and Hunter would escape with nothing more than a warning, and you knew they'd be eternally grateful for your intervention once again.

#wwe fanfiction #wwe x reader #pro wrestling #wrestling #wwe #shawn michaels x reader #heartbreak kid shawn michaels #shawn michaels #heart break kid #heartbreak kid #hbk #wwf #attitude era

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cffeeluv · 2 years

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Helloo!can u do a fluffy headcanons where Michael and y/n as parents?its stuck on my head😭❤️

+points if child is Gregory

Ur mikol fics give me butterflies:'))❤️❤️

i’m so sorry this is me getting to this !! i’ve jus been super busy :(((

but heehehehehhehe dad michael lives in my head rent free!!!!

female reader <3

when you both found out you were pregnant, it was a massive wake up call. you knew you wanted to be a parent, but because of michaels past, having kids was never his priority, you respected it, but you knew you wanted michael to be the father of your kids

both of you were terrified, but also excited. it was unplanned, and in all honesty you expected michael to panic and bolt for the door, but he didn’t. you both sat for hours discussing options, asking each other how you feel, he was extremely supportive, and told you he was fully committed to you and your baby. michael had asked to see the pregnancy test, and once he had it in his grasp he would look at it for what felt like hours. he popped the stick down, and took you into his arms for a warm embrace, promising you he’d be there for you.

michael was attentive and supportive throughout your whole pregnancy. it was at the first scan of your child that made something in michaels head click, you both out you were having a boy, and michael realised this is what he wanted, he wanted a baby with you. he would work with extra hours just to be sure there was a decent income for his new addition to his tiny family. he’d bombard you with calls and texts, asking if you were okay, whatever you craved, michael got for you. he made you feel loved all over again

9 months flew past, and it was finally time for your baby to arrive. everything went as well as it could have, and michael was by your side the whole time, holding your hand and placing a damp cloth on your head from time to time, reminding you constantly how good you were doing. you tiny baby boy had finally made it into the world, and both of you were besotted by him. tears and ‘i love you’s’ were exchanged profusely, as you were holding your baby.

both of you had struggled to pick a name for a few days, but michael suggested a name that just felt right. gregory. when the time came for yous to finally return home, you were scared, but elated to live your new life with your boyfriend and your newborn. at first, you both didn’t have a clue what you were doing. gregory would cry at the drop of a hat, and trying to figure out why he was crying was a challenging task, but you both worked together to make it easier for one another. michael knew you were sore and tired, he often take it into his own hands to look after gregory whilst you got some rest.

having a baby changed michael for the best, he was a natural at caring for his child. he knew what to do, and would be the one to get up in the middle of the night if gregory was crying to be fed. being a father suited him so well. you found it extremely attractive and he was now obsessed with the idea of being a father, making the odd joke about having another one down the line.

as gregory grew from this tiny little human, into a toddler, he began to look like michael more and more. gregory had michaels piercing baby blue eyes, and michaels love for both you and gregory grew daily, if that was even possible. whenever he could he would take gregory everywhere, showing the world his brand new little family. michael adored you, the mother of his child, and not a day went by where he didn’t remind you of it

i hope this is okay anon 🥺, dad michael makes me feral

#fem reader #michael afton #michael afton fnaf #michael afton x reader #michael afton x you #michael afton headcanons #michael afton fluff

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gamequeenanya · 6 months

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You and your FNAF boyfriend (Security Guards!)

Doing one of these character things because they're fun! :3

Prompt: You discover he's ticklish.

Mike / Michael Afton:

Mike was just showing you how well he could shoot hoops in basketball. You run over to high-five him, and pull him into a hug. Unfortunately for him, your fingers decide to feel along the fabric of his jersey. You think it's a nice material.

You did not expect to hear him flinch and giggle.

Uh oh.

Mike blushes and goes to explain it away, but it's too late. You figured it out.

Tickle time! :D Michael bursts into laughter and flails as you tickle him everywhere!

Luckily it's a private session.

Michael's worst spots are his sides, hips, and ears. (Yes, just gently brush your fingers along them.)

Most ticklish to pokes.

Will take revenge immediately! This man will not have mercy until you beg and apologize!

Cuddles afterwards. With hot tea. :)

Jeremy:

It's actually he that tickles you first.

Did it to get your attention.

You squeal and give him a 'don't do that again!' look. Even though you secretly want him to do it again…

The next time you see him, it's revenge time! You sneak up behind him and pull him into a hold, tickling his ribs by tapping them rhythmically.

But wait, dear reader! Canon Jeremy is brave, and likes a challenge! Get ready for your doom! :D

Jeremy squirms, defiantly fighting your grasp until he gets loose. Then he pulls you into his arms and tickles you, giving you the same opportunity to get away.

You do, and then you look up at him knowingly. The two of you would have many tickle fights in the coming weeks!

Worst spots are his ribs, armpits, and face (Brush his nose or his cheeks with a feather)

Feathers or feather-light touches get him best.

Will want a movie afterwards and shares hot apple cider.

Fritz:

Yes, Fritz is his own person! Huzzah! :D

Fritz is surprisingly shy. The first time you tickled him, you did it to tease. He blushed and squirmed away immediately.

We'll say he's generous. Generous with sharing his food, and generous with tickles! If you tell him, you want a tickle fight, he will gladly give you what you ask for!

Laughs easily, and rather ticklish. But always afraid he'll hurt you… This is why he tends to lose tickle fights. Poor Fritz!

Whether you are dating him, or are just friends, he will always tickle you in the ways you prefer. :) Gentleman!

Worst spots are his armpits, tummy, and legs. Feet are also a big contender!

