#fives x you smut
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Bad Habits
Summary: You can try to break your bad habits all you want but somehow you always end up here, with Fives.
Pairing: Fives x AFAB!Reader
Warnings/Tags: 18+ *MINORS DNI*, This is pretty much just pure smut (PiV, oral, face-fucking, fingering), Soft dom!Fives, Dom/Sub dynamics, Mention of safeword, Language, Drinking/Alcohol use, Toxic dynamics/Controlling behavior, Fluff ending, Brief appearence by Crosshair
Word Count: 5000
A/N: “Bad Habits” by Ed Sheeran has lodged itself in my brain and it won’t leave. So, like Fives, I’ve decided to make my problems into everyone else’s problems.
Almost no actual song references. Just a smutty lil piece about being addicted to another human. Also, I h/c that Fives likes control. It helps him push back against the fear and the feeling that the rest of the galaxy views him as just a number. Likes, comments, reblogs and feedback are always so appreciated!
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My bad habits lead to you...
It’s late and you’re buzzing. You’ve had a few drinks, sure, but it’s not just the alcohol. It’s a combination of everything that has your heart racing and a feeling of possibility tingling just beneath the surface of your skin. There’s the neon lights, the thud of the bass, the din of the crowd gathered at 79’s tonight, and, most intriguing of all, the company of the handsome, mysterious man who has just settled into the bar-seat next to you.
“Crosshair.”
The striking man smirks at you as he throws back a shot of sticky, brown liquor. You watch as he swallows it without flinching. His eyes quickly flick back to you, returning your hungry look as they drift over your figure. You’re leaning against the bar and wrapped in a low-cut black dress with a hem that sits just below the swell of your rear. You look fantastic and you know it.
“Nice to meet you, Crosshair.” You tilt your body towards him, arching your back just a little as you say his name. His attention falls to your cleavage, as you intend.
“The pleasure is mine,” He assures you.
His silky voice licks at your ear and you wonder what else that tongue can do. Crosshair’s eyes travel back up to meet yours and they’re nothing but deadly. This man wants to eat you alive and you just might let him.
“Excuse me, ma’am.”
You internally groan at the voice over your shoulder. Even in a sea of clones, you know who it is without turning around.
“Yes, Fives?” You lock eyes with Crosshair’s deep brown ones, hoping that maybe Fives will take a hint and fuck off.
“The Captain is lookin’ for you.”
“Rex is looking for me? Right now?” The disbelief in your voice is palpable.
“Yep. Says it’s urgent.”
You know he’s lying. You know it. Even as the civilian medic for the 501st, there’s no convincible reason that Rex could need you right now. Not to mention that, when you left the Torrent Company’s table to strike out on your own with the explicit purpose of talking to anyone but Fives, Rex had his face buried in the tits of that beautiful bounty hunter he’s seeing. So, all of that to say that you know for a fact that Rex isn’t looking for you. You know that what you should do is tell Fives to go to hell and bother someone else. But you can’t resist the bait. You never can.
You turn to Fives. He sees his moment and captures it. He clasps your upper arm in a gloved grip before he tugs at you and leads you towards the door. You don’t even have time to say a word to your new friend. You throw an apologetic look over your shoulder at Crosshair, hoping it’s sorry enough that he might wait for you to shake off this pest of an ARC trooper and come back to the bar. His glare at your companion is murderous and you have no doubt that, if Crosshair had a weapon, Fives would be a dead man.
With his typical disregard for danger, Fives doesn’t even glance back as he leads you out of the club. He takes you just around the corner to the alleyway. Using his wide, armor-clad form, he backs you into the durasteel wall and cages you there. He presses his gloves against the building, one hand on either side of your head. He stares at you like he has something to say but, even as you wait a beat, no words come. You’re impatient. The night is cool and the durasteel that you’re leaning against is icy on your spine. Your thoughts are still with the attractive man at the bar. This isn’t a game you want to play tonight.
“Funny I don’t see Rex around here.” You cross your arms, trying your best to appear stern. “What do you want, Fives?”
Either he doesn’t hear you or he ignores the question. He’s frowning over your shoulder like he’s suddenly unable to meet your eyes.
“Him? Really?”
He’s pouting, you realize. You hate to admit it but it’s a cute look on him. You and Fives do this dance every time you’re planetside. You’ve been regularly sleeping together for a few months now. The first time was an accident. The two of you had ended up closing down the bar together and, as the poor, besieged bartender kicked you both out into the slowly brightening dawn, you launched yourselves together and practically tore each other apart in this very alleyway. Now, your nights out all ended the same way, entangled in Fives as you both heaved heavy, blissed out breaths. Recently, you realized you were falling for the man and that wouldn’t do. So you started to look elsewhere, desperate to break your bad habit before it broke you.
Still, you always ended up here.
“What’s wrong with my new friend, Crosshair?” You say, the taunt in your voice intentional.
Even though he’s still not looking at you, you feel yourself leaning into his wide frame already. Hells, it’s like he’s magnetized.
“Dunno,” Fives shrugs, finally dropping his stare back down to meet yours. Your breath hitches as his amber eyes lock onto you. “I guess nothing if scrawny and sulking is your type.”
You scoff, his wild assessment of Crosshair giving you reprieve from his spell.
“I don’t see any better offers.” You raise an eyebrow at Fives.
“I’ve got one.” His hands fall to your low waist. He tugs, pulling himself closer to you as he tilts your lower half up into him. “You look beautiful tonight, ya know?”
“We can’t keep doing this, Fives.” You sigh but, the more he speaks, the more you find yourself entranced by his full lips. The sudden increase in closeness sends ripples of electricity pulsing through your body, betraying you in its anticipation.
“That’s not a no…” His response is cheeky and hopeful. He grips your hip a little tighter, making small circles in the fabric of your dress with his thumb.
“I…”
Every time, you swear it’s the last. You tell yourself you’ll go home with someone new. You think maybe you’ll meet someone who will take you to dinner and ask you out in the light of day. But, despite your best efforts, somehow your nights always go like this, staring up at Fives and finding yourself pulled in once again.
He can see it too. Fives is an exceptional recon scout and he knows how to read you like a holomap. He always has. It’s part of what makes this so addictive. What makes him so addictive.
“Let me take care of you, mesh’la.” He leans in closer.
“Fives,” you whisper as his lips ghost over yours.
You try to think of another reason to protest but your mind is empty and your throat has gone dry. Suddenly, old habits feel easy and you can’t remember why you wanted to break them to begin with. You can see how his breath hitches in his throat. He’s waiting for permission. He’s waiting on you.
Your permission comes in the form of a slight lunge forward into his lips as you give in to your desire. As soon as you make your decision, he meets you there. Your arms wrap their way around his neck and one hand gently tugs at his close-cropped curls. His teeth nip at your lower lip, begging entrance. You surrender to him, like you always do. You’re already breathless as his tongue intertwines with yours. Your dress rides up as Fives presses himself against you, his knee finding its way between your legs. The pressure against your most sensitive area makes you grind into him before you even realize what you’re doing. His mouth travels down your neck, leaving wet, hot marks along your sensitive skin. Fives finds your ear, heavy breath bating against you as he whispers.
“I’m going to make you feel so much better than he ever could. I promise.”
You moan. You know it’s true. That’s how you always end up here.
A few more hushed words and hurried kisses later, you and Fives do that intertwined, stumbling dance back to your place. It’s one that you choreographed together and then performed time and time again. He knows the code to your apartment, which he types in with one hand while the other is wrapped all the way around your back, weaving through the openings in your dress so that the tips of his fingers are brushing against the sensitive skin under your breast.
As you tumble forward through your apartment and into your bedroom, the mood switches. He pulls himself off of you. Fives circles, shutting the blast door behind you both and closing out the world. It’s only the two of you now. Though you feel empty without his warm skin pressed to yours, you don’t follow after him. Instead, you stand still, knowing what comes next. He sits himself at the edge of the foot of the bed, elbows resting on his knees. His glinting eyes meet yours.
“Safeword?” He checks in like he always does.
“Tatooine.” You respond without hesitation.
“Good girl.” Fives bits his lower lip as he leans back onto his palms. “Undress for me.”
You reach for the zipper along the side of the dress. You clasp the cool metal of the pull tab between your fingertips and peel the teeth apart one by one. The fabric falls off of your form, caressing your skin before it piles on the floor around your ankles. Fives is a man under a spell. His jaw hangs just a bit as he watches. Then, suddenly, it snaps shut. He’s realized something.
“No underwear? In that dress?” His voice is torn between a groan and a whine. “Fuck mesh’la. You’re trying to kill me.”
“It wasn’t for you.”
It’s true. The panty lines were ruining the look of the dress so you had decided to take the risk and forego them for the night. Although it was for the sake of the outfit, you say it just like that to bait him. A flash of anger crosses his face.
“I should have taken you right at the bar.” Fives snaps. “Show that sniper exactly who you belong to.”
It’s your turn to bite your lip, the thought sending a shudder of pleasure down your spine.
“Oh you like that, don’t you?” He knows what desire looks like on you.
“Yes,” you admit. The idea of Fives taking you anywhere he wants has you panting before him and you feel your cunt clench at the pooling emptiness, hungry and ready for attention.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good girl.” He’s grinning at you. “Touch yourself. Play with your nipples.”
You bring a hand up to your breast and his smile fades in an instant. He watches under hooded eyelids as you begin to roll and tweak one nipple and then the other. Desire roils your blood and you let out a small moan at your own teasing. His jaw is taut as he watches you.
“Who are you thinking about?” Fives’ tone is back to being calm and even. Only the low rumble behind his voice lets you know how close he is to shattering this facade.
“You, sir.” It’s true. You can’t wait for him to get his hands on you.
“That’s right, mesh’la. Come ‘ere.”
You make your way to him, doing your best not to rush. He spreads his legs so you can stand in between his muscular thighs.
“Take my armor off.”
Fives reaches up, dragging his gloved fingertips across your bare skin until he reaches your shoulders. He flattens his palms against you and gently applies pressure. Under his restrained touch, you sink to your knees between his legs before you begin to reach for his armor. You know the latches by heart. Piece by piece, you strip him and carefully pile the armor beside you on the floor. This isn’t hurried. You treasure this armor. It keeps him safe and brings him back to you, even if this is all you can get of him. You push the thought away, trying to focus on the toned, handsome man being revealed before you. It works. As you remove his codpiece, his hard length appears as a tent in his bodysuit. Your mouth waters and you swallow at the sight. You reach to stroke him through the fabric.
“No, no.” Fives captures your wrist, quickly twisting your joint so he can pin your hand to the bedsheets. The motion catches you by surprise but it doesn’t hurt. “Did I say you could touch me yet?”
You whine. Now that you’ve seen a teasing promise of his cock, the steady, diligent worker you were moments ago has disappeared. You want to feel him and this is taking entirely too long. Desire courses through you, sending sparks to your core. You need heat, you need friction, you need Fives. He can see the defiance flailing in your eyes as you get ready to object to his pace. Keeping your wrist pinned, Fives lifts his free hand to your face. He runs a single knuckle along your jaw.
“Patience, cyar’ika. Keep working on my armor.” Fives orders before he releases your hand.
