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diedoverahat · 5 months

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Can you please please please write a smut FIC where reader and Mike is on the Night Shift and we end up thigh ridinggg!!!!

- ps we call him Mikey 😭😭😭

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pairing: mike schmidt x afab!reader

word count: ofc it's 1.9k+

warnings: nsfw 18+

authors note: hi anon! thanks so much for the ask, i had so much fun writing it! hope you love it! mwah <333

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“About time you finally show up.”

Were the first words Mike heard as soon as he walked into the security office of Freddy’s. He sighed loudly, shrugging his rain coat off to hang it on the back of the door.

"Don't start," he said gruffly.

Mike turned to face you, your body leaning against the opposite wall, arms crossed over your chest. You had a smug smile on your face. "I was starting to think you got too scared to come back."

Mike scoffed. "Don't get too excited," He deadpans. "I just had some trouble with the babysitter.”

You don't respond, only following him with your eyes as he walks over and sits down in the one office chair in-front of the monitors. Mike can tell you've been here for a while now, if the half-drunken water bottle and empty protein bar wrapper sitting on the desk is anything to go by.

He only just starts flipping through the different channels when you speak up again. "You're in my seat."

He doesn't look up from the screen when he replies. "You weren't sitting in it."

You scoff loudly, he can hear you push off the wall. The sound of your footsteps getting closer and closer as you walk toward him. "I was sitting in it for thirty minutes before you even got here."

"You sound like a child," He replies, swiveling around to face you. Your body is close enough to slightly loom over his seated form. "Just go get another chair from the dining room."

"No, I was here first. The comfy chair is mine," You press. "You go get a chair."

"Comfy chair" was definitely a stretch, the office chair was only slightly better than the dining chairs.

Mike stares at you for a moment before swiveling back to the monitors. "No." He says, completely dismissing you.

It's quiet for a moment, before you let out an exasperated sigh. "Fine." You state, with a small shrug before shoving between Mike and the desk and unceremoniously plopping down in his lap.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Mike asks loudly, raising his hands up to avoid touching you. You've already gone back to work, idly flipping through the monitors like this is normal.

"You won't move, so you have to share." You say simply.

Mike stares daggers at your back, slowly placing his hands on either side of the chairs arm rests. "You're crazy." He mutters, but the last thing he's going to do is get up and let you win this weird ass game you've decided to challenge him to.

He tries his best to ignore you, he really does, but after a while he can feel his heart start to beat ever so slightly faster. Mike's not proud enough to admit that you're definitely attractive. He'd always thought that, even though you drive him crazy 90% of the time. You have a gorgeous face, and an amazing figure. Of course he would never tell you any of this, you would never let him hear the end of it.

So he doesn't, but on his lonelier nights, he lets his mind run rampant with visions of you on your knees, mouth open and waiting for his release. Or you on all fours, moans pouring out of your mouth uncontrollably as he thrusts in and out of your dripping cunt, hitting the spot inside you that makes you light up like a Christmas tree. Or you on your back, hands gripping his hair so tightly because you can't handle how good his mouth feels sucking on your clit.

Those nights are becoming more and more frequent these days, and he can never refrain from shoving his hand down his sleep shorts and fisting his hand over his hard cock furiously until he ruins his boxers.

Mike's brought back from his thoughts running rampant in his head by the mortifying realization that currently, with you mere inches away from his crotch, he's hard as a rock. It's not helping that all he can see is your silhouette directly sitting in front of him. Your curves fully on display, in your form fitting shirt and tight jeans. He can't help the way his eyes scan down your body. Greedily raking from your shoulders to your waist that tapers down to the swell of your ass sitting pretty inches away from his growing bulge.

Worst of all, you just won't stop fidgeting. Tiny, unconscious movements that jostle Mike just enough to make him feel his dick scrape against the zipper of his jeans. All he can do is stare, sweating bullets basically white-knuckling the chair in order to stay still, scared to even breathe too deeply.

Then it all goes to shit in a matter of seconds. You knock the water bottle off the desk trying to switch monitors, and when you go to pick it up you scoot back just the tiniest bit, but it's enough to grind your ass directly over his dick.

Immediately Mike has his hands tight around your hips, jerking you back up into a sitting position as quickly as he can. His whole body going rigid against the chair in embarrassment, eyes wide and mortified.

You're still too, back sitting up straight as a board. He's waiting for you to say something, to laugh at him, but you're silent. There's an apology on the tip of his tongue, when suddenly you push the chair out from the desk, sending you and Mike flying backwards. In a flash, you flip to face him sitting directly over his thigh. Slotting your knee between his legs and the chair.

Your pupils are blown, eyes swallowed almost entirely by black. "How long?" You ask, softly. It takes Mike a second for your words to break through the fog clouding his brain, but he's just confused. He tilts his head to this side in question, not trusting his voice to sound anything but fucked.

"How long were you sitting here with this," You specify what you're saying by pushing your knee more firmly against his hard dick, making Mike's hands spasm on your hips and choke out a soft whine. "Before you planned on doing anything with it?"

