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Just What I Needed. (4.5)

(Mike Schmidt X F! Reader)

A/N: Hey, guys! Sorry for abandoning this series for a while lol. This chapter is, as you can see, one of the flashback chapters to the reader's childhood. Thanks for reading! (Warning: mentions of child abuse)

Chapters: 1, 1.5, 2, 2.5, 3, 3.5, 4, 4.5, 5

(Y/N) sat at the small, tattered desk in the corner of her room. Her mother had sent her up there many a times, but it felt different then. Usually, she'd shrug it off. Families fought, and yelled, and that was normal, but her mother's recent outbursts were enough to make anyone a bit hateful. So, she stayed in her room. From the previous night, until the next evening, just waiting and silently cursing her mother.

The crayon in her hand struggled under the pressure of her grip. She was trying her best to color evenly, but the pure anger coursing through her small body made that difficult. 

"Hey, can I come in?"

She dropped her crayon quickly, recognizing the voice immediately. It had been a few days since she had seen her father. It wasn't uncommon for him to spend days in his office at work, or in the strange back room, tinkering. She had missed him dearly through his absence, especially with the rising tensions between her and her mother.

Instead of a true verbal answer, she gave a 'mhm,' and continued to stare at her desk. She had a feeling her mother twisted the story a bit to him, and she worried he would be just as angry with her.

Her father, William, cracked open the door and stepped in to the crammed room. He took a brief look around, noting the chipped paint and scattered toys over the floor.

"I heard what happened," he said softly, taking a seat behind her on the unmade bed. 

"So? What, are you gonna yell at me too?" 

She winced at her own bratty behavior. She knew it wasn't right to lash out at her father, he wasn't the one who had hurt her feelings so badly. Right then, however, he was the only one there for her, the only one she felt safe expressing herself to in that moment.

"You know me better than that," William said plainly, fidgeting with the cap of the beer he snagged on the way to her room. 

For a while, neither of them spoke. (Y/N) tried to pick back up on her drawing, but there was a sinking feeling in her chest that wouldn't let her. 

"What're y'working on?"

She picked the paper up and looked at it for a moment before answering. "A drawing."

"Can I see it? Come," he patted the space beside him on the bed, "sit here with me."

The chair scuffed the floor and made a long, drawn out screech when she stood up. She joined him and handed the paper over, looking a bit ashamed of what she had done.

William, giving the paper a quick scan, saw only two figures. It was obviously the two of them, and even their house was in the back, but not the rest of the family. Her mother and brothers were missing from the drawing.

"Where's Evan and Michael? And your mom?" 

"Why does it matter?" (Y/N) asked, biting the inside of her cheek.

"Isn't it supposed to be a family portrait?" He handed the paper back to her an leaned back a bit, waiting to hear her explanation. 

"I didn't feel like drawing them. They aren't nice to me. Why don't they treat me like you do? Why do they all gang up on me when you're gone?"

"What do you mean?"

He knew how things were when he was gone. Of course he knew. She was an easy target for the dysfunctional people in her life to get, there was no doubt about that.

"When you leave for work, Michael is never nice to me. He never wants to play with me, he pushes me away. He treats me like I'm stupid. So does mom, but it hurts more from her, and she pushed me too. Not even Evan is that nice to me, he's always trying to get away from all of us."

She tried to bite back the tears forming at her waterline. She had done enough crying in the last days to last a lifetime. 

"Yeah?" William had almost nothing else to say. It didn't surprise him, and he really had nothing else he could do to make her feel better besides just being there.

"Yeah." 

"Mom said she grabbed you hard last night. That the bruise?" He asked, pointing his ring finger at the purple mark on her arm.

"I dunno why she did it, she's just always tired of me."

He pressed his bottle of beer on her bruise, hoping the coldness would soothe it a bit. "Hold that on there for a bit, okay?"

She took the bottle from him and held it tight to her arm. It worked a bit. Definitely took some of the sting away.

She leaned her body onto his and felt his arm wrap around her shoulder.

"Dad?" She waited for him to acknowledge her, continuing to speak when he looked down at her. "Can I tell you something? Just promise you won't tell mom?"

"Sure, kid. What is it?"

"Sometimes it feels like you're the only one who loves me. Not mom or Michael or Evan, but just you."

William was tied between 'that's not true,' and 'don't say that,' but he knew that, for the most part, she was right. There wasn't much love in the house, but most genuine of it was between them.

"Well--" he mumbled, slurring over his words while he tried to decide what to say in response. "I do love you."

He quickly stood up and held his hand out to get the bottle back. Leaning down, he gave the girl a peck on her forehead, and turned to leave. He held the doorframe for a second before he left.

"Night, kid. See you tomorrow."

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Roll of the Dice.

Armin Arlert X Fem! Reader (smut)

A/N: Heyyy I hope y'all enjoy this piece, sorry if it seems rushed! I got this idea after overhearing a few friends talking about D&D and I knew I needed to make something Armin related for it!

Tags: older brother! Eren, brother's best friend trope, semi-public sex, slightly perv! Armin, nerdy shit, loss of virginity, male sub (?), handjobs, cream pie, unprotected sex

"Eren, where are you going?" (Y/N) crept down the stairs, her socks padding her steps. "Goin' out?"

Her brother nodded. "It's game night," he reminded her quietly, keeping his voice hushed since it was rather late.

"God, is hanging out with your little nerd troupe all you do?" She made her way down the stairs completely and felt herself gravitate towards the door with him.

"Whatever," he sneered, rolling his eyes. "Are you coming with me tonight or not?"

"Well, who's gonna be there? You know how I feel about some of your acquaintances."

"Most of 'em are busy tonight, but, uh, Connie, Sasha, Jean, Mikasa--"

"Jean? Really?" (Y/N) grimaced a bit. He was one of his friends that she couldn't stand. "Who's hosting?"

"If you'd give me a second, I'd be able to answer." Eren grabbed his keys off of the hook and pocketed them after giving (Y/N) and annoyed look. "Armin's hosting tonight."

Every Saturday night, her brother and his friend group, who she found to be absolute geeks, would meet up at one of their houses to play D&D. She could never grasp the game, but she often stuck around to keep her brother company during the matches...

Or that's what she told herself. Really, deep down, she knew she tagged along for Eren's childhood friend, Armin. He was the biggest nerd out of the whole group, but she had always been attracted to him. Even as kids, she was stuck to him like white on snow, never daring to leave her side. Eren's other friends would tease (Y/N) for her clinginess to the blond boy, but oddly enough, it didn't bother either of them. Armin was always patient, and she was always grateful for that.

Sleepovers, birthday parties, play dates, and as they got older 'hang out sessions.' Whenever Armin was at their house, (Y/N) was sure to be close to him. It started off simply enough: asking him if she could play with them as children, inviting him to play tea party with her and her stuffed animals (which he couldn't turn down, no matter how much he wanted to), and asking him to push her on the swing. Over time, however, it progressed. Once they had all grown into teens, she took a sharp... romantic edge with him. She'd snuggle up to him on movies nights and hide her head in his neck when she was scared, anything to be close to him. 

"Alright, I'll come tonight," she said. She grabbed her shoes from their spot in front of the door and urged Eren with her hands to get going.

"Oh, glad you guys could make it! Come on in, everyone else is already here." 

Armin held his front door open for the two, giving his trademarked 'sweet, yet constantly nervous' looking smile. 

"Thanks, man." Eren stepped inside, walking through the foyer to get to the group while (Y/N) staggered behind a bit to speak to Armin.

He shut the door and stood with his feet loosely planted. "So, uh, (Y/N), I didn't see you last week for game night."

"Hah, sorry to give you the slip like that. What, were you waiting up for me?" She could see his face warming up a bit, and she loved every second of it.

"No-! I mean, not exactly. I just thought I'd see you, you know. I-It was an exciting match, you would've had fun."

She quirked a brow at him, crossing her arms. "I would've had fun watching you guys play?"

"Well, that's why you come, isn't it? Plus, you don't have to just watch. I can teach you how to play. If you'd like that, I mean. Just, uhm--"

"Guys, hurry up. Connie's getting restless," Eren called from the living room.

"Yeah, I don't have forever to kick it with you guys," Connie said, audibly crunching chips while he spoke.

"Please, what else do you have going on, Con?" 

The distinct bickering continued in the background while Armin turned back to face (Y/N). "That's our cue, I suppose."

"Finally." Eren was perched lazily on a beanbag chair near the coffee table where the board was set up. "Let's get this party started, eh, guys?"

A soft cheer came from everyone.

(Y/N) scanned the scene quickly. Armin, of course, was sitting in the floor at the head of the table, like he always did. It was the best seat in the house, in his opinion, and as the Dungeon Master, he got first choice of seats. 

Eren and Mikasa were already sitting together, and she didn't want to third-wheel them. She liked Connie and Sasha, and she wouldn't mind sitting with them both, but she really didn't feel like getting snack crumbs all over her throughout the game from her two messy friends.