You still want to protest but you don’t dare. The brattier you are, the longer it will be before you get what you need. So you turn dutifully back to your job. Fives looms over you as you peel off his shin plates. You can see him from the corner of your eye, watching you like a sparring partner. His expression is dark and his eyes have bloomed black in the center. He raises a hand to your breasts. They are swinging heavy from your chest as you work. One finger traces along your areola, making the skin pearl as he draws small circles in your sensitive skin. He mirrors your movements from earlier, tweaking and twisting at your nipple. Each touch sends more flutters of heat to flood your core. Your fingers start to tremble and you begin to fumble at latches that you could undo blindfolded. He turns his attention to your other breast, pinching that nipple just a bit harder, searching for the line where pain and pleasure blur. You gasp at his ministrations, keening into him, and Fives smiles a knowing smile, one that says he found what he was looking for.
Despite the distractions, you finish stripping the armor from his legs and then turn your attention to his shirt and his gloves, leaving him in only his lower body glove. You start to reach for the waist but your eyes meet his and he gives you a stern look. You drop your hands to your knees and you wait, never taking your eyes off of his. Fives’ eyes are dancing slivers of amber surrounding inky black orbs. No matter how far you get into the scene, they never lose their mirth. You see desire burning in them as well. He’s teasing himself as much as he’s teasing you. Finally, Fives cracks and pulls himself from the fabric, revealing his long, thick member. He strokes himself, pressing his fingertips along the rigid vein that runs under his shaft, as he stares down at you. He teases the swollen head and smears the bead of precum that has formed on the end. You lick your lips as you watch him. He cracks a smile at that.
“You want to touch me?”
“Yes, sir.” You nod, your eyes locked on his hard cock.
“Good girl.” Fives rasps. “Go ahead.”
He leans back again. It’s your turn to take the lead and you're going to savor every moment of it. You start at his neck, dragging your fingertips downward. You run your nails across his skin, trailing them across his stomach with just enough pressure to leave the lightest of darkened lines. There will be plenty of time to leave lasting marks later. This is just to tease him. You may be subordinate in the scene but you know you still have the power to turn him to putty.
Finally, you reach his groin. As you trail your hands along his inner thighs, you lower your open mouth to his cock. You feel him tense as you place his weeping tip on your tongue. You savor the salty, slightly tangy taste as you start tracing careful circles around his tip, teasing him. He gasps and you savor that too. He runs his fingers along your hair, wrapping his grip in your locks. You lick a long line on the underside of his member, drawing along the vein. He shudders as you finally take him fully in your mouth. You jerk on his cock as you suck, one hand twisting at his base while you hollow out your cheeks and your tongue glides around his shaft.
“My good girl.” He repeats, his voice rumbling now. His grip on your hair becomes tight.
You relax your jaw and take him further, gagging yourself just a bit so you can swallow him. Your fingers dance their way to his balls, scraping across his sensitive skin. You pull more moans from him while you squeeze and tug his heavy sacs. Without warning, he pulls his cock from your mouth.
“I’m going to fuck your face.“ He says and it’s not a request. He’s leaning down to lock eyes with you now. “What’s our signal if it’s too much?”
You place your hands on his legs before you tap three times on his left thigh with two fingers.
“And if you’re okay?”
You take two fingers and tap twice on his right thigh. Fives smiles at you, proud and hungry, before his look goes dark.
“Open up.” He takes two fingers and taps on your cheek, an unspoken reminder of his check-in signal.
His cock slides back into your mouth. There’s a moment where the world is still and then that stillness is shattered. He thrusts into you without mercy, groaning and sighing. You relax your jaw as best you can but his pace is unrelenting. Tears start to form in your eyes. His other hand wraps around your neck as he pumps himself into your mouth. The pressure is gentle, just enough so he can feel his cock expanding your throat. He removes his hand for a second to tap twice on your cheek. You tap twice on his right thigh. He trusts you and so he returns his hand to your throat as he begins thrusting harder. His cock sinks deeper into your throat, blocking your airway and pulling choking sounds from your stunted breaths. The tears are spilling from your eyes now and spit dribbles down your chin. His rapid grunts let you know he’s close. You’re ready for him, begging him to spill down your throat, needing him to become undone.
Instead, he stops his thrusting, tugging you off of him. His chest is heaving as he lifts you to your feet. Without warning, his hand is between your legs. Fives gathers up the slick that has dripped down your thigh with his fingers before he runs a single fingertip along your slit. He thrusts the one finger inside you. You let out a small gasp at the unexpected and almost unbearably pleasant intrusion. You twist on his single finger, needing more. He’s ready to give it.
“My turn.” He pulls his hand from between your legs and brings it to your lips.
You open your mouth and clean his fingers, the taste of both of you mixing on your tongue. He pulls his fingers from your mouth and kisses you hard before his next order.
“On the bed. Hands and knees.”
You follow his directions, presenting for him. You hear him groan and mutter under his breath at the view. Your heart races in anticipation.
Smack-smack.
He lays a hand on one cheek and then the other. He repeats it until your soft skin is darkened and you are thrusting your hips back at him, aching for him to touch your center.
Finally, you feel his hot breath glazing over your skin. You sigh and he hums happily in response, dropping his mask in the moment of excitement. His tongue meets your lower lips, dancing in long lines against your opening. He gently traces your cunt, pulling sighs from you. Teasing you. He continues his slow and steady path, alternating gentle, pointed licks with lavish sucking, first on one lip and then the other. You whimper. Still, he takes his time, savoring your taste as if your desperation makes it even sweeter. The word he’s waiting for finally slips from your mouth.
“Please.”
“Please, what princess?” You can hear the smirk that you know he’s wearing.
“Please, sir. I need more.” You whine.
Fives chuckles.
“How can I say no to you?”
He flattens his tongue against your slit and begins to lick in a frenzy, sending heat curling up your spine. His tongue travels from your clit to your frenulum and then back again, his facial hair an added sensation as it prickles your skin. He delves into your cunt. His tongue pressing against your inner walls. Your chest falls to the bed, pushing your hips back against him as you keen at his overwhelming attention. He pulls another moan from you, though it’s half-stifled by the sheets you’ve buried your face in. Two fingers find your clit as he begins to thrust his tongue into you. He’s already got you writhing with his teasing and, before long, he works you right to the edge. Without hesitation, he sends you toppling over it, shaking and crying out.
You clamp down as you cum, thrusting back into him. He meets you hungrily, drinking up everything you give him. Your hips slump as you come down. He feels you start to relax. You move away from him just slightly, creating the smallest bit of space between the two of you.
“No,” Fives orders and reaches a hand up to your stomach, holding you in place and pulling you back into him again with his firm grip. “I’m not done with you yet.”
He flips you on to your back, angling himself above you, and pushing your legs up into your stomach. With a devious wink, Fives dives right back into your cunt. You cry out, still sensitive from your last orgasm. You writhe under his relentlessness but he holds you tight. His tongue finds your swollen mound as a single finger enters you. His fiery eyes are locked on yours now as he thrusts it in and out of you. You’re whimpering from the relief of finally having him inside you. He adds another finger, working you up again. He sucks your clit into his mouth, teasing it slowly and steadily. It’s a sharp contrast from the force with which he stretches you with his hand but he knows you. He knows how to work you up without overstimulation. And he also knows you can take more. He adds a third finger. The stretch is almost painful, especially in your state, but Fives fucks you through it, opening you and curving his fingers so they find that spot inside of you that makes your eyes roll back. Your world goes white as he pulls another orgasm from you.
He lets you relax this time. Your limbs fall numb to the mattress like they belong to someone else. He climbs off of the bed so he can strip his lower half. You watch him through foggy eyes, admiring his broad, handsome form in your moment of bliss. He climbs back into bed next to you, laying into your side. His touch is gentle as he brings a palm to your cheek. The curtain falls for a moment and you glimpse Fives, the man you’re falling for. The sweet desire in his eyes is unlike the joking impish glint that usually lives there. You know that most don’t get to see it and you feel lucky to have a glimpse, even for a second. It’s addicting, these moments.
“You ready?” He asks, checking in with you again, as he draws his thumb across your lower lip. You can tell that, beneath the practiced patience, he’s teetering on that precipice of passion.
You nod, sucking his thumb into your mouth, wanting to throw him over that edge.
“My good girl.” He growls. “I’m going to fucking ruin you.”
And he does. He guides you back to your hands and knees. His member slots against your entrance as you brace yourself on your forearms. In the next moment, he sinks to the hilt, his cock reaching your deepest center. You keen back into him with a moan that borders on a cry. He pulls back before he sinks in again. Repeating the motion, he thrusts into you over and over, his cock dragging along your walls as his balls bounced off the back of your thighs. He’s grunting as he thrusts, muttering more to himself than you.
“Fuck yeah, mesh’la. You feel like fucking heaven. Osik, this is my pussy. Mine.”
Fives wraps an arm around your front, pulling you up to his chest so he can thrust up into you. His cock reaches new depths. His other hand snakes down to your center, where he starts to draw circles around your clit. You’re babbling as he rolls his hips home again and again. The angle of his hips and the friction on your most sensitive area sends you over the edge for a third time. It shocks the both of you. He slows his hips as you clamp down again.
As you come down from your high, Fives pulls from you. You should be tired but you want more. You’ll always want more of him. You whine at the emptiness. His lips meet your neck in a small gesture or reassurance. He brings you back down to the bed, twisting you onto your back. He settles his weight onto his left forearm, which lays next to your head and cages you with his chest. His right hand reaches down and clasps your knee, pulling it up to his hip so he can still reach the depths of you.
You both moan in unison as he slides home again. His hips send waves of pleasure into you as he starts thrusting again. His lips find yours as he hungrily kisses you. His head then falls to your neck. He’s leaving marks now and you know you should yell at him before he leaves one you can’t hide with your jumpsuit but you can’t bring yourself to care. You want to be his, bad habit or not.
“Give me one more.” Fives is beginning to stutter his hips. His words come through gritted teeth as he holds himself back, demanding one more peak from you before he lets himself tumble over the edge. “Cum for me, my good girl.”
Your whines become high pitched sobs. Your head is still spinning from the other orgasms but somehow, he reaches down between your bodies to find your swollen clit. With rapid circles, he coaxes come more out of you. Your walls convulse around him as you scream out his name. Fives thrusts for a final time, finishing deep within you.
You both collapse on the bed, his weight falling onto yours. After a beat, he quickly rolls off of you, pulling his softening cock from you and guiding you around so that he can hold you, face to face and pressed to his chest. There’s a moment where your heart flutters and you think about pushing away but you’re too exhausted to protest. Instead, you tuck your nose into his neck and let him stroke your hair until both of your breathing slows.
When it finally does, Fives slips from the bed for a moment. You hear the sink run in your fresher. When he comes back, Fives has a damp towel with him. He sponges your lower half as he lays gentle kisses on your skin. You’re sore in the best way, wriggling just a little under his touch. You’ll definitely feel him tomorrow. Tomorrow. The thought makes you frown. That’s why you didn’t want to do this. So you wouldn’t have to miss him tomorrow. That’s why this is a bad habit that you need to break. Nausea sets in.
Fives, unaware of the struggle waging inside you, tosses the used towel to the side before he climbs back into bed. He pulls your sheet around you both. He wraps his arms around you and molds himself to your form. His heat, which you craved so desperately only minutes ago, suddenly feels suffocating.
“Should you be going?” You pull yourself away from him. No need to get comfortable in arms you can’t stay in.
Fives isn’t having any of it though. He gathers you back into his chest.
“No drills in the morning. Rex canceled everything until the afternoon.” He mumbles into your shoulder as he presses his lips to your skin. Then, he pauses for a moment before he adds, “Let’s go get breakfast at Dex’s.”
“Sure,” You snort.