Mike can do nothing but blink up at you slowly. You look almost predatory, staring at him so fiercely he swears you can see his soul. You still haven't moved, he can feel the warmth radiating between your legs against his thigh. His hands jerk almost unconsciously, trying to get you to grind forward. You smile, looking down at your position splayed over his lap and back up to his face.

"What do you want?" You ask sweetly. "Do you want me to move, Mikey?"

Your words hit him like a truck, he moans loudly, nodding his head frantically. "Yeah? You want me to move?" You ask again, tipping into his personal space, hands flat on his chest. You lean forward, breath puffing out over his ear.

"Move me then." You hiss, directly into his ear.

Mike lets out a guttural groan, eyes snapping shut tightly. He wants to, so badly but he just can't.

"Come on Mikey," You goad, your eyes glassy. "Move me."

Mike opens his eyes, looking down at his grip on your hips. Ever so slightly, he shifts you forward. Your eyes flutter closed, lips parting to let out a small moan. Turns out that's all the encouragement Mike needs. He grinds you backward before roughly dragging you forward again. It's absolutely lewd.

"Fuck, Mike." You say breathlessly, chin dropping down to your chest, going completely pliable in his hands letting him move you. He can only stare incredulously at you, beyond shocked that this is really happening. He's waiting to jolt awake home alone in bed with a soiled pair of boxers at any moment.

But he doesn't, you're actually here. Sitting on his lap grinding a wet patch into his jeans. Mike hardly knows what to do with himself. Your body is warm between his hands, alive in ways he never thought to be possible. "Jesus," He whispers to himself, sweat dripping down his brow. “Fuck…!” Mike grits out, wrenching his head up to stare at the ceiling. “I can’t look”

He feels you falter the slightest bit, hips slowing down a fraction. “Why not?” You ask softly, a hint of insecurity puncturing your tough exterior.

“It’s too much,” Mike admits breathlessly, chest rising and falling rapidly. “I can’t look or I’ll come in my pants.”

You let out a small shocked laugh, but it’s quickly drowned out by another moan. Your body trembles with pleasure. "Shit, faster…go faster," You mutter, taking it upon yourself to speed things up. Hips moving frantically on his thigh. Your knee is still slotted tightly to his now aching cock, he can feel every move you make. The friction feels amazing, it's taking everything in him not to hump up against your leg like a horny dog. The heat from your body feels scalding.

The absolute vision you make sends Mike's nerves quivering. He needs more. He brings his hands up to your face, tracing your bottom lip with his thumb gingerly. Your eyes open, looking back at him, not ceasing your movements.

"Can I?" He pants, hoping to god you understand what he's asking. It takes you a second, but eventually you nod. He tips forward and seals your lips with his. His fingers sliding into your hair to hold your head in place as he kisses you.

He takes control of the kiss, tongue brushing against your bottom lip. You part your lips willingly for him, letting his tongue explore your mouth. He greedily swallows your moans, groaning all the while.

You break the kiss first, only a string of saliva connects your lips before breaking under the pressure of gravity. Your lips are swollen and red, glossy from kissing.

“Oh god…” Your whimpers ghost over his lips, forehead resting on his. “Oh, god, Mikey…”

“Yeah,” Mike replies, voice deep and scratchy from lack of use, he rolls his hips up the tiniest bit. “Yeah that’s it…Fuck you look so pretty, so pretty for me.”

You nod, hips moving even faster than before, losing the rhythm you’d built up. Your hands fumble down to furiously unzip his hoodie, tearing the zipper down to reveal his plain white tank top underneath. Your hands greedily rake down his chest, nails brushing over his nipples making him whimper out moan.

“Fuck Fuck Fuck, Mike,” You whine, grip tightening into the meat of his chest. He can tell your close without you even saying it.

“Fuck yes, come, come on my thigh.” Mike begs, gripping your hips so tightly it could border on painful.

“Shit! Mikey, I’m gonna come,” Your eyes are screwed shut, sweat making your hair stick to your face.

“Do it.” He pleads, not taking his eyes off your face.

“I’m coming, I’m coming.” Mike can feel your nails digging crescent moons in his chest as you careen over the edge. Hips stuttering as you ride out your orgasm, he can almost feel the way your pussy trembles as you work yourself through the aftershocks, cut off little moans forcing their way out of your mouth. Your body finally gives out, tipping forward to lean on his chest, wet breaths puffing against his neck.

Mike follows suit, eyes dropping closed as he unloads into his boxer shorts making a second wet patch seep into his jeans. Hips twitching up every other second. He moans loudly into your hair, trying and failing to muffle his noises.

When you both come back down, it’s silent for a few moments as you both wrack your brains for what to say. As always, you’re the first one to speak up.

“So…” You say between panting breaths, he can feel you start to smile against his neck. “Same time tomorrow?”

Mike chuckles up at the ceiling, pinching your waist lightly.