That left Jean.

She didn't absolutely despise him, but his energy was always off. His hugs lasted too long, and he made weird comments towards the girls in the group. It seemed that she would have to toughen up and sit next to him for the night.

"Hey, (Y/N)?" Armin spoke from behind the Dungeon Master screen. "Would you want to sit with me tonight? That way you could see how to play."

Thank god for Armin, her little angel in disguise!

She immediately went over to him and took a seat on his lap, taking him a bit by surprise, but nobody in the group seemed to care much. She got herself comfortable and scanned over the various manuals and rules in the guide books in front of them both.

"Alright. Let's play!" (Y/N) said, giving a half-grin.

"The gang of orcs raise their weapons and challenge your troupe, how do you proceed--?" Armin's voice hitched in his throat.

(Y/N) began to mindlessly grind down on him, actually paying attention to the game in front of her for once. Armin was right, she was starting to enjoy it, but as she got lost in the game, her body started to act on its own.

"I grab my sword and raise it to the air, charging the monsters with my team following close behind."

"Eren, wait, we didn't agree on that," Connie whined, "I'm already injured from the last fight."

"Don't be such a pussy, you can tough it out."

"Stop bickering," Mikasa snapped at the two playfully, "you're both like two children."

"Armin, can you pass me the pretzels? Just slide the bowl over here, big dog." Sasha leaned forward over the table, ready to receive the large bowl of snacks.

He snorted at the name and obliged, pushing the bowl with his finger tips. However, as he pulled his arm back, he knocked his drink back onto not only his lap, but the girl on his lap.

"Shit! I'm so sorry, (Y/N)!" His voice was filled with sheer panic. "Shit, shit, shit, it's all over your shirt."

"It's fine, don't worry," she assured him. "Here, just take me to your room. I'll change into one of your shirts for the rest of the night and all will be forgiven, alright?"

He exhaled and nodded. She led him up the stairs to his room, walking through the halls like she knew the house like the back of her hand. 

"Here, you can go change in the bathroom," he spun around with a clean shirt in his arms, only to be met by (Y/N) already stripping. "Oh... or, I-I can leave!" He turned back around throwing his hands over his glasses and heading to the door.

"Armin," she said his name is her most sultry tone, "come back. Don't be shy." 

Her shirt and bra were long gone, leaving her bare chested in the cold room. Round buds caught Armin's attention, her pert nipples hardening at the air. 

"(Y/N), I don't think we should--"

"Then don't think. Don't think, and come here." She grabbed his hand and yanked him over to her. Wrapping her arms around his neck she leaned in close to his face and offered her lips to him. "I want this. Don't you?" She peered at him from behind her fluttering eyelashes, lips pouting. 

With that, he gave in. His kiss was eager, but precise and neat. It surprised her, most guys kissed as if they hee sex was the end goal: rushed and messy, letting their teeth clash against hers in the most unsexy way possible. But not Armin. Everything about him was tender and sweet. 

She wondered what it would take for him to get messy.

Breaking from the kiss, she pushed him to the corner of his bed. She fiddled with the zipper of his jeans and freed his leaking cock from his boxers.

"Wait, I want to make you feel good first," he protested, trying to flip the script and put her body under his.

"Hush. If you want me to feel good, you'll let me do what I wanna do, right?"

He slowly nodded as his face started to heat up. "R-right."

"Exactly. Now, do you like how this feels? When I use my hand like this?"

He felt her grab his length and give it a few teasing pumps, up and down, slow and firm. His cock kicked a bit in her palm.

"Please don't stop," Armin huffed, covering his mouth with his hand. It felt amazing, but he knew the walls in his house were thin; the others could hear them both if they were too loud.

She craned her neck over his lap as she stood in front of him. Thick, stretchy dribbled of spit connected with his tip. She smeared the spit and mixed it with his pre cum, rubbing her thumb around the thick head.

It was mean, she knew, but she had an idea. She crouched down to her knees and gave him a cheeky look. Her lips connected to his tip with a soft, sweet kiss. She gently opened her mouth to take his length, opening just enough for his tip. Hee tongue trailed around it, taking purchase specifically of a thick vein on the underside of his cock.

His pre cum left a glossy stain around her mouth and he shuddered at the view. He gripped the blanket under his and felt his cock twitch and fill her mouth, all too quickly.

"Oh my god," he whispered. "I didn't mean to do that so quickly, I'm sorry! I-it's just that you're so pretty and your mouth is so warm and wet," he explained while his face grew beet red. A gasp escaped his chest when she swallowed his cum, licking her lips and grinning.

"You're adorable." She removed her mouth from him with a pop. 

Armin grunted and his face visibly cringed. 'Adorable' wasn't what he was trying to go for, especially not during sex. "No, I'm not."

"Yes, you are. You're so cute. I bet you're a virgin too, aren't you?" She cooed at him playfully, but it stung a bit.

He was, in fact, a virgin, but he felt the need to prove himself to her. He could cope with cumming early, that was relatively fine, but he knew how to pleasure a woman, and (Y/N) needed to know that he could. Porn and assorted hentai games had taught him well, he was just waiting for the chance to try out his moves.

"I'll show you what this virgin can do," he challenged. "Lay down, right here."

She took her place in the middle of his bed, laying flat on her back. "Like this?"

"Mm, stay still." He slotted himself between her legs on the bed. His hands made quick work of her shorts and panties, tossing them behind him into a crumpled pile on the floor. 

With his cock already sprung free, he moved his tip through her folds, collecting her slick over it. It was his turn to tease, his turn to make sure that she had more than her fill. And he knew exactly how, so he slid his length in to the hilt, bottoming out in her.

(Y/N) let her eyes squeeze shut. The initial sharpness of his thrust eventually eased into a soft wave of pleasure. 

"Hey, keep your eyes open, okay? I wanna see them. They're so pretty," he said, wiping the pricked tear from the corner of her eye. 

Armin's hips reeled back so he could start a steadier pace. He made short strokes, only pulling himself out of her halfway. When he pushed back into her cunt, he rutted into her, nudging his greedy cock into her most sensitive spot.

"You're so good at this, 's not fair. You-- oh, fuck!" Her legs started to wobble a bit, she could feel them starting to give out on her.

"You're so adorable," he mimicked her earlier words with a whisper, leaning down to her ear. He gave the lobe a nibble and traced his tongue around the shell of it.

Once her walls started to spasm around him intermittently, he knew he had her right on the edge of her orgasm.

"Are you gonna cum? I feel you clenching on me, you must be close." He tried to keep his voice steady, but the rasp in it gave away how close he also was. "Give it to me, (Y/N). You know you want to."

"Yes, I wanna cum so bad," she gasped sharply, gripping the fabric of his shirt. Her clenching started up again, but this time it was much more powerful. 

Armin hissed through his teeth, feeling the grip her cunt had around him. He couldn't pry himself out in time, and let his seed spill out, shooting deep into her. 

Neither of them moved for a moment. Armin was still inside, enjoying the thick, wet warmth. 

"You know, for a used-to-be-virgin, you fucked me real good, 'Min." (Y/N) shifted in the bed, turning to face the boy. She brushed a lock of his blond hair behind his ear and wiped at the thin sheen of sweat on his forehead.

"Ah, you think so? Maybe you should come over next week too, and we'll see if I can top my current high score."

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Hitched.

Strip Weathers X F! Reader

A/N: Once again, this is another self-indulgent type of deal. Crazy, I know, to be in love with a CAR, but hey, what’re you gonna do? You gonna stop me? Yeah, that's what I thought. This is a human AU, but I won’t give a heavy description of Strip, that way you can use your imagination.

Summary: After another win, (Y/N) took her racing legend boyfriend, Strip Weathers, the one and only king, out to dinner with a group of friends. Though, while in the restaurant she started feeling a little jealous of their friend’s relationship. Can he make it up to her? Or will he leave her disappointed?

Tags: fluff, the smallest amount of angst possible, jealousy, human au!, marriage, drama

Wordcount: 2,081

“Looks like Dinoco’s golden boy is keeping his winning streak,” (Y/N) said after grabbing Strip’s hand, “I’m real proud of you, I hope you know that.”

“Thank you, dear. Wouldn’t be able to do with without you, you know.” He squeezed her hand in affirmation.

She smiled at the feeling and squeezed back. She yanked his hand lightly, urging him to walk with her.

“Come on now, we have to get to dinner, everybody waiting for us, Strip,” she pulled him out of the racing track’s front office to her car in the parking lot, “I’ll drive tonight, I think you’ve done enough of that.”

“Whatever you say, hon.” Strip smiled at her concern for him, knowing that he would’ve been fine to drive either way.

He walked around the front of the car to the passenger side. He sat in the seat and put on his seatbelt while waiting for (Y/N) to finish adjusting the radio to her favorite station.

“Alrighty, let’s go before they get upset with us,” (Y/N) pulled out onto the main road.