Equally sensitive to whatever tickle tool you want to use. Go crazy!

Soft cuddles afterwards, which usually ends in the two of you falling asleep.

William:

Are you sure you want this man to tickle you…? Really sure…?

Okay then… but be warned. This man is merciless.

It's probably safest to just let him tickle you first. He does end up tickling all of his employees eventually - controversial as that may be…

He will usually sneak up behind someone and playfully pinch their hips, reminding them to smile in a sultry tone.

After hearing your laugh, he wants more. And strange though it is, you end up wanting more too.

Tickle the Weem! :D Ahem. I mean William. Heh.

Wait, that's right! Nicknames. Be playful, and he may be more likely to tickle you.

Anyways, as I was saying: tickle him back! He lets out a low chuckle, not wanting to embarrass himself. But if you continue, you'll end up hearing high pitched squeals, and begging for mercy!

Whatever you do, don't interrogate him while tickling! He'll see it as a betrayal. It's a grave mistake (literally).

But seriously. Screams like a little girl. Have mercy on him! (Or don't. :3)

Worst spots: feet, back, scalp.

Most ticklish to: paintbrushes.

Aftercare? Nah. He's too embarrassed and just wants to recover in his office alone!

Phone Guy / Scott:

My sweet baby boy angel! <3333333333333333 Protect this man's smile 2kforever.

You know what they say: The more anxious someone is, the more ticklish they are! (It's science.) Poor darlin' can't catch a break.

Really get to know him as a friend, build trust, and show him you genuinely care. If you do this, his laughter will be all the more sweet. <3

It will definitely be a love language thing for him. Hold him close, cuddle him, and then tickle him. He will have so much fun, and you will as well! :)

Has the kind of laugh that can heal people. Seriously, it's something special.

Everyone at work knows how ticklish he is. (Again, poor darlin'!) If someone simply drags their finger along his back, or taps his shoulder, he will squeal!

But it's okay. He's not too worried, because he has you around to protect him. <3

With permission, he will tickle you back. And he will tease you about all the things that make you precious while he does so!

What goes around comes around! Tickle him back, and hear that precious laugh! (Compliment him too, but only in private, because he gets emotional.)

Worst spots: navel, knees, neck.

Most ticklish to: scrub brushes (only on "tough" spots)

Despite usually losing a tickle fight, he will offer comfort to you afterwards. Lay on top of him, and make him feel safe and loved too. <3

#character x reader #prompts #my writing #tickle headcanons #fnaf tickling #michael x reader #william x reader #fritz x reader #phone guy x reader #jeremy x reader #uhh #I'm new at these character things #mock if you dare #just send me the word 'mock' over and over :P

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mandoalorian · 1 year

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Look For The Light

Prologue: Part II

[read prologue part I here]

Summary: You are a hardened survivor trying to navigate your way in a post-apocolyptic world when you bump into an old friend who goes by the name of Joel Miller.

Warnings: MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH(s). All TLOU relevant warnings such as gore, violence, guns, drugs, and cursing. dickhead boyfriend gets his karma<3

Author’s Note: This chapter was such a challenge to write! I'm not used to writing action sequences, or horror for that matter. Now that the prologue is over, I'm excited to officially explore the post-apocalyptic universe and write battle-hardened Joel. The best is yet to come! I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Word count: 5,000 words.

Masterlist | Want to support me? | Listen to ‘Look For The Light’ on Spotify

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You didn’t speak to Michael for the rest of the evening. Battling with your own concerns and your feelings towards Joel, you told yourself you were just worried about Tommy. That was enough to justify your heart-wrenching fear of regret. You liked Joel, you always had, and you didn’t want to leave it too long to tell him. So, you decided that tomorrow, during movie night, you’d pull him to one side and tell him the truth. If he rejected you, then so be it. You’d be hurt for sure, but what kind of life would you live if you weren’t honest with yourself?

At around 7 p.m., you started to get hungry and contemplated ordering a pizza. You dragged your feet out of bed and padded into the living room to check in with Michael, who was just sitting on the edge of the sofa, playing on the PlayStation 2. You flinched at the blasts of gunfire that emerged from the television set as Michael’s character shot down what looked like monsters made out of pixels.

“What are you playing?” you asked your boyfriend, trying to push to have a conversation with him. Truthfully, you just wanted Michael to apologise to you. You deserved that much, and if you could swindle an ‘I’m sorry’ out of him by taking interest in his dumb video game, then you’d be more than satisfied. You felt shameful, having to jump through hoops in a pitiful attempt to get him to say sorry to you.

Michael grumbled something incoherent and then violently threw the controller at the TV. You jumped, your lips parting in shock at his sudden outburst. His character had died. On instinct, you bounced back, not liking this angry side of him. Sure, Michael could be a jerk sometimes… or, all of the time, but the violence he was displaying ever since coming home today was unusual, to say the very least. He was normally more than comfortable making snide comments about your appearance or backhanded misogynistic jokes, but today he was yelling, breaking what little furniture you had, and he had even kicked one of the chairs over, cracking the leg.

“If there were ever a zombie apocalypse, I know damn well I’d survive,” Michael smirked. He seemed to have calmed down pretty quickly, picking the video game controller off the floor and starting the game back up. “But you…” your boyfriend looked at you up and down. “Well, at least you’d lose a little weight.”

There was the Michael you had come to know. You narrowed your eyes in his direction. No pizza then.

You felt so fed up, and you contemplated just calling Joel. Did you really have to wait til tomorrow evening to see him again? You’d do anything to leave this life behind and go back to the neighbourhood you were brought up in; back to your family and your easy old babysitting job. You didn’t care for your new job at the office, and you didn’t care for your faulty apartment and shitty boyfriend either. You missed your friends back home and you missed your old life. If you just had one chance to go back and change everything, you would do it in a heartbeat.

