#and mike just lays down to play it live

[bomber-grl]

Mike Schmidt relationship headcannons !

Pairing(s): Mike Schmidt x Gn!Reader

Note! Has some plot | This is my relationship headcannons for movie Mike, stating this because I just might make video game Michael Afton headcannons aswell in the near future

Very closed off and not looking for a relationship

He had hired you to take care of Abby when he was away and that’s how you two began getting closer.

Not the best conversation starter, however when you gave him the opportunity to speak about the dream theory he starts going on about it.

Then he apologizes and begins feeling a bit unsure and awkward.

It never really advanced from there and he’d almost constantly apologize and reassure that he’d pay you soon, but you never really cared for it.

Really peaked his interest when he realized that Abby had really grown to like you and began inviting you to do things with the both of them.

You, of course accepted and eventually Mike had started developing feelings for you.

Just as you did for him.

He didnt act on them at first.

Primarily Because he doesn’t see himself in a relationship, especially not with someone like you with him.

You were amazing, and he was a sad grown man who had to care for his little sister, and not even in a way he saw proper.

So of course he shuts it down, telling himself it’d be better off that way.

However, some way, somehow you got involved with Freddy’s pizzeria and you not only managed to save him but also Abby.

Then from there it just went uphill.

He got a better job, better pay, and is able to connect with Abby easier.

Not only that but the custody battle has been leaning in his favor.

He had no one to thank but you.

You’d take Abby to school, occasionally cook for them, and you were always reliable.

One fateful evening you and Mike were just hanging out in the living room.

Talking and just watching whatever was on TV.

Then he brought up your relationship, and stated that he’d really like to start one with you, a romantic one, that is.

You of course, said yes, and he was relieved and happy at your reaction.

But then Abby came to mind, what would she think?

You asked him this almost immediately.

But he reassured and said that the final push was actually when Abby hinted/teased her older brother about your potential relationship, then ran off.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding and an awkward atmosphere hung in the air but then Mike went to hold you hand and it made it semi better.

The next morning you almost immediately told Abby and she was so happy.

Which really relieved the both of you.

-

Things had changed, albeit subtly.

And although Mike wasn’t the most physically affectionate, probably due to him being pretty much touched starved and traumatized.

He tried his best to convey his affection towards you with teasing and joking around.

You’d often just enjoy the others company and bond mostly with Abby around.

If you were to ever do something even a little bit flirty around her she’d immediately be grossed out.

Which was funny, and was mentally noted to ever do again in her presence, even if it was just a kid friendly comment.

Your guy’s first kiss was pretty intimate

I mean Mike had never seemed much interested in kissing or doing anything further down the road.

However, after a particularly draining day, and horrible weather outside, Mike had offered you to stay for the night.

Abby was so excited and the three of you played with her just a little bit over her curfew then sent her off to bed.

When you were finally able to be alone, Mike, very awkwardly and a bit bashful, offered for you to sleep in his bed.

You, like the amazing person you were, rejected and said that it was fine and that he should just sleep there.

Not completely understanding that Mike didn’t mean separate, but together.

Once he bashfully explains that all you can do is mutter out an “oh” and go along with it.

Pretty awkward as you both just lay down as stiff as rods in silence.

Then you guys begin talking.

And it’s just you two talking about whatever at like 2 a.m, trying your best to keep it down.

If you decide to be bold and make a move by asking if you could cuddle with him, then he’d hesitantly agree.

Again, not because he hates you, but because he’s an awkward guy.

So once you’re settled in each others arms you start talking about each others traumas and mostly hidden things.

It’s the sleep deprivation getting to you guys.

Well once you’re both finished venting and just being vulnerable you decide to make a move and lean forward, giving him plenty of time to move if it’s not wanted.

But he didn’t, and the clash of your lips followed soon after and how drawed out it was won’t be mentioned by either of you either.

Things not only start changing and he’s side hugging you more (publicly)

Although not really into pda

And be more affectionate (as he can)

I’m sure at one point you get so comfortable with one another that although awkward moments occur, most of them spent together is just you saying cringe stuff and making him regret ever making it out alive of Freddy’s.

From then on, not only do you tease and get a worthwhile reaction but he’s always hugging and giving you cheek kisses in private.

He’s also grown fond of cuddling, just because of how close he gets to be to you.

If you were to ever tell him he’s hot.

He’d get really taken back but then laughs it off and says whatever.

(Saying this because I know those fans of him exist 😭)

Honestly it’s kind of hard for you to tell when he’s being sarcastic or not😔

He’s always making snarky and joking remarks and hard to tell when he’s just being his sassy self.

Honestly home dude is just trying his best and his relationship with you really lightened up his life even more.

Note! Should I make a pt 2 with Mike as your husband?

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[fanficgirl429]

After Work (Mike Schmidt smut)

Warnings: Sex (18+ only)

Pairing: Fem!reader x Mike Schmidt

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It had been a long day at work and you couldn’t wait to go see your boyfriend. You wanted nothing more than to just lay on the couch and watch tv.

When you open the front door to his house, the tv is on and his younger sister, Abby, is laying on her stomach in front of it, drawing a picture.

“Hey Abs,” you say, walking over to her and she smiles at you.

You glance down at her drawing and see the three of you- you, Mike, and her.

“It looks good,” you tell her, before walking towards the kitchen.

Mike is currently standing at the stove, staring at the pot in front of him.

Without saying a word, you walk over to him and wrap your arms around his waist.

“Hey babe,” you say.

“Hi,” he says quietly.

“Everything ok?”

“Mhmm. It’s better now that you’re here,” he tells you as he turns around, pulling you into a tight hug. He gives you a quick kiss before he turns back around to the stove.

The next two hours pass quickly. The three of you enjoy spaghetti and meatballs and Abby tells you about her day at school. Mike is quiet, adding to the conversation here and there, but it’s mostly you and Abby talking.

After dinner, Abby gets ready for bed, while you take a quick shower. The warm water feels good on your skin and you stay in the shower longer than you typically would.

Mike has a pile of clean laundry sitting on the floor of his room and you grab one of his t-shirts and throw it on along with a pair of your shorts.

Walking back into the living room, you see Mike sprawled out on the couch and you walk over and gently lay on top of him. His arms wrap around you and the two of you lay quietly, watching the tv.

As the show continues, somehow you and Mike end up spooning on the couch. Your back is pressed against his stomach as he lazily makes small circles against your hip with his finger. He probably doesn’t even notice that he’s doing it, but your body is screaming for more.

You reach your hand out and place it on top of his. His thumb stops moving and he waits to see what you are going to do.

Without saying anything, you slowly move his hand towards your stomach, coming to a stop just below your belly button. His pinky plays with the waistband of your shorts and he seemingly understands what you want him to do.

His hand dips below your waist and grazes over your underwear and down towards your core. You move your leg that is laying on top, allowing him better access. Pushing aside the material, he runs his finger along your core, feeling the wetness that has already formed.

You let out a soft moan as he begins to rub two fingers against your sensitive spot.

“Fuck,” you moan as his fingers work their magic.

Mike pushes one finger in, teasing you. He lets out a chuckle as you turn your head to glance back at him.

“Tell me what you want,” he whispers as he slowly moves his finger in and out.

“I want you to fuck me,” you tell him, honestly.

He sucks in his breath at your response and pulls his hand out of your shorts.

“Get on your back,” he orders you.

You do as he says and lay on your back. Your body is begging to be touched and it takes everything in you to not pull him down to you.

Mike is still laying on his side, his dark eyes staring down at you. A bulge has formed in his sweatpants and you reach over and press your hands against it.

“Damn babe,” you mutter, surprised at how hard he already was.

He sucks in a breath as you gently squeeze him. Mike pushes his hips forward and you move your hand to the waistband and pull down the material, freeing his length.

Your eyes lock with his and your hand slowly begins to move up and down his length. His eyes close and he leans his head back as you continue to stroke him.

Your hand moves slowly and you can tell it’s driving him crazy. He lets out a soft moan and places his hand on top of his, stopping your hand from moving.

Within moments, he’s laying on top of you, his lips moving roughly against yours. The kiss is full of need and want. You can feel his erection pressing against your core as he moves his hips against yours.

“Mike…” you whine.

Mike reaches down and slides your shorts off and you kick them to the end of the couch.

Mike lines his length up with your core and pushes the material of your underwear aside before he pushes into you.

A loud moan escapes your lips and Mike's eyes go wide, glancing down the hallway.

“Quiet!” he whisper yells.

You nod as Mike begins to move his hips against yours. His hands grip the armrest of the couch as he thrusts against you. A slight creak from the couch happens every few seconds and you worry that it might break.

Each thrust is sending you closer and closer to the edge.

Faster.

Quicker.

That familiar knot forms in your stomach and you hold it in until the last possible moment.

Your walls clench around Mike and he places his hand on top of your mouth, quieting the moan that you just let out.

With two more thrusts, he releases into you, a few curse words leaving his mouth.

His body melts against yours as the two of you take a moment to catch your breath. He presses his forehead against yours and gives you a quick kiss.

“You know I think I might need to take another shower?” you say. “Do you want to join me?”

Mike lets out a smirk. “Are you really asking me if I want to join?”

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[thepowerofswayze]

Crush

originally on ao3

pairing: mike schmidt (2023) / afab reader [gender not specified]

word count: 3K

warnings & info: 18+, first time together, mostly smut, oral sex (both receive), you're abby's babysitter, reader wears a bra, compliments like "pretty"

summary: Abby can't help but tell you all of Mike's business- specifically, that Mike has a crush on you. Luckily, the feeling is mutual.

☆

You were tucking Abby into bed when you caught her staring at you, brows furrowed. “What’re you thinkin’ so hard about?” You asked, tapping her nose.

The girl scrunched her face. “You’re really pretty,” she said, burrowing herself into the blankets. “It makes sense that Mike has a crush on you.”

Not sure you heard her right, you blinked, then laughed. “Very funny,” you sighed, giving her an eye roll and a smile.

“It’s true!” She was sitting up now, undoing all the work you’d put into tucking her in nice and tight. “He’s, like, extra weird around you, like, super fidgety and staring at you. And he fixes his hair before he opens the door every time you come over. And he’s all smiley on the phone with you. He’s never smiley.”

You tried not to betray the way your heart fluttered and instead put on a face like you're deep in thought. “Hm… Well, I’m not sure you’ve convinced me. But how about we talk about it when I’m back tomorrow? Right now, you should be fast asleep, girl.”

Abby was obviously not buying that you’d be willing to talk about it later- and, in fact, you were hoping she’d forget the conversation- but she yawned and lay back down, allowing you to re-tuck the sheets. Her eyes were already dropping as she said, “I’m right, you know.”

You gave her a nod. “I’m sure. Goodnight, Abby.” With a kiss on her forehead, you stood from her bed, turned out the lights, and slipped out the door.

As the door softly closed behind you, you made your way into the kitchen and started cleaning up from dinner. Abby’s words didn’t leave your head. Sure, kids loved misreading things or teasing their siblings, but Abby was a smart kid. She didn’t usually tell you lies. You shook your head, smiling a little at how the butterflies in your stomach stirred. Getting this worked up over intel gathered from a ten year old was silly.

That didn’t mean you thought about anything else as you worked, washing dishes and straightening the living room, picking up stray clothes and tossing them in their rightful places, sweeping the floor when you were done and still restless. An hour or two later, you collapsed on the couch, TV remote in hand. The only things on were Late Night, a rerun of 90s movies, and the infomercial channel. Seth Meyers tempted you from the NBC channel, but when you saw Clueless would start playing in 10 minutes, you settled on the movie reruns. You turned the volume up, just enough to hear it from the couch, then lay your head on the arm rest, doing a terrible job of keeping your eyes open.

It was like you blinked and the room was suddenly dark. In reality, it was hours later. You heard rustling, watching the figure in front of the now switched off TV turn toward you. “Mike?” You asked, knowing already from his posture and the way his hand ran through his hair that it was him.

“Sorry,” he said, mouth quirking up as he watched you stretch and yawn. “I was gonna let you sleep.”

You shook your head sitting up and patting the spot on the couch next to you. “‘S no problem,” you managed as he sat, letting your shoulder press against his. “How was work?”

Mike made a noncommittal noise, ducking his head as you turned to look at him, eyes adjusting to the lighting. The purple under his eyes wasn’t extreme, but it was there. Along with his permanently disheveled hair and week-old scruff, he looked the way the noise sounded. The exhaustion did nothing to hide how handsome he was, though, and you felt the usual rush of adrenaline as you kept studying him. “It was work,” he replied, hands fidgeting in his lap. “How were things here? I see you and Abby cleaned.”

You snorted, and you could swear he smiled genuinely. “Yeah, me and Abby.” You were fully awake now, eyes falling on his restless hands then flitting away to the blank TV screen, still warm. In your mind, a checklist appeared and you involuntarily checked ‘fidgety’ and ‘smiley’ off. “We worked on her homework. Oh, and we ate your leftovers… Sorry...”

He was looking at you now, one eyebrow raised as you gave him a grin that definitely didn’t convey any remorse. “I’m sure you’re so sorry,” he scoffed, eyes leaving yours but scanning your face now. ‘Staring.’ Check. God, this wasn't going to leave your mind, was it? “You didn't have to clean, you know. Thank you.”

Now it was your turn to make a noncommittal noise, accompanied by a shrug as you looked away. “No biggie. Helps me think, anyway.” When he ran his hand through his hair earlier, was that normal? Or was that a ‘fixes his hair when you come over’ occurrence, right in front of you? Suddenly his shoulder touching yours was all you could feel. You couldn’t live like this. “Abby said something funny, actually.”

You watched out of the corner of your eye as he hummed. “Yeah? What’d she say?”

Well, no point in dancing around it. “She seems to think you have a crush on me.”

You could swear Mike’s breath caught. Your shoulder left his as you turned to watch him now, eyes trained on his face. He glanced over at you, then focused on his fidgety hands. No way. “Oh.” There was no way. Your eyebrows raised as he wiped his hands on his jeans. The seconds ticked by. He was too quiet. “What, uh.” Another beat. You watched as he swallowed hard, throat bobbing. “What d’you… think about that?”

Mentally, you pumped your fist, and thanked the universe that kids were so committed to spilling everyone's secrets. “I dunno,” you responded. His obvious nerves were weirdly soothing to yours. Maybe it was the near confirmation that whatever this was, it wasn’t one sided. He was looking at you now, eyes a little wide at how close you two were, faces really only inches away. You could smell his cologne and the coffee on his breath. “I don’t think it’d be all that bad.”

“Yeah?” He barely breathed the word, and it sent a shiver down your spine. His eyes dropped to your lips, and yours did the same to his. “Well.” His voice was low and thick, like he couldn’t believe what he was saying. “I guess we’d probably have to do something about that.”

It was a slightly awkward, very Mike type line, but it might as well have been a Shakespearean proclamation of love the way your stomach did flips. “Probably,” you whispered back. “Definitely.”

His hand moved, pushing a lock of your hair behind your ear, and you were barely breathing now. You leaned into the touch, his hand cupping your cheek, his calluses rubbing against your skin. The look in his eyes was going straight to your head, and you leaned in, tilting as your noses brushed.

A second ticked by. He whispered your name. “Are you… you’re sure?”

“Mike,” you breathed, eyes half closed already. “Kiss me.” And he did.

His lips were a little chapped, you thought. He was kissing you gently, and the friction of his stubble against your face was actually kind of nice. His free hand was gripping your waist now, sure but gentle, and your own hands traveled from your lap to his chest, where his heart was beating so hard you vaguely thought he might have a heart attack. As one of your hands moved to the back of his head, tangling in his hair, he let out a noise and the air shifted.

It wasn’t anything crazy- a rather content sigh was all- but it went straight to your stomach. Then lower. You shifted, a hand on his face to guide him as the kiss deepened, while the other tugged at his hair. He reciprocated eagerly, and you faintly registered how sweet he tasted. Another noise escaped, not a little gasp or sigh like you’d both been letting slip, but almost a whine in the back of his throat. You weren’t gonna manage to pull yourself away at this rate.