“Who all’s gonna be there, (Y/N)? You didn’t invite Chick, did you?” Strip asked.

“Now, why would I invite Chick? He’s such a petty, little thing. No, it’s just gonna be Lightning and Sally. I love her, she’s so nice, ain’t she? She keeps Lightning grounded,” she giggled, “uhm, Tex will be there, of course, and us too!”

He thought for a moment, going over the names in his mind.

“Cal won’t be there? Something come up with him?”

“Aw, yeah. Cal’s out on vacation with your sister for another week. Sorry, honey, I wish he could be there too,” she frowned, placing her hand overtop of his.

He hummed, caressing the top of her hand with his thumb. He looked over to the GPS screen.

“Oh, looks like we’re almost there, so be thinking about what you want to order, you know Tex takes forever to decide.”

She snickered, “That’s alright, I’m telling him you said that, Strip.”

“Lord, (Y/N), he knows. I think he does it on purpose,” he chuckled, “old man probably thinks it’s funny.”

“Lord, bless him,” she snorted.

(Y/N) pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant, unbuckled, and hopped out. She ran over the the passenger side of the car, opening the door.

“No king of mine will open his own car door on his special day,” she joked, “come along, your majesty.”

He jokingly rolled his eyes, “I love you, you little smartass.”

She led him into the restaurant, stopping at the host stand.

“Were here under ‘Weathers,’ party of five? Have our friends been waiting long?”

“No, ma’am. Everyone’s here though. The first two only showed up ten minutes ago, now, if you’ll follow me,” he walked over a to a oval booth in the far back, “Here you are, Mrs. Weathers, someone will be back soon to take orders,” he handed (Y/N) a menu.

“Mrs. Weathers sounds pretty nice, doesn’t it?”

“Soon enough, pumpkin, don’t you worry,” he mumbled back, approaching the table.

“Hey, you two, stop gossiping. It took you long enough to get here,” Lightning said, turning around in his seat.

“Oh, you liar, buddy up at the host stand said you were only here for ten minutes,” (Y/N) took her seat and grinned, “Hey Tex, hi Sally.”

“How’ve you two been? It’s been ages since I’ve seen you,” Sally said, leaning forward on the table.

“Pretty good! We’ve been doing a lot of traveling for Strip’s races, lots of meet and greets, you two?” (Y/N) said while flipping through a drink menu.

“Same here, but it’s been fun, right stickers?”

Lighting grumbled at the nickname, “Yeah, it has. By the way, congrats on winning, King, we’re all proud of you,” he perked up a little.

“Don’t let the fame get to that boy’s head, (Y/N), humble him a little,” Tex joked, patting Strip on the back.

“Lord, Tex, don’t give her any ideas,” Strip laughed, tapping the table.

A waiter walked over to the table, pulling out a small notebook.

“Hey, everyone. Y’all ready to order? For you two?” He pointed his pen toward (Y/N) and Strip questioningly.

Strip placed (Y/N)'s order for her, and then for himself. 

Everyone placed their respective orders and the waiter left. Lighting tapped the table, “God, you two know each other too well,” he chuckled, waving his hand in their direction. “I barely knew what I wanted to eat.”

(Y/N) bit her lip to contain her laughter and placed her hand overtop Strip’s, “I guess that’s what happens when you’re with someone for so long.”

“Mhm, you just know after awhile,” he grinned, eyes darting over to (Y/N).

A couple minutes passed as the group continued to chat. They filled the time with questions about work, new hobbies, and their personal relationships. They soon got to the topic of marriage and family.

“Here you all are, enjoy! Food will be out soon,” the waiter placed the drinks down and headed back to the kitchen.

“So,” Sally started, stirring her drink, “are you two thinking about it? Marriage?”

(Y/N) eyed Strip while she answered, studying him for any changes in his face, “Of course, soon enough, soon enough. Can’t come soon enough, I say,” she smiled while playfully wiggling her left ring finger. “How about you and pretty boy over there?”

Sally blushed and lifted her hand up slowly, revealing a thin, platinum ring under the light of the restaurant’s lamp, “The wedding is a few months from now, we actually sent out RSVP forms yesterday,” she beamed.

“Oh, my goodness! I’m so happy for you,” (Y/N) clapped, “How did I not notice that beautiful ring earlier? Oh, I just- wow, guys! That’s great!”

“Congratulations, Lighting, all grown and married,” Strip laughed, patting him on the back.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m excited too, this is big for us and all that,” he looked at Sally, smiling brightly, “It was just time to make a move, I guess.”

Strip nodded, sipping from his glass, “Mhm, the moment has to be right.”

Her eyes shot over at him, an unbelievable expression lacing them. 

(Y/N) contained her quiet anger at Strip, biting back her words. She  wanted to say something along the lines of 'there hasn't been a right moment in our almost ten years?' but instead, shestood up and beckoned Sally over, “Hey, Sal, I’m off to the girl’s room, wanna come with?”

She nodded and followed (Y/N), nudging past Lightning. She lightly wrapped her hand around (Y/N)’s to guide her. 

“(Y/N), what’s wrong?” Sally asked while closing the door, “I can tell you’re upset about something.”

(Y/N) took a deep breath and sighed, trying to expel her disappointment, “I’m really glad you and Lightning are getting married, but it just makes me feel like Strip doesn’t want me anymore. Me and him have been together longer than you two, so why doesn’t he want to get married? Am I not attractive to him anymore?”

“No, honey, no! Don’t even think like that, you know he thinks you’re the most gorgeous girl ever.”

“Then why hasn’t he proposed? Damn it, when will the moment be right for us?” 

“I don’t know, (Y/N), but what I do know is that Strip loves you, and I know he loves you enough to work this out.” Sally grabbed (Y/N)’s hands and stroked them with her own. 

“I guess,” she sighed, “Sal, I just feel so stupid. I really thought— so many times I found myself in a special moment with him thinking, ‘this must be it!’ It never was.”

"I know, his little comments earlier must have sounded so—"

"Thoughtless. Yes, they did."

Sally gave a nod and led her back out to the table and sat down. She exchanged a look with Lightning, shaking her head slightly.

The food came out and everyone dug in, (Y/N) just sliding her food around on the plate, chiming into the conversation only when needed, hardly listening to it at all.

The table’s waiter walked up to the table. “Everything okay here? Need anything?”

“No, I think we’re all set,” Strip said.

Noticing (Y/N) looking down at her plate sadly, the waiter leaned down at bit, hand resting on the table. “And what about you, hon? You need anything?”

Her head snapped up. “Me?”

“Well, who else would I be taking to? You don’t look too happy right now, anything I can do to cheer you up?” His tone was sweet, and a bit flirty, obviously trying to just butter her up for a tip. "How about dessert?"

“Oh— I think,” she looked over to Strip, seeing his eyebrows furrow, “I think I’m fine, but thank you.”

The waiter nodded and left the check on the table, “Well, you just holler if you need something, m’kay?” He walked away, heading to different table.

Strip took the check, scribbling a signature on the line. “Who the hell was that guy?” He huffed and tossed the pen back down on the table.

“Looked like he was the waiter, Strip,” Tex said, holding in a laugh.

(Y/N) snorted, covering her mouth when Strip’s eyes darted over to her. 

“Yeah, whatever.” He stood up, collecting his jacket and grabbing (Y/N)’s hand. “We’re gonna head out. It was nice seeing you guys tonight,” he said, regaining his normal light tone. 

“Night, y’all, see you soon,” (Y/N) said while being gently dragged away.

Walking into the parking lot, Strip dropped (Y/N)’s hand and searched his pockets for the keys. He found them and entered the driver’s side of the car.

Left alone with Strip, (Y/N) mustered up the courage to address him. She took a deep breath, avoiding eye contact as she spoke, choosing to stare forward, keeping her eyes on the road. "Strip, can we talk?"

He gripped the gearshift and nodded quietly. His face twisted uncomfortably. “What's on your mind, darlin'?" 

Tears welled up in (Y/N)'s eyes as she looked ahead. “Strip, I love you. I love you so much, and I’ve loved every day, every moment we’ve had together, but I need to know why we haven't sealed the deal.”

“(Y/N), is this about—?” He was quickly interrupted by her speaking again, this time as if the words were spewing out of mouth, as if she couldn’t control them.

“It's been so many years, and I can't help but feel like I'm not enough for you.” She held her cheek with her hand and held back a sniffle. “I know I joke about it, but am I not what you want? Am I not who you wanna marry?"

Strip's eyes softened, feeling the weight of (Y/N)'s emotions. He pulled the car over, gravel on the side of the road crunching under the tires. He unbuckled and reached up to wipe a tear from her cheek. “I don’t ever want to hear you say somethin’ like that again,” his voice was stern. “You mean everything to me, and you always have. I’d do just about anythin’ to marry you, but I want to make sure I give you the proposal you deserve.”