“I mean it, cyar’ika.” He separates from you just enough for you to be able to see his face. You peer at his features, expecting to see some of his spritely humor. You expect to find the punchline. Instead, he wears only an earnest smile. “Let me take you out.”
“You’re serious?” You’re still skeptical but you feel yourself melting into him.
“Aren’t I always?” He winks before he plants a kiss on your forehead.
As you fall asleep in Fives’ arms, you’re smiling. You never could kick your bad habits but maybe they were leading you to where you were supposed to be.
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BEAUTIFUL THING
mike schmidt x f!reader
word count; 2,573
warnings; smut, no plot, just porn :D
summary; there was nothing in the world she wanted more than mike schmidt. but what were the chances he'd ever make a move on her?
She wanted Mike Schmidt.
Don’t get her wrong, she absolutely adored Abby, she was sweet, funny, and overall not a hard kid to take care of. But she knew all too well what her intentions were when she agreed to take up the babysitting job— how could she say no when he looked at her like that with those big, deep brown eyes?
It was another late night spent at the Schmidt house— Mike had just gotten himself a new job with unholy hours, some late night security gig he had no choice but to take. Her mouth opened in a yawn and through her bleary vision, she blinked down to the watch on her wrist.
4:30 AM. Mike wouldn’t be back for another hour and a half or so.
She sighed and threw her head back against the cushions, staring absentmindedly at the television as some old cartoon played, audio soft and muffled. She wasn’t sure why she even bothered trying to stay up for Mike— she’d been babysitting for him for months, (without pay, might she add) and still, neither he nor she had made any moves. She wasn’t even sure if he ever even intended to make a move on her.
But she was just so certain that he felt at least some sort of attraction towards her. She could see it in the way he looked at her, how his eyes would absentmindedly trail down her body against his better judgment, how he’d pull the inside of his bottom lip between his teeth while he did. She could see it in the way his body would react when she came too close, like when she gave him a handshake or playfully shoved his shoulder.
It was the same way she reacted when he was close.
Surely it couldn’t all be for nothing?
Her eyelids were falling heavy against her eyes and she slowly slumped further into the cushions of the couch, hands tightening around the blanket around her body. Sleep was so close that she could reach out and feel it, and she would’ve slipped into the arms of slumber if it hadn’t been for the opening and closing of the front door.
She grumbled and furrowed her brows down at her watch.
4:35 AM. Mike wasn’t supposed to be home yet.
At the notion, she jolted and snapped her head towards the entrance, her heart thrumming against her chest as she prepared herself for the sight of a total stranger, ready to make a run straight for Abby’s room. She blinked and narrowed her eyes at the dark silhouette of the figure as it hung its coat on the rack bolted on the wall.
“Sorry. S’ just me.”
She knew that voice. It was a voice she always dreamed about, a voice belonging to someone she’d seen practically everyday.
“Mike?” Her voice came out rough, having not spoken for hours, not since Abby had gone to bed. “What are you doing home so early?” She asked as she pushed herself further up the sofa while Mike made his way towards the recliner, wiping a hand down his face before plopping down into the seat. She could only make out his face through the light from the television but even then, she could sense something was off.
Mike tapped his fingers against the armrest of the recliner, “I… I just… needed to leave… I guess,” he replied and she frowned, scooting to the far side of the couch closest to him. “Is… is everything alright?” She questioned, unsure whether or not he needed consoling. Mike leaned further back into his seat and let his eyelids flutter closed, inhaling deep through his nostrils.
“Just… is Abby asleep?” He finally asked after a moment and she nodded, humming. “She went down earlier than usual. Actually managed to get her to eat something,” she replied, her lips curving into a smile but quickly faltering again when she realized Mike wasn’t going to reciprocate. He looked almost… distraught.
Worrying her bottom lip between her teeth, she pondered her options. She’d known Mike for some time but even then, she still knew little to nothing about him. He slept a lot, that was for sure. And he loved his little sister and was trying so hard to be exactly the type of person she needed. But she knew nothing about him, Mike Schmidt himself. She didn’t know what he did in his free time, what he liked to eat, if he had hobbies, nothing.
Hell, she’d spent so much time fantasizing about him and filling in all the holes herself, she hardly even acknowledged that he could be somebody entirely else. She didn’t know the first thing about him.
But she could learn to try.
She leaned forward, a steady hand warily finding his on the armrest of the recliner and she flinched when Mike snapped his eyelids open, looking between her and their touching hands. Their gazes surged into one another and she made no moves, as if seeking any sign that she should stop.
Mike’s heart thrummed so hard inside his chest, it was a miracle that she couldn’t hear it. She looked at him as if she were asking permission— permission to what, he hadn’t even the slightest clue. But in spite of the voices inside of his head telling him he shouldn’t, that he shouldn’t let her, that he was wrong for her, he did. How could he say no when she looked at him like that, as if he were the most beautiful thing she’d ever laid eyes upon?
His silence gave her the confidence to let her fingers creep further down to the back of his hand, flipping it around until they rested against the heel of his palm. Slowly, she soothed the tips of her fingers up his palm until they fell between the cracks of his, letting her digits curl around his knuckles. Mike shuddered at the touch and let his own fingers press down against hers and he watched as she raised their intertwined hands to her mouth, their gazes molded together as she pressed her lips against his skin. His lips trembled as they fell open and he narrowed his eyes, clinging onto the last bit of restraint he had left.
“You can relax with me, Mike,” she whispered against his skin, pressing another soft kiss to the knuckle of his ring finger. “You don’t have to worry while I’m around.”
Mike pressed his lips back together and fought back the urge to groan at her words, his eyes wandering from their hands, down her arm, to her chest where it pressed against the edge of the sofa. His breath shuddered when he exhaled and the rubber band stretched inside of him finally released and with it, the last of his restraint.
Fuck it, he thought. It’s been long enough.
Mike tugged her closer by the hand and her lids widened, a squeal slipping from her lips, in which he was swift to eat right up, pressing his mouth against hers. With his hand not intertwined with hers, he gripped her hip, working his way up to her waist to squeeze. The sound she made was muffled inside their admittedly messy kiss and he pulled her even closer, her knees having nowhere to go but on the outside of his thighs.
Mike groaned and pulled away to catch his breath as her hips ground down against his, already feeling frustrated with the growing erection in his jeans. He blinked up at the woman on top of him, her arms thrown over his shoulders, her chest heaving as she chased air back into her lungs. She stared down at him with hazy irises, still bleary from lack of sleep.
“Sorry,” Mike finally managed to breathe out, his palms resting on either of her thighs. “Probably a little much, wasn’t it?”
He watched as the corners of her lips curved into a grin and she chuckled breathlessly, shaking her head. “Not enough,” she tittered as she surged her lips back into his, one of her hands on his shoulders slithering their way into his mess of dark tendrils, fingers curling and tugging at his roots. He hissed inside her mouth and dug his fingernails into her skin, a whimper falling from her lips, allowing him to take control of the situation.
He pressed himself forward and reached for the end of her t-shirt and she briefly broke away to allow the fabric up and over her head, her own fingers already working at the buckle of his belt. Mike leaned forward to pepper kisses all across the tops of her breasts and she threw her head back as he took over in undoing his belt, ripping it from his loops and throwing open the button and zipper of his jeans.
She clambered off of him as he raised his hips to tug his pants and boxers down just enough to allow his erection to spring free of its restraints, feeling her stomach do a somersault at the sight as she stripped herself of her own shorts and panties. Mike fought the urge to wrap his hands around his cock as she reached behind her back to undo the clasps of her bra and time seemed to slow as the straps fell from her shoulders, the lave toppling to the floor altogether.
He swore he could feel his mouth water and never before this moment had he wanted something, or someone, more. He blinked up at her, following her gaze down to his lap and at his erection that stood tall, waiting for her, dripping with pre-cum.
Mike cocked an eyebrow, “you just gonna stand there or you gonna take it?” He asked, voice low and husky and fuck, she thought she’d drop dead right then and there. Still, this was a dangerous game they were playing. “What about Abby?” She whispered, glancing towards the hallway where Abby’s room was. “What if she wakes up?”
Mike pressed his lips together and bucked his hips, raising a leg to softly give her calf a kick. “You can be quiet, right?” He murmured in question and she felt herself clench from his voice alone. Here Mike Schmidt was, cock out and erect, all because of her. This was something she had only dreamed of— never did she think that this would become reality.
Mike cocked his eyebrow again and she shook herself from her thoughts, taking his hand as he guided her back onto his lap. Her body shuddered and her bones rattled as she began to sink herself down, jolting when the tip brushed against her cunt, teeth sinking down into the plush of her bottom lip to contain her sounds.
“It’s okay,” Mike whispered. “I got you.”
Her eyes about rolled in the back of her head at that as his hands kneaded at the flesh of either of her hips, guiding her further down his length, making sure to go agonizingly slow to ensure she felt every single fucking inch of cock inside of her. Tears brimmed the outskirts of her eyelids as she finally sat still on his lap, filled to the brim with cock. Mike let her head fall down against the curve of his shoulder, burying her nose into the crook of his neck as she allowed time to adjust to his size, simultaneously trying to keep her sounds to a minimum.
“You’re so tight,” Mike’s breath shuddered in her ear and his voice made goosebumps litter her skin, his fingertips like the icy breath of a ghost against her back. “You think you can handle moving now?” He asked in a whisper against the shell of her ear and she nodded, letting him grab her thighs and push her further up his cock until just the head remained. She cried against his neck when he sank her all the way back down his length, the lewd noise of their wet skin slapping together making her clench around him. “Fff… uuck,” he dragged his curse out as he snapped his hips up against her.
“Shit!” She gasped as he thrusted again and again and again. And she let him. She let him use her in whatever way he pleased.
“Gonna be good for me?” He muttered next to her ear. “Gonna let me take care of you, hm?” She nodded, bobbing her head up and down against his shoulder as he snapped his hips up to hers again and again, daring the coil inside her belly to snap. “Think you can handle it?” He asked again and she nodded once more, crying and biting down on his collar. “Yes!” She cried, fortunately muffled against his skin.
So Mike thrusted again, harder and harder, chasing that high, that release he so desperately needed. He could tell she was close— it’d probably been so long since she’d been stuffed by cock like this. She’d probably been waiting for this moment just as long as he has.
With the pad of his thumb, he pressed down against her aching bud and Mike could feel a fresh new set of tears soak his skin as she cried, bucking her hips into his touch. His thrusts were as sloppy as they were powerful and she wasn’t sure how much more she could take.
“Mmm… Mike… I’m… I’m gonna…” she hardly managed to stutter out, slowly feeling the coil inside her stomach as it began to unravel.
“Yeah?” Mike said, his other hand wrapped around her neck and pushing her forehead down against his, gazing up at her closed eyelids. He rolled his head against hers, “look at me,” he breathed out and watched as she slowly fluttered her lids back open, just as more fat tears beaded down her cheeks. The sight was enough to get him to teeter on the edge himself.
“Gonna come?” He asked and she nodded, sweat-slicked forehead lolling against his. He nodded too, already feeling her release around him as she spawned around his cock, relying solely on him and his body to keep herself up. She buried her face in the crook of his neck again as she whined and cried, Mike’s thrusts speeding up as he gave himself that final push he needed to send himself reeling, spiraling and shaking with the force of his release.
“Fuck,” he growled into the skin just below her ear, squeezing his eyelids shut tighter as he willed himself to keep his sounds on the low, for the sake of his little sister sleeping just in the other room.