He chased your lips as you pulled back, just a bit, for air. “Mike,” you murmured. His responding ‘Hm?’ was so eager, you almost dove back in right there, and his thumb on your hip bone just under the hem of your shirt wasn’t helping. But you wanted something else. “If you wanna… We should go to your room.”

His eyes were wide again, and he stood almost abruptly. “Yeah. Yeah, we- cmon.” He took your hand, leading you through the hall as if you weren’t at his house every weekday.

You’d been in his room before, but you’d never been on his bed. You’d never sat with your legs tucked beneath you as he kissed you, his hands now on your waist under your shirt, your hands pulling at his loose curls in ways that made that throaty whine come back. He was gonna be the end of you.

He tugged at the hem of your shirt, and you smiled into the kiss. “Okay,” you murmured, pulling back to take your shirt off. His breath was trembling as you threw the garment to the floor, immediately working on getting his shirt off, too. It joined yours, the start of a pile, and you barely had a moment before his lips were on yours again, his hands back on your waist, on the small of your back. Yours played with the top of his jeans, your thumbs hooking into his waistband. He shivered beneath your touch. “Off,” you murmured, working on his button and zipper. He helped you get them off, helped you get your own pants taken care of, so you both sat there in your underwear.

You looked at the tent in his pants, then back up to meet his gaze. He was looking at you with wide eyes, glancing from your face to your chest. Lower. He took it all in with the same awed expression. His hand traced your side, and you took his face in your hands and kissed him.

Mike’s hands loved to roam. He ran them over your hips, over your thighs, up your back to the clasp of your bra. He fumbled before it released and slid off easily. The air was cold, but his hands quickly came up to replace the fabric, thumbs brushing over your nipples gently.

He pulled back momentarily. “Can I…” The tremor in his voice was too good. It took everything in you not to interrupt him with another kiss. His voice was low, pleading. “I don’t have any condoms. But I can still eat you out.” Then, quickly, “If you want, I mean.”

‘If you want,’ he said. Was he crazy? “Yeah.” You kissed him gently- once, then again. “Yeah. I want that.”

You lay back on his pillows, which smelled overwhelmingly like him, and watched as he climbed over you. His mouth met your neck, kissing gently, trailing down to your collarbone, your breasts, your stomach. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of your underwear and you lifted your hips to let him tug them off.

Mike’s face was ridiculously reverent. Heat overtook your skin at the sight of him between your legs. He dragged a finger down the slick pooling on you, and your breath quivered. A kiss to your inner thigh. Then to the other one, stubble scratching the sensitive skin. Then his mouth was on you.

The feeling of his tongue tentatively lapping a stripe up your core made you squirm, breath ragged. He did it again, making sure to linger on your clit, then again and again. “That’s good,” you huffed out, and he sped up, the praise spurring him on. One of your hands found its way to his curls, while the other came to rest over your mouth. He sucked on your clit, and you let out a cross between a gasp and a moan. “Fuck, Mike.”

He answered with a groan of his own, obscenely pleased with the reaction he was getting from you. As he continued, one of his fingers slipping inside and pumping in time with his tongue, you bit one of your own fingers in a weak attempt to muffle yourself. His mouth was hot against you as he whined like this was just as good for him. Another finger slipped in, and your head pushed back. You gripped the sheets, chest heaving. “Just like that,” you gasped. The sound of his fingers plunging in and out of you and his mouth sucking on your clit filled the room, a vulgar combination. With his own muffled moans and your gasps added on, you were sure you’d lose your mind.

Your hips rolled up, just about riding his face and fingers. He let you, his free hand moving to cup your ass, his tongue still sucking and working even as he let you choose the pace. “Shit.” You could feel it now, the familiar sensation in your stomach. “Shit, Mike, I’m-” A gasp. “‘m so close.”

“Come on,” he murmured, not even pulling away, his voice reverberating against you. “Please.”

How was he begging for you to come? You glanced down at him in disbelief, and wow. He looked good like this. His head bobbed eagerly, his hair a mess where your hands had been, where one hand still was, his face flushed. You gripped his hair and he made a noise so indecent, it had your mouth falling open as your orgasm crashed into you.

He stayed on you as you rode out your high, slowing down his ministrations, fingers slowly pulling out of you. When you released your grip on his hair and he lifted his head, you were speechless. His face from the nose down was shining from the mix of your slick and his own spit. He brought his fingers up to his mouth, licking what was left of you off, and you all but growled as you pulled him up for a kiss.

He huffed as your hand traveled to the front of his boxers, feeling the wet spot he’d left and his fully hard dick underneath. You smiled into the kiss, continuing to feel him out. He made little noises into your mouth, and you drank them in hungrily. “Fuck,” he murmured, and you stopped.

Mike whined, his eyes searching yours as you pulled away. “Don’t worry,” you reassured him, just as out of breath as he was. “C’mon. Your turn.”

He just about scrambled to comply, switching places with you so he was lying where you had just been. You climbed over him, straddling his hips and leaning down to brush your lips. You traveled down to his neck, kissing and sucking, leaving marks that had him downright whimpering under you. Then, down to his boxers. You kissed him through the fabric before pulling it off with his help. He took in a breath as the air hit him, and you wrapped your hand around him immediately.

“Shit,” he breathed. You wasted no time stroking him, slowly at first, watching him squirm. Then, just as you sped up, you put your mouth on the tip.

Now it was his turn to put his hand in your hair. He was gentle, not quite pulling to the point of pain, but you could definitely feel how much he was enjoying you bobbing your mouth down his length, anything not in your mouth clasped in your hands. If his hand hadn’t been in your hair, he was vocal enough that’d you’d still have a very good idea.

“Fuck,” he babbled, whispering your name followed by a particularly desperate moan. “Fuck, you’re so pretty. It feels so good, so-” He cut himself off with a whimper, holding his hips down so he wouldn’t buck into your mouth, afraid he might hurt you. He was close anyway, and he told you as much in between breathless grunts and groans.

You removed your mouth and he whimpered at the loss before your hand replaced it, keeping up the rhythm as he dropped his head back. He stopped holding his hips down, bucking into your hand shamelessly. “Go on,” you encouraged. “Give it to me.”

He rambled on, your name on his lips as he climaxed and released into your hand. You kept going, guiding him through it as he came down, chest heaving. God, he looked too pretty with that hazy look he was giving you. You told him as much, and he flushed with a sheepish smile, pulling you in for another kiss.

You stayed that way, kissing him as his hands squeezed your hips, until he pulled back smiling. “I should clean us up, probably,” he murmured. At your protesting whine, he shook his head and shimmied out from under you. “If we keep this up I’m going to stop caring about our lack of condoms.”

He disappeared into the connecting bathroom, leaving you with your mouth open and a new throbbing between your legs. He was right. If you two didn’t slow down, you were maybe a couple touches away from also throwing caution to the wind, which wouldn’t work out in either of your favors.

He returned with a damp washcloth, already cleaned up himself. You held out your hand and he wiped it off, then your thighs. He tossed the cloth in the hamper in the corner of the room, then rummaged through his drawers, pulling out a shirt and turning to you. “I, uh. This should be better than nothing, yeah?”

You held out your hands and he tossed it at you. “Thank you.”

He pulled on a pair of fresh boxers while you tugged on his shirt- it smelled like him, his cologne and something that just screamed ‘boy’. You watched as he made his way back to the bed and you scooted over, letting him climb in next to you, pulling the covers over you both.

“You… you are staying. Right?”

You grinned, nodding at him. “Yeah. I’m not driving home right now.” You pressed a kiss to his temple, and he all but melted. “Besides, I wanna hang around with you longer. I like you, in case I hadn’t made it clear.”

Mike huffed a laugh, his hand sliding under what was now your shirt- you were never giving it back to him. Not until it stopped smelling like him, anyway. “Good. I like you, too. A lot.” He kissed your forehead, and you hummed, nestling into him as his thumb made lazy strokes on your hip. “Goodnight,” he whispered into your hair. You drifted off to the sound of his breathing.

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[leossmoonn]

Welcome back, Sara!!! For a fluffy Mike idea, maybe just a cozy rainy day spent at home with Mike and Abby? Like watching movies with cups of hot cocoa under a mountain of blankets, and all that jazz

Hi Logan ☺️☺️☺️ thanks for sending this in. I’m always afraid of writing fluff fics bc like everyone wants the smut, but it’s reassuring to have this put in lol

it’s a sunday and mike just so happens to have the day off. he’s been working long and hard hours and you convinced him to take the day off. you and abby are so excited; you two planned the whole day from the moment you woke up to the time it was time for abby to sleep. unfortunately, it’s rainy and a sudden wind chill swept through. none of you need to get sick and mike didn’t want to make making abby carry an umbrella, so you make the quick decision to stay in. abby’s a little disappointed, but you try to make up for it.

the first thing you and mike do in the morning is make a fort with abby. and not just a little four corners fort. no, she makes you cover the entire living room with blankets. even the tv was included! you and mike are dragged into some play-pretend games. for a lot of them mike’s forced to play some sort of villan.

“why can’t i play the hero, abby?” mike frowns. “because that’s her job!” abby points to you.

mike gives you a look and you shrug. “abby’s the director here. cant fight with the boss.”

mike rolls his eyes, wanting to get out of the humid blankets and sleep, but he knows how happy this makes abby. and even though abby is making him play the bad guy, he knows she means it out of love and he also loves getting to spend as much time with abby as he can. watching you act is pretty cute as well.

once abby gets bored of playing in her fort — which is like 3 hours later — she decides she wants to watch a movie.

“let’s clean up first, yeah?” mike suggests. “no! let’s keep the fort up to watch the movie!” abby says.

“abby, no. we had our fun with the fort. it’s time to turn the house back to normal,” mike says. “please say we can keep the fort up!” abby pouts as she looks up at you.

mike gives you a warning look, but you can’t say no to abby. “let’s just keep the fort up for the movie, yeah?”

abby squeals and wiggles back into the fort. mike glares at you. “she’s never going to want to take it down.”

“she will when it’s time for bed, which is hours away.” you step closer to him, gently putting your hand on his shoulder. “how about i pop some popcorn — the real stuff on the stove — and i make us some hot coca, okay?”

well, who was mike to turn down stove-popped popcorn and hot cocoa. he felt like a little kid again. it doesn’t help that you and abby’s pouty faces were ganging up on him. he sighs in defeat and nods, crossing his arms around his chest.

“fine, but after the movie, we will clean all this up, okay?”

“of course,” you nod. you turn to abby who is lit up with excitement. “can i pick the movie?”

“yep! do you want any popcorn?” you ask her. “yes. can you put m&ms in mine?” she asks. “you got it, babe,” you answer.

you three settle in the fort, abby laying on her stomach right in front of the tv. she chose “Lady and The Tramp”, which was one of her more enjoyable movie choices.

“mike, you’re kind of like the tramp,” abby comments, popping a handful of popcorn and m&ms into her mouth.

you begin to laugh but cover it up with a cough when mike shoots you a glare. “abby, that’s not very nice.”

“he knows it’s true,” she says, kicking her feet up and dangling them in the air. “And you’re like Lady.”

you glance at mike, a small smile on your face. you lean into him, your nose brushing against the scruff on his cheek. “i think what she’s trying to say is that we are perfect for each other.”

the tips of his ears turn pink. he wraps his arm around you, pulling you in so your head rests on his shoulder. “she could’ve said it differently, though.”

you giggle, “nah, i think it’s accurate.” he rolls his eyes, but there’s no denying the smile on his face and twinkle in his eye.

mike ends up falling asleep towards the end of the movie. his head rests on your chest, both arms around your waist to hold you close. your hands are in his hair, massaging his scalp while the credits roll.

“why is he so tired all the time?” abby pouts. “he works a lot,” you say. “but i’m sure he’ll wake up soon. why don’t you help me clean the fort up?”

“do i have to?” abby frowns. “i think mike would appreciate that,” you say.

“ugh, fine. but only if we can have pancakes for dinner.”

you grin and nod, “you got it.”

mike wakes up to the smell of chocolate chip pancakes. he twists and turns on the floor, the sizzle of bacon him bringing him into consciousness. he begins to open his eyes, his back beginning to ache from sleeping on the floor. he hears some giggling coming from the kitchen, sitting himself up on his elbow and peering over the couch. you’re at the stove, a spatula in your hand. abby’s sitting at the table, crayons littering the wood.

“look who’s up!” you exclaim. mike groans softly as he sits up, using the couch as a crutch to stand up. “i’m sorry i fell asleep. between the rain and the pillows —”

“shush,” you cut him off. he walks over to you, wrapping an arm around your waist, his fingers tracing sliver of skin on the small of your back that’s exposed. “i ruined our day.”

“no, you didn’t. right, abs?” you turn to her. “you did snore a lot, but you didn’t,” she says. you smile at mike, “see? all is well.”

“smells good.” he mumbles as he wraps both arms around your waist, placing his chin onto your shoulder.

“me or the food?” you glance at him with a teasing smile. he takes a not-so-nonchalant inhale of your skin. “both,” he answers.

“ew!” abby grimaces behind you two. you and mike both laugh and he presses a kiss to your cheek before pulling away. he brings some plates and silverware out, sitting across from abby and waiting for the food.

mike stares as you two discuss abby’s drawing. he can’t wipe the smiles off of his face. his life was never perfect and he knew it was never going to be, but if he could just keep this — keep you two — he would then be able to call it perfect.

“mike,” abby says with a little pout. “what’s up?” he asks.

“do you have to go back to work tomorrow?” she asks. “i do, but you also have to go back to school,” he states.

“i don’t want to,” she says. mike sighs, the calmness from his body fleeting. “you don’t have a choice, abby. i’m sorry.”

“i… i just mean… i want this day to last forever.”

his eyes widen and glance up at you. you’re rubbing her back soothingly, giving him an encouraging smile.

“maybe we can do something special for dinner again tomorrow,” you suggest. “we can watch a movie and even eat dinner on the couch.”

abby’s face lights up and she nods. “okay! can i pick the movie again?”

“only if you don’t compare me to a dog again,” mike says. abby giggles and puts a forkful of pancakes in her mouth before speaking again. “we’ll see,” she quips.

mike looks back at you, placing his hand inside of yours on the table. your feet slides up his calf, your eyes soft as you look over his face. his heart warms and for the first time in a while, he feels at peace.

#mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt #mike schmidt fluff #mike schmidt x reader fluff #fnaf #josh hutcherson x reader #josh hutcherson

[steddiealltheway]

Thinking about Robin bursting into Steve’s house - he gave her a spare key long ago - and yelling, “I was just Nancy’s gay awakening!”

Steve is laying on the ground in the living room and sits up. “What?”

Robin launches into the story, “Well, I was just at Nancy’s as you know, and she insisted that she wanted to basically play dress up with me. So, she handed me some clothes and she jokingly changed into mine which were huge on her and so incredibly adorable. I mean-”

“Robin,” Steve says trying to cut off her inevitable Nancy ramble.

“Right. So, there I am in Nancy’s bra and pulling her really itchy shirt over my head, and when I finally get my head out, Nancy is staring at me in her panicked way. And I thought well, maybe I ripped one of her favorite shirts because it was tight and I may have heard a rip-”

Steve lightly taps her arm, and Robin nods. “But then, she just says, ‘Robin, when did you know that you were… you know… gay.’ And I didn’t think much of it, but I told her, and then she said asked if it can happen later in life. And the dots just connected, and I told her yes it can.” Robin finishes her rant in a frenzied state still as out of breath as when she got there.

“And then what happened?” Steve asks.

“I stole Mike’s bike and came here,” Robin says staring off with wide eyes.

Steve stares at her and blinks slowly. “So she’s had this gay awakening, and you ran away and left her to deal with it alone?”