(Y/N) looked at him with a look of longing. "But Strip, I don't need a crazy proposal, I just want you.” She huffed again. "Everything just feels unbalanced, I feel like you love me enough to stick around, get jealous, n' support me, but not enough to commit. It hurts."

He took both of her hands in his, his gaze unwavering. "I hear you, (Y/N), and I understand. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, grow old with you. Been planning something special, but the moment’s never been perfect, and that’s what you deserve: perfect.”

She softened at his words, feeling the sincerity in his touch. "Strip, I don’t need that. All I need is your love. The moment’s right whenever we make it right.”

Strip smiled, a mix of relief and love shining in his eyes. "You're right, darlin'. I've been caught up, been forgetting myself.” He shifted awkwardly in his seat, scooting to face her. “Not exactly how I expected to ask this, but,” he held her hand, “will you marry me?”

She felt her hand slip out of his for a second, only to fly around him and land on the back of his neck. She pulled him close to her face, and placed a deep kiss on his lips, then messily pulled away.

"Duh. Of course I will, you dope." 

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Miss Independent.

Hobie Brown X F! Reader (smut)

A/N: Did y'all miss me? Of course you did! Sorry to leave you all for so long, I was on one of my world-famous hiatuses. Sorry, it will most definitely happen again though. Thank you all for sticking by me. I hope you enjoy this piece.

Tags: foreplay, fingering, established relationship, smut, explicit content

Wordcount: 869

(I guess this could be seen as a part two to Bubbles, so take it as you will! Thank you for reading, apologies for the short length!)

She pushed the door to the apartment open quietly, cringing at the small squeal it let out. She felt awful. It had been the longest night she had ever worked through, her feet, back, and arms all hurt, her hair and makeup had been completely messed up, and to top it off, she had reeked of alcohol from a stray drink that had been spilled on her.

She quickly discarded her shoes, kicking them off next to the door. She made her way over to the couch. Her arms fiddled behind her back to untie her serving apron, but she couldn’t work the knot out. Sighing, she threw her hands down to her sides before she felt a pair of large hands wrap around her waist.

“‘Ey there, (Y/N),” her boyfriend said quietly into her ear, tracing his fingers over her sides. “Rough night?”

She did not respond, instead leaning back into his touch and mumbling. “Can you get this for me?”

He hummed and undid the knot, working it out with one hand while his other one remained perched on (Y/N)’s hip. Hobie pulled the apron off and tossed it thoughtlessly, keeping his focus on his girl.

“Gonna tell me what happened?”

He tightened his grip around her and pulled her down on his lap on the couch. He placed her legs over his and massaged her shoulders with his big, calloused hands.

“‘M jus’ so tired of that place,” she said over a hum. His hands worked deep into the tense muscles between her shoulder blades. “Workin’ me half to death,” she threw her head back onto his shoulder so that she could look at him, giving him a weak smile “and my feet hurt so fuckin’ bad.”

“Ah, s’no good. My hardworking girl.” He parted her thighs slightly with his knee and placed his hand over the flesh. “Y’need to relax, can’t keep exhausting y’self like this.”

"I know, but I can't just call off. My boss barely wanted to let me off when I was sick, he won't care if I'm just tired." She softly followed his motions and spread her thighs further for him, gasping when his hand rubbed her over her jeans. "Ah, please don't stop, I need a release so bad tonight," she pleaded.

"Wouldn't dream of stoppin', baby. Just lemme take care of you, yeah?"

Her lashes fluttered, briefly kissing the tops of her cheeks. She felt Hobie's hands start to slip past her unbuttoned jeans and explore, and she just let him. Having no energy left, she allowed him to fiddle with her to his heart's content. 

His fingers pinched her clit softly, squishing the little nub. He chuckled when (Y/N) moaned his name under her breath at the feeling. "God, those people take you for granted. 'M so lucky to have you all to m'self."

He moved from simple pinches and pokes to full circular motions. Small, clockwise strokes were delivered to her clit, with the calloused tips of Hobie's fingertips adding onto the already fulfilling sensation.

"Fuck, Hobie, right there." Her eyebrows knitted together tightly, jaw popping frustratedly as she chased her high. "Wait, no, don't slow down."

"Patience, love, patience."

He slid his fingers down from her clit to her entrance, teasing the slick hole with his fingertips.

"I thought you were doing this for me, not so that you could see me squirm," she said, offer a fake pout.

"Oh, but it is for you. I know you love to feel these in ya." To punctuate his words, he roughly curled his fingers into her, barely prodding the pudgy, gummy spot that she so desperately needed to be hit.

Hobie scissored her open, spreading his middle and index finger while they were comfortably in her. He placed his head on her shoulder and looked over it, eyes clouding with lust as he saw drips of arousal escaping her.

"You're  the prettiest little thing, aren't you? Coating my fingers, nice n good."

His fingers made another plunge into her, this time angling to hit her G-spot. He went in and out, pounding into it until his girlfriend shifted into a huffing mess. 

Her moans were no longer moans, they had turned into breathy, long exhalations. She braced herself, knowing that she would burst at any moment.

"Getting all tight on me now," Hobie mused, running his tongue over the shell of her ear. "Just let go."

So she did. 

A fast, flashing set of squeezes attacked his two fingers. (Y/N) gripped Hobie's wrist tightly, trying to ground herself in any way possible because if she didn't, she thought the pleasure would surely ascend her into heaven.

She didn't sit there for long, though, ready to feel more of her boyfriend. She shifted herself in his lap so that she could face him head on. Straddling his hardened cock over his pants, she started to slowly grind herself down.

"Thank you, Hobs, I needed that so badly."

"So did I, baby. The night's not over though, is it?"

"Of course not," she said, pressing her full weight down on his length. "You know that you have to tip your servers, so hurry up and let me have yours."

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Absence

Hi, everyone! I know by now that you all are used to me going on my sporadic, month-long hiatuses. I'm sorry, I realize that I do this quite often, but I do struggle to stay motivated and creative. I am definitely still working, but as you can tell, I haven't put anything out yet. So sorry for the delay!! I've been focusing on my IRL presence more than my online one, which explains my random disappearance. I'm not ignoring you all, I promise! I miss writing, and I'm hoping that I can get back into it soon, but for right now, thank you for bearing with me!

Much love!

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Just What I Needed. (4)

(Mike Schmidt X F! Reader)

Chapters: 1, 1.5, 2, 2.5, 3, 3.5, 4, 4.5, 5

The next night had approached (Y/N) quicker than she had hoped. The grating sound of her alarm sent a wave of discomfort through her joints as she shimmied her way out of her bed. Her curtains blocked the moonlight out of her bedroom, giving her eyes time to adjust to the darkness around her. Her apartment was small and a bit rundown, but she had come to appreciate its simplicity. It had all she needed. She felt a connection to it, even from the first few weeks of her living there. The area felt familiar to her, she could never place why, but it gave her the comfort she needed to live alone, and it was close to the pizzeria.

She pushed her feet across the floor groggily, pushing herself to grab her jacket from across the room. She dressed herself and flickered her bedroom light on and off in an attempt to shock her body awake. It worked, so she used her brief flash of energy to make it to her bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth quickly.

The faucet turned on. She stuck her brush under the stream, but was interrupted by her phone chiming again in her pocket, signaling that it was time for her to leave, rather than just wake up.

“Shit!” She roughly scrubbed at her teeth and threw her brush down, leaving it to roll off of the counter.

After battling with her keys in the front door, she made her way to the parking lot of her apartment complex. She got into her car, slamming the door louder than she meant to. The sky was dark and the night was cold. She barely had the energy to drive, but she pushed through, knowing that the pizzeria was only a few miles away.

(Y/N) pulled into Freddy’s and looked around the lot. She saw no other car, Mike must have been running late. Walking to the entrance, she fiddled with the wire gate’s lock and shifted it out of the way to let herself in.

She stepped into the office and shrugged her jacket off, it was far too hot for her to keep it on. The air conditioning system was fickle, and much like everything else in the old building, extremely damaged. The cameras were perfectly functional, however. She sat on the chair in front of the computer and shuffled through the cameras. She monitored the screens closely, taking notice of the regular twitches and sounds from the animatronics.

“What is that— what?”

She brought her face closer to the main entrance's camera. The stage lights were flickering heavily. She knew that the wiring in the building had trouble functioning properly, but they were acting up more than usual. The lights seemed to be shaking, as if they would fall out of their mountings. Just as one started to shimmy, the entrance door opened again, revealing a tired looking Mike, his arms filled with blurred items.

(Y/N) furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. The lights stopped flickering and moving as soon as he walked in, as if nothing had happened. She switched the screens over to the kitchen with a still confused face.

“Hey, (Y/N). Sleep well?”

“As well as I could with the image of a rat launching itself at me burned into my brain. You?” she kept her eyes stuck on the screens, waiting to see if something odd would show up again.