If only you didn’t feel so trapped. If there was a chance to leave this life behind, you sure as hell would take it. No matter the consequences.

“I’m going to bed,” you announced flatly, anticipating that Michael would spend the entirety of the night playing his video game anyway. You figured that you weren’t going to force an apology out of him, especially if he wasn't prepared to give one. As you used to tell Sarah, ‘if men wanted to, they would.’

“Could you pass me the rest of the cookies?” Michael asked, not even tearing his eyes from the screen. His tone was crass.

Without another word, you tossed him the plate of cookies, dropped it by his side and marched into your bedroom. You felt tears burn your eyes and you were furious that you had obliged with his request. You were a people-pleaser through and through, and no matter how much Michael irked you, you hated to be on his wrong side. The only thing stopping you from breaking down and crying was that you got to see Joel again tomorrow, and Sarah, of course. It may have still only been earlier, but the quicker you managed to get to sleep, the quicker tomorrow would come.

Only between the sirens outside and Michael’s yelling from the other room, you found it hard to settle down. You glanced at your bedside table and looked over at your phone. You could just call Joel, find a good excuse to talk to him… ask him about Tommy. You decided against it though, believing that Joel certainly would have had better things to do than spend his Friday night on the phone with you.

However, while you were tucked up in bed trying to sleep, Joel was in Arlington County Jail with the full intention of busting his younger brother, Tommy, out of his cell. Fully aware of the chaos outside, Joel knew that he didn’t have long and that he had to get home to Sarah.

When Joel arrived at Arlington County Jail, Tommy appeared distressed, his black curly hair out of place and beads of sweat lacing his hairline. Joel found him alone, pacing back and forth with his arms crossed against his chest. There was no security, no cops. It was unusual for the jail to be this isolated, especially down in the cells.

“Where’s the sheriff?” Joel asked, busting through the door.

“Gone home,” Tommy said quickly. “Left me here to rot. Everyone is gone. They all left me here. And—and there’s something going on out there—I don’t know what but I can hear the screams and—”

Tommy’s heart pounded against his chest as he gazed through the small grid-locked window at the top of his cell. There was no way he could see out of the window, which made it all the more terrifying. He couldn’t put context to the sounds he heard.

“I know Tommy, I know,” Joel replied, equally as stressed and confused as his brother. Joel didn’t know much, but he knew more than Tommy at this point. He’d heard things about the Cordyceps. Things he couldn’t believe were true… but right now he had no choice but to not question them. He could only think about his daughter. “We have to get back to Sarah. Where’d the sheriff keep the damn key for your cell?”

The older brother scurried around, checking all the pots and trinkets on the sheriff’s desk and even on the hangers behind the door, making a mess of the ornaments and décor in the meantime. A loud scream from outside the jail made Joel freeze in his footsteps, his entire body tensing up as a person’s painful cries echoed throughout the station.

Snapping Joel out of his thoughts, Tommy clapped his hands together. “Top drawer to the left of his desk,” Tommy pointed. “Hurry up Joel.”

Joel opened the drawer and located the small silver key, twisting it into the cell door and unlocking it. The cell door swung open and Tommy immediately dived out of the hole and jogged around the sheriff's desk, opening the much longer bottom drawer and bringing out a rifle. Tommy had seen the sheriff leave it in there before he left the station an hour ago. Like second nature, he slid the weapon over his shoulder and grabbed the sheriff’s pistol from the desk. He offered it to his brother, but Joel merely shook his head.

“Jesus Christ Tommy, really, a gun?” Joel asked, bringing his hand to his face.

“We don’t know what’s going on out there, but with all this gunfire and sirens and screams—well shit Joel, I guess you ain’t gonna be the one shooting anyway,” Tommy said as coherently as he could, but the words ended up jumbled in the panic he was currently facing. He slid the pistol into the back of his jeans and kept his hand armed on the rifle. Tommy was a US veteran; he’d fought in wars… he was a survivor, but if there was one thing he hated, it was not knowing what was going on. It was being without a plan.

Tommy’s gaze located the fire alarm which was guarded by a glass frame. Next to it, was an axe on the wall. Tommy grabbed the axe and handed it over to Joel, his eyes wide and pleading as he issued Joel a compromise. Joel hesitated for a moment, looking at the axe, but his thoughts were quickly interrupted by a large explosion that erupted outside, making both of the brothers crouch down and cover themselves on impulse. Joel took the axe from Tommy and adjusted his grip around the wooden handle.

“We have to go, now,” Tommy announced, and Joel swallowed. He could barely get his words out as worry filled the pit of his stomach. He said a silent prayer, hoping that Sarah was safe and had locked all the doors. She was a smart girl, Joel told himself. She wouldn’t do anything rash that would put herself in danger.

Joel nodded in agreement when he’d registered Tommy’s needing words. Finding his feet, Joel stood up and followed Tommy outside of the station and to the truck. Hundreds if not thousands of people fled the streets, running away from something that had yet to reveal itself. Bodies massed the ground, some injured and some dead, and the smell of smoke filled the air.

Joel slid into the driver's seat and started the engine. He skipped through the radio channels, hoping to hear a broadcast that would give him some information as to what exactly is going on. But all that could be heard was loud, crackling static.

“Call Sarah,” Joel requested Tommy as he pulled out of the driveway.

After multiple attempts of calling his niece, Tommy shook his head in defeat.