Silence fell over Mike and the babysitter for a good, long moment as they both recovered from their highs, chasing air back into their lungs as the realization of what they had just done began to sink in. Mike should be mortified— she was his sister’s babysitter, he doesn’t have time for this, she doesn’t deserve him, he shouldn't have done this.
But the woman in his lap settled herself closer into him, nuzzling her nose against the crook of his neck, her lips like a crescent moon against his skin as she placed a soft kiss to his flesh there.
“I hope you’re okay, Mike,” she whispered and he threw his head back, an arm thrown around her body as he stared up at the ceiling. How could he push her away now?
a/n; so yeah!!! i watched fnaf on friday and it kinda sorta just brought back my whole josh hutcherson phase so enjoy!! this was just a quick little something i wrote up and there's like no plot at all and not proofread LMAO
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Michael Goes Feral After Unlocking His Breeding Kink
Pairing: Michael Afton x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, breeding kink, leg lock, creampie, feral!Michael Afton
A/N: I have a headache so I didn't get to write the other things I wanted to for today but I did manage to get this done.
It was an accident you swear it, you just wanted to feel Michael closer, deeper, you wanted to hold him against you, feel his chest against yours, feel his body on top of you, get that last kiss in before he had to leave for work. So you pulled him closer, you locked your legs around him just as he was about to come.
You didn't think about the fact that he wasn't wearing a condom, or that you'll have to go to the drug store after this, you only wanted Michael's cock deep inside you.
But the moment you prevented him from pulling out there was a change in him. First a brief hesitation as he let himself sink back in, his throat bobbing at the implications of the act and what it would mean if he were to get you pregnant. Next was the wonderful image of it, your big belly, feeling the baby kick, getting to name it with you, getting to become a dad, making you a mother. "Wanna have a kid?" He blurted out, smirking to himself before you got to reply to him.
"You... mean that? But Michael, you just started your job. It's be bad if... ah... are you even listening to me?" All the while you kept talking he didn't stop his hips once, "We gott-aah... think abou-t... mmn... can't think..." It was hard to, with him constantly reminding you of how full you were.
"Fine, okay. But at least let me come inside you, please I wanna come inside your cunt." When Michael starts swearing you know how horny he is. "Really need this tonight babe." He grunted, his hands grabbing your thighs and keeping them locked around himself, "I'll fill you up good tonight okay? It's what you want right?"
You could see the little bits of doubt on his face and decided to kiss them away, "Want you close. If you want to... yes, you can do it inside. Give me your cock, cum, you... can do what you want."
What started as a little quickie before work just as easily turned into Michael hammering his hard cock into you with brute force only he possessed, watching his cum spill out of you, "No, no, no, no. Inside, that stays inside, you told me to fill you up, that's what I'll do, I won't let you down. I promise sweetheart." He was getting almost frantic, "You're gonna be so... perfect... when I put a baby into you, fuck you full of my seed." Michael quickly fell in love with that idea, shooting another hot, sticky white strings of cum into your womb.
He kept doing this night after night after night before he went to work, even if you took the after pill it didn't matter to him. As long as he got to leave with you dripping full of his cum then his job for the day was done. To think that all you needed to do to unlock that feral side of him was to lock your legs around him, how funny.
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A Different Kind of Compensation.
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part two!
pairing: mike schmidt x fem!reader
prompt: you’ve been babysitting abby for mike nearly three months now. he constantly apologizes for not paying you yet, you constantly tell him it doesn't bother you. one night he comes back from his shift at freddy’s and has a different idea on how to compensate you for all of your hard work.
warnings: 18+, oral (fem receiving), vaginal fingering (kinda???), munch!mike.
word count: this was supposed to be a short dirty work that somehow turned into a 2.2k monster. told you i love to ramble.
authors note: remember when i said i might write smut if i was just so moved by an ask? well turns out my very first ask moved me. y'all are nasty, i love it. mike, of course, is a munch because why would he be anything else? i never, with a capital N, write smut so please bear with me if it sucks. i hope whoever requested this loves it! i wrote it instead of finishing my scientific article for bio so it better be decent hehe.
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The sound of the front door opening followed by heavy footsteps woke you up from where you were dozing off on the couch. You gazed at the clock on the side table near you and sure enough, 6:10 blinked back at you. Mike was finally home. You heard him shuffling around in the kitchen, most likely shedding his work vest and hanging his keys on the little hook by the door.
You yawned, trying to rub the sleep out of your eyes as you sat up on the couch. The blanket you used to cover yourself falling to pool around your waist. Mike finally made his way to the living room, sitting on the couch with a soft grunt.
“Hey,” he said quietly, his voice rough from lack of use. “Abby eat anything?”
“Yeah, a little,” You mutter back through a barely concealed yawn, head lolling to rest on the back of the couch. “You know how she is.”
He hums in acknowledgement but stays silent apart from that, keeping his gaze trained on the infomercial playing on TV. A comfortable silence settles over the two of you. You sit up even further on the couch, leaning against the arm rest facing Mike. The blue/green hue of the TV bathed him in light, his hair was unruly with curls sticking out at awkward angles. He had deep bags under his eyes. Just as you thought about getting up to take off, he spoke up again.
“I promise I’ll get you the money,” he says softly, not taking his eyes off the TV, “I…I just need some time.”
You scoff in mock annoyance, crossing your arms in front of your chest. “Mike, you know I don’t care about the money. I don’t mind doing this for you.” You reply, nudging his knee with your foot softly then just leaving it perched on his lap.
Mike finally turns to look at you, there's a strange look on his face that you can’t quite place, but you give him a small smile all the same. He stares at you for a few beats, you can practically see the gears turning in his head.
“You deserve something,” he whispers, his brows furrowed in frustration. “You do so much for me, it’s only fair.” As he speaks, he slowly moves his hand off the couch to your ankle still resting on his thigh, he starts rubbing slow circles over the skin there. His eyes never left yours as he touched you, a very obvious question in them. Asking if you wanted this.
Heat instantly rushed to your belly, cheeks turning a light shade of red at his touch. You’d always thought Mike was attractive, but you never would have imagined he’d want to be anything more than friends. Since he was already so busy with taking care of Abby and his hellish new job.
You swallow once before speaking, your throat feeling dry all of a sudden. “What are you suggesting?” You ask so softly, wondering if he even heard you. Mikes’ fingers stop in favor of trailing his hand up your calf in a featherlight touch, disappearing under the blanket to seek out more of your soft skin. Your heart is beating so fast you think you might die, the sound of it echoing in your ears loudly.
Mike's big brown eyes stare into yours with a newfound intensity, visibly shocked that you're reacting so viscerally to his touch, his pupils are blown to hell. Chocolate brown being swallowed by black. His tongue coming out to sweep over his top lip.
“How about you,” he says slowly, scooting closer to you on the small couch. He crowds into your personal space like he belongs there. Mike’s lips inches away from yours. He smells like old leather and dust from being cramped in the security office at Freddy’s. Your chest heaves as your eyes flit back and forth from his eyes to his lips. Seconds drag by like hours as you painstakingly wait for him to finish his sentence. “Stay right there while I make you feel good.” He finally says, his breath fanning over your face hotly. You can’t even speak, afraid of how desperate you might sound, just nodding your head roughly, not looking away from his hungry gaze.
Mike’s hand runs up your leg quickly after you give him the green-light, slipping further under the blanket and higher up your leg until he reaches his destination. He rubs you gently through your shorts, your breath hitches sharply at what should be just a simple touch, but you’re still so worked up from earlier that it feels ten times more extreme. You grasp the blanket still strewn over your lap tightly in your fists, it's the only thing keeping you from seeing Mike’s hand at work between your legs.
Mike reacts to touching you for the first time like he can feel it too. His breath stutters out of his chest, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of your already wet folds through your thin cotton sleeping shorts. “Fuck.” He breathes out quietly, so quietly you doubt he even meant to say it out loud. He opens his eyes again, breathing slightly rougher as he stares at you through his arousal induced haze and heavy eyelids.
Seeing your face must spur him on because he starts rubbing with more fervor than before, his clever fingers applying more pressure making you moan softly. You cut yourself off quickly, eyes darting down the hall to Abby's bedroom door. It's still closed, there's no light leaking through the crack between it and the floor.
"Shit, Mike." You whine quietly.
Mike groans softly at the sound of his name leaving your lips, body trembling slightly with the feeling. Suddenly he wrenches his hand out from under the blanket, and rips it off your lap frantically. You gasp sharply at the cool air breaking through the bubble of warmth the blanket provided, involuntarily closing your legs.
Mike pushes up from his position on the couch next to you, knee walking over so he's kneeling in-front of your clenched thighs. You're still slightly sprawled across the cushions, leaning on the arm of the couch.
"Do you know how crazy you make me?" He asks roughly, putting both his hands on your still closed knees. It takes a second for your brain to catch up to answer him, after a few moments you finally manage a faint shake of your head.
"No?" He asks, tilting his head to the left slightly. "Let me show you then."
Mike grabs your wrist, tugging you closer to him, and leads your hand down into his lap. Your breath catches in your throat when he places your hand directly over his clothed erection, but it gets drowned out by Mike's louder whine thanks to you touching him for the first time. You drag your eyes downward, his dark grey sweatpants leave little to the imagination. He got more worked up touching you than you first thought, if the wet patch forming near the tip of his hard-on was anything to go by.
As soon as you started to rub him with purpose, Mike grabbed your wrist, halting your efforts. "No," He said breathlessly, practically panting. "No, this is for you tonight. Just wanna focus on you."
He let go of your wrist, turning his head in your direction. Both of you failed to realize how close you'd gotten when he dragged you to him. Your noses practically touch when he turns, catching you both off guard. His eyes travel down to your lips, staring at how red and puffy they'd gotten from you biting them to muffle your moans.
"How sweet of you, Mike." You whisper, leaning in just a tad closer. He lets out a guttural groan and closes the distance between your lips, claiming your mouth with his own. He leans forward, gently guiding you to lay back on the couch. His body completely covering yours as the two of you makeout, his arms on either side of your head and his hips slotting against yours, letting you feel the hard length of his cock against your cunt. You moan into his mouth, your hips bucking up to meet his.
Mike breaks the kiss with a whine, trying to muffle the noise by shoving his face in your neck. You bring your hands up to tangle in his curly hair, yanking it roughly as he starts littering kisses all along your collarbones. Nipping and sucking in-between his gasping little moans as you twist and pull his hair in your grip.
He tears his mouth away to stare up at you through his lashes, his lips are swollen and red. “Please,” He gasps out, his hips unconsciously grinding down into your thigh. “Let me eat you out. Please. Tell me I can, say I can.” He babbles, hips rutting faster every second you don’t answer him.
“Yes.” You exclaim as quietly as possible. “Do it, Mike. Eat me out.”
Mike’s whole body shudders at your words, eyes falling closed for a second before he quickly slides down your body, leaving an odd kiss here and there as he goes. He brings his hands up to grip the waistband of your shorts, pausing to take a single steadying breath, then he tugs them down along with your panties and tosses them aside. He stares down at you in awe for a good few moments before he lays on his stomach, right in front of your dripping cunt.
Mike kisses along the inside of your thighs for a bit, licking everywhere but where you want him to the most. “Thank you.” he mutters, tone way too earnest for the situation at hand but you don’t have much time to think about it before he’s diving face first into your thighs.