Robin looks at Steve even more panicked. “Holy shit! Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit!” She stands up and runs to the door. “I’ll be back later!”

The front door slams shut and Steve sighs.

“I was wondering when Nancy would realize,” a voice over Steve’s shoulder says.

Steve jumps. “Shit, Eddie. I forgot you were here.”

Eddie puts a hand over his heart. “I’m hurt, Steve. Hurt. I’m always here.”

Steve looks off and questions his past relationship with Nancy. Yes, he got over her in a romantic way long ago especially when Robin told him she had feelings for Nance. And it’s been a weight off his shoulders but he can’t help but wonder…

“Hey, what’s going on?” Eddie asks already on the ground next to Steve.

Steve shakes his head, but he knows Eddie is stubborn so he gives in. “Do you think Nancy was gay when she dated me, and that’s why things never really worked out? I mean, I just feel bad for doing everything with her if she wasn’t happy.”

Eddie takes a moment and then shakes his head. “Steve, a person doesn’t just suddenly become gay, but I think what you’re missing is that I don’t think Nancy is a lesbian. I’m pretty sure she’s bisexual. Which means she likes both.”

Steve thinks for a second and realizes it makes sense. “So, she had more of a bisexual awakening than just a gay awakening.”

Eddie shrugs. “Yeah, you could put it that way. What I had was definitely a gay awakening though. It was in the gym and this one guy stripped off his shirt and it all suddenly hit that yes, I was definitely gay.”

Steve stares off and suddenly blurts out, “Do you think I could have a bisexual awakening?”

Eddie’s jaw drops before he stutters out, “Ye-yeah. I mean… I-I guess you could. But it’s not something you can just force yourself to do.”

“Take off your shirt,” Steve says seriously because he’s curious.

“Dude, I’m not going to force a gay or bisexual awakening on you.”

Steve looks Eddie up and down for a second. He’s always known he’s attractive, just like he knew Billy was attractive and even Tommy in his own way. But it was only fair to notice who would be potential rivals when Steve started dating. But… he knows Eddie is gay, so why would he note his attractiveness?

Eddie sighs and stands up to take off his shirt. “Okay, now you can go back to being your straight self,” Eddie says already pulling his shirt back on.

Steve takes a moment to process, but then he grabs Eddie’s hand and drags him up the stairs. “Steve, there is now way you’re about to do what I think you’re going to do.”

“I sure am!” Steve yells determined.

A few minutes and a lot of complaining later, Eddie has Steve’s jeans on and is pulling his yellow sweater over his head. Eddie even does a little spin.

Steve looks him over and realizes that he feels the same way towards Eddie as he always has. He definitely finds him attractive, and even has the thought in the back of his head that he wouldn’t mind kissing him. Plus, Eddie in his clothes is definitely adorable wait-

Since when has he always wanted to kiss Eddie?

“Oh shit. You cannot tell me that this actually worked,” Eddie says and then laughs. “Okay, very funny, Steve. You can cut it out now.” Steve feels Eddie grab his shoulders, “Steve?”

Steve turns to look at him and says, “Eddie, I really want to kiss you.”

Eddie steps back and says, “Steve, this really isn’t funny. Just knock it off.”

“I’m serious,” Steve says with as much conviction as he has. “And I don’t mean just right now, but I mean that it’s always been there in the back of my head, and I’ve been ignoring it. But, shit, I want to kiss you.”

“Why don’t you buy me dinner first?” Eddie jokes and then stops. “You’re serious?”

“One hundred percent.”

Eddie walks closer to Steve mumbling under his breath, “I cannot believe this worked. Must be a bisexual thing.”

Steve laughs and says, “Maybe it is.”

Eddie finally gets up in front of him and cups his jaw. “I’m going to kiss you now.”

“Not if I beat you to i-”

Eddie cuts him off with a soft kiss before pulling away and looking at Steve with a bit of fear in his eyes.

“Holy shit, I’m bisexual,” Steve says with a laugh before kissing Eddie again. He pulls back and says, “Wait, this isn’t just you helping me to realize, right? Like, I want to go on a date with you. Multiple if you wanted that…”

“Oh thank fuck,” Eddie says and kisses Steve again.

Steve will have to thank Nancy and Robin later.

#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #background ronance #robin buckley #steddie ficlet #stranger things #steddie brain rot is here today #🌹🌹

[billthedrake]

WINGMAN

I generally had a clean lifestyle, at least lately, but it was Mike Gelson's bachelor party, and we five dudes were partying it up in Nashville. I may have been doing my goody two-shoes Brendan Peters thing and getting club soda every few rounds, but my tolerance was down and I was getting good and truly wasted.

My best buddy James Carducci noticed, too. Like me, he was a big guy, a former tight end who carried a lot of muscle on his 6'5" frame, but unlike me he could hold his liquor.

"You gonna get laid tonight, Peters?" he growled in my ear as we entered the room we were sharing. "It's fun to see you let your hair down."

I gave him a scowl but knew he was just ribbing me. It's what buddies did. "Why can't we have the bachelor party in New York or something?"

Carducci knew what I meant. He plopped on one of the beds, his big frame taking up most of the double bed mattress. "Bro, you could have all the gay dudes around you and you'd still be too fuckin' picky."

I lay down on the other bed, looking over at my best friend. We'd both moved to the same city after graduation. Coming out had been a big messy process for me, and James had been the most supportive of my college friends. He was enthusiastically bisexual - not advertising it or anything, but we quickly realized we could switch from teammate-buddies to guy talk and back.

Still, we were opposites in a lot of ways. "Dude... it's easy for you. You just want to get your dick wet."

We'd had versions of this conversation before. He grinned. "Bro, maybe you should get your dick wet for a change. It'd keep you from being a cranky bitch." Yeah, Carducci could get away saying stuff to me no one else could. Then turning his meaty body on his side, he looked right at me. "I get it, Peters. But maybe while you wait for Mr. Right, you can have some fun. I mean, Kevin Murphy's not gonna suck your cock."

"What the fuck?!" I played dumb. Kevin had been the kicker on our D1 team and was Mike Gelson's best man. He was my type to a T... shorter than me and leaner, boy-next-door cute, tight body and a bubble ass.

James lay back again and put his arms around his back, arms knotted and pumped. If I was into big dudes like myself, there might be sexual tension between us. "Bro, it's all over your face. Remember, I know your fuckin' type."

"C'mon, JC," I pleaded, using my nickname for him.

He grinned. "Don't worry, Peters, I'm not gonna say anything to anyone. You know that. Crush out on Murphy all you want. You're just barking up the wrong tree."

"Yeah," I sighed. "It's majorly against the bro code." I was starting to get resentful of how being a horny gay dude and an ex-jock living by the bro code were not exactly compatible.

That got a deep laugh from JC. "So's fucking your buddy's dad."

I sat up, the alcohol and quick movement making my head dizzy. "What?!?!" Normally I'd write off the comment as Carducci being a jokester but the way his words came out made them seem real.

He now sat up and reached down to paw at his crotch to rearrange his junk. "This stays between us," he warned.

"Scouts honor, man," I replied.

My friend got a wild look on his face and a leer as he said, "I banged Gelson's dad."

"Mike Gelson," I clarified. "The fucking groom."

He seemed annoyed. "What other Gelsons do you know, dumbass? Yeah, Mike Gelson's father. It was a couple of years ago, when Mike invited a couple of us to his family's lake house." James was closer to Gelson than I was, which only made what he was describing seme more transgressive.

"Dude, isn't Mr. Gelson like 45?" I'd briefly met the man once but he didn't make too much an impression on me, I guess.

Carducci leered. "He was 50 then, and it was fucking glorious. A whole week, both of us enjoying sneaking around." I knew JC had a bit of a kink for married men. We didn't overshare, but I'd very occasionally hear about a hookup or, more often, I'd unload about a date that didn't go like I wanted.

I had to rib him now. "What, you going for the daddies now, JC?"

Without missing a beat, he looked at me with his brown eyes. "Abso-fucking-lutely, Peters. Exclusively even. You should try an older dude for a change."

I didn't think I was easily shocked but the turn of the conversation had indeed rattled me. I went silent before I said quietly, "Man, I couldn't date a guy my dad's age. What the fuck?"

He laughed. "Dude, who's talking about dating? You're a hot fucking dude, you should be having sex nonstop... " He paused. "Can I be honest, bro?"

I nodded, bracing myself for the barrage of criticism. But this was Carducci, I knew he was looking after me.

"Well," James started. "You always go for the unavailable ones like Murphy, or for the stuck up ones who think they're the shit for having an Insta following." For all of our odd-couple conversations, Carducci had never spelled it out for me quite like this. But he was totally right. "I dunno, maybe you should go outside your type just to see. There are so many daddies out there who'd be so fucking appreciative to make it with a guy like you.... You could use the ego boost, bro."

I thought it over. "Is that what older guys are to you?" I asked. "An ego boost?"

He shook his head. "Nah. I have a pretty massive ego already, bro, I don't need help with that. I just love sex with an older guy." I watched as he pulled a spare pillow down to cover his crotch. I knew why: Carducci was boning up talking about sex, and while we shared a lot there still was the bro code between us. "Some of em have a wild side, like a drunk sorority chick."

I shook my head. "Jesus, JC."

I knew the alcohol was getting us both to open up to this conversation. "It's not like that, Peters. I mean, you know you're with a dude, a real masculine dude at that. But there's that wild, naughty streak beneath the surface. I fucking love it."

He reached over and picked up his phone.

"What? Are you gonna show me a picture of one of your conquests?" I asked.

He looked up and winked. "Perv. No, bro, I'm lining up a blowjob. There's gotta be a horny daddy staying in this hotel."

I blushed. "You serious?"

"Sure, I'm serious," he said, now not taking his eyes off the app as he scrolled through. "Jesus you can be such a fucking prude."

I lay back, feeling insulted but mostly angry that he was right. I'd set up a Grindr profile and used it some but then swore it off over the last year. "Well, you're not bringing him back here," I said.

JC now looked up. "Like I said. Cranky bitch." There was teasing sure, but I think I'd actually pissed off my buddy. I almost apologized but I was stubborn.

Anyway, he was now getting off the bed and putting his shoes back on.

"Already?" I asked with astonishment. JC hadn't been on that app much longer than five minutes.

He laughed. "What can I say, bro?" He smiled. "Daddy wants this..." he used his hand to gesture to his tall muscular body. "I'm in Nashville, I'm gonna have a little fucking fun." He had his phone and key card and seemed good to go. "You should too, Peters. For real."

I didn't say anything but I gave a look that was my attempt at an "I'll think about it."

And like that, I watched my best friend leave our room.

***

The lamplight was still on when I woke up. I'd conked out in my drunkenness. I was massively hungover but I always wake up pretty quickly. Light was coming in and the clock said a little after 8.

Carducci's bed was still made and still empty. The fucker.

I got up and pissed and popped a couple of aspirin, hoping they'd help. My head pounded. And we still had another night of this fucking bachelor party weekend. I wondered if these dudes would want to come to mine when the time came. Hell, I wondered if I'd have one.

I brushed my teeth to get the stale beer taste out of my mouth. My hair was mussed up and I did my best to comb it down.

Fifteen minutes later, after a trip to the lobby to get some coffee, I was feeling more alive. Hungover still, but better. I didn't feel like eating anything, but the aspirin was helping.

I picked up my phone. I'd uninstalled Grindr but it was easy enough to re-install it. It took me a second to remember my login, but I used one of my common passwords. One of these days, I'd need to choose something more secure for my shit.

There were some hot guys in Nashville, but I'd gotten spoiled by the city I lived in now. There was a certain type I was seeing here - either bigger, beefier guys, or else younger thinner twinks. My type was always in between that. I wanted more Dierks Bentley and was seeing a lot more Garth Brooks types, even among the 20-somethings.

I'd been replaying my conversation with JC in my head. He could bust my balls, and maybe in a way I didn't like. But I told myself, I'd give this a try. I changed my profile language to make it less picky and judgmental and adjusted my looking-for age range.

It was early and I didn't see any hits in this hotel, but there was a good looking older guy in the hotel on the next block. Kind of average looking, balding hair, 49yo, but his pics showed off a very fit body, lightly hairy, probably trimmed. Looking for now. If I had to make it with an older dude, this was probably as good a match as any. I'd focus on his body if need be.

"Hey," I typed in a chat. "You're up early."

"Hi man." Then. "This is early?"

"In Nashville it is," I replied back.

"True, ha."

I was never great with the quick hookup thing, but one thing I'd mastered was the art of messaging. Some guys were too direct, not flirty enough, but some guys were too passive and conversational. My style didn't work with everyone, but it was working now, I knew.

"What brings you here?" I asked.

"Business. I thought I'd tack on an extra day for fun. And you?"

"Bachelor party."

"Of course, ha." Then, he added. "You're quite the hunk."

"Thanks man," I typed. "You're hot, too." I wasn't sure how much I thought that. It's not that he wasn't hot, because he was in a way. But in my fucked up way, I knew he wasn't Brendan Peters-worthy hot. Not in my league. But I tried to embrace the Carducci way. "You say you bottom, right?" His profile had read vers-bottom.

"Yep. You wanting to fuck?"

After my conversation with JC, I'd initially been thinking of a blowjob. Baby steps. Something to take the edge off. But now I realized it had been WAY too long since I'd fucked a guy. "God yeah. You able to host?"

"If you can give me fifteen minutes."

I pawed my crotch now. I was getting boned good. "Make it twenty?" I wanted to shower up.

"Sounds good, man."

***

The profile had sold the guy short. He didn't look hotter than his pictures but as he ushered me in, he had a deep sexy voice. Almost gravely, with a New York accent. He had a towel wrapped around his waist and I could see how dense his muscle was on a frame that was about 6 inches shorter than mine.

"Looks like I hit the jackpot, huh?" he smiled. Then as his eyes swept up to my face, he added, "Don't worry, I'm not gonna gush. You know you're smoking hot."

OK, maybe JC was right, I could get used to the ego pump. With a grin I stepped up to the guy and wrapped my arms around his naked torso, drawing him in.

"I wasn't sure..." he started to say in his deep voice befor I cut him off with a kiss.

He was a good kisser. This was a hookup, just a hookup, and our making out wasn't romantic, but I really enjoyed this part of sex, and this man knew how to respond to my groove. His hands felt up my chest as he did his best to match my tongue work.

Maybe it had been so long since I'd had sex, but the feel of his bare skin and hard back muscle under my fingers had me rock hard. This guy wasn't my type, but he was masculine and real and he wanted me. I pulled off his towel and broke the kiss so I could reach down and paw at his thick ass. It wasn't a young bubble ass, it wasn't Kevin Murphy's kicker's ass, but this man went to the gym regularly and had for years.

"Yess.." he hissed.

I kneaded his ass for a minute longer then stepped back, in full ready to fuck mode. As I reached down and started undoing my shorts and kicking off my shoes, my trick looked at me with horny anticipation, his daddy dick hard and leaking, a solid six-incher that stood out from his trimmed but hairy crotch.

"I guess we didn't talk about specifics," he said, stepping back to the bed. "You a missionary or doggy position kind of guy?"

God, this was 180 degrees from my normal Grindr experience. I always met freaks who'd get real porny and weird, or I met guys who were bossy about their needs. This man had a fun laid-back vibe, even as we were getting to brass tacks.

Usually my answer would be missionary. "Doggy," I leered, letting my thick long cock fall out as I pushed my underwear down.

"Fuck," the daddy hissed. "You didn't exaggerate the measurements. Take it a little easy at first, then I'm good to go." I watched as he got onto the bed, on all fours. It was clearly the body of a man in his late 40s, but I was going to enjoy it all the same.

I got up on after him, letting the mattress sink with my weight. I'd hit almost 240 in college ball, and while I'd leaned down a little since then, I still was 230 pounds of tall muscle.