“She’s not answering?” Joel quizzed hurriedly, slamming his hand on the steering wheel as he continued to navigate the streets. His palms were clammy and his heart slammed against his chest.

“It’s not that,” Tommy huffed. “I can’t get through. The line must be down, no service…”

“Fuck.” Joel hissed through his teeth, now speeding down the highway, doing his damn best to avoid the traffic and cars that were offside the road.

When Joel and Tommy pulled into the driveway, Sarah was already standing outside, waiting for them. Her brown eyes were wide, her mouth was agape and tears stained her cheeks. Behind her, Mrs Adler made rapid movements, crawling across the porch and eventually standing up.

Joel and Tommy sprung out of the car and Tommy raised his rifle, getting a clear shot on Mrs Adler as she approached the family at a rapid speed.

“Sarah get in the truck!” Joel cried, and the young girl quickly obliged.

“Joel! What are we doing?” Tommy quizzed frantically, his index finger hovering over the trigger of his rifle as Mrs Adler’s body twitched and quivered. The infected old lady growled in pain as Joel took his axe and with all of his pent-up brute force, hammered it into Mrs Adler’s skull.

Sparing not even a second, when Mrs Adler dropped to the ground, Joel and Tommy clambered back into the front seats of the truck. Tommy this time took the driver's seat so Joel could give directions, but also comfort his daughter who was silently sobbing in the back.

“You—you killed her.” Sarah whimpered, her fingernails digging into the palms of her hand as she looked at her father in horror.

“I’m sorry baby girl,” Joel whispered, leaning back and outstretching his arm. He took Sarah’s hand and with his thumb, began to rub comforting circles into her skin. “I’m so sorry.”

It was late when you woke up; two maybe three in the morning. Michael’s side of the bed was still empty, and as you sat upright and rubbed your eyes, you doubted that he was still playing his game. It had been hours. The sky was painted a velvet blue-black and in the far distance, you could still hear sirens, albeit it was now a lot quieter.

You contemplated for a moment, wondering whether you should go back to sleep or check in on your boyfriend who had been acting out of the ordinary all evening. After a few moments, you breathed out an audible sigh and determined that you should probably check in on him. He had work first thing in the morning and should’ve been asleep long ago. You slipped out of your bed and throw over your robe, sliding your feet into your favourite fuzzy slippers and opened your bedroom door.

The first thing you noticed was the crackling sound of static on the television, almost as if the power had cut out. Your gaze followed a pile of crumbs on the floor which traced back to a crumbled-up cookie and a smashed china plate that you had previously presented them on. You adjusted your vision, your tired eyes still getting used to the bright light of your living area, and noticed Michael who was standing tall and upright, staring out of the kitchen window.

“Michael?” you asked, slowly walking up to him. “Have you seen the time? You need to go to bed.”

Michael didn’t respond, other than a small twitch of his fingers at the sound of his own name. As you closed in on him, you noticed his breathing was very heavy and he moved very little.

“You ignoring me now?” you whined. “Look, you’ve been nothing but a dick to me ever since we moved in together, but if I’m willing to move past your attitude, and the fact you broke a chair and smashed one of my china plates, then you should really—” the second you placed your hand on Michael’s shoulder, he let out a high pitched shriek and darted around 90 degrees so he was facing you.

It all happened so fast. His skin was pale white and his pupils appeared dilated. Not only that, but the white of his eyes was bloodshot red and you noticed the veins in his temples pulsating. Michael looked at you and for just a moment, his expression appeared soft and regretful, but then, within a mere second, his movements became quick and animalistic. Michael dived on top of you, letting a growl escape his lips as he pushed you down onto the hardwood floor beneath you. You yelped as your body came crashing to the ground. Michael was stronger than ever and it took all your might to escape his grip. You felt his muscles spasming and his body twitching as he eagerly tried to pin you to the ground, but as he struggled, you managed to shuffle your body backwards in the direction the TV set and closer to your bedroom.

You couldn’t draw your eyes away from your boyfriend, despite feeling the pure terror rage within you. Your back hit the bedroom door and you cursed yourself for closing it behind you. Dead end.

Michael came closer and closer, and in an effort to evade him, you stumbled to your feet. And squeezed behind the television. It was a cube-shaped 28 inch Sony TV box, typical of 2003, with rounded corners and a mighty weight to it. He grappled to get to you and you noted just how determined he was. He kept growling, his mouth watering as he punched his fists into the television and scream with rage. He seemed unfazed that his hands were now bleeding, and that the glass had smashed into smithereens around his feet on the floor.

“Michael,” you sobbed quietly, helpless warm tears rolling down your cheeks. “Michael, you’re scaring me.”

Michael snarled and shrieked in response, and his bleeding hand found your face, grabbing onto it in an attempt to get closer to you. You screamed into the palm of his hand as his fingernails dragged across your skin, scratching down your cheek and neck. You knew if you stayed here, Michael was going to hurt, maybe even kill you. Something had happened to him, and you were in danger, that much was clear. But there was nowhere to run. Nowhere to go. The TV set was the only thing blocking Michael from you, and if you were to slip out now, his fast and primal instincts would have no qualms with attacking you again.

And then, an instinct which was driven by nothing short of raw, unfeigned fear – you knew what you had to do.

With all the power and energy that you could muster, you shifted your entire body weight and applied pressure to the TV. Slowly but surely, your force began to move the TV away from the entertainment centre and closer to Michael. You let out a scream as your muscles tensed and your arms began to hurt. One more big push and the TV would fall atop of Michael.

You blinked away the tears that filled your glossy eyes and whispered. “Michael, I am so sorry.”