“Couldn’t have said it better myself.” Mike took his seat behind her chair like he had the previous night. “Need help?”

(Y/N) started to shake her head. “No,” she paused, eyes still glued to the bright computer screen, “well, yeah. Can you take a shift in forty? My eyes are gettin’ strained over here.”

“I got you. Hey, mind if I put something up in here?” He shifted out of his chair, holding the rolled up poster he walked in with tucked under his arm. He saw the back of (Y/N)’s head nod with a faint ‘mhm, go ahead’ mumbled under her breath.

Mike cleared a spot on the wall next to the computer and placid his poster. (Y/N) only looked over when the ripping of duct tape caught her attention.

“What’s that for?” she asked quietly.

“Uh, it’s– it’s just something personal, you know.” He backed away from the poster.

Visit Nebraska.

The words hit her like a train. Memories she hated to remember flushed throughout her brain, clogging every facet of her mind.

“So– so, are you from there or what?”

“Oh, no, it’s just an important place for me. You… you ever been?”

“Uh, yeah, I think. Just once, though.” She cleared her throat and forced her eyes to look away. She could not bear to look into his eyes. She knew all too well about Nebraska. It haunted her. She changed the subject, “Do you want some coffee, Mike? I think the machine still works.”

He nodded, taking over her seat when she got up to turn the pot on. “That’d be great. I’ll keep your seat warm,” he joked, spinning around in the chair briefly to flash her a small grin.

“Oh, so generous of you,” she said, puffing a soft laugh through her nose. She turned the machine on, thankful that it did, in fact, still work, regardless of the poor quality of the coffee. Small drips sounded through the office for a bit, accompanied by the sound of her nails tapping the counter. She suddenly remembered something. “Mike?”

“Yeah?” He spun around in the chair again, slouching down in it rather comfortably.

“Hey, check in that locker, would you? I dug something up for you and left it in there.”

Mike stood up and walked over to the set of lockers. He opened the first one, the one closest to him. His eyes traveled from the bottom, seeing it completely empty, up to the top, where he saw a folded piece of paper. The paper was crumpled and stained, showing clear signs of its age. He opened it and it was a crude drawing of two people: a short girl that looked just like (Y/N) and a tall man. The two held hands, or rather, the awkward circles and lines that represented their hands.

“What’s this?” He quirked his eyebrow, smiling a bit at the sweet picture.

She saw what he held out and scrambled over to him quickly, taking the drawing back. She placed it back in her locker, closed it, and stood in front of it. Her eyes widened, and she held back the glossed over look they quickly gained.

“That’s– that’s not for you, that’s not what I meant for you to see. I mean, I didn’t want you to see that.”

“Wait, hey, calm down. It’s just a drawing, my sister, she makes them too. It’s no big deal.” Mike gently gripped her shoulders with his hands, holding her steady.

“No, Mike, that’s not what I meant,” she sighed, and chewed her cheek, “just look in the other locker, please.”

He softened his posture a bit, easing his own shoulders down. He removed his hands and opened the locker. A security jacket just like (Y/N)’s was there. He smiled and pulled it out, throwing it on his body.

“When’d you get this? This is nice, dude,” he said, trying not to gush too much. The gesture made him feel welcomed by her, but he didn’t want to come off as eager. They would be working in close quarters together for a while, and even though their start was rocky, it made him hopeful that she was warming up to him.

“I found it in the storage room. Do you like it?”

“I do. I feel pretty legit now,” he chuckled. “I really appreciate it.”

She gave him a laugh of her own in return but didn’t speak again. She still felt off about the whole drawing situation, and she tried to calm herself down in her mind.

“(Y/N), if it bothers you, I’ll just forget I saw anything.” Mike shoved his hands into the pockets of his new jacket. “It’s not my business. I wasn’t meant to see it, so I can just forget if you want me to.”

She copied his movements, pockets in her hands, smiling up at him. “Forget what?”

He clapped her shoulder, his face serious yet kind at the same time. “Exactly.”

“So–” the coffee machine stopped its dripping and gurgling and caught their attention, “oh, coffee’s done. Come help me find the mugs.”

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REQUESTS

Hey, everyone! I know I frequently go on hiatus, but I’m here to let you know that I’m coming out of one right now. I’m hoping that you all have some requests or ideas that you’d like to see from me, as I find that a lot of my work is a bit self-serving. If you have any thirst, ideas, requests, or even just anything you’d like to say, I’d be more than happy to hear them :) !! For now, I’m compiling my own ideas, but I’m open to hear all of yours!

P.S. if you like any of my existing works and would like to see a second part, or a series that I’m working on that you’d like to see continued, let me know!

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Just What I Needed. (3.5)

(Mike Schmidt X F! Reader)

Warnings: Child abuse (verbal, physical)

Chapters: 1, 1.5, 2, 2.5, 3, 3.5, 4, 4.5, 5

(Y/N)’s brother, Michael, had once again tried to bully her away from bothering him and his older friends. He had pushed her down onto the dirt when she tried to wean her way into their conversations that seemed so fun and adult to her at the time. 

“Why can’t I stay? I want to hang out with you guys.” She stood firmly, crossing her small arms tightly around her chest in defiance.

“Go, (Y/N). We don’t want to play with you,” Michael yelled when her bottom had hit the dirt. “All you do is ruin the fun. Go inside with Evan, or something.” 

“I’m telling on you, Michael, I’m telling mom!” She scrambled herself to a standing position and turned to run into the house. Her feet hit the sidewalk furiously outside of her home. 

“Fine,” she heard him call after her, “I don’t care, you little snitch.” he turned back to his friends, giving his eyes a sharp roll as he mumbled softly about how he hated little kids.

Shoving the front door open, she saw her mother laying on the couch, asleep as she held her lit cigarette lazily between her fingers. The small TV set in the living room blared. 

“Mom–?” She tried to speak over the loud television, but her mother barely stirred. She walked over to the set and cut the volume with the nob. She turned back and noticed how dirty the room had become. A slowly growing pile of dishes had accumulated over the last few days, as well as her mother’s full ashtray, sitting right at the edge of the end table. 

She walked up to the couch and placed her hand on her mother’s arm, shaking her awake. She continued to shake her until her hand nudged the ashtray and knocked it to the ground. The shattering sound finally woke her up, her head snapping over to the crash site.

Her mother darted her eyes back to (Y/N)’s face in anger, practically boring into her. She snatched the girl’s wrist, holding it tightly, and spoke lowly at her, “What do you want from me?”

She stammered for a second, feeling a nausea build up in her stomach at her mother’s tone. “Uhm– Michael, he– he was–”

“He what, damn it? What?” She threw the girl’s wrist down, waiting for her answer impatiently. 

“He was being mean to me, he said I couldn’t play with him,” (Y/N) said, tears pricking her eyes.

“So what?” Her mother sounded exasperated. Taking a short drag from her cigarette, she leaned back on the couch and sighed. “You’re just as bad as Evan. You both need to toughen up, it’s not my job to solve your problems.”

(Y/N) stood still for a moment, squeezing her fists together. Her mother took her seriously, and she was tired of it. 

“It’s not fair.”

“What did you say?”

“I said it’s not fair,” she repeated, standing up straighter.

“Yeah? So what? Life isn’t fair, (Y/N). You don’t like how your brother treats you? Go do something about it then. I’m not your little bodyguard.”

“I can’t stop him, he’s older than me.” 

“Go complain to your father then, he’ll deal with him for you.” 

“Dad’s at work, why can’t you help me?” She saw her mother roll her eyes at her, just like Michael had earlier. She felt completely shut off by both of them, and she couldn’t control what started coming out of her mouth. “Why do you like him more than me? Why?”

Her mouth coughed up the smoke from the drag she had taken, her hand coming up to her chest to help her clear her chest. She stared daggers at (Y/N) again. “Maybe I like him more because he doesn't bother me for bullshit like this. Get out of my face, go to your room.”

“I hate you! You’re the worst mom ever,” she said. She knew she sounded childish, but she couldn’t find it in herself to say anything else. (Y/N) felt herself being snatched again, this time by her upper arm. Crescent marks from her mom’s nails dug into the flesh tightly.

“Listen to me, you spoiled shit,” her mother whispered, “I do too much for you. I don’t know why your father keeps spoiling you, but it’s turning you into a real brat. I’ll have no part in it, and you will not speak to me like that ever.”

She was then pushed down to her bottom again, her butt roughly hitting the plush carpet. She pushed herself up and ran up the stairs to her bedroom, stomping loudly.

“Don’t come out of there until he comes home from work!”

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The pain and terror children in gaza live with constantly. He's trying to keep himself together, developing a tolerance for horrors that no child should ever witness. Where are the human rights activists? Or save the children organization? CALL FOR A CEASEFIRE NOW.