I remember one time I'd started eating out some model looking guy I'd hooked up with and he about freaked out, telling me he wasn't into getting rim. But as I kissed along this man's lightly furred ass cheeks, one side then the other, he spread his legs in an unmistakeable green light. I dove in and licked.

Fuck, this daddy loved it. I thought about what JC said. Masculine dudes with that drunk sorority chick worthy wild streak. He was some regular guy on business, and he was enjoying me eating him out and munching wildly at his clean pucker.

"Holy fuck, dude!" he growled, the deep voice making his words seem more sexual. "Eat my fucking hole."

I did. I wasn't even expecting an extended rim session for this. I almost thought it would be a pump and go, but I now rode the experience, gripping his cheeks, pulling them apart and tongue fucking this man who indeed was old enough to be my father.

I could have kept at it, too, but I needed to fuck. I leaned up, wiped off the spit from my chin and reached down to wet my cock.

"There's lube and condoms," he said, nodding to the night stand. "I'm on PREP so do what you want, man." Again, that deep voice had my balls twitching.

I slathered on some lube and lined up my bare prick. Daddy was gonna get raw dogged. I gave a two-mississippi pause then pushed to enter him.

There was some snugness at the ring but otherwise no real resistance. I popped in, making the man grunt a little, but he braced his upper body, took a deep breath, then nodded. I pushed my way all the way in, deep into his hot tightness. I forgot how amazing a good fuck felt. Bottoming out, I gripped his waist and began a slow pump.

"Jesus, you're a big boy," he grunted, excitement in his voice.

"6-four," I teased, now fucking him with firmer strokes.

"I meant your cock," the daddy said.

"I know," I hissed. "You're taking that big dick."

"Christ, man," he replied. "Fuck me! Fuck me big guy!"

I did. Getting more and more into it. I was enjoying this position of holding his waist and using that leverage to pull his leaner muscular build onto my hard pistoning cock as much as I was pushing into him. But as I got more excited and more into the mounting pleasure, I felt a need for something more animalistic. Leaning forward, I covered his back with my muscular chest and torso and just started hammering him with hard short strokes.

"Oh fuck oh fuck," he hissed. Loving it, but feeling the challenge of taking me that way, given my strength.

It wouldn't take long though. I now supported my weight with one arm while the other one wrapped around him, pulling his hard body next to mine for maximum contact and steady penetration.

He too was braced on one hand now while the jerked off to my inward strokes.

He came a second before me, but it was a photo finish. I let out a deep heavy growl and enjoyed the most amazing orgasm I'd had in a LONG time.

He finally withdrew his hand and let my weight push him down into a flat lying position.

"Am I too heavy?" I asked as I kissed his neck softly. I didn't want to pull out just yet, the aftershocks felt pretty amazing.

"I'm good," came that deep voice. "I like it, actually."

I kissed him more, along his neck. It's a weird thing of mine. Some guys lose interest after getting their nut, but I get in a real romantic headspace after cumming. It's freaked some men out.

Daddy picked up on it. "I thought you'd be a fuck and go kind of guy," he said with a soft laugh.

"Sorry," I said, pushing myself up off him some.

"Don't apologize, it's nice."

I ran my hand along the man's arm. Strong, not as big as mine, but there's something about an older man that meant more seasoned muscle. "I know this is just a hookup," I said. "I just like talking with a guy I have sex with. I'm weird, I guess."

He got quiet, but his reply felt calm and measured. "We can grab brunch if you like. I can learn more about the guy who just gave me the fuck of my life."

"Yeah," I said.

Now as we uncoupled and rinsed off in the bathroom before getting dressed again, I was having second doubts, and maybe I was leading him on too much. I absolutely didn't want anything serious with this guy. After today, I'd probably half forget him. This was just my hormones talking.

He seemed to read me. "You OK, man?"

I nodded. "Yeah."

He gave me an empathetic look. "Don't worry, I know I'm just a piece of tail to you. But I'm starving... why don't we get a bite and then you can get back to your bachelor party duties?"

I smiled. "Sounds good," I said. I stepped up and kissed him, softly. Wrapping my arms around his waist and enjoying the height difference.

"My name's Curt," he said.

"Brendan," I said.

#drakestories

[agaypanic]

Mike Schmidt 😍 can u write reverse comfort? Like reader comforting him over his troubled past 💀

Give You My Shoulder (Mike Schmidt X Reader)

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Summary: It’s not uncommon for Mike to have a nightmare, mainly from reliving the trauma of his brother being taken. Luckily, he doesn’t sleep alone anymore.

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When you moved in with Mike and Abby after a year or so of dating, they were both ecstatic. Abby loved you; you were by far her favorite babysitter. And Mike was finally able to spend more time with you beyond seeing each other for a few minutes during lunch breaks and before you left the house after babysitting. Now that you lived with them, he could come home without having to deal with the sadness of you leaving.

But the nights took him a while to get used to. He, of course, loved being able to hold you and be near you while you two slept. But Mike had become so used to reliving the past when he was dreaming, usually waking up frustrated and scared when he realized he was once again unable to save his little brother. 

You knew about all of this: the dreams, losing his brother, his traumatic life. You always did your best to comfort him, but you could only do so much.

When you moved in, he did his best to stop going through his memories. He kept the sleeping pills and nature sounds tape in his nightstand drawer. He’d wrap you in his arms and fall asleep to the feeling of your nails dragging through his scalp, listening to your breathing.

But old habits die hard.

You and Abby were dead asleep in your rooms when Mike came home. He had gotten home late at night after work, completely exhausted. He couldn’t wait to sink into his mattress beside you.

He tried for about an hour, laying in every different position and squeezing his eyes shut. But it was no use. Despite being tired, he couldn’t fall asleep.

Mike turned to lay on his back, sighing in frustration. And that’s when he saw it.

The Nebraska poster.

He looked over at you, watching your peaceful sleeping form. It couldn’t hurt to just do it one time.

As quietly as possible, Mike opened his nightstand drawer and took out his bottle of pills and tape player. He sat up and took one of the pills before playing the tape. He took a deep breath as the sounds of nature filled the room, letting it overtake him. Mike laid back down and looked up at the Nebraska poster, gently grabbing your hand as he waited for the moment he would drift off, back to Garrett and his family.

Before he knew it, he was back at the camping grounds, a kid again. Garrett ran around with his toy plane, and Mike and his parents smiled at the sight. Mike went through the memory like he always did, filled with nostalgic joy as if he didn’t know what was gonna happen next.

And then it happened.

Mike ran, yelling for Garrett as his brother waved at him from the backseat of the car that drove off. He tried looking for new details: a face, a definite clue, anything. But when he looked around, the woods became empty. The only living things were him and the trees.

His name was faintly called out, catching him off guard. This was something new, which should have excited him. It should’ve given Mike hope that this new thing would lead him to his brother. But instead, he freaked out even more, wondering where the voice was coming from and why it was the only thing he could hear.

“Mike!” 

The man jolted awake, gasping in surprise as he frantically looked around. He was back in his bedroom, with you looking at him in concern and talking softly.

“Mike, honey, you’re okay.” You whispered to him, squeezing his shoulders to try to get his attention. “You’re okay. What happened?”

Mike slowed his breathing, trying to calm down. He felt ashamed that you were seeing him like this, yet all you did was look at him with love and a listening ear.

“I tried to find him…” He said sadly, and you immediately knew what he meant. You bundled Mike up in your arms, allowing the few tears that he let slip to fall on your shoulder. “I was supposed to look after him.”

“It’s not your fault.” You whispered, wishing you could take away the guilt that constantly weighed on Mike.

“I could’ve saved him.”

“Just because you couldn’t doesn’t mean you didn’t try, Mike.” You tried to look at him as best as you could, with his head being in the crook of your neck. “I can’t even begin to imagine how it must feel to live what you’ve lived through. You’ve been through things that no one deserves. I know you couldn’t save Garrett, and that it probably eats away at you all the time.” You petted Mike’s hair, which was slightly damp from his sweat. But you couldn’t care less. “But I think you’ve been given a second chance.”

“What do you mean?” Mike asked, picking his head up from your shoulder but still leaning into you.

“You have Abby. I know she’ll never replace your brother, but I don’t think he’d want you living in the past trying to find him again… Healing from what you’ve been through won’t be linear, and there might always be a part of you that’s hurting.” You rubbed Mike’s back, feeling his body slowly relax against yours. “But you could honor Garrett and his life by doing the things you never got to do with him with Abby.”

Mike was silent, taking in your words. You worried that maybe you overstepped, or said something wrong.

But then Mike squeezed your hand. He nodded slowly before giving you a quick but gentle peck on the lips, as if to say thank you. He laid back down, urging you to do the same.

“I love you.” He said softly while looking at you, eyes still glassy from his tears. You wiped the ones that had fallen off of his cheeks.

“I love you too, Mikey.”

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MIKE SCHMIDT X F!READER

My hoodie

Summary: You are Mike's good friend and also the babysitter for his younger sister Abby. But when Mike recently took a new job where he works overnight and his shift doesn't end until 6 in the morning, you watch over Abby even through the morning. You don't mind, you like spending time with her and plus, you have a chance to see Mike more often. But one day you "accidentally" forget to bring warm clothes, so you borrow Mike's hoodie...what happens next?

Warnings: 18+, unprotected sex (piv), swearing, after sex care, fingering

"-and they lived happily ever after" you finished reading the last sentence on the last page of the cinderella book, and looked at Abby, whose eyes had long been closed. She was holding her loyal stuffed rabbit tightly under her arm and her nostrils were frequently flaring, whenever she breathed in. She was so cute and you couldn't help but chuckle, she really does remind you of Mike sometimes.

You put the book on the nightstand and turned off the light. Then you quietly crept away from her room and as you closed the door, a deep sigh of relief left your mouth. You finally had a moment to yourself and could do your favorite traditional activity - lying on the couch and watching TV.

You jumped on the couch and covered yourself with a checkered soft blanket. You pressed the red ring-shaped button on the remote and switched channels until you found your favorite: How I Met Your Mother. You put the controller on the table in front of you and made yourself comfortable. It didn't take long before yours eyelids began to close with fatigue and before long you were in a deep sleep while the TV was still playing in front of you.

~~~

You suddenly felt cold, goosebumps started to rise all over your body. You were awakened from your beautiful dream, by a nasty cold, that spread throughout the apartment. You didn't want to get up, you were too lazy and tired for that, so you curled up in a small ball and covered yourself properly with a blanket, thinking it would help. Unfortunately, it didn't help, and if you didn't want to catch a cold, you had to get up and go get something warmer. You had now several options.

1.- You can go lie down in Mike's bed, but you don't have enough courage for that. If he came back home, having you in his bad, what would he think?

2.- You can borrow Mike's duvet, but you don't want to carry it from the bedroom to a living room and then back…it's too tiring.

Finally, here is the last and your favorite option, which you wanted to do for so long, but never had a suitable opportunity for it. Borrow Mike's clothes. With the speed of lightning, you snooped a bit and curiously opened Mike's closet, rummaging through some of his pieces.

Bingo! You found his, and yours, favorite. You immediately grabbed it and pulled it over your head. It was comfortable, nice material, but most importantly, it smelled like Mike. You could get high of his sweatshirt, how often you sniffed it and still couldn't get enough. But then, you started feeling like a psycho, so you immediately stopped and crawled back on the couch under the blanket, pretend that never happened.

You felt warm right away and fall asleep really fast, just as Abby did. A huge smile appeard on your face, when you could still smell Mike's hoodie while laying down and trying to sleep.

~~~

The rays of the sun began to bother you through your eyelids and you had to turn your back to the window, but at that exact moment, you heard a quiet but inaudible crack from the main door. You could no longer sleep but just sat up and be ready for any action. "Oh hi, you're already here?" You asked and in the middle of the sentence yawned, showing enough that you had been asleep until now. "Yeah, and you're finally awake I see" you turned to Mike, who was in the kitchen, so you couldn't really see him, but even through the walls you threw a blank look at him. "Finally?" You got his adorable but ironic giggle as an answer. "Mhm, I already took Abby to school and make some breakfast" huh?! You were shocked and kind of worried, because if you were still sleeping while Mike was already here, you had no idea what is Abby doing, if she is still sleeping or not, if she is even in her room or even in this house. You had no control at all and you expected, that he is gonna send you home and tell you to never come back again, but that didn't happened.

,,What time is it?” You asked him, your full body including your voice shaking. Another cute little giggle from Mike. He came out of the kicthen and sit on armchair right next to you. ,,10:20” ,,WHAT?! I over slept that much?!” You put your head into your hands and started shaking your right leg. You are a really bad babysitter. ,,Awh come on, it's okay, you don't need to stress about it-“ ,,No it's not! What if something happened to Abby? I wouldn't do anything!” You started panicking and making over-drama, but Mike just smiled, looking at you like you were some really funny TV show, which you definitely were at that moment.

,,Why you're not mad at me?” When you calmed down a bit, you asked him. Mike looked down and move his lap up to make his seat comfortable, but that move makes you feel things down there.

,,Because I know you're smart, reliable girl. Nothing happened to Abby, so don't worry about it anymore, you better come and have breakfast with me” he point his head towards the table next to kitchen and got up from his seat. You sighed, he was right again. ,,No way that you made this” You said in disbelief as you look at all the food. ,,Excuse me?! I am amazing chef! Try it” he pointed at the plate with some bacon and egg, quite basic, but it still smelled really good.

You sat next to Mike on your own chair and give him last look before you take a bite. It was delicious. The flavors of saltiness and meat melted on your tongue every time you chewed. You close your eyes and enjoyed this divine breakfast. You really didn't expect it to be this good. ,,Damn” you finally said with your mouth still full of bacon. Mike laugh at you, again. ,,I told you, I am amazing chef” and with those words, he finally stopped staring at you while you were eating, but take a bite of breakfast too.

,,You really should be some chef in a restaurant…” you both laughed, because you both knew that this won't happened, but never say never right? ,,And how was work by the way, anything crazy?” you asked to change the theme already and talk finally about Mike. He huffed under his breath and looked at you. ,,No, not really…” he looked at you, up and down and then continue: ,,But you know what's crazy?” ,,Hm?” ,,That you are wearing my hoodie” you were too stunned to speak, when he finished his sentence with devilish smile on his gorgeous face. Fuck.

Your pupils got bigger, your eyes widened and you stopped every movement you were doing, even chewing the last piece of food in your mouth. Your heart stepped a beat and your whole body was full of goose bumps and purred. You felt a strange anxious feeling in your stomach and your face was so red. ,,Um…” you finally mumbled something and akwardly put your cutlery down on the table, as you looked down at Mike's sweatshirt, that YOU were wearing.

,,Look, it was cold and the blanket is too soft and not warm at all and since I know I shouldn't turn on the heating, because of money, I decided-" you wanted to continue your defense but Mike's mockery rudely interrupted you. You stayed in the same position as you explained Mike why you were wearing his hoodie, your hands still in the air and you didn't blink once, while Mike next to you almost choked with laughter. ,,It's fine...only if I knew you look so beautiful in that hoodie, I would have lent it to you way earlier" confused, pleased, a bit horny. These were your three emotions after Mike said that cute sentence.

Your hands slowly returned back to your sides and you felt your cheeks turn red. ,,Please stop I am gonna be like tomato” you said as you were shyly covering your already red face. He laughed again, telling you he likes tomatoes. ,,Ew, weirdo” you both giggled as you finished the sentence.

You looked at the clock, up on the wall and your eyes widened as you saw the bigger arrow on 11 am already. ,,Shit, I should probably go” you stand up from the table and wanted to take off Mike's hoodie, but before you even grab it, Mike stand up with you and stopped you. ,,Awh come on, do you need to be somewhere?” ,,N-no but-“ ,,Do you have any plans today?” He interrogated you like your mom. ,,No-“ ,,Then where's the rush?" he asked and relaxed a bit. "I don't want to bother you" you said shyly and looked at the tips of your feet. Since you didn't get any answer and the silence was too loud, you looked up to see Mike's angry expression. ,,Bother? Do you really think you're annoying me? I'm always alone at this time, some company won't hurt me" he smiled and convinced you. "You really don't mind?" "Not at all...unless you're in a hurry?" "Not today, I'm free" Mike seemed to see Santa Claus as a twinkle reflected in his eyes. ,,Awesome! Then sit down, relax, we can watch some film if you want and enjoy our presence” you swear you would cry, how amazing this man is, but he just doesn't realize it. Abby can be so thankful for brother like this.