And with one final push, the weighty TV box crashed on top of Michael, pushing him to the ground. Michael’s shrieks were no more and his body lay there, a pool of blood emerging from his lifeless frame.

You heaved and cried and screamed as you slid out from the entertainment centre and looked at Michael’s corpse. You’d killed him. You had killed your boyfriend.

You were a murderer.

Pacing around in circles you wondered what to do – whom to call. So you took out your phone and dialled the one person you could trust the most. Joel.

When Joel woke up, he was on the ground. As were Tommy and Sarah. Flames engulfed their surroundings and the truck had been turned over on its side as a result of a plane crashing into them. Joel wasn’t sure how long he’d been knocked out for, but it surely couldn’t have been more than a few minutes. It was the ringing of his cell phone that had awoken him. Joel didn’t move until the ringing stopped, his phone was too far to reach anyway, and then he tried to gather himself.

“Daddy?” Sarah croaked. “Daddy? Wake up.”

“I’m here baby girl,” Joel assured quietly, reaching his hand out and interlocking his fingers with his daughter’s. Sarah breathed an air of relief as she felt her father’s hand on hers. For the first time all night, she felt safe. Joel gave Sarah’s hand a reassuring squeeze and then reluctantly drew it away, placing both of his palms flat against the roof of the car. Sarah felt her heart deflate. “Watch out.” He warned, before shifting position and pushing his foot into the main window of the car, overhead the bonnet.

He kicked open the car window and crawled out from the remains.

The second Joel found his feet, an infected man grabbed onto him, and Joel wrestled for freedom. Within seconds though, Tommy appeared, smashing a brick into the man’s face causing him to lose consciousness and fall to the ground.

“Dad?” Sarah called again, alerting Joel.

Joel knelt down and Tommy covered him as he helped his struggling daughter out of the car. She whimpered in pain as she found her balance, with the help of her father who wrapped an arm around her shoulder to prop her up. But Sarah was struggling to stand.

“What is it?” Joel questioned with concern.

“I think it’s my leg,” Sarah replied and Joel noted her injured calf, blood seeping through the material of her pants.

“How bad does it hurt?” Joel asked, bringing his hand down to the wound.

“Pretty bad.” With hesitation, Joel knelt down and tried to take a closer look. It seemed as though some part of the car had impaled his daughter and she was bleeding out pretty badly. Joel noted just how strong she was. He was so proud of her.

“Okay—we need to go, now,” Tommy warned quickly, interrupting Joel’s sentimental thoughts and picking off the infected with his pistol as he covered his brother and niece.

“Can you run?” Joel asked Sarah hurriedly.

Sarah didn’t reply. The girl winced with pain as Joel’s hand moved over her leg and she shook her head ‘no’.

“Come on Joel.” Tommy urged, firing another shot.

Joel muttered a curse under his breath and swept Sarah off her feet, cradling the little girl in his arms. “Cover us.” He told Tommy, before following his younger brother down the infected-ridden main street. It was hard to tell who was ‘normal’ and who wasn’t as shrieks and screams and cries filled the atmosphere. Everyone’s movements seemed panicked and erratic and as Tommy continued to shoot down oncoming enemies, Joel noted his daughter tensing up in his arms.

“Don’t look at them sweetheart, keep your eyes on me,” Joel said softly. Sarah’s big brown eyes gazed up at her father but when she noticed the hoards of infected chasing the family from behind, terror filled her gut once more.

“Quick!” Tommy shouted, pointing his finger at an abandoned diner up ahead. Speeding up, the brothers raced to get into the diner. They ran as fast as their legs could carry them. Tommy removed a wooden beam which was barricading the door, and opened it, inviting Joel to slide inside, still holding onto Sarah. As Tommy tried to shut the back door of the diner, three infected people jammed their way into the opening, growling and clawing at Tommy. Tommy scuffled to fight them off, but at least he was winning against them.

“Uncle Tommy?” Sarah cried with hysteria as she saw her beloved uncle struggling against the mania.

“Get to the highway!” Tommy instructed as he held back the infected.

“I ain’t leaving you!” Joel cried out in response, his eyes darting around the diner to look for something he could use to help Tommy fend off the infected.

“Go! You got Sarah!” Tommy reminded his brother. He was right. Sarah was Joel’s number one priority, and Joel just couldn’t play hero right now.

As Joel turned his back on his brother, Sarah cried out for her uncle once more, tears streaming down her cheeks as her father ran out of the front door of the diner.

“Daddy no! We can’t leave him!” Sarah sobbed as Joel closed the front door to the diner.

“He’s going to be fine,” Joel promised his daughter. Breathless, he jogged down the muddy embankment that led onto the highway. At least now he could see the bridge. That was his way out of here. “Come on honey, we’re almost there.”

As Joel ran up the road leading to the bridge, two infected chased after him. Joel could taste blood in his mouth and he wasn’t sure he was going to make it until he saw a bright, blinding white light ahead.

Pointing an assault rifle at Joel was a man, a soldier perhaps, dressed in an armoured black uniform. He was wearing a gas mask and had grenades strapped to his chest. Joel had never seen anything like it before. Not even in movies. The soldier fired his gun and picked off the infected that were behind Joel and Sarah, before slowly approaching the pair, not lowering his gun once.

Sarah was shivering in Joel’s arms, her eyes wide as she watched the man direct the barrel of his assault rifle into her father’s face.

Joel held Sarah’s hand in the hope it would help ease her anxiety. “It’s okay now. We’re okay. We’re safe.”

Joel swallowed and turned to face the soldier.

“Help us,” he begged. “Please. It’s my daughter. Her leg is injured.”

Joel took a few steps closer but stopped abruptly when warned by the soldier.