“Fuck!” You let your voice get way too loud in the quiet atmosphere of the house, but you can’t help it. You didn’t think Mike had lots of experience because of some late night drunken talks before, but he was either lying or holding out. He works his tongue expertly along every inch of you. Every swirl, flick, or suck has you catapulting to the edge way faster than you’d imagined.
It doesn't help that Mike keeps letting out these noises. Small needy whines or deep guttural groans that you can feel. He’s moaning like he’s the one getting head, unashamed and authentic. It’s so fucking sexy.
“Shit Mike, I’m close. I’m so close.” You whisper too quietly for him to hear with his head trapped between your thighs, but it doesn’t matter. Mike brings his thumb up to lightly circle your clit as he laps against your entrance, and you're gone.
Your thighs shake as you release, grabbing on Mike’s hair for dear life as you go through the most intense orgasm ever. He moans into your cunt, working you through the aftershocks. He laves his tongue along you until the overstimulation gets to be too much and you drag his face away by his hair.
He sits up, the bottom half of his face covered in spit and slick. That visual alone is almost enough to get you ready for round two. It’s silent except for the heavy breathing coming from you both.
After he catches his breath, Mike retrieves the blanket from behind his back somewhere to cover the lower half of your body. Your thighs are still shaking as he lays next to you, it’s a tight squeeze but neither of you seem to mind. He kisses the side of your face sweetly, throwing his arm around your waist to pull you in even closer.
You finally regain enough conscience to speak. “Are you sure you don’t want to get off?” You ask, “I mean I can’t feel my legs but I’m sure we could think of something.” Mike only laughs quietly, shaking his head. “Maybe next time, this was about you.” He said, beginning to rub his fingers back and forth on your hip. “Plus I, uh, I already sort of…” He trails off, a flush forming on his cheeks.
It took you a second to realize what he was saying, but when it clicked you couldn’t help the small giggle that escaped your mouth. You lifted up the blanket covering the two of you, and sure enough Mike had an impressive wet patch seeping through his sweats.
He pinches your hip lightly, offended by your giggling. “Don’t laugh at me,” He complains with a smile, yanking the blanket back up. “I couldn’t help it.”
You stifle another laugh to the best of your ability, though your shoulders still shake ever so slightly. You turn your head to press a kiss to his lips. It’s different from the previous kisses you shared tonight. It’s slower and softer, full of a new emotion that you both feel, but know that it can wait to be talked about later. For now you’re both just basking in the afterglow.
You break the kiss first, pulling back only slightly to lean your forehead against his. You both smile at each other for a second.
“Okay,” You give in, brushing a strand of sweaty hair away from his face. “But believe that tomorrow is all about you.”
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INTERVIEW 014
with. mike schmidt
includes. visual filming + auditory recording, GN!reader (mentions of lingerie but no explicit anatomy), begging, facials, oral (f and m receiving)
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mike schmidt has a thing for filming.
he’s obsessed with you, sometimes spending time in silence admiring you because he can’t really believe that you’re his. he’s a bit of a loser (affectionate) and an outcast (self afflicted), so he thinks you’re out of his lead. which is why he likes to document your time together as much as he can.
he has a couple of old cameras, just a little under a decade older. they work perfectly fine though, and he always has to take a picture of you with his polaroid or film you for just a few seconds whenever you’re together.
most of the documented content is innocent. you dancing around the kitchen while you help prepare dinner for the three of you (abby is singing in the back of that one). you standing in front of the mirror fixing the final touches on your dallas cowboy cheerleader costume with an infectious grin on your face. you mumbling in your sleep while your head rests on mikes chest.
but a solid amount of the content is mature, hidden away on discs and polaroids and cassettes in a closed box tucked away in a messy corner of his closet.
this content is audio recordings of you begging for mike, your voice high and breathy. he remembers that night, your hands in his hair that was slightly too long at that point. he was between your legs, his mouth just inches away from where you were trying to get him. it felt good for him to have the upper hand in that moment, a cocky smile on his face as he started to bask in the newfound power. it was one of the first times he realized how much he affected you, and he instantly wanted to record it. what the two of you ended up producing was fifteen minutes of you pleading and moaning and borderline sobbing as mike got you off with his tongue.
there’s a few discs, labeled with the date in either of your handwriting (mikes borderline scrawl and your neater script), housing content of mike fucking you slow, thrusts long and deep. he’s usually the one holding the camera, lenses at you as you’re on your knees with pretty doe eyes or above him bouncing and grinding with your eyes pinched closed. there’s some times, though, when you take the camera from him, met with nearly no resistance because these are the hours where he’s limp to your delicious torture. when he’s so wound up that just the first few licks from you has his grip loosening around the object, allowing you turn the lens on him, capturing his rosy cheeks and curly hair sticking to his forehead and his brown eyes watching your every move.
then there’s the polaroids, the only evidence that frequently makes voyages outside of the old shoe box whenever you’re apart. he has pictures of you with your hands over your face, but a smile clear beneath your palms. these were the ones taken first, before you’d gotten into the videos and cassettes. you were shy then, only giving the camera glimpses of your new lingerie set, which was usually the incentive for mike pulling the camera out in the first place. there’s pictures from when you’d gotten more confident, there’s photos of you post-sex, a loopy lopsided smile on your face, arms thrown over the parts that mattered but you were bare otherwise.
then there’s the ones that are completely debauched. the ones he hesitates to take out in fear that he’ll leave them lying around somewhere. his favorite of the small bunch is of you sitting on his bed, legs spread and bent at the knee, palms pressed into the mattress behind you. your pose itself is almost innocent, a grin on your face as you stare at the camera. you’re clothed too, for the most part, wearing underwear that covers what needs to be covered. but it’s the white spurts that paint your skin that makes this particular picture so raunchy. along your chest, in the center of your underwear, and — his favorite spot — all over your pretty little face, breaching into the baby hairs around your face.
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happiest day
pairing: mike schmidt x reader
summary: when you least expect it, mike surprises you with a confession
warnings: 18+ MDNI, established relationship, hint of angst, smut, unprotected piv, creampie, mentions of rough sex, requited feelings
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Mike tells you he loves you for the first time the way no one ever should. Balls deep, while he's cumming inside you.
It tumbles out, a quiet moan at first, then a louder realization that takes both of you by surprise. His hips slam into your ass once, twice, and then he's filling you up, his admission hanging heavy in the air.
You're almost positive you imagined it until he repeats it again with a little more conviction.
"Fuck. I think I'm in love with you," he pants heavily, his hands intermittently squeezing your waist in time with the heady pulsing of his cock.
There's a beat of silence while you struggle to process his words, torn between the warring sensations of his release leaking down your thighs and shock tugging at your ribcage. He slips out of you as he softens, and once your connection is broken, it hits you like a ton of bricks.
"...What?"
He freezes behind you, and you immediately regret your gut response. That's not what you meant to say at all. Of course, it's not. You're just...confused. You hadn't expected it from him, not when you've only been together for a few months. Part of you wants to wait and see if he takes it back, just in case. But he doesn't.
"If...it's okay, you know. If you don't feel the same, it's okay," he mumbles, folding over you to rest his forehead between your shoulder blades.
His breath is warm and humid against your skin as he peppers soft, lingering kisses down your spine. Strong arms wrap around your waist, clinging to you like this might be his last chance, and suddenly it all feels so real. You've been too quiet for too long and now he's afraid.
You haven't told him yet, but there's no need to be. You just can't figure out how. How can anyone possibly cram the immensity of months of pizza nights on the living room floor watching James and the Giant Peach with Abby, and days off work spent tangled in bed, fucking and fighting and forgiving, into three little words?
You try anyway, but what comes out isn't a response. It's a plea. You don't know what you're asking for—you just know you need him.
"Mike," your voice shakes with it. He holds you tighter, and now there's so little space between you, you can't tell where he ends and you begin.
"You don't have to say it. It's okay, I won't be mad. I just...I need you to say something. Anything," he whispers, his day-old stubble rough and grounding as he speaks.
He nuzzles into you, breathing unevenly—nervously—and you realize he's comforting you. Regardless of what you decide, you're still his first priority.
You find his hand where it rests, splayed across your stomach, and lace your fingers with his. Just say it. Just tell him, say it back. There'll be plenty of time to show him how much you mean it.
Because they're not just words. They're not even a feeling. Love is a promise, and you'll keep it.
Taking a steadying breath, you turn in his arms and pull him down on top of you. It's the first time you've seen his face since he got home and wrestled you onto your hands and knees, all searing touches and deep, frantic thrusts. Since he told you he loves you.
His eyes meet yours, darting from one to the other, desperate for an answer, but yours, instead, follow the freckles across his nose down to the curve of his cupid's bow. There is so, so much to love about Mike Schmidt, and he deserves to know it.
"Of course, I love you," you promise, tilting your chin up so your bottom lip just grazes his top.
His face lights up with an unrestrained smile you see so rarely, the one reserved only for you and Abby on his happiest days. You lean forward to kiss him, softly and open-mouthed, and he inhales sharply, his hands shooting down to your waist.
His grip is a little too tight, and you think maybe he's scared you'll take it back, so you wrap your legs around him to hold him right where he is. Then, the kiss deepens and, when his hands start to roam, you realize what he needs.
Mike has always found solace in you, inside you, whenever he's struggling to express or accept what he's feeling, and right now he's asking for reassurance. Hooking your heels behind his back, you tug his hips into yours, and he groans into your mouth as he slips through his release still dripping from your heat.
He's already hard as a rock and bucking into you as if he didn't fuck you into his mattress less than an hour ago, except this time you can see him. The tension between his brows and in his shoulders visibly loosens, and he exhales a sigh of relief the moment he's buried to the hilt.
Enveloped by your warmth and security, it falls from his lips again, over and over—an increasingly sure declaration as he continuously fills you up and hollows you out.
You repeat it back, and it feels good. It feels so good to love Mike Schmidt.
thanks for reading!
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law is such a pathetic man. especially when he eats pussy, he gets so drunk— lips all sticky as he fingers your pussy, moans coming from him as he ruts his clothed cock onto the mattress.
"s'good. it's so fucking good." he groans, mouth open and licking at your clit— he's praying, fucking hoping that you squirt in his mouth— all over his face. everywhere, fucking drench him in your spunk— ruin him by rutting your pussy into his face, mouth, nose, lips— everything.
"mmm, traffy— babyyy. m'g'nna cummm..—"
fucking finally.
#trafalgar law#trafalgar law smut#trafalgar one piece#trafalgar d law x reader#trafalgar op#law op#law smut#op smut#one piece#one piece smut#one piece law#one piece law smut#also#it doesnt click that youve came like five times because his head is so hazy that he cant hear you sometimes...#poor baby..
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"Make Me."
Mike Schmidt x fem!reader
summary: you hate your coworker. he's rude, cocky and doesn't do his job. but, god, is he hot.
warnings: 18+ content, minors dni, afab reader, swearing, pet names, finger sucking, slight choking, oral f!receiving, size kink if you squint, creampie, unprotected sex (wrap it b4 you tap it guys)
authors note: Mike is kind of an asshole in this but it's okay we love him anyway, he's just misunderstood. they're just both having a bad time and taking it out on each other. I want him.
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You wandered though the empty pizzeria, flashlight in hand. The air was heavy on your shoulders, decades of dust made your nose itch. You preferred patrolling Freddy's to sitting in the security office. There was one main reason for that.
Mike.