,,I noticed that you like to watch the series...what's the name...how I met your mother? We can watch that if you want to" "But you don't watch TV" you frowned at him and raised one eyebrow suspiciously. "No, but I think I can handle it with you, somehow" he said sarcastically and take our dirty dishes from the table, right into the sink in the kitchen. He then turned his back to the sink and folded his hands on his shoulders as he looked at you with a faint hint of a smile but seemed emotionless. He must have had millions of thoughts and things going through his mind that you badly wanted to see.

"Uh, I should probably take this off" you broke your too long eye contact and reached for Mike's hoodie on you, so you could finally take it off. "No no no please keep it. Go sit on the couch, I'll make some popcorn" he winked at you and walked towards the cabinet where he pulled out a bag of popcorn. You somehow couldn't process the fact that he specifically asked you to keep his sweatshirt on, and that wink at the end? You should probably ignore it, but it doesn't quite work that way.

You do as Mike told you, sitting on the couch while sun rays was hitting you through the window. You decided to close the blinds, but you were still incredibly hot. After all, you were still wearing a shirt under Mike's hoodie. You wanted to take it off before Mike came, but unfortunately, yoh didn't have time. "Choose something" he sat down next to you and handed you a remote with a face that relied on you to select a good program. You swallowed and gently took the remote. You don't understand what's wrong with you. You feel weird, both, mentally and physically, but it's probably just the heat...or is it?

After few minutes of laughing and crunching some popcorn, you started to perspire. You were dripping with water, as if you had just run a marathon. You couldn't take it anymore. "Turn around," you ordered out of nowhere and looked directly into Mike's eyes. He, with raised eyebrows, did not understand your point. "I'm terribly hot and since you won't let me take off your hoodie, I want to at least take my shirt off" you explained to Mike. He understand it god damn well, but he smiled ironically under his breath, thinking that you wouldn't notice. "Okay..." he was looking at the TV, quite focused, so you took advantage of that. But you didn't really trust Mike anyway, and even if you wanted him to look at you, privacy is privacy.

You turned slightly, so that he couldn't see anything in his peripheral vision and you finally take off the shirt with hoodie, which you then put back on. When you finally changed, you felt way more better and could smell Mike's scent from the hoodie again, like if he just got out of shower. You turned back to face the TV and when you checked Mike, he immediately looked away. Of course he was looking, bastard.

,,I thought you are always cold” he said while still watching TV and brushing his lower lips with thumb. He looked really hot but you needed to stay focused. ,,Well, I mean yeah but now I am hot…is it bad or?” ,,No…I am just sayin’” he raised his lap a bit, to make himself more comfortable on the couch. Your pussy started pulsing right away, you needed to cross your legs to calm the girl down.

~~~

"Are you seeing someone?" out of the nowhere, when you were in the middle of season 3 episode 5 of How I Met Your Mother, Mike randomly asked you. You flinched as soon as you turned your head directly to Mike. "Huh?" "Nothing...forget it-" "No, I'm sorry, it's just...it's a pretty random question you know-" "I know, I just didn't want to sit awkwardly in silence and watch TV all day" he tried to save the situation, but it is very clear that he did not ask because of this reason.

,,Sure…” you said, giving him a suspicious look and suit yourself on the couch for better and more relaxing position. ,,No, and you?” ,,Nope…” he answered you before you even finished your question. ,,´kay…” you said quietly, not knowing what to say to that and just continue watching your favourite show. Now, this was pretty akward. You wanted so badly for Mike to speak, say something, literally anything but he just sat and watch, just like you. Fuck.

~~~

,,I never thought I would laugh at such a bullshit” after few minutes, you finally get out of the ‘akward silence’ phase and laughed loudly, more than with anyone else. ,,Hey! It's not bullshit!” You slapped Mike's arm, and you needed to to admit that it was not only a risky but also a flirtatious move, but he was okay with that actually. He laugh even more. ,,It is, I don't understand how can anyone watch this” ,,You do” Mike nodded his head to the side, you got him. ,,You're right, but just because of you!” He nudged you gently, starting the war.

You opened my mouth offensively and Mike knew very well, what was coming. You started slapping, tickling, kicking each other. Of course, Mike was being really gentle with you, if he had just added a little more of his strength, you would have been already on the floor, covered in blood. Even so, Mike was quite stronger than you and most importantly, he found your ticklish weak point, which he immediately exploited and you couldn't control myself. "Stop it!" You screamed with laughter and kept closing and opening your eyes.

After a while, his touches on your weak spot started to slow down, until they stopped completely, and you could open my eyes. Suddenly, Mike was on top of you, his head right in front of yours, both hands resting on the couch, right next to your head. His cute puppy eyes looked so hungry and adorable at the same time. His lips looked so juicy and kissable, his hair looked so soft to touch, god you felt the tickling in your stomach, more specificaly, butterflies. You didn't know where to look first, if in his eyes, or lips, or hair, or just face, but Mike helped you to choose.

His lips conected with yours, your eyes both automatically shuted, and the typical squelch sound, rang your ears pleasantly. You automatically slipped your fingers into his silky hair, as Mike gently cupped your cheek with his palm and stroked your face with his thumb. Each kiss got hungrier and hungrier. You have both wanted to do this for an awful long time, but the right opportunity never presented itself, or you just didn't have the courage.

His kisses and touches were not like others. He was gentle, kind, loving...until you started tugging at his wavy locks from time to time and innocently digging your sharp nails into his back, even through his t-shirt, there must have been blood lines there.

Mike started twitching with his lips, moves, touches and his silent, almost unhearable moans were now really loud. You tormented him, but he tormented me too. You waited for him to take the next step, grabbing you and undressing you like a wild animal. It was as if he read youe mind, and just when you wanted it so badly, he stopped kissing you, grabbed your back and forced you to wrap yourself around him like a monkey. When he got on his feet, his face was screaming that he has sinful intentions with you, and you were so into it. You both giggled a bit, before you kissed again, but this time finally more roughly. The atmosphere around you started to get hotter and heavier, your lust for Mike grew fast and his hand placements were definitely more fearless.

With your legs around his weist, your arms around his neck, he was holding you by your back and walking with you carefully but fast towards bedroom, to more comfortable place with huge space in a bed. He opened the door with your back gently and placed you on the soft bed. He closed the door, even there was just two of you in the house, and immediately get above you, kissing you while smiling.

You both couldn't take it anymore, you couldn't slowly touch each other, slowly undress, this was out of the question here. Everything was so rush, that you blinked twice and suddenly, Mike was only in his shorts, while you were still fully clouthed. Of course, Mike take care of it quickly and take off your pants, immediately put his face closer to your red delicate panties. You breath shakily, as you saw Mike's head between your legs. You always dream about this moment, but never thought it would happened.

Your whole body started vibrating, as Mikes hands were, this time slowly, exploring your naked legs. He lightly ran them down, to the sides and back again. He was looking at you, watching your every move, but mainly trying to analyze your facial expressions. Whenever you winced more than you should, he focused mostly on that point. For a moment, you didn't believe Mike was real.

,,Gosh you smelled so good” he whimpers quickly as he kisses your inner thights, making your vagina pulse even more than before. Mike definitely notices your quiet moans were getting kind of out of controll and you try your best to not scream or moan loudly Mike's name. You could feel his devilish smile forming into your soft skin, full of goosebumps.

But Mike's seductive kissing of your legs instantly turned into biting and creating hickeys all over there. You pulled Mike's hair, arched your back and bit your lips. You were desperate, you wanted to just pull Mike's face right into your core and just let the man do what he should. But Mike couldn't stand it for long either. His penis was twitching in those thight shorts, and in that moment, it was his dick who take the role, over the brain or even heart.

He pulled his lips away from your legs and pressed them to yours this time, dry but thirsty for his. His tasteful saliva melted into yours, your tongues were so synchronized like some pretty song and Mike's hands were finally going in the way you wanted. He slowly pulled up your (his) hoodie up, but just a little bit, to unreveal your gorgous panties in all their beauty. He stopped kissing you for a moment, just to quickly checked there and smile a bit. Then he continued into glueing your and his mouth together.

You felt his fingers getting under the panties, just traveling on your skin slightly, before finding your clit and began to rub it a little. This is where the fun starts. You quietly moan into Mike's mouth, pulling his hair and moving your legs randomly. Mike has magical hands, and it didn't take too long for him to find the perfect speed and rhytm, that make your body go wild. ,,Shit” you couldn't hold the kissing anymore. You rolled your eyes and dig the back of your head into the pillow, while your eyes were shut strongly and you teeth started making blood staints on your lips.

,,Do you like that?” Motherfucker knew damn well you love that, but he just have to ask. You roughly nodded and try to hold the moans and tension in yourself. But Mike wanted more, so without warning he inserted not one, but two fingers into your vagina, which made you automatically drop your jaw open and whimper as loud as you could.

As if Mike had known you and your body for years, he knew exactly what to do to make you writhe like a snake, panting uncontrollably and digging your nails into not only Mike's hair, but the sheet next to you. Mike wiggled his fingers inside of you as he teased your clit with his thumb and was so in sync...even you don't do it that well to yourself.

You mumbled, moan, whimper, you had no control over your vocal cords anymore, not over your body either. You couldn't stay still, your entire body succumbed to a pleasurable tension, your legs began to shake and close until your stomach clenched, you leaned back and sighed so loudly, that even the neighbors could hear you miles away. ,,Fuck~” That's the last thing you whisper before you climax on Mike's fingers, whining and breathing like you just ran a marathon without a break.

You open your eyes just to see Mike, smiling at your relief. It was comfort, but also sort of horny smile that he has on his face, making him even more attractive, than he was before. He slowly pulled out his fingers out of your core, making you moan really quietly, that even mosquitos couldn't hear you, and he poke the two fingers, still glistening after your orgasm, into his mouth, sucking all your cum out of them. Even though you experienced the strongest orgasm of your life just a moment ago, you can't feel your legs and your core is still recovering, this maneuver by Mike immediately moved you and prepared you for the next round.

,,You taste so freaking amazing” Mike said quickly, almost desperatly with his husky voice and roughly put his lips into yours again. These kisses were definitely different, than before. These directly hinted at what would happen next. They were full of passion and the atmosphere around you smelled of sex.

After few moments of wildly kissing, you could hear how Mike is finally taking off his trousers, thus finally freeing his hard erection. You felt his hardness, poking you into your inner thigh. Mike didn't waste any time and took off your panties roughly. He treated them as if they were standing in his way, which they kind of did.

You exhale a little, when you felt the fresh cold air hitting your naked core. Mike stopped kissing you and he looked into your eyes to give him permission. When you nodded, a small hint of smile flicked on his face, before he burried his face into your neck, sucking and kissing there, while he slowly started moving his hips, brushing his tip against your thrusting core.

Mike nuzzled your neck pleasantly, tickling you, but you were preoccupied with your desire and arousal, which was already above average. Mike notice your body, how it twitched and moved, trying so hard to reach his tip and just ride him like a horse. ,,Please” this word was enough for Mike, without any much warning, he slowly started to slide his cock inside you. You tried to catch your breath at how much he was stretching you. Your eyes couldn't see it, but you felt very well how big his erection was. You could feel every vein.

It was endless, you were already full, you thought you would burst in no time, but Mike still wasn't all inside you. You whimpered, tears automatically streaming down your face. Mike placed gentle kisses behind your ears and comforted you with phrases: good girl, just like that, shhhh. It helped a bit, but you still felt the pain down there. Finally, Mike stopped moving and let you relax a bit, while he get up from your neck and now was above you, admiring you. Your eyes were closed, teeth cut deep below the lips and both hands squeezing the sheet on either side. You knew Mike had changed his head position but you didn't have strength to open your eyes.

After few seconds, the pain was finally getting better and you felt like continue. You open your eyes and smile at Mike. He look like a cute puppy, waiting for your permission to continue or to do practically anything. You nod slowly and Mike exhale in joy and happiness. He adjusted himself a bit and started slowly and carefully thrusting into you. Right from the start he started to hit your sweet spot, and that pain that was just a few seconds there? All gone. Now, it was all just a pure pleasure.

Your mouth was slightly opened, leaving quiet and sweet sighing. You couldn't keep your eyes open, all your senses were starting to slowly disappear. A pleasant feeling began to surround you and your quickening sigh signaled Mike to pick up his pace as well. Wet slapping started to get loud, Mike's moaning wasn't in rhytm anymore and both of you could feel that you are close.

The amount of swearing that leave Mike's and your mouth was endless. Mike's moves started being sloppy, the bed with both of you were moving just as Mike was roughly thrusting into you, you started seeing stars with your eyes closed. ,,Mike I-“ you wanted to inform him that you won't take it much longer, but Mike knew it damn well. After few more thrust, he burst his face into your neck again, going much deeper into you than you though it's possible, and with one last strong and wet slap, he whine loudly as he orgasm. You climax just as he put his head into you neck, your legs shaking, full body vibrating and the sweat was dripping all over Mike and you too.

You too take a break for a moment, before Mike slowly pulled his dick out of your wet and stretched core. You both sighed at the lost. Mike colapsed on the bed right next to you, still trying to catch his breath. But it wouldn't be gentleman, if he didn't take care of you after sex. He grab a duvet and cover your lower naked part and him too. He turned his head to look at you, but you looked so done. ,,Are you okay?” he asked worriedly, his heart beating more faster than ut probably should. You just nodded, you had no energy to even respond with words. ,,I am gonna give you some water 'kay?” he sat up and give you comfort kiss on forehead, before he get off bed, put on some shorts and went for some water.

You were devastated. Your body was numb and you couldn't tell if you could feel any parts of your body or not. You felt fantastic. It's been a long time since you last had sex, but even though you tried to find as much as you wanted in your head, it was never as good as Mike's. As if he had enough experiences, but how? He sleeps all day or takes care of Abby or goes shopping and in the evening, he has that traumatizing job...but before you could think deeper, your thoughts were interrupted by Mike, who gently sat next to you on bed and handed you a glass of water. You try to sit up but your hands were so weak that you couldn't do practically anything. Mike immediately helped you, placing the glass on the bedside table and carefully lifting you up so that you were leaning against the wall and finally sitting. You smiled at Mike as a thank you and he laughed.

"I guess I've destroyed you enough, huh?"

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It was night, very night. The clock on the white microwave in the house's kitchen read 4:30 in the morning.

Mike was driving home, he had decided to leave early from his job as a guard at the restaurant because he felt his head was starting to hurt and his vision was blurry from lack of proper sleep and let's be honest, this abandoned restaurant full of children's things that They had gloomy vibes and were not a good place to rest.

He stopped his car when he was in front of his house and in an attempt to be calm, he got out of his car to enter the house while praying that the door wouldn't make a sound since he didn't want to wake you or Abby. He took off his jacket and left it on the small individual chair they had, he looked around, noticing how the lights were completely off. He directed his attention to the kitchen and approached the microwave, noticing a plate with food inside; It was the dinner you had prepared with Abby to distract her a little from her drawings.

Mike had thought about warming up the food a little but that meant making noise and he obviously didn't want that, so he just ate three spoonfuls of the cold food and put it back in the microwave. Taking off his tie he headed towards the room he sometimes shared with you the nights you didn't have to study for college so you could stay and help him with Abby too. He noticed that the door to his room was open and he quickly approached, expecting your presence in his bed, but to his surprise you were not there and that seemed strange to him, he directed his gaze towards his sister's room and noticed the door closed, so with Silent footsteps approached and slowly opened the door, finding a great surprise that made his heart grow with love.