“Stop right there.” The faceless soldier said, his index finger hovering over the trigger of the gun.

Joel hesitated, his lips parting in shock and confusion. “We—we’re not like them. We’re not sick,”

The soldier clicked on his radio. “Got two civilians in the outer perimeter. Please advise.”

“Daddy? What about Uncle Tommy?” Sarah whispered as the soldier spoke over the radio. Joel drew his eyes away from the man and looked at his daughter.

“He’s gonna be all right, don’t you worry about him. We just need to get your leg better right now.”

“But—there’s a little girl,” The soldier’s comment alerted both Joel and Sarah and they looked over at the man again. “But—” the soldier’s protests were weak and eventually he settled on a simple. “Okay.”

The radio became silent and the soldier let out a huff of air before pointing his rifle back at Joel and Sarah.

“Listen, we’ve just been through hell, okay? We just need—” Joel noticed the shift in energy and the way the flashlight on the gun focused on him. He was going to shoot. “—Shit.”

Multiple shots. In an attempt to take the blast and cover his daughter, Joel turned his back on the oncoming fire. He threw himself and Sarah down to the ground and rolled down the hill as the soldier continued to spray shots. The soldier jogged onto Joel and aimed his gun at Joel’s head. Joel raised both of his hands in a surrendering motion.

“Please—don’t—” Joel whispered under his breaths.

BANG. Another shot. The soldier fell to the ground. Joel jumped and sat upright, looking up at his younger brother who had just killed the soldier. Joel let out a groan of pain as he peeled back the hem of his navy blue t-shirt and examined the wound on his stomach. The grazing off his bullet. The pain was so immense, he didn’t even hear the whimpers and cries of his daughter who was only a few metres away.

“Joel…” Tommy interrupted his brother’s thoughts and nodded towards Sarah, his eyes wet and horrified. Joel’s entire body jolted upright when he overheard Sarah’s pained cries, and he crawled over to his daughter who was laying on the ground in a pool of her own blood. Her t-shirt was soaked red.

Joel picked up his daughter and held her in her arms. Her breathing became short, loud gasps for air and when Joel found the main source of the bleeding in her abdomen, he pressed his two hands on the wound. It needed pressure. Sarah’s entire body jolted and she screamed as blinding hot pain ran through her body.

“It’s okay baby, it’s okay baby,” Joel tried reassuring Sarah but he appeared even more panicked than before. When he saw the tears fall freely from the corner of Sarah’s eyes, he couldn’t help but hold back his own. He didn’t know what to do. Sarah’s gasps became quicker and more panicky and she couldn’t get her words out. She couldn’t tell her father how much she loved him, or how grateful she was for the short years that she spent with him. Sarah’s grip around Joel’s neck tightened as she felt herself becoming increasingly lightheaded, and she let out another cry with pain.

Joel leaned into Sarah, rocking back and forth. “I know, I know baby, I know it hurts. You’re going to be okay,” all he could do right now was reassure his daughter. He didn’t know if it would be ‘okay’, but it had to be, right? It had to be. “Baby, baby, listen to me. C’mon, I’ve got to get you up. Come on baby—” Joel stopped and looked over at his brother.

Tommy was just standing there, his gun lowered and his entire body weak with shock.

“Tommy help me!” Joel cried out with anguish as he tucked Sarah into his chest, holding onto her limp frame with the utmost desperation.

Tommy swallowed and lets his own tears spill from his eyes. “Joel.” He said weakly, nodding his head towards his niece.

Joel turned back to Sarah, who wasn’t moving anymore. She wasn’t making a sound. Her eyes closed, Joel clutched onto her and gave her held her tighter than ever before, crying out her name.

“Sarah?” Joel’s voice was quiet as he looked down at the fragile girl. “Baby? Don’t do this to me, baby. Come on. Come on, baby. No. Oh no. Please don’t do this to me. No… no…”

And at that moment, time stopped for Joel. Sarah was gone.

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#Pedro pascal #Joel miller #Pedro pascal x reader #Pedro pascal x you #Joel miller x reader #Joel miller x you #look for the light #tlou #the last of us

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shiorimakibawrites · 9 months

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Warm (Kin Fan Fic)

Pairing: Michael Kinsella x fem! Reader

Word Count: 568

Summary: Michael keeps you warm. In more ways than one.

Warnings: Swearing, unprotected p in v sex

Written for Mandy's Sweater Weather Writing Challenge using the "Don't move, you're warm" and "Let's stay in bed" prompt. This is my first time writing Kin. And I haven't written a lot of smut before . . .

Tagging @she-likesorchids since I believe this is your challenge, then @bellaxgiornata since she has mentioned the low amount of Mikey fic out there.

Warm

by Shiori_Makiba

It was cold this morning. So cold that you decided that you were not getting up. Not unless the house was actually on fire. You were going to stay right here, in your cozy blanket cocoon, snuggled with your boyfriend, until you got hungry. Or it got warmer. Whichever came first.

Which was why you were very displeased when Michael lifted the edge of the blanket – letting the cold air invade your cocoon – and even compounded the error by trying to slide out of bed. You tightened your grip around his waist, pulling him back into the nest. Something you knew he allowed you to do. Your Irishman was more than strong enough to break out of your grip or resist your pulling if he wanted to.

You burrowed your face until his chest and ordered, “Don’t move, you’re warm.”

“Pet, I have to go to work.”

“No, you don’t,” you retorted.

“Amanda will be mad if I don’t show up again.”

“Amanda can go fuck herself,” you said mulishly.