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How do y’all have such cute blogs??? I want to be an aesthetic girly, but it might not be the life for me 🤥😞

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Just What I Needed. (3)

(Mike Schmidt X F! Reader)

Chapters: 1, 1.5, 2, 2.5, 3, 3.5, 4, 4.5, 5

“You comin’ back tomorrow, Mike?”

He sat in the driver’s seat of his car, window rolled down. His arm sat awkwardly outside of the window on the cusps of the door. 

“Yeah? Uhm, yeah. Tomorrow.” He looked up at her with a questioning look. They had already been standing outside the restaurant, chatting casually for a while until she asked that. 

“It’s just, like,” she stepped forward and rested her arm on his side view mirror, leaning in to whisper to him. “I know this place is– is weird, but it’s important to me and, I guess it’d be nice to have company here.” She pulled her arm away and shook her head quickly, feeling that what she said was stupid. “Forget it. I’ll see you tomorrow night.”

“All right, (Y/N). See you,” he said with a small wave. His car pulled out and his taillights flashed in her eyes brightly as he disappeared onto the main road. 

“Fuck.” She sighed and sat down on the curb, pulling her security jacket close to her body. She sat quietly for a moment, letting herself shiver in the cold air. 

A clinking noise came from behind her. The metal gate covering the front door slid open, and a pair of heavy footsteps trailed behind her until a large, calloused hand was placed on her shoulder.

“Think he’ll last?”

She turned her head, seeing her father’s face. “I’m not sure yet.”

“The others never do, do they?” He sat down beside her and looked right at her. She kept her head turned away from him, and he huffed. 

“No, they don’t,” she answered. 

“Maybe he’s different,” William said, smoothing out his pants absentmindedly. “Maybe he’s like you.”

(Y/N) finally looked at him and snorted. “I doubt that. He doesn’t know what I know. He doesn’t know you.” She saw him take out a box of cigarettes and hold one between his fingers without lighting it.

“S’that why you stay? ‘Cause you know your ol’ dad?”

“No.” She watched him light the cig. Her stomach started to turn. “It’s–”

He blew the smoke out, and held it out to her, ashing it on the clear sidewalk between them. “Hm?”

“It’s because I love you. Even if–”

“Even if I make you sick to your stomach? Even if I scare you?”

(Y/N) stared at him for a moment before taking the cigarette from him. She placed it on the pavement and crushed it below her foot, twisting it. “These things are awful for you, you know.”

She stood up and went to walk to her car. Before she could pass by him, she felt him grab her hand tightly. 

“I love you too, kid.” He looked almost angry while he said it. His face twisted into a strange cross between a grimace and a smile. “Makin’ me proud.” 

She pulled her hand away and shuffled to her car, clear across the parking lot.

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Just What I Needed. (2.5)

(Mike Schmidt X F! Reader)

Warning: Child Abuse, referenced violence

Chapters: 1, 1.5, 2, 2.5, 3, 3.5, 4, 4.5, 5

Birthdays were interesting to (Y/N). Celebrating life, in her mind, was something that should have happened every day, not just once a year.

“Blow out the candles, honey,” her mom said dryly.

(Y/N) sat in front of her cake, her cheeks growing warm from the small burning fires that littered it. She blew out the flames and looked at her mom for approval, and got a nod from her.

“Can I go play now?”

“You don’t want to eat first?” Her mom started cutting up the cake and placing the slices on paper plates for (Y/N) and her brothers.

“No, I just want to play the game machines. Can I?”

“Fine. Go get your brothers first, they’re around here somewhere.”

She walked away from the table. It was decorated with a plastic, shiny tablecloth and birthday hats stacked in the corner of it. There were more left than anticipated, as she had requested that her father put out enough for her classmates, but none had shown up to celebrate with her.

Sticking her finger under the string that kept the hat secured to her head, she slipped the hat off and dropped it behind her while she walked. She passed by a few groups of kids huddled together by the more popular arcade games, cheering and speaking loudly with each other. She was jealous, and wondered how it was so easy for kids like them to make friends, when it was so hard for her. It wasn't fair.

“Michael? Where are you guys?” she called out. She stood by the ball pit, looking for movement. Seeing a birthday hat, just like the ones on the table, she started to call Michael’s name again, knowing that he had put one on earlier. “Michael?”

A cold metal hook clasped over her shoulder before she could speak again. She looked up, any fear drifting away when she saw the golden-toothed smile that Foxy had on his face.

“Foxy? What are you doing?” She felt him start to gently push her. “Where are we going?”

He tapped her back to calm her, still pushing her away from the arcade section of the restaurant. She stepped away from him slightly so that she could follow him, since his hook started to hurt her shoulder from resting too tightly on it.

Finally, he brought her to the hallway leading down to her father’s work room. She looked back at Foxy, unsure of what he wanted her to do.

“I’m not allowed in there, Foxy,” she said, scratching her head nervously. “Do you need something from there?”

He blinked slowly and she took that as a ‘yes.’

Slowly, she made her way down the long hallway, all the way down to the large door at the end. She placed her hand on the door, and it opened with ease. Normally, it was locked, as no one other than her father was to be in there: he had made that very clear to her.

“Daddy, are you in here?” Her voice was tuned out by the loud gears turning in the room. She covered her ears with her hands to soften the loud, screeching noise. She walked further into the room; her hands still clasped tightly on the sides of her head. She saw her father’s back in the corner of the room.

A small lightbulb gave her the faint view of what he was doing. Something was dripping on the floor, and he was pushing something forward, it looked like a mask.

“Daddy,” she said again, this time yelling loudly to get his attention.

She saw him falter and slip forward on the slick substance on the floor. He pushed the chair in front of him on the floor, and fell on top of it. The chair broke, and the small, bloodied body that was in it rolled over the floor. Scrambling to his feet, he nudged the body to the darker corner of the room behind him, and ran up to his daughter.

“What the hell are you doing in here?” William gripped her shoulder, digging his nails into it with gritted teeth.

“I was looking for M–Michael,” she winced, trying to pull his hand off.

“Does it look like he’s in here?” He pushed her to the door, accidentally knocking her down on her bottom. “Go. Go back to your mother. You know you aren’t supposed to be here.”

“Daddy, what were you doing? Why are your clothes stained like that?” She pointed at the messy, red smears over his shirt. She knew something was wrong, but she couldn’t process it.

“None of your business. This is my workshop, and you are not allowed in here,” he leaned over her and buried his hands in her hair, yanking her up roughly and pushing her out of the door. A sharp click of the lock sounded after her.

She felt tears bubble up in her eyes when she stumbled forward, getting knocked into the wall by his force. She ran her fingers over the top of her head, still feeling the burn that his rough hands left on her scalp.

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Just What I Needed. (2)

(Mike Schmidt X F! Reader)

Chapters: 1, 1.5, 2, 2.5, 3, 3.5, 4, 4.5, 5

“Who even are you?” (Y/N) asked, still wiping at her flowing, bloodied nose. She stepped back, annoyed at Mike who pushed past her into the office.

“Mike Schmidt. I’m supposed to be working security here. Who are you?”

She flinched slightly at the name. She wanted to say something, anything about it. She kept quiet instead.

“Security? What are you talking about?” She cinched her brows together and held up the corner of her jacket that said ‘Security.’ “I’m supposed to be security. How did you get in here?”

Mike held up the key to the front door of the restaurant. “I guess we’re gonna be working together from now on.” He took a seat in the chair in front of the monitors, spinning in it slightly.

“No, you can go ahead and get up. That’s my chair, you can sit here.” (Y/N) pointed to a brown dining chair that sat next to the table in the corner. Pulling the chair up next to the swivel chair at the desk, she patted the seat, urging him to sit.

“Why can’t I watch the monitors?”

“You can. From here.” Again, she tapped the seat.

“Alright, you know what? Whatever makes you happy.” Mike stood up just enough to shimmy into the other chair. He sighed in discomfort as he placed an arm on the desk, and rested his head on his fist.

They both sat quietly, simply looking into the monitors. They both shifted uncomfortably in their chairs while they tried to switch the cameras together.

“Oh, sorry,” he would say when his hand touched hers when they both reached out for the switch.

“It’s fine, uhm, you can change it.” she moved her hand back onto her lap and let him change the camera’s view. The camera faltered a bit and went fuzzy. A blip of a moving figure could be seen on the screen. “Damn it.”

“What’s up?” He asked, sitting up straighter in his chair.

“Nothing, I just– I gotta go check up on something. Thought I saw something move on the cam.” She grabbed a flashlight from her pocket and headed to the door before Mike stopped her.

“Hey, wait for me, I’ll come with you,” he held her shoulder and clicked his own flashlight on.

(Y/N) moved his hand off of her and gave him a sideways glance. “I don’t need you to tag along, I’ve been working here for a long time. I don’t need you to babysit me, it should be the other way around.”

“Then consider me a baby. Plus, this’ll be an opportunity to show me the ropes a bit.”

“Fine, I guess you’re right. Let’s go.”