In the room there was a large fort made of pillows and long sheets, inside was the bed mattress and next to it was another mattress that was used for camping. Abby slept in her corresponding bed while you continued to sleep peacefully at her side, Mike watched them with infinite tenderness, he could expect many things when he returned home such as: disaster in the kitchen or living room, drawings everywhere, You and Abby covered in mud from playing outside, letting street animals in, and many other stories, but, this was something he would like to see more often and he was glad he left work early or he would miss this scene.

He quickly took off his work clothes, leaving them in her room and then grabbed a shirt and some comfortable pants to sleep in.

Before leaving his room, he grabbed a pillow and headed to Abby's room to lie down next to him. He made a small smile when he noticed that you had bunny ears on your head and paint on your nose and mouth; Clearly Abby had made you up like a white rabbit.

Mike slowly removed the bunny ears from you and left them still to the side and then lay down next to you slowly and carefully so as not to wake up, which he managed to do. You quickly turned towards him, still asleep, and hugged him, receiving the warmth and characteristic aroma of him and he simply let himself be carried away by your presence and finally falling asleep.

Needless to say, he woke up thanks to Abby who asked him what he was doing sleeping in the castle that "The Carrot Queen" and "Princess Fluffy" had made.

#mike schmidt #mike schmidt x reader #fnaf movie #five nights at freddy's movie #five nights at freddy's oneshot #abby schmidt #josh hutcherson

[taylormarieee]

One step at a time honey Mike Schmidt

Summary: Mike is tired all the time so you help with different things one step at a time.

Pairing: Mike Schmidt x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: Kissing, Desperate Mike, Abby being cute, dance party(for like 5 secs), Reader being helpful, Mike being a cutie patootie,suggestive, Happy ending!

Mike was very hard-working but also extremely forgetful at times. That's why he was so grateful to have you.

His job was really taking a toll on him, especially since he works nights now. You were always over, you practically lived there.

So he was always glad when you were over to babysit Abby. Abby took a big liking to you.

While he was away, you and Abby were watching TV. You didn't know Mike was already on his way home before going back to work.

You and Abby heard this really cool song on the Tv and started dancing.

Jumping up and down and spinning all around with the little girl on your back.

You both pretend you rockstars before you hear the door click shut. You both turn around in surprise before your eyes lay on Mike staring at the both of you.

"Hi Mike!" Abby screams running up to hug her older brother! You smile at him and open your mouth to speak.

"Hi mikey, how was work?" You ask in that sweet voice he loves so dearly.

"It was uhm, tiring." He says with a slight nod. "Did Abby eat yet? Cuz, you know she has to get to school soon."

"Yea she ate already, She's already dressed but she wanted to watch some tv before we go." You respond with a smile on your face.

"I also left some food in the microwave for you. It's some pancakes and bacon with eggs." You respond before grabbing your keys and getting Abby's bookbag.

"Come on let's go Abby." You order, "Hurry and get to the car." You say.

"But I don't wanna!" Abby screams out.

"Abby! What did I just say? Get in the car now!" You say sternly.

"I don't have time for your games Abby. I now have to get to work, you had your fun, it's time to go." You respond with a sternness that shook both Abby and Mike.

"I-I'm sorry Abby, sometimes I forget your not MY sibling. Just quickly get in the car, we'll play some music on the way there. Ok?" You respond.

Your relieved when Abby's smile comes back to her face and she nods. She quickly sprints towards the car and you chuckle a bit to yourself.

"Mikey? Are you going to be ok? I'll skip work if you need me too!" You say looking at him concerned.

"You seem so tired baby." You say with sadness laced in your voice. He looks at you with those big puppy dog eyes he always has.

"I'm ok baby, I promise." He responds. You have been dating Mike long enough to know when he's lying but you'll play this game a little longer.

"hm, ok, I'll be back after my shift ok? Get some sleep baby." You say before quickly running out the house. "I LOVE YOU!" You yell out while hopping in the car.

Mike chuckles before whispering a faint ' I love you too' to you as he watches you drive off.

Mike stands there not knowing what to do. He wishes he didn't lie to you. Of course he wasn't ok, He needed you badly to be here for him right now. To be here to take care of him.

He sighed before slouching down on the couch. He slowly dozes off before the TV awakens him again.

He quickly curses and turns the TV down. Thank god Abby wasn't here to scold him and make him put money in the swear jar.

He quickly finds a spot and dozes off again. He's awaken about 35 minutes later when you bust through the door quietly whispering his name.

"Mikey?" Your sweet voice easily alluring him out of his sleep. "Hmm Baby?" Mike responds drowsily.

"Wait, baby? Why aren't you at work?" Mike questions. You chuckle to yourself, "Mike, I've been with you long enough to know when your lying." You respond.

"Guess you caught me, I really need you right now." Mike whispers trying to reach out for you.

"In a second Mikey, We need to start dinner early. I know your going to be too tired to do it after Abby gets picked up so come on, were making pasta!" You say quickly placing the groceries you bought on the table.

"Abby's favourite." Mike says smiling. "She likes the really big meatballs for some reason. Like the ones in cartoons." He continues slipping his hands around your waist.

"Mhmm But i need you, badly. Come to the bedroom, we can make dinner later." Mike speaks lowly.

"Mhmm, as much as I would love that, I'm serious Mikey. Such a desperate boy." You respond smiling.

"Mhm, ok. I respect it. I'll get started on the Pasta." He says going towards the bags to grab the pasta.

You take out a pot from the cabinet and hand it to him. He walks towards the sink and fills it up.

"See, this isn't bad at all! I'm helping one step at a time honey!" You say smiling at him.

"And I'm forever grateful." Mike responds admiring you in the kitchen light.

Time skip!!!!

After dinner was done, you went to go pick up Abby. You walk through the door.

"Mikey were home." You call out. You tell Abby to go to her room and put her stuff down. "Abby, go take a shower when your done to ok." You respond.

You walk into Mike's room to find him with a towel low on his waist, his hair wet and little water droplets on his back.

God you never can catch a break with Mike, he was so hot!

"Mikey, you-you look good." You say biting your lip. You smile when you hear him chuckle.

"Get your mind out of the gutter hun." He responds walking over to you.

"Speak for yourself Mr. Let's-forget-about-dinner-and-go-to-the-bedroom." You say with your arms crossed.

This time he laughs out loud. "Ok, you got me there. Let's go eat." He responds.

"Nuh uh! Not before I shower first. Abby already took a shower she should be out now getting dressed so yea, your welcome." You say getting undressed.

"Wow. It always takes me forever to get her to shower. I don't know what I'd do without you." He says admiring you in the crack of the bathroom door.

"You'd probably die." You respond laughing. You both laugh for a while when your in the shower.

You get out and get dressed. When you get outside the table is already set and Mike and Abby are sitting at the table waiting on you.

"Aww, a family dinner, how cute." You say with a wide smile on your face.

Mike stands up and gives you a long, compassionate kiss before being interrupted by an impatient and hungry Abby.

"Come on! Hurry up! You guys can kiss later!" She complains making a disgusted face.

You laugh and sit down. You all dig in as a family and eat dinner. God Mike wouldn't know what to do without you.

What did he do to deserve such a lovely person like you...

Taglist: @sinsandsweetness @writella @number1gal @versatilehater @murdrdocs @smutinlovealt @grixonsdoll

#mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt #mike schmidt fluff #mike schmidt x you

[mymelodymia]

Hii. Can you write something please where mike has a second younger sister she is older than Abby like 14 years and is allowed to go with mike to his work one day when Max babysits Abby because she wanted to know what he is doing and maybe help him with it but it ends Mike being alseep again and her getting bored and she looks around and Mike hears a screaming like in the movie with Abby only the reader is for real in danger and is scared and apologizes for running of later and Mike is able to protect her he manages to distract the animatronics and reader looks comfort in mike he will just be overly protective and comforting about her with hugging and stuff. Like Fluff and Angst please ^^. The reader is safe in the end as Mike and she doesn't understand what is happening why the animatronics can move and what they want but Mike protects her.

Dangerous things // Mike Schmidt x sister!reader

**not a ship**

Summary: you accidentally almost die 🫤

Warnings: blood, cupcake,

A/N: of course I can write about that love! You're actually the first FNAF reqs i've had, i had a liiittllee trouble writing this but, i tried my best and i like the way this came out.

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You were currently babysitting Abby because max was buzy, you mainly sat in the living room watching cartoons with her.

You were curious about what goes on at Mike's job. You asked him if you could tag along when he got home that morning. He said no, thinking it was dangerous.

You called max after he left, and drove to his work and snook around, you didn't know how he didn't see you on the cameras. You found him asleep in his office, so you decided to explore.

You found the "showtime" button, and pressed it. (Stupid) and upon seeing you, an adult, the Animatronics went into kill mode, cupcake jumped at you, bitting your leg.

You screamed in pain, freddy then picked you up and threw you, which didn't mess up cupcake.

The impact on the floor knocked the breath out of you. Foxy ran by and slit open your bicep, all the way to your shoulder. You tried to shake off cupcake, but failed. They continued torturing you.

"AAHHH! GET OFF, AGHH! NO!" you screamed at the top of your lungs, (somewhat like when mike was bitten by cupcake)

Meanwhile with Mike, he heard screaming in his dream and woke up quickly, he ran out to find who was screaming. And upon seeing you laying on your back with cupcake bitting the living shit out of your leg, sitting in a pool of blood.

"MIKE, HELP! AHH, MIKE!" You screamed as he ran in, freddy tried to kill him but mike got him with his tazer, and helped take care of most, but he couldn't get bonnie and Chika.

He helped you up and ran to his office, you fell to the floor. Mike was holding your wounds. You pointed at the screens. Mike ran over to see what it was.

It was Bonnie and chika, with cupcake. They let cupcake go into the vents, Mike blocked it with his back. He used all of his strength to not let cupcake get to you.

Cupcake Eventually left. Mike returned to you, who was laying flat on your back in a pool of your blood.

He moved you to his lap, your head resting on his thigh. He pet your hair softly, "im sorry mike" you said through tears. "Its okay, youre gonna be ok. Dont worry, i got you" he reassured you in a tight hug. "Dont worry, i got you. Ill protect you"

He slowly let you down, running quickly he ran and got supplies, and called Vanessa. (I ship them so hard)

She arrived while he was wrapping you up, he didn't even let her touch you for a while since you were both panicking.

She helped Mike wrap you up while he had you in his lap, supporting your upper body. He played with your hair while whispering words of comfort.

They got you to a hospital where you stayed for a few hours, before Mike got you home with a broken leg, but sadly he had to go back to work. When he returned home he saw you hadn't moved since he last saw you.

It was a pretty long recovery but, Mike and Abby helped you through it. They were both very supportive when you were recovering.

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A/N: i hope i didn't forget anything in this reqs. I hope you liked it ☺️

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#mike schmidt x sister reader #mike schmidt #mike schmidt fnaf #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt x you #sister reader #vanessa afton #fnaf movie #fnaf #comfort #x you fluff #mike schmidt fluff #abby schmidt #big brown eyes #big brother

[jealousjersey]

₊࿔*:･୧”too sweet”₊˚࿔*:･୧

pairing // mike schmidt x gn!reader fluff

mentions // purely fluff just some nice and sweet content, pet names, reader is overwhelmed and stressed with everything and mike uplifts you, y/n isn’t mentioned, reader in college, reader and mike are in a situationship, mentions of being cheated on by past shitty gender unspecified partner

1.4k wc

tags // mike schmidt x reader fluff, purely fluff fic, pet names, slight angst

authors note // yes this is inspired by too sweet by hozier i’ve played it 18 times today (still listening to it) also per request (ty anon) fluff

school is kicking your ass. the lectures are too long and not informative at all, although you’ve had exams all week, they never seem to contain the information you’re supposedly learning.

you don’t even live on campus so you constantly feel like you’re missing out on important events and information. it’s truly exhausting.

that is until you get home, you’ve been in a situationship with this security guard worker, mike. you’ve talked and had dates, even had sex a few times but it doesn’t suffice you. you were made to be a lover, but right now you’re just a piece of ass. you want mike to love you, well, right now it feels more than a need. you want to finally receive the love that you give.

once your classes are done, you leave campus. taking the subway back to your apartment, luckily you don’t live too far, but not close enough to walk. and instead of wasting gas on driving to and from school, so why not take the safer option and just take the train?

as you arrive at your apartment, you finally get to lay down on your bed. you feel a tear fall from your eyes but you’re not sure why. today wasn’t too bad…but your body’s reaction is telling you different. you check the time and wait-

it’s the 2 year anniversary of your ex cheating on you, well atleast it’s the anniversary of the day you found out. you check the date and you get flashbacks, flashbacks to you coming to surprise them at their house for your 1 year together.

you arrive with tickets to some indie concert in hand. but instead you were practically hit in the face with realization as you saw her. she looked…perfect. you still wonder how they ended up with her. but let’s face it, you knew there was signs. but you chose to ignore them.

as of now, you’re laying face down on your bed, basically crying at this point. your breath hitches as you just lay there, helpless. until suddenly

knock knock

“hey? anyone here?” you hear a familiar voice enter your house. it’s mike schmidt, the man you’ve been talking to for a few months. wait a second-

“how did you get in?” you question. you thought you locked the door but apparently not.

“oh, the door was halfway open. wanted to check to see if you were being robbed” he says as he gets a good look at you “shit are you okay?” he asks worried, staring at your puffy face, your swollen eyes as tears leak from them.

his worry makes you feel better. you’ve waited on somebody to actually care about how you were, not just ask without remorse in their eyes. but mike actually cares, and it feels good. it feels like he gives you a little sliver of comfort.

“yeah, i’m fine…schools kicking my ass and-” you cut yourself off, he’s just a fling, why does he get to know your personal problems? but something inside you just tells you to come clean. “2 years ago today i went through hell with my ex. he cheated and things went…down from there you could say.” you open up, not wanting to share anything that could bring back more deep memories- maybe mentioning the abuse would be too far.

“oh baby, i’m sorry. you need me here with you? i can get take out and we can watch one of your weird cartoons” he says. you chuckle. does he mean anime? you don’t even watch it that much, maybe he’s basing his suspicions on the death slayer poster in your room that you got because it looked cool. i mean, you only watched a episode or two. it might make you a poser but it looks good in your room so what’s the harm?

“yeah, take out sounds great. and we can just watch a movie or something.” you smile at his request, your eyes still puffy. mike notices this and sits next to you on your bed, bringing a hand to your cheek as he gently brushes a thumb over your eye bags, taking in the darkness.

“i’m gonna be right back, you want take out chinese food?” he asks with a smile as he presses a kiss onto your cheek. you slightly nod.

“gotta use your words baby” he teases you. “yes, chinese food is perfect” you smile “amazing, i’ll be back in 30. don’t fall asleep” he says as he points a finger in your direction and smiles softly

30 minutes pass, you just stay in your bed until he arrives, he walks in without knocking. “baby, i’m here” he yells, arms full with bags of chinese food. god, how much did he get?

you silently laugh to yourself at the site: mike with both hands carrying giant take out bags that say “thank you” with a smile face, his keys on his mouth and his pinky closing the door. it’s…really funny to be honest.

you snap out of your daze and run to help him, taking the bags out his hands and placing them on your kitchen island. you see him huff out a short breath, taking the keys out of his mouth and hanging them on the key holder.

you place a short kiss on his lips “thank you love” you say. a blush creeps onto his face. he wonders why he’s feeling so intense at your small gesture, i mean it’s not like you two are official….

you two get cuddled up on the couch together. he always said your couch is weird, two seats with a middle compartment in the center, dividing the chairs. he says it’s not ideal for cuddling but you make it work, the chairs aren’t small per say, but you can both fit on k it with ease, kicking up the leg so you can both lay comfortably.

you put on some movie that was recommended through the roku app. it doesn’t matter what movie it was, it just matters that you had mike with you.

soon enough he’s yawning, the mint aroma coming from his mouth isn’t bad. it’s kinda nice. before he could close his mouth fully you kiss him gently, wanting more of that mint taste. he returns the kiss, using the same pace you started.

as you let go, you ask the dreaded question. “do you want to be with me? romantically?” he stops and freezes before speaking. “honey, you’re too good for me- i..i’m not the best person. you’re full of love, i don’t want you to waste it on me, you’re too sweet for me.” he says. you look confused, you know you want to love him. why isn’t he accepting?