Your coworker Mike made your blood boil. He possessed this indescribable quality that made him insufferable to be around. It seemed every conversation you engaged in ended in an argument. Mike would barely talk to you or acknowledge you, preferring to keep his headphones secured to his head. He wasn't the best at his job either. Not long ago he had forgotten to properly lock the pizzeria, leading to a group of intruders trashing the place. This job was difficult enough as it was without having someone else there to make it even worse. What made you even angrier was how hot he was. His curly brown hair, strong arms and broad shoulder made you drool. You wouldn't admit it but your mind tended to wander if you looked at him too much.
You were plunged into sudden darkness as the power shut off. Sometimes it would go black for a moment but then the colourful neon lights would flicker back on. You stopped in your tracks, waiting for a minute. After no sign of the power coming back, you clicked on your flashlight and stormed over the the security office.
Maybe Mike was asleep and didn't notice the power going off. It wouldn't be the first time. But no, he was slouched over in the office chair, holding his flashlight up the illuminate the book he was reading with headphones adorning his head. Your night had been shitty enough already and Mike's shenanigans were only making it worse.
You shook your head in annoyance, flipping the switch to the main breaker and re-illuminating the pizzeria. Surprised by the sudden light, Mike looked around the room, giving you a small nod before returning back to his book. You stared at him in disbelief.
You pulled off his headphones, chucking them into his lap. "Are you serious right now? Did you just not fucking notice the power go off?" you questioned angrily. "Or do you just not care?"
"Get off my back. I'm having a bad night." Mike went to put his headphones back on but you grabbed his wrist.
"So am I. You sit two meters away from the breaker. You really couldn't have turned it on?" You let go of his wrist and rubbing your temples in annoyance.
Mike huffed and stood up, discarded the book and headphones on the chair. "The power was off for five seconds. It's not that big of a deal."
"I don't care. It's your job." Mike rolled his eyes and you frowned, leaning against the desk. "Asshole," you whispered under your breath.
Mike turned to face you, clearly upset by your remark. He stood inches away from you and pinned his hands either side of you on the desk. "What did you call me?" You shrugged innocently. "Say it again."
Being this close, you could smell his aftershave. Mikes hazel eyes staring into your own. Your heart pounded in your chest, cheeks burning under his intense gaze. Mike moved one of his hands up to your face, his thumb trailing teasingly across your lips, gently parting them. "Why don't you put those pretty lips to use and say it again."
You squeezed your thighs together. To say that took you by surprise would be an understatement. You stared up at Mike with half-lidded eyes. Teasingly, you closed your lips around his thumb, holding onto his wrist as you gently licked it. You saw his restraint beginning to crack. You took his finger out of your mouth, still holding onto his wrist.
You smiled innocently. "Make me."
In a split second his lips were on yours. They were soft and warm, moving against yours with an intensity you had never experienced before. Your hand moved from his wrist to the back of his neck, fingers weaving into the soft curls as you pulled him closer. Mike gently bit your bottom lip and you moaned into his mouth.
He grabbed your hips, hoisting you up onto the desk with ease and spreading your legs to slot himself in between them. Mike kissed along your jawline, trailing down to your neck as his hands reached under your hoodie.
"Don't think I don't see the way you look at me, sweetheart," Mike whispered into your ear, sending shivers down your spine as you let out a quiet whimper. His hands ventured beneath your bra to massage your tits. You bucked your hips forward, grinding against his cock confined by his jeans. You can feel Mike's lips smirk against your neck. "You want me so bad, don't you baby?"
You nodded pathetically, holding onto his strong shoulders and whining when his lips disconnected from your neck. Mike's hands moved from your chest to unbutton your pants, almost ripping them as he pulled them off, along with your soaked panties, in one clean move.
He knelt down in front of you, two fingers gently coming up to rub your clit. A fire burned in your stomach as his fingers moved slowly, Mike kissing along your inner thighs. Your hand came to rest on his head, holding onto his curls, resisting the urge to shove his face between your legs.
"Look how wet you are for me, sweetheart."
His mouth finally connected with your soaked cunt, tongue darting out to slide between your folds. Your breath shuddered and your hips bucked forward into his mouth. Mike groaned into your pussy, his fingers digging into your thighs, sure to leave finger prints as he ate you out like a starved man.
Your juices dripped down his chin. He sucked on you clit, earning a guttural moan from you. You felt him let out a moan of his own against your cunt. You could feel a knot building up in your stomach, your thighs quivering as he brought you close to orgasm.
Mike pulled away, giving your clit a soft kiss before wiping is face clean with the back of his hand. He stood back up and roughly kissed you and you could taste yourself against his lips.
As your lips collided, your hands reached down to desperately unbuckle his belt, tugging his jeans and boxers down. You stroked his cock, already leaking precum. Mike groaned, thrusting up slightly into your soft hands.
He pulled away from the kiss, watching as you moved the tip of his cock to rub between your sopping folds. Mike's breath was shaky and his hands gripped your hips desperately.
"Want me to put it in, Mikey?" you teased with an innocent smile.
Mike's hand travels up to your throat, squeezing it slightly. "Don't think you're the one in charge here baby girl."
You bit your lip, guiding Mike as he began to slide his cock into you. Your breath hitched at the stretch and Mike's face contorted with pleasure.
He began to fuck you, the monitors on the desk shaking with each thrust. Your head rested against Mike's shoulder, holding onto him for dear life. His cock fit perfectly inside you, hitting the spot that made you see starts. Mike reached his hand between your legs and rubbed your clit.
"Mike!" you cried out. "S'good!"
"You look so pretty fucked dumb by me," Mike puffed out. "You like being stretched out by my big cock, don't ya honey?"
His words made you legs shake, getting closer to climax as his thrusts got rougher, increasing in pace. Mike felt your cunt tighten around him, squeezing him deliciously. He let out little grunts with each thrust, his movements sloppy as he got close to cumming.
The rubbing of your clit sent you over the edge, your back arcing and legs shaking as you came. You cried out Mike's name, head lolling back, overwhelmed with pleasure.
You could see Mike was about to cum and you could feel him throbbing inside you. You leant forward slightly, whispering into his ear, "come inside me, Mikey."
And just like that, he did. He held your hips with bruising force, cumming deep inside you as he whimpered out your name. Mike stayed inside you, panting, sweat dripping from his forehead.
"We should do this more often baby," Mike said with a satisfied smirk.
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Mikey is sooo the type of boyfriend to hold your hands while he fucks you.
You don´t even care on how roughly your back is pressed against the wall of a random storage room of fazbear´s,or about how his hard on is pressed insistently against your hip,not that you can when his mouth is so busy giving atention to your neck.
The open mouthed kisses on your neck were gentle,like the soothing feeling of his hand always gripping your delicate one. The grip suddenly gets tighter when the kisses that were taking gasps out of you turns into possessive bites,the both of you having the amazing feeling that youre being marked.
The only moment your eyes shot open is when his hand left yours,but only for a split second to grab your waist and pull you into his lap while he sits on a chair in the corner. You fail to stifle a needy whimper when he roughly presses your drenched pussy against his boner. His smirk shows you he didnt missed it.
"Youre liking this arent you?" His lips are toying with the lobe of your ear "Naughty girl" His low guttural chuckle ignites something in you.
"Please mikey..." Boy,he swears he will never get tired of his name coming out your pretty lips with a beg.
"Relax princess,ill give you just what you need."
And the last thing you recall befre being ravashed and getting absolutely cock drunk is his hands once more holding yours tenderly.
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— MIKE SCHMIDT NSFW ALPHABET
— a/n - like everyone else the josh hutcherson renaissance got me too and i’ve been obsessed with him and this was a product of that, hope you enjoy!
— warning(s) - 18+ mdni, somewhat implied afab!reader, not proofread
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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
doesn’t know much about aftercare at the beginning of your relationship but a few months in you’ve figured out what works best for the both of you which is usually a warm washcloth some water and a sometimes a nice bath if you’re both up for it but if not cuddles it is
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
his arms and hands would probably be his favorite (because he knows how much you like them) and his favorite body part of yours would probably be your eyes
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
he’s gotten off multiple times just by pleasuring you, it could be him going down on you or fingering you or something else it doesn’t matter just making you feel good makes him feel good
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
has gotten turned on by the way that you take care of him so well, he’s always busy taking care of abby but who's there to take care of him?
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
he wasn’t a virgin when the two of you got together but he also wasn’t the most experienced. sure he’d fucked around some but he was always too busy
F = Favorite position ( goes without saying)
anything where he can see your face clearly so he can see how good he can make you feel and so that he can kiss you easier
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
he doesn’t try to be goofy but in the beginning he was more often than not
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
not super groomed but not incredibly messy either, again something you helped him figure out because it was something he didn’t care about before you
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
so sweet and giving and loving. he’s always making sure you’re alright, makes sure you remember the safe word you put in place before anything really starts, checks on you throughout the entire thing no matter what
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
used to jack off because it was all he had the time for until he met you and there still isn't always a lot of time for anything more but you have no issue helping him out
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
mommy kink, spit (giving or receiving but mostly receiving), praise (giving and receiving)
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
his room or the shower mostly because of the privacy it gives you but he’s brought you to the pizzeria once of twice for some fun
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
genuinely everything about you gets him going it’s so easy to rile him up
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
nothing too dark, no bodily fluids (minus spit and cum)
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
loves giving but loves receiving more
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
really depends. sometimes it’s fast and needy and messy other times it’s soft and slow and incredibly intimate
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
loves taking his time but quickies are all you two have time for more often than not, whether it be in the mornings in bed before you get up for the day or right before a date night that rare time vanessa is able to watch abby for a couple of hours
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
yes and no. depending on what it is he’s hesitant because he’s nervous of hurting you
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
judging by how little he sleeps, probably 2, 3 if you're lucky. if you want more then you’ll have to wait a little while
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
he owns a few but he rarely uses any on himself he much prefers using a vibrator on you
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
doesn’t hate being teased but loves to be the one doing the teasing
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
oh he’s so loud, he’s whiny and is always whimpering
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
this wouldn’t happen often but one time after he sees the way you look at her, he asks if you’d want to have a threesome with vanessa. the two of them would be so focused on you and little to nothing would actually happen between them because all their attention is on you but vanessa ended up in your bed a few more times after that
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
he’s a bit above average but makes up for it in girth
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
so high after so long of just using his hand or a toy but it dies down a little bit after a few months
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
if it had been a particularly rough day he might fall asleep within the hour but i can see him still taking a while to fall asleep
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SO UHH HI MUNCHIES..THIS IS MY FIRST SMUT SO IM KINDA BLUE BALLING IT, but I’ve read so much smut I think I can do it. You can criticize since I always want to be better! Also this is in 2 person pov also it stirred away from the movie,(he just keeps working shifts that’s ir)
My atties @ilovetoomanymen @valez123
Some basic stuff - body worship, cunnilingus, loser mike/hj, Mike is a whimper confirmed, afab reader
“I’m sorry I don’t have the money, could I pay for it in a….different way.”
You were a babysitter for Abby, you understood how hard it was for her brother, and you loved the little girl to bits. She was shy and such a creative girl, and she loved you to for being so patience with her and just generally caring for her. So that’s why you were ok with getting payed very little.You always asked if you could help Michael with anything else, but he would always say no. You respected his wishes mostly, leavening a 20 around the house if Abby needed or wanted something.
You had a good job so you were taken care of, you always made sure they were ok, even if Michael told you they were. You knew it was hard for him. How couldn’t it be? He was a guy just barely scraping by while taking care of his sisters, and now’s he’s having to take night shifts, being away from Abby so long and not getting good sleep, so when he asked you to watch Abby at night while he was at work, you didn’t mind when he was working so hard, and it just ment that your job was easier.