He sighed. You didn’t know why. He knew perfectly well that you didn’t like Amanda. And not just because she was his ex. Besides the feeling was entirely mutual. Amanda didn’t like you either.

“Ya are always cranky before yer morning coffee,” he said. “Let me up and I’ll make ya some.”

It was a tempting offer. Michael made good coffee. But that would mean letting him leave. Which was not happening. Not today.

“No, let’s just stay in bed,” you said, shifting into you were straddling his hips. Since you were still naked from the night before, his cock immediately took interest. Interest that you encouraged by grinding yourself against him, moaning at each brush of his cock against your clit or your entrance.

“Fuck pet,” he groaned, his hands grabbing onto your hips. “Ya killin’ me.”

But rather tellingly, he didn’t stop you. Even more telling, his own hips begin to move, matching your movements with his own. It felt so good but it wasn’t enough. You needed more.

“Michael,” you whined. “Need you now.”

Thankfully he didn’t need anything more to get the message. He lined himself up with your entrance and began to press himself inside of you. Inch by inch, your aching cunt was filled. He tried to give you a moment to adjust to his size, like he always did, but you were impatient. You raised your hips, then quickly thrust back down, making you both cry out.

It didn’t take him long to start meeting you thrust for thrust, hitting that spot deep inside of you that felt so good. Soon, the room was filled with your cries and his grunts of pleasure. Cries that got louder when his hand snaked down and started rubbing your clit. You felt the familiar pressure began to build and build until it peaked. Your cries of ecstasy were quickly echoed by a deep moan as your cunt clenched tightly around him. A few more deep thrusts and he was coming inside you.

Now feeling warm and blissful from orgasm, you were even less inclined to let Michael out of this bed. But you relented when he promised that he was only grabbing a washcloth to clean you up and would be right back. He kept his word and soon you were both drifting back to sleep, warm and safe in your cozy blanket cocoon.

#fan fic #kin amc #michael kinsella x reader #michael kinsella smut #mandy's sweater weather challenge

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blackbird-brewster · 13 days

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Fireworks

Jay (transman JJ)/Tara || Rated: Explicit || WC: 1907 Fills: Vehicular (for @cmkinkbingo2024), Fireworks (for @storiesofsvu bingo), Trans Characters (for @imagining-in-the-margins pride challenge)

Additional Tags: Trans!JJ, Trans!Tara, Married Couple, New Year's Eve, Car Sex, Blowjobs, T-Dick

Tara gives her husband, Jay, a blow-job and a New Year's Eve he'll never forget.

[Read on AO3]

"Do you have any resolutions for the new year, Jay?"

Jay looked to his wife and grinned, "There's no way to improve my life, I already have you in it."

Tara shook her head with a soft chuckle. "Oh, you're so smooth."

He took her hand and pulled her into him. He was five inches shorter when they were barefoot, but tonight Tara was in heels so he had to press up on his toes to meet her lips for a kiss. When they parted, he watched her nose scrunch up the way it always did when she genuinely smiled, and even after being together for nearly a decade, it still made his heart skip a beat.

He meant what he said, there was nothing more in the world he could hope for. He had a loving wife and two amazing sons. Henry, who was in the midst of planning his own wedding with his boyfriend, and Michael, who was in his freshman year at PITT. Jay couldn't have been prouder of his sons, both in their achievements and for the way they handled his coming out and subsequent transition. Over the years, it just became normal to all of them and at this point, the boys were used to having two dads, Will and Jay.

Tara, of course, had been the keystone of support when her husband made the choice to transition. It wasn't necessarily a shock to her when he first posed the idea. Tara herself was trans, although she'd come out and transitioned long before they met, she held Jay's hand every step of the way and his transition only made her love him even more.

"Seriously, you don't have any resolutions?"

"Why would I? My wife tells me every day that I'm absolutely perfect already," Jay quipped.

"Well, you are," Tara chuckled as she leaned down to kiss him again. "I love you."

He muttered a reply "Love you too" as he kissed her deeply. his hands moved around her waist, hers around his neck, as they completely got lost in each other.

"Ugh, you two are too much," Emily joked as she approached the bar. "Making out like a couple of teenagers."

They parted lips at the interruption, but kept holding each other. Jay rolled his eyes. "Nah, if we were teenagers we'd fooling around out in the car instead. But you know all about that, huh, Em?"

She glared at him with pursed lips. "I told you that story in confidence, dude."

"C'mon, Emily. It's hilarious!"

Emily groaned, "Noooooo. I'd rather forget that ever happened. It was so many lifetimes ago."

Jay ignored her and turned to his wife. "So, when Em was a teen, she was kinda into this guy -- uh, shit, what was his name?"

"Stop it! We really don't need to rehash these details, Tara doesn't care."

"Oh no, now I'm intrigued," Tara replied. "Spill it."

Seeing she wasn't going to escape the situation Emily exhaled slowly, tossed back the rest of her champagne, then proceeded to tell Tara the story of the first blow job she ever gave when she was a teenager.

"Why is this a horror story?" Tara interrupted. "Sounds about like any sloppy teenage sex."

"Well, it was up until the end," Emily continued with a grimace. "Right before he was about to finish, the car started rolling backwards. Turns out, he'd forgotten to put the emergency brake on and we were parked on a hill. So he starts panicking and I tried to get my head out of his lap so he could worry about the car, and that's when I realised..."

"Her hair was stuck in his pant zipper!" Jay cackled.

"Oh god," Tara replied in shock. "What happened?"

"Well, luckily, the car came to a natural stop," Emily explained. "Unluckily, that stop was because it'd rolled backwards into a Polizia Municipale car. So, there I was with my hair stuck in his zipper, his dick in my face, and we'd crashed into a police car."