“but i want to be with you. i want to love you, and if im being honest i think i kind of already do.” you say after a moment.

“you…really?” he looks confused, almost baffled by your statement. do you really want to love him? like fully and truly?

“god yes mike, I try not to call but there’s some days that i really, really want to. i want to hear your voice, i want to hear you laugh. hell, i even want to smell your cologne. but i stop myself because i know you want something casual.” you blurt out.

“who said i wanted casual? baby i was waiting for you to say that. i think ive been in love with you since we first started talking. it sounds cheesy i know, but i really do.” he responds, making your heart flutter for a moment as you blink, suddenly feeling his breath against your ear.

“i only want you” he whispers, putting emphasis on only. immediately you blush more than ever in his presence. “really?” you can’t help but whisper back. is this really happening? are you about to have a boyfriend?

“really. you are the only person i ever want to be with. promise” he says as he puts his pinky out, asking for yours. sealing it with a pinky promise. he knows you’re serious about those so him doing this for you means a lot.

“you’re the only person i want to be with mike, has been that way since i think i first spoke to you. were so dumb” you laugh.

“yeah but we’re dumb together” he chuckles back as he holds you closer to him.

“so….are we dating or what?” you ask, popping your lips after “so”.

“let me ask you” he fixes his messy hair and uses a takeout napkin as a tie around his neck. “would you like to date me” he says sincerely, still a hint of laughing under his voice.

“fuck it, sure” you laugh as you bury yourself into his neck.

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[stevie-petey]

HIHIHIHII can i please request a blurb where bug jon steve and nancy have a sleepover or having fun together? and maybe the kids can be included?

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH AND UR WORK UGH MAKES ME WANNA CRY 😭🎀

of course ! n thank you for the compliment omg

enjoy <3

"dude, what if jonathan had become your brother or something?" mike asks dustin with disgust in his voice as he watches you and jonathan help arrange the picnic blanket. nancy helps steve with the platters of food you had so carefully prepared. it's the first day of spring and youd been adamant that you, all the teens, and the party have a small picnic in the park to get some fresh air.

"dude!" dustin hits his shoulder, entirely unamused. "dont remind me about that, it was a close call."

"at least he isnt dating your sister now." mike groans.

max slides next to him on the park bench. "who is dating who again?"

"nancy is with jonathan and y/n has some weird thing with steve going on." lucas explains, but even he doesnt quite understand a lot of it still, and he frowns. "although, for a while there we thought jonathan and y/n would get married while nancy was with steve."

"they were not going to get married." dustin shrieks, absolutely horrified by that idea.

"im confused." now max is the one that frowns. "so jonathan and y/n werent dating?"

"yes." dustin and mike say, while lucas and will say, "no."

"that wasnt an answer." el points out, slightly confused yet content to listen to the conversation.

maxs frown deepens, now completely confused about the relationships between all the teens. "none of you are helping."

suddenly you appear, steve following close behind, and you flick dustins ear. "if you guys are done gossiping about our love lives, im about to lay the cake out."

"ow!" your brother rubs his now sore ear. "whyd you flick me?"

"you were the closest." you shrug at him before glancing at max. "and to answer your question: no, i never dated jonathan."

"allegedly," steve whispers, winking at the kids, which causes them to laugh. when you turn to glare at him, he quickly shuts his mouth and gulps. "sorry?"

you roll your eyes at him and point towards the cake still in his car. "grab the dessert before i throw something at you."

"yes maam," he sighs, ducking his head down as he hurries over to the car to retrieve the cake.

the kids laugh again, this time at steves expense, and nancy and jonathan now join. when notice the laughter, nancy looks around and tries to understand what shes missed. "did something happen?"

dustin opens his mouth, but you quickly cover it in fear of what he may say. "nope, nothing. now, lets all just grab our food-"

a scream, followed by a thud of two bodies colliding, interrupts you.

everyone turns towards the source of the sound and find steve and jonathan, covered in cake, sprawled on the ground.

immediately the kids lose their minds laughing, dustin practically falls off of the bench as he hunches over in laughter. meanwhile, you and nancy rush over to the teens in concern yet slight amusement.

you stand over steve and jonathan, a smirk on your face. they look so fucking pathetic covered in cake. "now, boys. what did your mothers say about playing with your food?"

"not funny," jonathan grumbles, wiping cream out of his eyes before angrily pointing at steve. "someone decided to trip over a tree branch and take the other down with him."

"was it you?" nancy asks innocently, a glint in her eyes. you giggle at her quip while jonathan closes his eyes and sighs.

steve gives everyone a thumbs up, though its hard to tell due to his finger covered in a thick layer of cake. he sees this, thinks for a moment, and then brings his thumb to his mouth. "mmm, not bad, y/n. this a new recipe?"

you and nancy groan in unison while the kids all look at one another in varying states of disbelief. mike looks disappointed, dustin is ashamed, el is still giggling, and lucas just puts his face in his hands.

"seriously, im expected to believe that y/n saw something in those two?" max says out loud to no one in particular.

"nancy, too." mike sighs, now even more disappointed.

dustin drops his head down onto the picnic table and sighs as well. "i dont wanna talk about it."

#ask #anon #m speaks #come home blurb #m’s writing #set in between seasons 2 and 3 ! #steve n jon vs a cake: failed

[harufluff]

'oh god, not again' 이희승

warnings - suggestive, cursing

genre - gamer!heeseung x fem!reader

a/n -

yes i have another heeseung for you. please enjoy :))

'fuck were gonna loose.'

your boyfriend says, talking into his mike while he plays his game very focused.

'im gonna fucking loose? WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT YOU LITTLE SHIT.'

you giggle in the background while laying down on your shared bed with your boyfriend. he hears you and smiles to himself, not taking his eyes for the screen while he as quietly as he can types on the keys, trying incredibly hard to win the game.

'what was the sound in the background? oh its y/n. she's trying to sleep but im not really helping.'

the chat was going off. everyone knows who you are, its just a matter of how much. some of your boyfriends long time viewers knew almost everything about you, whether they or you liked it or not. but everyone who watched heeseung's lives knew that...

you are the love of his life. he talks non stop about you and sometimes if he's really lucky, you come on the live for a few minutes.

gosh now you were awake. you grabbed your phone to see the notification that ‘heeplaysgames has started their live stream!’.

you sigh as you get up from your laying down position, planning out in your head how you’re gonna get past heeseungs facecam without being seen.

‘y/n?? you getting up jagi?’

heeseung says sweetly looking at you who is off camera. you can imagine the comments and what people must be asking. “WHO IS THAT HEE” “IS THAT Y/N?!??!”.

a ding goes off from his computer seconds after he asked his question. heeseungs eyes move from you to the computer screen as you both hear the robot voice say,

‘hoonisbestwow donated $5!!’

then the voice continues,

‘hyung i want you to know that i will steal your girlfriend from you one day. she’s too pretty for you lmao’

you laugh in amusement. you know you’ll never leave heeseung and he knows that but sunghoon knows how to get on his nerves. it’s hard not to laugh at it every time.

‘fuck you sunghoon. you’ll never take her away from me’

he says, eyes now not moving from the screen. he continues what he was doing before.

‘i’m not an object you know’

you say in response to sunghoon and heeseung fighting over you. you always question how guys can be so ignorant when it comes to girls.

you finally decide to just do it and walk out of the room. heeseungs chat has seen you before so whatever…

‘wait y/n-‘

you hear heeseung say before you closed the door to your shared room. sometimes you wish you didn’t make the decision to move in with your boyfriend. late night screams were not all that great to fall asleep to.

you made your way to the kitchen, planning on making yourself some tea. you open the upper cabinet where the cups and glasses are to grab yourself two mugs.

you wanted to make this fast so your could get back to your room, but that’s when you realized the struggle you were about to face.

you couldn’t reach…

a minute passed of you deciding weather you wanted to just try and jump or weather you wanted to be smart and grab a stool. you didn’t the stupid choice and chose to jump to get the cups.

two arms came and wrapped around your waist before you were about to start jumping, stopping you from the attempt.

‘that’s a really stupid idea you know’

’‘yea yea i know. i just wanted two damn mugs though.‘

he laughed at your remark. you bluntness never seemed to make him laugh. together, you made your teas and started to head back to your room.

‘thank you, love.’

you hummed in approval as he quickly kissed your cheek and cutely sort of ran back to the room so his stream wouldn’t start questioning things.

the closed the door behind him and went to stand by his desk, this time you being visible on the facecam. the chat started going off

“HEESEUNG SHES SO PRETTY” “HOWD YOU GET HER” “#OUTOFYOURLEAGUE”

‘WHAT DO YOU MEAN HASHTAG OUT OF MY LEAGUE!?!?’

you giggled at the chats kind comments. you leaned down and pecked his lips for a little bit too long, showing the chat that he was off limits.

‘i am out of your leauge’

you said walking away from him. his expression changed into a surprised one before he said,

‘ok that’s it for today guys. i’ve got something to take care of…’

©️ Harufluff 2023 | Do not copy, repost, or claim any of my works.

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[athena-writes-i-guess]

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Prompt: “You have to pay a toll”

A/N: This was just something short and sweet I wanted to write. Clearly I have a thing about blanket forts.

“WHAT SAY YOU SIR DUSTIN??” Eddie yelled at the boy. He flinched and gulped as his eyes grew wide as Eddie slammed his hands down on the little makeshift table. “The princess is going to die, young adventurers, what are you going to do?” He posed to the rest of the Hellfire Club around him.

“I-uh- shit-” Dustin started, he was stumped. He looked around the group for any kind of advice or encouragement and only found anxious looks back.

“Eddie, I’m here!” You called as you opened the front door to the Munson trailer. You stopped short when you looked at the state of the living room.

A fond smile graced your face as you looked at the giant blanket fort in front of you. It took over the entire living room, made of different quilts and blankets from over the years, and a few you didn’t recognize that you assumed belonged to some of the other members.

Eddie’s head popped out of a break in the blankets closest to you with a large smile on his face. “Hey sweetheart! We still have like 30 more minutes cause Henderson-” he sent a pointed look behind him at where you assumed the boy was before looking back at you, “won’t make any decisions quickly today.” You heard a few of the boys chuckle inside the fort.

“Come on, it’s not just me! Mike’s taking forever too!” You heard Dustin yell.

“Hey!” You heard in response. You couldn’t help but join in the laughter with the rest of the group.

“Want to sit in with us?” Eddie asked, an excited smile on his face. He always loved when you would sit in on his Hellfire campaigns. He liked playing up his characters in front of you, stealing glances to see the awed look on your face.

“Of course, pretty boy.” You said softly as you dropped your bag by the door. You heard some of the boys teasing Eddie as you got to your knees to crawl in.

Eddie should have felt embarrassed by the teasing, but he didn’t. Not even a little. Of the things you called him, this was one of his favorites. Knowing that you thought he was attractive, pretty even, after being made fun of his whole life made him feel confident, desired.

“Shut up you little shits, at least I’ve got someone to call me pretty.” He shot back playfully at the group, ignoring the few “We have girlfriends!” from some of the freshman boys. “You have to pay a toll though sweets.” He said to you before you could crawl in.

“Oh? What’s the toll, Dungeon Master?” You smirked as you watched Eddie bite his lip lightly at the moniker. He loved when you called him that too. He just puckered his lips at you with pouty eyes. “Oh?” You asked with a large smile.

Eddie have an exaggerated sigh before, “I guess you don’t want to come into the fort.” You giggled lightly before grabbing him by the front of his Hellfire Club shirt and crashing your lips on his plush ones. You went to break the kiss after a few moments only for Eddie to snake one of his arms around your waist to keep you close. You smiled into the kiss as you leaned into the affection, the both of you ignoring the sounds of annoyance coming from inside the blankets as you melted into each other.

“Always as sweet as sugar.” Eddie hummed when he pulled away with a dopey, love-sick, smile on his face, one that you were sure was on your face as well. “Come on in, gorgeous.” He stated, lifting one of the blankets to let you into the fort.

You crawled in and sat yourself next to your boyfriend. You looked around the space to find a few folding tables laying on the ground so the group had a surface to play on and Christmas lights strung through for light. You waived to the boys as they all greeted you.

“Now where were we?” Eddie asked around the table, “Oh yeah, you all were letting a princess die.” He scoffed as the group groaned. He leaned into you one last time to place a quick kiss to the side of your face before turning on the group again. “WHAT SAY YOU HENDERSON?”

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❤️‍🔥" Please...I can make it up to you!" || Mike Schmidt x GN!AFAB! Reader

Contents: Whiny pathetic Mike, like seriously so pathetic, Sub! Mike, Gender neutral reader, reader has AFAB anatomy, impact play if you squint, choking, dacryphillia (kind of), degradation, reader receives oral, reader is really mean to Mike, cum in boxers, aftercare

Word count: 4013 Words

Summary: Reader confronts Mike about not being able to pay them, and he pleads with them to pay them a different way.

Smut under the cut !!! MINDORS DNI!!!

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It was quiet and dark in the house, the air still and cold. The only source of light in the entire house was coming from the silent T.V. which was playing a random sitcom. Laying down on the couch in front of the TV was Y/N, sound asleep and shivering slightly from the cold air. Their blanket had fallen onto the ground a while ago, leaving the poor thing shivering in their sleep. Soon enough the silence of the house was interrupted by the door slamming open.

Loud footsteps echoed through the house, and the sound of keys loudly hitting the table caused Y/N the jolt awake, head lifting from the couch cushions in pure confusion. "Hello??" They called out groggily, blinking a few times and looking at the dark figure standing in the kitchen. The figure muttered something that Y/N couldn't quite hear, causing them to sit up in an attempt to get a better look. "Mike?" They called out, their eyes slowly recognizing the shadowy figure that was standing in the kitchen.

"Yeah, it's me, Y/N.." Mike muttered softly, rubbing his temples and flicking a switch on in the kitchen, his figure now becoming illuminated by the yellowish light of the kitchen.

Y/N swiveled their head to look at the clock that was sitting on the side table. '4:17' "Why are you back so early? Don't you get off at six?" They asked, standing up and stretching slowly, fixing their shirt that had pulled up slightly. "You didn't get fired again, did you?" They asked, having genuine concern in their voice as they made their way over to him.

Mike shook his head, turning around and watching as Y/N made their way over to him. His eyes traced their body, admiring their figure...the way their hips swayed so gently with every step drove him just a little bit insane. He bit harshly on his bottom lip for a moment, drawing in a long, shaky breath. "No, I didn't get fired...I was just...sick of being there. " He tried to explain.

"Sick of being there? Michael..." they began, sounding disappointed, "You can't just leave your job in the middle of your shift simply because you're bored...it's that kind of behavior that will get you fired. " They spoke, standing close to the man, obviously annoyed with his excuse. "I mean seriously, you already can't afford to pay me. I can't imagine you can afford to be completely without a babysitter for Abby. "

Those words caused a bit of panic to spread throughout Mike's body, his eyes simply widening. "You- you wouldn't leave me, would you? " He asked, nervous that Y/Ns words weren't just an empty threat.

"Why should I stay? You can't pay me...and it seems as if you aren't even trying to keep this job. You act as if you're putting in so much effort...but where's the proof? You'd be in danger of getting evicted if you weren't living in your parent's house. Seriously Mike, you're so pathetic, it's annoying. "

Mike swallowed hard, wanting to retort, but he knew that what they were saying was true. He was pathetic. Why should they stay? They have so much potential, so why were they even bothering to stick around? It obviously wasn't because of anything that Michael brought to the table, so why even stay? The man grew close to tears, not wanting Y/N to leave him like all others had. The night guard had become attached to Abby's babysitter, and it was clear that they were one of his many, many weaknesses.