This was about the 2 week into his night shift job, you were asleep on the couch, soon you heard a jingle of keys and the door quietly opening and shutting. You groggily looked up checking the time, it was around 3:26 am.“Mike..?what are you doing here..it’s only 3”, you tiredly say wiping your eyes, slowly pushing yourself to sit up.”Oh. One of the animatronics were malfunctioning and kept messing with the power, so I decided to come home,and I was a little hungry anyways.” He says as he shuffles his vest off, putting it on the table. You slowly get up still a bit tired. Walking to get your bag that he put his vest by. Slowly packing up you heard him pipe up.
“Hey uhm, listen.. it’s been getting harder so-“ you swiftly cut him off, ”Listen I understand, you don’t have to pay me, I know you work hard to provide.“ He looked at you with wide eyes, “and mike you don’t have to do any-“, “I never said I wasn’t gonna do something.”, he said while looking at you. “W-what?” You looked back at him bewildered. What did he just say? He took a couple steps in front of you, sinking to his knees In front of you, grabbing your hips and pulling you closer, he slowly looks up at you, “I’m sorry I don’t have the money, could I pay for it in a….different way.”, he asked, he sounded desperate almost pleading with you. And how could you say no, he was on his knees begging to have you, you wanted him.
You quickly nod, brain not nearly processing what’s happening as fast as it needs to. Just as he was about to start taking off your pants, you quickly stated,”I’m pretty sure we shouldn’t be doing this in the kitchen”, “Oh- yeah, that would be a bad idea.”, he got up, grabbing your hand and walking to his bedroom quickly, the moment both of you get in his room, he slams his lips against yours, you felt like you were dreaming, and you didn’t wanna stop, every kiss he stole from you felt like you were on cloud 9.
“Mike..we have to keep it down, Abby’s in bed”, you said in between kisses.”I know, I know.” He quickly locks the door, ushering back to you, as you guys fumble on the bed, you felt hot, like fire was spread through out your body,in a blink of a eye he was already removing your shirt and bra. After he got done you whent to take his shirt off, “nuh uh. This is my payment to you.”,he says. As he gets to his knees in front of you. God the way he looks at you from between your legs, looking so focused in between while shuffling you pants down. And he was finally down to the last article of clothing, he both wanted to savor and devour you at the same time, and he decided to pick the latter.
He slowly slipped the last piece of clothing. You thought he was gonna take it slow, well. No, he roughly grabs your hips shoving his face in for his meal, he ate, he ate like a mad, taking long fast drags from his tongue against you cunt,”oh god..mike~”. Flicking your clit when the tip of his tongue gets to it, he couldn’t get enough of you,”more,please more” he whimpers out in between your legs. Your mind was fuzzy and you could barely think, all you could really think about is mike and his godly skill with his tongue.
He groans out in satisfaction. He kept licking, drenching your pussy In his saliva, god he was so messy, “g-god so good” he groaned, he was so messy, saliva and slick drenching his face, and you loved it, you had to bite down on your hand to keep quite soon though he wanted more,he needed more as he slowly got rougher, soon he was stuffing your cunty with his fingers while he suckles on your clit, he ramens two fingers into not relenting on, soon you can feel the coiling in your stomach, you grab his hair roughly, tugging to let him know your were close.
Soon the coiling in your stomach snapped, mike slowly guided you through it, you breathed out a breath you didn’t know you kept in, Mike lapped at the juices on his fingers,soon you felt overwhelmed. As mike started to kitten lick your Pussy not seeming to stop.”mike no,no more”, you breathed out, “please one more just one more right, you can do it right? please just one more, I want more no, I need it please god just one more.” He whimpered out pleading, pleading and begging, you nod. He kept licking, starting to get rougher with the licks soon it was all to much for you again. And soon you were cumming on his tongue once again.
Mike slowly got up, knees slightly wobbling from being on the ground, he slowly wiped the back of his hand against his mouth,”I uh..did you like it?”, “mike if I ever hear those words come out of your mouth again, after you gave me the best head in my life.”, he chuckles embarrassingly “well let’s get you cleaned up.”
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“So are we gonna discuss what happened last night?”, “what do you mean Abby” mike stated confused, “you weren’t very slick last night so, when am I gonna be a auntie?” Mike started back at her stunned,” ABBY W-WE ARE NOT TALKING ABOUT THAT” mike rushed our embarrassingly, “geez are you gonna answer the question or not?”
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THANK YOU SO FUCKING MUCH FOR READING THIS, THIS TOOK LIKE HOURS CAUSE I HAD LIKE SPURTS OF MOTAVATION, SHOUT OUT TO THE PEOPLE WHO WANTED THIS ONE AND HAVE A LOVELY DAY<33
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Congratulations on the 150 🥳 you deserve it! "Bad Habits" lives rent free in my head (Fives 😮💨) and I recently reread "In His Sights" (now that I'm back in my Crosshair era) and the feelings are just 🤌.
Can we get either “I will never get enough of you.” for Fives or “You can do better than that.” for Crosshair and afab reader?
Thank you, can't wait to read everything you come up with!!
Hiiii Zwei! Thank you so much for celebrating with me! You're so sweet, I'm so glad my writing resonated with you. That has honestly been the wildest part of being on here - not only are other people reading and enjoying my writing, but so many of you are badass writers like yourself, and I'm just "...you like MY writing?" 🥺
I decided to write the Fives prompt, but TBH, I actually started the Crosshair prompt, too, because I LOVE the line you chose for him. I need more time to sit with that idea, though, and you've already been so patient. So thank you for celebrating with me. Here's a little Fives spiciness, and maybe keep your eye out for Crosshair down the line!
Pairing: Fives x F!Reader
Warnings/Tags: NSFT *Minors DNI*, Established relationship, Teasing, Fingering, Oral (female receiving), Public play, Explicit consent
Word Count: 1.2k
One of the best things about dating Fives, aside from everything about him, was how you instantly gained a whole gang of brothers who loved you nearly as much as he did when they saw you were good for him and that he was serious about you.
Fives, however, hated it, or so he liked to say. The weighest, most dramatic sighs would leave his lips when you and Kix would tag team to roast him, or when the punchline of yours and Jesse’s elaborate pranks would finally land. Still, he would always hug you a little harder and smile a little wider afterward.
He also never hesitated to give it back to you, like he was right now. As retribution for you and Kix dragging his choice of candles during his last “secret” spa night, he had just revealed to his brothers that your sense of direction was so bad that you had once gotten lost in your own apartment building six years after moving in.
“I’ve had about enough of your nonsense.” You wagged your finger at Fives, in between bouts of bellyaching laughter.
He pretended to snap at it. You jerked your hand back to your core, clutching it to your heart in mock offense. Fives let out a full laugh as his arm snaked around your shoulder, and he pulled you into his chest. You leaned against the broad frame of your handsome boyfriend as you turned back to face his brothers. Jesse, Kix, and Tup watched you both with grins on their faces.
“Now they’re just getting gross.” Jesse shook his head as he elbowed Tup.
“Jealousy is a bad look, Jesse.” Fives snorted.
“Yeah, yeah,” Jesse waved him off before he stood and stretched. He cast his eyes out over the rest of the club. “Only thing I’m jealous of is that full drink in front of you. Tup, Kix, let’s get another round and try our luck on the dance floor.”
Kix smirked as he rose to his feet. You watched as his eyes sifted through the crowd until they found the cute woman you'd noticed Kix trade glances with all night. She felt his look right away, her eyes lifting from the friend she was talking to and meeting his, bringing a shy smile to her pretty face and a flush to her cheeks. She quickly glanced back down at her drink before tilting her look back up again and watching Kix through hooded eyes. Kix’s cool smile never flickered. He turned back to your table with the same cool, confident smirk.
“Someday, you’ll learn, Jess.” Kix patted his brother on the shoulder. “Luck’s got nothing to do with it.”
Kix began an unhurried walk toward the woman. Jesse frowned as he followed his brother’s look. Then, he cursed under his breath as he moved to trail behind Kix.
Tup chuckled to himself as he watched them go.
“You can hang out, Tup.” You smiled at the remaining clone, “Promise we’re not that gross.”
“Someone’s got to keep an eye on Jesse.” He shrugged as he reached up for his hair tie. “Besides, he doesn’t remember, but it’s his turn to be wingman tonight. He owes me one.”
Tup winked at you and Fives as his dark curls fell over his shoulders. Then, with a quiet swagger, he followed his brothers’ path to the bar.
“Go easy on ‘em, you rancor.” Fives called out. Then he turned to you with shining eyes. "Just the two of us now."
He dug his finger into the flesh just above your knee. Slowly and without releasing pressure, he dragged his calloused fingertips up the inside of your leg until he found the most inner crease of your thigh.
“What are you up to?” You flashed a cheeky smile at your boyfriend, despite the stirring feeling that suddenly appeared in the pit of your stomach.
“Oh, you know," Fives' eyes flashed darkly at you. Beneath the table, his touch crept underneath your panties to find your already pooling entrance. "Nonsense."
It wasn't the first time you'd played in public, but this was certainly the most exposed you'd ever been. Your eyes scanned the crowd, but no one was looking into your dark corner booth. Their attention was on their own affairs.
Fives waited until you turned back to him, his eyes locking on yours. You knew what he was waiting for.
“Don't stop." You finally spoke, the words more choked than you'd expected them to be.
Two broad fingers slowly breached you, the slow friction making you dizzy with the sudden pleasure. Your head fell to his neck as he began to thrust, pulling heavy breath from you with every motion. You began to grind into his palm, unconsciously searching for more friction.
Then his hand disappeared from underneath your panties. When you looked back up at him, his fingertips had found their way up his grinning lips. He popped his fingers between them, winking at you as he cleaned them of your juices. He pulled it from his mouth with a pop before he hungrily leaned in to capture you in a furious kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue, mixed with the headyness of his kiss, and the liquor from your drinks. The slick between your legs grew.
Finally, he broke the kiss, and as he pulled away, he lifted his arm from your shoulder. With a sideways smile and a surprising amount of stealth for still wearing the lower half of his armor, Fives dropped to the floor and disappeared underneath the tablecloth. You quickly felt his hot breath on your knees.
“But I thought you’d had enough of my nonsense?” Fives' voice was cheeky and raised just enough so you could hear him above the din. He spread your legs apart, his eagerness clear in his speed and strength.
You started to say something when a finger slid back inside of you, stopping the words on your lips. Instead, you let out a small whine. You quickly scanned the crowd again. Still, no one was paying attention to your dark corner.
Fives pressed a kiss to the inside of your knee and smiled against your skin, bringing your attention back where it belonged. He slowly kissed a soft line up your thigh, tracing the path his fingers had taken earlier. At the same time, he began to drag his finger in and out of you, hooking it as he moved, alternating between spreading you open and reaching your sensitive spongey spot. Then, his teeth nipped your inner thigh as his head reached your center. He pulled your panties to the side with his free hand. You held your breath. The neon lights flashed around you, adding to the intoxicating feeling of the moment. On the dancefloor, the music began to crescendo. A second finger breached you. Then, his broad tongue found your clit. You had to bite your lip to stifle a moan. Your hand fell and found purchase in his hair. The pressure spurred him on as he began to dance over your sensitive nub, sending wave after wave to your core.
“I will never get enough of you.” You let out a breathy sigh as your head fell back into the cushion of the booth. Bliss followed soon after.