The two made their way down the hallway in silence. Their shoes tapping against the floor echoed, along with the sound of Mike’s scattered breathing. When they made it to the main room, (Y/N) clicked her flashlight off and Mike followed. She neared the stage and peeled the red curtain back and sighed a breath of relief. The main four were still in place.

“Check that one,” she whispered, jabbing her thumb over at Foxy’s solitary stage.

He gave her a nod when he peeked behind the curtain.

“What, did you think one of ‘em had broke free?” He asked, chuckling slightly.

“Yes, I did.”

“Wait, what?”

She threw her hand over his mouth and perked her head up. “Shut up, I hear something again.” She grabbed his arm and pulled him along with her to the kitchen, slipping her hand off of his mouth. Using her knee, she pushed the kitchen door open. “Go look in the cabinet for me, okay?”

“Yeah,” Mike agreed, already crouching down to search one of the cabinets. He moved the pots around, accidentally clicking them together, earning him a harsh shushing.

Placing her hand up to the cold fridge, she felt something scratch at the door from the inside. “Mike,” she whispered, “come here. Quickly!”

“Hm? What is it?” he stood behind her, pulling his hands out of his pockets.

“Something’s in here, feel the door.”

He pushed her out of the way gently by her waist. She stumbled a bit, placing her hand on his wrist while his hand was slung around her midriff, but she didn’t push him away.

“We should open it.”

She nodded at his words, but kept her eyes down at his hand, still wrapped around her body. “Yeah, go get, like,” she paused, shaking herself out of her thoughts, “like a pot lid to trap whatever it is.”

Mike released her and grabbed the lid. He took on a protective stance over her, nudging her behind his body. (Y/N) raised her head up as far as she could to look over his shoulder. He started to crack the fridge door open and lunged forward to trap the creature.

“Shit, what was that?”

He had missed it, hitting one of the fridge shelves while a rat slipped under him and between his feet.

“It was just a rat,” (Y/N) said softly, feeling an unwilling smile creep up on her face.

“Are you serious?”

“A rat,” she repeated, now giggling in disbelief.

He shook his head and grinned with her, walking back to the main room with her while she tried to stifle her laughing. The excitement wore off soon after, and they found themselves back in the office, just sitting together and watching the cams.

“Why are you working here?” he asked, surprising her a bit.

“Why? Uh, what do you mean?”

“Why are you working here? Why here, specifically, out of all places?”

She turned in her seat to look at him. He looked a bit tired, his head was resting on the desk. “I guess it was just convenient. I kinda knew the owner.” She bit her tongue in regret, feeling like she already gave away too much information.

“Was he a family friend or something?”

“Yeah, you could say that.” She looked down at her watch, noticing that it was almost time to leave. “Almost six, let’s get going.”

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Just What I Needed. (1.5)

(Mike Schmidt X F! Reader)

A/N: This is one of the chapters I was talking about. This is how the rest of this story will function too. One chapter of main plot, one flashback!

Chapters: 1, 1.5, 2, 2.5, 3, 3.5, 4, 4.5, 5

(Y/N)’s father was a man with big dreams. He always knew what he wanted, how to get it, and why he wanted it. He knew that he wanted to open a restaurant, something fresh and fun for families. He never much liked children, though, except for one.

It happened early in her life, but she remembered the day her father had opened Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria. He came home with the paperwork filed, and a giant smile plastered over his usually dull face. He had picked her small body up and twirled her around the room as he spoke.

“It is done, can you believe it?” He asked her, bundling her body tightly in his arms.

“What’s done? What’s goin’ on?”

“The restaurant,” he said, placing her back down on her feet, chuckling lightly when she faltered out of dizziness. “We’ll open tomorrow. Proud of your old dad, aren’t you?”

“Of course, daddy! Can I come tomorrow?”

Her father lowered himself to his knees, placing a hand on her shoulder while his grin stayed strongly across his features. Before he could answer her, a voice called out from the kitchen.

“(Y/N),” her mother called, voice weak and strained, as if every word sliced through her throat as it came up. Her name echoed slightly on the walls as her mother called again, urging her to come to her.

“Let’s see what your mother wants, hm?” He rose back to his feet, an obvious damper placed on his mood in hearing his wife’s croaking voice.

Her mother eyed the two from her spot by the sink.

She was a cold woman, thin and boney, though it wasn’t just time that had done this to her. Her life, as she found it, was full of compromise. She never wanted children. In her home, they were the inescapable hell that she could only cope with by puffing her thinly rolled cigarettes to keep herself sane.

“Go upstairs, (Y/N).” The filter of her cigarette was stained red by her lips. The grey ash sprinkled slightly on the floor as she placed it back into her mouth.

“Why? I thought I was gonna go with dad–”

“Now, (Y/N). Go to your room.” She put the cig out in the sink, punctuating her sentence with a soft hiss of the ash against the stray water droplets littering the sink.

(Y/N) nodded slowly before walking halfway up the stairs. She stopped and sat, hugging the rail so that she could listen to her parents' conversation.

“Why would you try to take her there?” Her moms voice was quiet and muffled behind the wall, but (Y/N) sat as still as she could, hardly breathing in order to be able to hear everything. “I don’t want her at that fucking restaurant.”

“I can take my daughter wherever I want,” he quickly shot back, car keys clenched in his hand. He felt the grooves of the house key on the ring digging into his palm. “I worked hard, she’ll like it there.”

“Our daughter, William, and no, she won’t. Those monster robots you spend all your time on will scare her.”

“I made them for her, I think I know my daughter well enough to know what she’d like.”

A dry, sarcastic laugh fell from her lips. “Really? You think you know anything about her, about any of these goddamn kids? When’s the last time you were here for more than a few hours?”

“Don’t tell me what I don’t do, I do too much for you, for all of you.” He sucked his teeth and walked away, leaving her in the kitchen. Seeing his daughter still on the stairs, he waved her over. “Let’s go.”

“Mom said we could go?” (Y/N) felt her hands twitch nervously. She knew her mother didn’t want her to go with her father, she never went against her.

“We don’t always have to listen to her, she doesn’t always know what’s best for you, baby girl.”

She followed behind William, clinging onto his pant leg as they walked out of the house. She sat in the backseat quietly, waiting for her father to start talking while he pulled out of the driveway. Instead, he joined her in silence, feeling the tension in the car grow when (Y/N)’s mother’s face appeared in the window, scowling.

The awkward silence dissipated into a calm quiet once they pulled into the well lit parking lot of Freddy’s. The car pulled in smoothly under the black pavement and stopped right in front of the door.

“Hop out, let’s go see the inside.”

She got out and shivered in the cold, night air. Her arms grew soft goosebumps until she felt a heavy fabric cover her shoulders.

“Hm?” She looked at the jacket her father placed over her. His favorite, a tan, thick coat with wool around the hood. “Thank you,” she said softly, slipping her arms through the sleeves.

He said nothing, instead leading her to the door, unlocking it, and bringing her inside. (Y/N) gasped at the bright colors of the main floor. The tables were nice and wooden, the floors were slick and new, and there were game machines in the back of the room.

“Can I go play one? Pretty please?” She tried to run over to one, but his firm hand grabbed the hood of the jacket to stop her in place.

“There’ll be plenty time for that another day. Come, there is something better I want you to see.” William picked her up, hands on her lower back as he scooped her comfortably up to his chest. He brought her to a stage covered by red curtains. The velvet crinkled under his rough hands when he pulled it back to reveal the animatronics. The animatronics were powered off, sitting with an uncanny aura around them. They were shiny and plastic, but they gave off an old, tired energy that she felt unnerved by.

“Daddy, what are those?”

He put her down on the stage, pushing her forward a bit to urge her to touch them.

“Your new friends, (Y/N).

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Just What I Needed. (1)

(Mike Schmidt X F! Reader)

A/N: Hey, guys! I normally don’t post my series on here, but I know that more people know me here than on my Ao3! While I would suggest just going to my Ao3 account to read this, this is here for anyone who would rather stay on Tumblr! This story is an on and off chapter set up, meaning that every other chapter with be about the reader’s past, rather than her present. Please enjoy!

Chapters: 1, 1.5, 2, 2.5, 3, 3.5, 4, 4.5, 5

“What’s your problem, Mike? Punching that guy right in front of his kid?” The counselor scratched the side of his head with his knuckles, looking at the report in his hand incredulously. “I mean, it’s like you don’t want my help, yet, here you are.”

Mike kept quiet, eyeing the stains on the old linoleum floor of the office.

“Mike?”

His head perked up in hearing his name. “Yeah?”

“Are you even listening?” the counselor pinched the bridge of his nose before tossing the paper to Mike. “Of course, you aren’t. What am I even saying?”

“No, I am listening, I promise. Mr. Raglan, just—just listen, okay? Any job. I’ll take any job, and I’ll keep it this time.”

“Are you sure? Because if you aren't, there are plenty of people out there who actually will. No matter how shitty it is,” he said, mumbling the last part quietly to himself.