"See, you can't even say anything in return. It's pathetic - you're pathetic, Mike. I'm going home, call me when you can pay me. " Y/N said with a bit of disdain in their voice. They turned away from him, about to walk away before they felt a calloused hand tightly grip their wrist.

"D-don't leave me...please?" Mike whispered, looking up at Y/N through teary eyes, his lips turned downwards in a pout. "I promise I'll be better, I promise!" He whined out, desperation of some kind lacing each one of his words. Once Y/N had turned to face him again, he sunk to his knees, hands clasping together in front of his chest. "please, Y/N, I can make it up to you!" He pleaded, tears threatening to spill past the threshold.

Y/N sighed and watched as Mike sunk to his knees in front of them. Their breath got caught in their throat for a moment as the view in front of them was truly delectable. Such a weak and pathetic man, on his knees, whimpering and pleading for them to show him any mercy, on the verge of actual tears, all because of them. They released the breath they were holding, staring down at him, making sure that their face remained still and showed no sign of emotion. "make it up to me? How could you possibly make it up to me? Hmm? You're weak, Mike. You're practically a bug beneath my boot at this point, and here you are, begging me to not squish you. Tell me, why shouldn't I step on you, crush you beneath my boot?"

A shiver was sent down Mike's spine at Y/Ns mean, calloused words. As harsh as they were, it made him feel...good to be called weak by someone so powerful. "I-I don't know...all I know is that I can make it up to you! " He cried out, breath heavy with desperation. "Please...I can make it up to you.." he begged them. Soon enough he blinked, causing tears to roll down his cheeks, which made a smirk form on Y/N's face.

" Ugh, fine. You're so annoying, you know that?" They spat, scoffing at his pathetic words and actions. One hand grabbed his chin harshly, angling his face upwards, "If you want to please me so bad, then you'll listen to every word I have to say, understood? Not once will you disobey me, not a single muscle out of line, got it?" They spoke with a dangerous tone, eyes filled with something equally as dangerous.

The brunette was now shaking, bottom lip quivering as tears continued to spill from his glossy eyes. "I-I understand! Just please...let me make it up to you.." he whined out, inching closer to the person towering above him. He placed his hands on their hips, thumbs resting right in the dips, yet his actions were met with a slap to the face.

"Did I say that you could touch me? " Y/N asked, smirking at the sight of a red mark left on the man's face. Mike instantly retracted his hands, rubbing his cheek with one hand, obviously surprised by the sudden harsh action. "And that was me being nice...you pathetic little.." they trailed off, hand tangling itself in his hair. They tugged harshly on the curly brown locks, giving a scoff as the man rolled his eyes back at the feeling. "you're so desperate, it's disgusting."

Mike's lips parted slightly as his head was tugged backward, face turning a deep red. He felt so embarrassed and humiliated, but god if that wasn't turning him on. He squirmed uncomfortably on the ground, feeling his pants grow a little too tight. His tongue darted out, glossy spit coating his lips, making him look like such a pathetic little whore. "M'sorry" he mumbled out, chest tensing slightly.

He was becoming so desperate for any form of friction that he bucked his hips against nothing, eliciting a mocking laugh from Y/N. "Desperate little slut, seriously it's sickening how desperate you've become, I haven't even touched you yet. Not that you deserve to be touched by me. " They spoke harshly, pulling his head back once again before letting go of his hair. "I'm not even sure if you deserve to touch me...maybe I should just make you watch. " A cocky smirk spread across their face as Mike gave a desperate little plea, his eyes generating more tears.

"Oh please, I'll be your good boy, please just let me touch you!" He sobbed out, more pathetic little tears falling from his eyes. Their hand on his chin traveled down, soft fingers harshly wrapping around his neck and squeezing the sides, eliciting an erotic and truly pathetic moan from the man on his knees. A little bit of drool slipped past his lips, mixing with the tears on his neck. "please.." he panted out, staring up at Y/N with glossy eyes.

Y/N thought about it for a moment, licking their bottom lip in thought before they shrugged. " I mean...I guess I can use your pathetic self for my pleasure...your mouth can't be entirely useless, right?"

Mike nodded his head feverishly, hands balling up into fists desperately. He craved to feel their skin, to run his hands up and down their body, caress everything he could. He needed to be useful to them, to be used by them. He would do anything for them as long as it meant he was making them feel good. All he wanted was to be the only one to make them feel good. He whined softly as their hand left his neck, missing the tight grasp. "C'mon, whore. " They purred, dragging him up off the floor by his hair, making him whine out.

They walked over to the couch, Mike following behind like a lost puppy, eager to follow whatever commands came out of their mouth. They laid down on the couch, head against one of the armrests as they slowly signaled for Mike to come to them. Mike, who was admittedly a little too excited, stumbled over his own two feet as he made his way to the couch, crawling on top of Y/N, shuddering as their hand wrapped around his neck once again. "good boy...looks like you do know how to follow directions.." they whispered before they pulled him close, pressing their lips against his.

The kiss was desperate and full of fiery passion, from both sides. Mike was whimpering and moaning into the kiss, holding himself up with his hands, which he was frustrated by. He so badly wanted to just let his hands roam their body, but he couldn't. Mike had fallen so deep in the kiss that he began grinding his hips against Y/N's, the friction causing him to give out shaky and breathless moans into the kiss. Their grip on his neck tightened a bit as they pulled away from the kiss, anger evident on their face. "just as I was praising you for being such a good boy...you have to turn around and disobey me? It's like you don't even want to touch me..."

Mike's hips stuttered to a stop, eyes watering once again. "No no no! I didn't mean it...I promise I didn't mean it! Please let me touch you... please! I can make you feel so good, Y/N please..." He begged out breathlessly, eyes full of desperation.

"Oh my god, shut up. " They hissed at him, shoving his head down their body, so that soon he was nestled between their legs, just a few layers of fabric keeping him from what he so desperately needed. "you are so fucking annoying, seriously. All you do is whine and beg..like god, could you be any more of a desperate, pathetic whore? This is your last chance. Prove that your mouth is useful for something other than whining like a little bitch, and maybe, just maybe, I'll let you cum tonight. " They sneered, letting go of his head.

The security guard gulped, nodding silently, afraid that any more talking would lead to him being left to solve his issue by himself. He began to fumble with their pants, struggling with their button for a moment, which elicited an annoyed whine from him before he finally got their pants undone.

His fingers hooked under both waistbands and pulled them down, shimmying them off their legs and tossing them somewhere into the house. Once again he nestled himself between their legs, an eager whine escaping his lips once he locked eyes with their cunt, wet with desire.

"Holy...fuck.." he whined out, licking his lips as he took in the sight. His hands gripped at their thighs, pulling their arousal close to his face. He licked a stripe from their hole up to their sensitive bundle of nerves, letting out a breathy moan at the taste. "Been keeping this from me..for so long..." He muttered softly, letting his mouth dip back down, once again meeting with their sensitive clit.

His tongue swirled around the nub, pulling soft moans out of their mouth, which their hand promptly covered. They knew Abby was dead asleep but still didn't want to risk it. His tongue flicked up and down, mouth beginning to gently suck on their clit. Their free hand traveled down and became tangled in his messy, curly hair, pushing him further against their needy cunt. He moaned in content, bringing a hand up and quickly replacing his tongue with the rough pad of his thumb, rubbing in quick and rough circles.

His mouth traveled down their wet slit, prodding at their entrance for a moment before sliding inside, causing Y/N to tug roughly at his hair, hips bucking up against his face. They began to grind against his face as he ate them out like they were his very last meal, the foul sounds his mouth was making mixing with the muffled moans of Y/N, who was already on the verge of cumming, but they wanted to make Mike work a little more for it.

He moves back up, mouth once again pressing gentle yet sloppy kisses to their clit, hand traveling down as he pressed two fingers to their entrance. He slipped his fingers into them, feeling his pants tighten just a little bit more once he felt them wrapped around his fingers. Without hesitation, Mike began to thrust and curl his fingers deep inside Y/N, reveling in the delicious wet sounds their desperate pussy made. Their moans only got louder, causing them to bite down on their hand, thighs beginning to tremble. "please, Y/N...cum for me.." he begged, wanting his fingers to be coated in their juices.

After a few more thrusts of his fingers, Y/Ns mouth fell agape, silent screams falling from their lips as their back arched off the couch, simply coming undone on his fingers. They were shaking, breathing heavily, and shaky. The smile he made when they finally came for him was precious, he looked so proud of himself for being able to make someone like Y/N cum that hard. He made sure to fuck them thoroughly through their orgasm, pulling his fingers out when they were done riding out their high. Without hesitation he brought his fingers to his lips and licked them clean, shuddering that the taste of their cum against his tongue.

He looked up at them expectantly, after all, he had been a very good boy for them and showed that his mouth was useful for something other than whining and complaining. His big brown eyes were clouded over with lust, teeth capturing his bottom lip. His hands went to rest on their thighs, just wanting to massage their soft skin. Y/N looked down at him and just gave a soft smile, hand starting to mess with his hair. "you look like you want something, pretty boy. Well cmon, use your words, tell me what you want. " They spoke softly, in a very teasing manner.

"Please, I need to cum. My pants are so tight...it hurts!" He whined out, his eyes glossing over with tears once again.

"god, you are so whiny..." They muttered softly, hand sliding down and cupping his face gently. "But you did show me that your mouth can be..very very useful. I guess that means...you can cum. " They spoke softly, shaking their head in disbelief at how desperate he still was. "you really are nothing but a little whore, huh?" They asked with amusement.

"M'your desperate little whore.." he whispered out, his pathetic brown eyes staring up at them, bringing his bottom lip between his teeth once again.

"Pants off, c'mon. " They muttered softly as they sat up, looking at him. Mike scrambled to stand up, heavy hands messing with his belt buckle before he finally managed to slip his pants down around his ankles, and now Y/N could get a good look at him. There was a small damp spot on his boxers from where the head of his cock leaked precum, and a triumphant smirk spread across their face at the sight of the outline of his cock. It was straining against the light fabric of his boxers, desperate to be free. Mike looked at them, his eyes asking for permission to remove his boxers, but all he was met with was a shake of their head. "No, I'm going to make you cum all over the inside of your boxers, feel grateful I at least had the courtesy to let you take your pants off. "

He whimpered, his eyes watering once again, god he was so whiny and pathetic. "i-i can't fuck you?" He asked, sadly tilting his head to the side, bottom lip jutting out in a pout.

Y/N laughed harshly, shaking their head in disbelief. "Do you seriously think that you've earned that? Do you think that you've been good enough? It's good to know you're pathetic and dumb. " They spoke, a devilish glint in their eyes. "now apologize for asking such a stupid question." They commanded, their gaze making it clear that if he didn't apologize, they would just leave him like that.

Mike shifted his weight, giving a soft, high-pitched whine of annoyance. He knew deep down that he didn't deserve it, but god part of him still hoped that maybe, just maybe, they would feel a small amount of pity for him. But no, they were ruthless, denying him of burying himself deep in their pussy. He stomped his foot a little bit, watching as Y/N raised a brow, an amused laugh escaping their lips. "fine then, I'll just leave. " They said, standing up, and giving him a dangerous look.

As soon as Y/N stood up, Mike panicked, "No no no.. M'sorry! I'm sorry for asking such a stupid question...please, I need you.." he gasped out, his cock twitching in his boxers. "I promise I'll be good for you...please. " he squirmed uncomfortably under their gaze, eyes watching closely as they sunk back down onto the couch.

"Fine. C'mere. " They said, annoyance lacing their voice as they leaned up against the armrest, spreading their legs so Mike could sit between them. He sat down, leaning his back against their chest, wiggling around for a second trying to get comfortable. "Knock that off. " They growled into his ear, smacking his thigh.

Instantly, he stilled his movements, hands grabbing at the fabric of his shirt. Y/N's hands trailed down his sides, lightly teasing the bare skin, nails leaving faint marks on his side. His breathing hitched, eyes watching intensely as their hands made their way down to his cloaked cock. Their thumb slipped under the waistband of the checkered fabric, pulling on it gently before letting go. He gave a little whine before quickly quieting himself, not wanting to lose the chance to cum that he was about to get.

Y/N's hand slid further down, soon cupping the outline of his hardened cock, making him draw in a sharp breath. They gently squeezed, Mike taking his bottom lip between his teeth to quiet himself. Slowly, they began to rub his bulge through the soft fabric of his boxers, occasionally squeezing. Soft whines began to fall from Mike's lips, which only prompted him to bite his lip harder. " Y/N...can you go faster, please?" he asked so quietly that they could barely hear what he said.

The cocky smirk on their face widened at the soft plead, "I'm sorry, what was that? You need to speak up...tell me what you want me to do to you like a good boy would. " They said mockingly.

"Oh god please Y/N please please please go faster...it feels so good but I need it to be faster, please..." A particularly rough squeeze pulled a harsh gasp from his throat, hips bucking up into their hand. "I-I I'm sorry, I just need you so bad, Y/N..." He quickly apologized for bucking his hips, which made Y/N smile proudly.

"Such a good boy, you already know that that was wrong...Well, because you're being so good, I guess I'll speed up." Y/N said softly as they began to rub his bulge faster, applying more pressure. As they continued to get him off through his boxers, one of Mike's hands shot up to mute his moans which were growing in volume. 

After a bit his moans got higher-pitched and his breathing increased in pace, stomach tightening and thighs trembling. "can I cum?" he asked in a pathetic little whine, head tilting back as his eyes tightly screwed shut. 

"Yeah, you stupid little slut, you can cum. Go on, make a mess in your boxers like the pathetic little whore you are. "

With that final command, Mike let out a muffled yelp as he came undone in his boxers, thick ropes of cum painting the inside of the checkered print, a wet spot forming on the outside. He panted heavily, his entire body shaking. "Thank you...oh god thank you..." he whispered, leaning against them and just absorbing their warmth. 

Y/N smiled softly and kissed the top of Mike's head, their demeanor changing completely. "You're welcome, sweetheart," they spoke softly, rubbing his thigh gently. "Let's go get you cleaned up, and those boxers in the wash, that shit can stain like no one's business." They said with a joking smile, standing up and extending their hand. He grabbed it and stood up, with their help, his legs shaking softly from having just come moments ago.

He looked at them with a slightly perplexed look, "You aren't just going to leave?" He asked softly, following them to the bathroom that was down the hall. 

Y/N paused and turned, looking at Mike with some concern in their expression. "Of course not, Mike. Look I know I was mean during all of that, but it seemed that you enjoyed it. But that ended, and I can't just leave you in that headspace. I genuinely care about you, and I want to show you that by cleaning you up, getting you some water, and making sure you get all the aftercare you need, after all, aftercare is the most important step when it comes to sex, especially rough sex. Now come on, let's get you all leaned up, okay?"

Mike smiled, looking at them with a grateful expression on his face, "That sounds good, yeah." he spoke as he followed him the rest of the way to the bathroom. When they finally got to the bathroom, he stopped and grabbed their hand. "Hey, Y/N, can I kiss you?" he asked, his voice a little shaky, as he was scared that they would decline his simple wish. 

They smiled and cupped his face with one hand, rubbing his cheek with their thumb, "Of course, baby," they said with a smile before leaning in and gently connecting their lips. 

The kiss was like nothing Mike had ever experienced before. It was soft and gently, with genuine care behind it. Y/N's lips were soft and fit perfectly against his own. After he pulled away he couldn't help but explode into a joyous smile, " Thank you for that, Y/N" he said as he nuzzled into their hand that was cupping his cheek. 

"You're welcome, Mike. You're so very welcome. Now, let's get you cleaned up before that all dries down and it becomes difficult to get off. " 

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