Tara cackled with laughter imagining the scene. "Okay, yeah, that is a horror story."

Emily stared at Jay. "I think you owe me a drink now."

He gladly obliged and bought all three of them another round. It was still two hours before midnight and the bar was lively with New Year's energy. He and Tara joined their friends on the dance floor for a while, before splitting off again to a secluded booth in the back to catch their breaths. Jay stared into his glass, seemingly lost in thought.

"You okay?"

He shook out of his daze and smiled at Tara. "Yeah, all good."

"Jay, you know you can't lie to me. What's on your mind, love?"

"It's kind of stupid," he leaned back, stretching his arms over the back of the booth. "But I was just thinking about Emily's story and I felt, I don't know... I guess I was thinking about how I never got to have those experiences as a teenager."

"You never gave someone sloppy head in a car?"

Jay shrugged. "Well, yeah, of course I did. But that's the thing, I was always on the giving end of it. I guess, sometimes I still get caught up on all the things I missed out on because I wasn't the man I am now when I was younger."

"Ah," Tara nodded in understanding. "I mean, it's never too late to experience those things."

"Tara, we're nearing our 60s," Jay reminded flatly. "I think we're well past the horniness of our youth."

Tara ran her hand up the inside of his pants under the table, whispering into his ear, "You sure about that, pretty boy?"

Just having his wife's hand ghosting up his leg made his cock twitch. With her other hand, Tara pulled out the car keys and dangled them in front of him with a mischievous grin. She kissed him deeply, moving her hand even closer to his growing erection. "I think, my new year's resolution is making up for all the years you missed out on, handsome. What do you say?"

He glanced around the bar, noting that their friends were all preoccupied and seemingly hadn't even noticed he and Tara stepped away. On one hand, what his wife was suggesting was downright juvenile, on the other, his cock was already throbbing at the thought. The latter won out and he swiped the keys and made a beeline for the front door with Tara in tow.

They slid into the back seat of their SUV and as soon as the door shut, Tara's lips were on his. She kissed him hungrily as one of her hands massaged his dick over his jeans. He moaned softly into the kiss, already completely hard and soaking wet from barely any contact. She'd always had this effect on him, just one of Tara's kisses could make his cunt wet enough to ruin his underwear.

Remembering Emily's story, Tara quickly pulled her hair into a bun before undoing Jay's zipper. She massaged his cock with the palm of her hand while her fingertips teased his opening over the fabric of his briefs.

His head lulled back as he braced a hand on the back of his wife's head. "Fuck, I want your mouth on me."

"As you wish." Tara replied. She the waistband of his underwear down to get to his erection. He'd had a fair amount of growth on testosterone and while it might not have been the biggest dick in the world, it was his dick and that alone made it Tara's favourite.

She leaned down and traced her tongue in a circle around it, teasing in the way he loved. His hand tightened against her head as he pushed her down further. She wrapped her lips around his dick and went to work, moaning nonstop as she sucked him off. He shimmied his pants an underwear down his thighs to give her better access and her fingers slid into his cunt.

He groaned from deep within his chest. "Fuck, baby, you're too damn good at that."

Tara laid her head in his lap, glancing up at him while her tongue swirled around his cock. She fluttered her long lashes as she took all of him in her mouth. She really was good at this. As his body changed during his transition, she'd spent time learning all his new erogenous zones, committing them to memory to drive him wild in a way that validated his new body and identity. She knew exactly where to touch, where to lick, where to suck. Tara was on the forefront of multiple fields of study relating to her career, but when it came to getting her husband off, she was the world's sole expert.

She took her time, knowing this was all about making up for missed experiences. Every time she had him on edge, she'd slow down, her fingers would still inside him as she changed to use broad tongue strokes to lick up his cum. She watched him the whole time, grinning the best she could with her mouth full of his dick.

Every place Tara's hands and mouth touched came alive with electricity. Jay's entire body was thrumming with pleasure. He slid Tara's dress off her shoulders so could fondle her tits while she continued. Every time he pinched a nipple, she'd whimper around his cock. So, naturally, he kept playing with her nipples until they were taut, just to enjoy the sounds she made. She was currently laying with her long legs tucked underneath her and he couldn't resit pulling up the back of her dress to slide his hand in her underwear and press a thumb against her hole.

"Jay," she gasped against his cock. "This is supposed to be about you."

He slapped her ass. "You know I can't keep my hands off you."

She shifted to pop her ass up more, glancing up to him. "I'm all yours."

She went back to giving him head with renewed fervor as he slapped and groped her ass. She slipped a third finger into his cunt and he groaned loudly. Tara knew he wasn't going to last much longer, she sucked the length of his cock in her mouth as her fingers fucked him harder.

His body went rigid at the exact same time the sky over the harbor suddenly lit up with the loud boom of fireworks. Jay grunted as he came, soaking his wife's hand with cum. Her long fingers slowed their rhythm, but never stopped completely. Tara kept stroking them upwards, accented with a deep thrust in time with each explosion. Her lips still around his cock, she continued fucking him throughout the fireworks display, until Jay was seeing nothing but stars.

He finally swatted at her when he was far too overstimulated to keep going. Tara granted him mercy and moved her fingers from his cunt to her mouth. She sucked them clean before leaned in to kiss him, using her tongue to let him taste the mix or her spit with his own cum.

"Okay, I fully support your resolution," Jay smiled as he pulled his pants back up.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, this year should definitely be spent making up for things I missed out on before I was truly me."

"The perfect resolution," Tara responded. She kissed him passionately. "Happy New Year, Jay."

"Happy New Year, Tara."

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