“I will, you know I need this. I know I screwed up, but I can do it.”

A deep sigh rumbled in Mr. Raglan’s chest. “There is this one job.”

“Yeah? What is it? Like, janitorial?”

“Security. Pay’s bad, but hey, at least the hours are even worse.” Digging through his pocket, he picked out a business card and placed it face up on the table. “Twelve A.M. to six A.M. Think you can handle that?”

“I don’t work nights.”

“What happened to ‘any’ job?’”

Mike slouched back into his chair, thinking about the offer. He really did need the job. Nights may have been inconvenient, but not having a job at all would have been worse.

“When would I start?”

“Attaboy, Mikey,” Mr Raglan said. He wrote down the address and slid the card over. “Tonight should work. There’s no way you can lose this gig, just keep people out. Good thing is, there’s nobody there for you to punch.”

***

Mike pulled into the lot of Freddy’s, feeling the rough pavement bounce his car. Nobody had been in or out of the place in a while, but time had weathered the asphalt to a cracked, pale mess. The building’s outer lights were already on, but he thought nothing of it. Mr. Raglan had told him about the building’s aged wiring system, how lights would flicker on and off, and how the power would randomly shut down.

Slamming the door of his car, he walked up to the wire gate enveloping the door. He tried to pry at it to get it open before seeing the lock and pulling out the key he had been given.

“Jesus, this place is creepy,” he said quietly when he had finally entered. The lights on the inside were also on, but just dimmed enough for him to need to squint to see clearly.

Even in the dark, he could see how stained and cracked the linoleum floor was. Broken pieces of the floor chipped under his feet as he walked into the hallway. Turning the corner, he pushed the door of the office open.

He jolted back quickly, seeing a shadowed figure standing right in front of him. His brain could hardly process what he was seeing before his hand shot up, swinging quickly to make contact with the shadow’s face.

“Holy shit, I’m so sorry,” Mike blurted quickly when he saw the figure reel back into the monitor’s light, revealing a woman in a security jacket. She covered her nose with both hands, trying to stop the blood from flowing out of it and landing on the floor.

“What’s your problem, you ass?” she asked, her voice nasally as she squeezed her nostrils together.

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Demon Knife.

Jake Sully X Fem! Metkayina! Reader (smut)

A/N: My first, and hopefully not last, post for @pandoraslxna 's Avatar kinktober! Sorry for the late addition, I had almost forgotten that today was a prompt I had chosen! I hope you all enjoy; apologies for this work's rushed nature.

Wordcount: 1.1K

Tags: knife kink, knife play, mentions of blood and cutting, Na'vi reader, fingering (?), oral sex (f receiving), sex with a stranger, risk play, semi-public

(Y/N) had been going through Jake’s belongings in his marui. She was nosy by nature, and he had left earlier to attend a meeting with the rest of Metkayina in order to interrogate him in his search for uturu; she greedily took the opportunity to snoop through the stranger’s personal items. Seeing the small bag in the corner of her temporary pod, she immediately opened it and dug around. 

“What is this?” she mumbled to herself, picking up a leather sheath. She opened the Velcro patch then looked inside. A large combat knife sat in the sleeve. “Hm…” Her hand wrapped around the black, padded handle. She gave it a squeeze, feeling the handle spring back slightly. 

She ran her other hand over the flat of the blade and peered into her reflection on the shiny silver. Of course, she had seen blades before, but this one was different, something that could have never come from her people. Her finger faltered a bit at the tip of the knife, slicing her fingertip open. The tiny cut flowed with pricked blood, and she quickly threw the knife back into Jake’s bag, wincing at the sharp pain.

“What’re you going through my stuff for?” Jake stood in the marui’s opening silently watching as (Y/N) held her bleeding finger. 

“Toruk Makto,” she said respectfully, bowing her head, placing her hands behind her back before she continued, “I was only trying to see that your quarters were in order, I would not want you to feel unwelcome.”

“Right.” He was unimpressed at her attempt to hide her finger. Walking over to her, he grabbed her wrist and pulled the hand up to his face. His nose scrunched at the scent of her blood. “You were searching through my stuff. You don’t trust me.” 

“No, that is not true–”

“You are skeptical of me,” he said, interrupting (Y/N) swiftly. “I can prove myself trustworthy.” Jake ran his tongue over her finger, clearing up the red pool on her skin. 

“Jake,” her voice felt like it was bubbling in her throat as she struggled to force the name out of her mouth, “what do you mean? I— I am not sure if I am understanding correctly.” 

Everything about the man made her feel nervous, like an outsider. He looked different from her, and from everyone else in her village, but it was more than that. His mannerisms, his speech, his name: they were all foreign to her. 

He was unlike any man of Metkayina making, or any Na’vi that she had ever met.

“Let me show you my value,” he explained again, voice wispy, yet firm. “I will prove myself useful.” He gently took purchase of her shoulder and pushed her onto a flexible wall in the marui pod. 

On his knees, Jake leaned to the side and hooked his hand around the strap of his bag and inched it closer to him. He grabbed the knife, and held the handle of it loosely, just tightly enough to keep it in his grasp. He cut the thin fabric that kept her tweng tied, chuckling softly as she gasped at the cold air hitting her.

“You’re a sensitive one, yeah?”

She hummed in response before feeling a small, faint scratch on her thigh. “Ah? Jake, what are you doing?” Her eyes widened a bit when she looked down to see him pressing the knife’s blade to her inner thigh, then widened even more at the feeling of him latching onto the small cut on her leg. His teeth gently nibbled at the skin around the spot he was sucking, leaving deep, purple marks over it. 

Briefly removing his mouth with a pop, he looked up at her and hushed her, playfully smirking at her. “Quiet down, girl. So impatient.” 

Instead of returning his mouth to her thigh, he flipped the knife in his hand, calloused palm expertly holding the blade’s sharp end. His hand covered the entirety of the silver, yet no blood was pricked. 

“Your hand–?” She tried to bend down to look at his palm, assuming he had cut himself like she had moments earlier. 

“Shh,” he put his finger to his lips and hushed her again, giving her a soft nod to calm her. 

Jake prodded at her hole with the handle of the knife. The soft, rounded tip felt different, but welcome in her greedy cunt as she lowered her body, sinking onto it. 

“Thought you’d be nervous ‘bout this thing,” he said with a whisper, hitching the handle up into her jaggedly. “Ain’t never seen one like this?”

She tried to shake her head, but her body was too focused on clenching around the leather handle. Her hands found their way to his shoulder, pulling his torso close to her lower half. Taking that as a hint, he wrapped his lips around her clit and swirled the aroused bud around.

“Jake, please, do not stop,” she pleaded, on the cusps of her orgasm already. 

“I wasn’t planning on it,” he said through his long drags over her cunt with his tongue. 

He brought his arm behind her leg, pulling her body down and forcing all of her weight on his forearm. Holding her up let him completely bury himself between her legs.

The black leather felt soft against her gummy walls as she went slack, and she whined as he aimlessly plunged it into her.

“Oh my, now, s’happening, ma’--” she stumbled over her words, pleasure clouding her mind as she almost moaned his name in a way too personal for what was happening between them. Her legs wrapped tightly around his head, coated his face in a sweet sheen of cum, and left a white trail of arousal to drip down the blade handle.

“Say it,” he urged, lapping at her clit faster, forcing her body into sharp overstimulation. 

“Ma’Jake, I cannot handle any more, s-s’too much.”

Jake let his tongue tease over her for a few seconds extra before pulling his knife out of her and his face away from her core. He wrapped his hands around her waist to stabilize her body as he stood up.

A few seconds passed, pure silence between the two as they just stared at each other: Jake’s face shiny with her cum, and her face flushed purple with her afterglow. 

“I– I did not mean to search through your belongings,” she said shamefully, eyes averting from him.

He laughed, a small huff of air passing through his nose.

“I’m glad you did. You’re a curious girl.”

“I wanted to know more about you– you are very different, Jake Sully.”

“You’re a smart girl too, eh? Glad you noticed.”

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tysm for tagging meee 💕

I’m back — Eminem

Bodies — Forest

Love — Keyshia Cole

Rock Wit You (Awww Baby) — Ashanti

Falling Behind — Laufey

Einmal um die Welt — Cro

Just What I Needed — The Cars

Who Am I — Beenie Man

Only Girl (In the World) — Rihanna

This Night Has Opened My Eyes — The Smiths

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ten songs

tagged by: @stellamancer thanks niku baby!!

rules: shuffle your 'on repeat' playlist and post the first ten tracks

backburner (live at the wiltern) - niki

hear me out - exo

love fool - exo

cinderella - exo

lost - d.o.

xx - the millennial club

will it ever feel the same - bazzi

feelings - lauv

sunbleach - christian kuria

i think i’m lost again - chase atlantic

tagging: @soumies ; @satoruhour ; @crysugu ; @getoluver ; @em1e

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