#fives x reader#fives x you#arc trooper fives#tcw fives#tcw fives smut#fives x you smut#tcw#the clone wars#fives#star wars#clone wars#the clone wars smut#nsft#aria's 150 followers celebration#ariadnesredthread 150 follower celebration
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reiner trying to “just let me put the tip in, it’ll be fine” his way into some pussy. Knowing damn well he can’t control himself, has the worst pull out game in history and will undeniably end up breeding you. Now you’re looking at each other like that fucking Diddy meme.
#now he’s in line at CVS with that stupid ass look on his face#like get your ass away from me#reiner x black reader#reiner braun#reiner headcanons#reiner braun imagine#reiner braun x black reader#reiner smut#cw breeding#cw pregnancy#aot x black reader#attack on titan#aot au#cowboy reiner#sir you can’t last five minutes#don’t act like you have self control now#aot smut#snk smut#cw sex mention#cw smut#black fem reader#black reader smut#reiner x reader#reiner x reader smut#smut imagine#smut drabble#aot drabbles#reiner x y/n#reiner brainrot#snk reiner
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Omfgggg i cant stop thinking about mike schmidt from the new fnaf movie getting me pregnant..
It's NNN, not breeding season! But... very appealing.
Pairing: Michael Afton/Mike Schmidt x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, gentle sex, sex during pregnancy, clit stimulation, sweet!Michael Afton
A/N: I re-watched the movie last night with my friends, they understood nothing but all agreed that Mike was precious.
Michael was much more gentle the he was before he found out about your pregnancy, you'd barely began showing and already he was going so slow you thought you might die from the teasing and the denial. It wasn't his plan to do this to you, he was just being a considerate husband, you couldn't exactly fault him for it. But your pussy sure could.
"Mike... move faster damn it!" You grew visibly more and more impatient but his pace didn't change, he held your ass in his hands, hips slightly lifted so he could still sink in deep, but god were his hips moving slow.
"No... might hurt the baby." Michael's eyes moved affectionately to the baby bump, a smile unknowingly appearing on his face, "Can you believe we did that? We made that." He chuckled to himself, eyes full of wonder.
"I know, I was there. But unless you never want to fuck me again you... god- need to move faster. Or at least... I don't know, just do something! Anything! This is driving me insane!" You could feel yourself teetering on the edge of an orgasm. But if he kept this up you were never gonna get there.
He knew what to do, the perfect solution. "Like this?" One of his hands left your ass and slowly made it's way across your thigh, to your hip and made you sound out a most desperate moan when the rough pad of his thumb moved back and forth across your clit. "That's better isn't it sweetheart? I can feel you tightening up around my dick. I'm so sorry, I didn't realize how close you were."
That was a dirty lie, he knew your body very well by now, he knew you were about to finish and his smile proved it. Staying on the same speed he was before his other hand eased your ass down to the bed and pressed against your pregnant belly. "Thinking of giving me another one?"
"Uh, let's see how we handle one." Michael shifted his weight a little, making sure his cock dragged along the sensitive spots of your pussy. He rolled his thumb against your clit every time he pushed his cock back in, humming at the repeated tightness and the blissful moans that got louder and louder the closer you got. Your back arched off the bed, his hand slipping from your stomach to your breast, accidentally brushing against your now very sensitive nipple.
"Ah!" The unexpected stimulation combined with the pressure in your pussy and your clit made you see stars. There was no controlling your hips as they moved against him. Michael did everything he could to make your orgasm last, after all he was the reason it was delayed, might as well pay you back by not taking his hands or eyes off you until you stopped shaking.
#fnaf x reader#fnaf smut#five nights at freddy's#fnaf#michael afton x reader#mike schmidt x reader#michael afton#mike schmidt#micheal afton x reader#fnaf headcanon#fnaf imagine#fnaf x you#mike schmidt x you#michael afton smut#mike schmidt smut#smut drabble#x female reader
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can you write a smut fic with mike x reader where he eats you out?? thank you!!
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Eating In (It's good for you)
pairing: mike schmidt x afab!reader
summary: mike is a munch always why would i write anything else???
warnings: 18+!!! NSFW!!! MDI!!! oral sex (f!receving), fingering, squirting (kinda?)
word count: y'all already know 1.3k+
authors note: you guys really speak my language. the beginning of this got a lot fluffier than i was expecting lol still filthy though. 18+ content mdi!!! hope you love it anon mwah <333 also pretty sure i flipped flopped between perspectives sorry babies i'm dumb
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it's no secret that mike lives for eating you out. he could live between your thighs if it was up to him, spending hours drawing out those desperate noises from your lips when he does that thing with his tongue that you love.
the feeling of your hands tugging his hair and your thighs tightening around his head because you just feel so good make his eyes roll back in his head every time he thinks about it.
tonight was no exception, but it was a little different.
as soon as the two of you put abby to bed he was on you. pinning you to his bed as you lazily made out, grinding against each other in slow relaxed motions.
“baby,” mike breathes between kisses, “can you do me a favor?”
you hum in acknowledgement, not wanting to pull away from kissing mike enough to reply.
mike chuckles against your lips, breaking the kiss to nip teasingly at your lips. “i want you to ride my face.” he whispers dirtily, licking a stripe over your lips.
mike watched as his request sinks in, your eyes widening and mouth dropping open just a bit. “mike…” you whisper, he can hear the hesitation in your voice. he can’t have that.
“come on baby, please?” he pleads, moving his hands to rub soft circles into your hips. “you’ll love it, baby. i’ll make it so good for you.”
mike can see the moment your pupils completely dilate, fully swallowing your iris’. your chest heaving as your adrenaline kicks up.
after a beat, you nod slowly. your soft “okay” barely audible, mike grins like he just won the lottery.
“well hop on baby,” mike says, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. “we don’t have all night.”
mike pulls away, falling on his back on the bed. laying his laced hands on his stomach, waiting patiently for you to give him what he wants.
he waits as you take a steadying breath, gathering up the courage before you rise up and start to shuffle over to him. mikes hungry eyes watch you swing your leg over his lap, making your way up his body.
you stop short, sitting on his stomach with a timid look. mike places two grounding hands on your hips, squeezing them reassuringly.
“you have to tell me if i’m smothering you or something. i don’t need to accidentally kill you.” your hands fidget with the waist of mikes pants nervously.
“what a way to go.” he says wistfully, a dopey grin on his face.
you let out a small laugh, trying and failing to hide your smile. “you’re such an asshole.” you reply, pinching his chest teasingly. your tone is too fond to hold any actual malice. mike laughs back.
finally, you start to shuffle higher up his torso, but he stops you holding your hips in place. “other way, baby.”
it doesn’t take a lot of brain power to understand what he means. you let out a soft moan, a shiver wracks your body. pleasure zings up your spine at how filthy this is.
it’s a little awkward, but you manage to swing your legs around so you're facing the rest of his bedroom, not just the wall. from this angle, you can see how his dick is tenting the front of his loose sleeping pants, a wet spot forming near the tip.
you still only hover over your boyfriend's face instead of truly sitting, scared of hurting him. mike decides not to say anything, too preoccupied with the view directly in-front of him.
“fuck,” mike whispers hotly, staring up at your clothed pussy makes his dick twitch. baby pink lace darkened by how wet you are. he leans up slightly, running his tongue over the rough lace still covering you.
"shit...mike," you shudder, legs trembling on either side of his head.
mike takes his time, laving his tongue over the soaked lace a few times, reveling in your familiar taste, but his patience wears thin. soon enough he's tugging your panties aside to get at what he really wants before returning them to your hips.
mike moans at the sight of your slick pussy, already so wet from his mouth. he can't help but softly run his pointer finger through your folds, gathering your wetness and using it to circle around your clit.
you moan softly, trying your best to be quiet so abby doesn't wake up.
mike stops his fingers assault on your clit, too eager to chase the sight of your convulsing pussy with his mouth, the tip of his tongue sliding easily through your folds. he groans, rubbing his face between your thighs, no doubt covering his nose and chin in the copious amount of wetness leaking from your pussy. he quickly gets lost in the feeling of tasting you, of licking and sucking at your clit making you moan and whine.
"shit!" you exclaim, pitching forward to steady yourself with your hands flat on his chest. the rough feel of his stubble scratching your inner thighs, most likely leaving red marks on the skin there. you hope it'll leave marks, that you'll be able to feel it every time you walk tomorrow, a reminder of what the two of you did tonight.
by now you're white knuckling the front of his shirt as you frantically circle your hips against his face, the bed squeaking quietly under your movements. mike spurs you on with small smacks to your ass, groaning into your pussy with every pass of his tongue over your fluttering hole.
you can feel the vibrations in mike's throat as he fucks you with his tongue, guttural groans making your thighs shake in an attempt to stay upright.
but it's just too much, the onslaught of his tongue making you forget all about your earlier insecurity, and you fully lower yourself onto his mouth too caught up in your pleasure to even hold yourself up anymore.
mike's eyes widen in surprise at you seating yourself on his face, moaning way too loudly at how hot it is to see you lose control.
"fuck! feels so good, mike," you slur, head hanging down to your chest, hair falling around your face. "mph- mike - ah, ah, ah,"
you realize you're going to come like this, riding mike's face like you're starved for it. you can feel it, the warmth settling deep in your belly. flames licking there way up your body.
mike realizes it too apparently, because he latches his mouth over your clit and plunges two fingers into your clenching pussy, thrusting them in and out quickly.
the lewd squelching noises that fill the room make your cheeks burn in embarrassment.
“holy fucking shit! mike fuck!” you moan, trying desperately to control your volume. “i’m gonna come, oh fuck.” mike moans in respines, speeding up both his tongue and fingers.
the combination of mike’s tongue rapidly flicking over your clit and thick fingers expertly hitting your g-spot every thrust pushes you over the edge. one final suck to your clit has you coming all over mike’s face. drenching the lower part of his face in your juices and soaking up the dirty groans mike makes as he sucks up every last drop.
mike pulls away from you clit, and takes his fingers out of your pussy to let you come down from your orgasm. kissing across the inside of your thighs as you shake and tremble above him.
after a few shuddering breaths, you lift up and off mike’s face to collapse onto the mattress next to him. the two of you lay next to each other staring up at the ceiling, panting out wet breaths as you come down.
you turn to mike, his lips are slick and red. lower half of his face shining with your come, eyes half-open and hazy. you lift your hand to trial your finger down his body, making your way to the waist of his sleeping pants riding low on his hips showing off his dark happy trail. your hand slides lower to the ever still present hard-on tenting his pants obscenely, rubbing over his erect dick with purpose.
“your turn?”
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mike is definitely more dirty/pervy than he seems to be!! i feel like he’d be into dacryphilia or cockwarming... i need to stfu
no keep talking bc i definitely was thinking abt cockwarming mike earlier today ...
he tries to be as much of a gentleman as possible. which, he is a gentleman. but you're hot and he's obsessed with you and eventually his habits and interests start making more and more guest appearances. him staring at your ass a little too long turns into him trying his best to get a glimpse up your skirt without being caught. him buying you pretty pairs of lingerie turns into him stealing your panties when you sleepover.
him accidentally making you cry when you're giving him head turns into him fucking your throat to see your tears and snot slide down your face. him refusing to pull out for a few minutes after fucking turns into sheathing his cock completely in you when you're cuddling, just to lay like that and continue talking about your day.
#... too much?#mschmidtsworld!#mike schmidt x reader#mike schmidt smut#mike schmidt x you#mike schmidt#fnaf movie#five nights at freddy's
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