“Fuck off.”

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honey-on-your-tongue · 1 year

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age gap and daddy kink with jake?! maybe human scientist and jake becomes obsessed with how small she is and he has her call him daddy all the time, even in front of others 🤭🫣

😩😩😩😩😩😩

The reason Jake had initially been drawn to you was because of how much you reminded him of Earth. Sure, he had many unpleasant memories about the place, but he also had some pretty amazing ones. And you, with your young, soft human body, less than half his size, almost fifteen years younger, your pretty little ribbons in your hair, the little skirts you wore—it drove him insane.

Part of him was just allured to you. He couldn't stay away.

He made his every intention very clear, with his every visit to the lab, his flirtatious touches on your back, your face, your thighs. He liked to flirt with you, like to make you blush, liked to toss in a dirty joke every now and then just so he could see you get all flustered over it.

It was pretty obvious you were into him as well. No surprise there, he'd pulled every trick in the book in hopes to catch your attention. And it had payed off.

Not a month after you two meet, Jake decides to visit you at the lab one night. He's surprised to find you all alone in your bedroom, curled up on the bed as you read, wearing a thin tank top and a pair of tiny shorts for pajamas.

He smirks at himself as he playfully knocks on the doorframe. You glance up, smiling softly when you see him.

“Jake,” you say, surprised. He can hear your heart begin to race, it makes him grin a cocky, sleek grin. “I wasn't expecting you.”

“I can tell,” he chuckles, his eyes studying your body, your thighs bare beneath your shorts, your nipples poking against your top. He doesn't even bother to hide it; he makes a show out of looking you up and down, his cock twitching when you blush and squirm under his gaze.

You stand from your bed, arranging your hair, licking your lips nervously before asking, “Do you need anything?”

Jake shakes his head, stepping into your room, towering way over you, his eyes still staring at you. “Just wanted to see ya, kid.”

Your blush deepens, obviously flattered and flustered. “Oh?”

Jake closes the bedroom door and walks past you, moving to sit on the bed, and he just studies your bedroom. Everything smells of you, everything is just so you...it makes something inside of him grow warm and also...a tad predatory, feral with the need to make you his.

“I been thinkin' 'bout you lately,” he admits, meeting your curious gaze. “Kinda hard to get a pretty thing like you outta my mind.”

You laugh, bashful, eyes darting to the floor, as you question, “What do you mean?”

Jake smiles, reaching for you, his huge hands grabbing you by the waist and pulling you to him. You swallow, eyes growing wide, your breath hitching.

“Jake?” you question, pretty doe eyes fluttering down to his lips for a split second before you meet his gaze again.

His smirk grows. “C'mon, kid,” he chuckles. “Y'know I want ya. I've made it real fuckin' obvious, hm?” He leans closer to you, his breath fanning across your face. “The only question is if you'll have me.”

You raise an eyebrow, coy. “You're not wondering whether or not I want you?”

Jake laughs softly. “I know you want me, darlin'. I can smell it. I've been smelling it for weeks now.”

You look surprised for a split second before your expression turns embarrassed, and you smile at him gently. “Touché.”

Jake's eyes are having a hard time staying on your face. Your lips are just so close, so ready for him to kiss...

“Well?” he asks. “Are you going to stop me?”

You lick your lips, glancing away from him nervously. One of his enormous fingers taps you under your chin to make you glance up at him. “Hm?” he insists.

You shake your head. Breathlessly, you say, “I'm not gonna stop you.”

Jake smirks as he effortlessly picks you up and places you on his lap, his humongous thigh rubbing against your pussy through your shorts.

You gasp softly, placing your little hands on his shoulders. Jake's hands splay over your hips, rocking you front and back against the hard muscle of his thigh. Your nails dig into his shoulders, eyes widened as you watch him.

Jake licks your jaw and then kisses down your neck. He loves how tiny you are compared to him, how he's a whole lot fucking taller, a whole lot fucking stronger, a whole lot fucking bigger.

You feel like a rag doll in his grip, something he could just toss around and use, something so fragile and delicate in his rough, calloused hands.

Something he shouldn't have. Something too young and innocent and sweet for him. And yet, there's nothing stopping him from ruining you. So, he plans to do just that.

Ruin you. Make you his. His, his, his.

The mere idea has his cock hardening under his loincloth. It pokes against your thigh, and the feel of it—so large, so fucking enormous—makes you gasp.

Jake chuckles at your surprise, rubbing his massive hands on your thighs to soothe you. “It's okay. Relax, kid,” he says. “Nothing has to happen, alright?”

You meet your eyes with his, your gaze dark and sultry. “You're not gonna put it inside?” you question, sounding disappointed.

Jake raises an eyebrow. “I don't think it'll fit in you, hon,” he tells you, fingers squeezing your thighs.

“But I want it inside,” you complain, making pretty puppy eyes at him. “Please?”

You're 22, Jake can't help himself. It's the fact that you're so young, that you can be so naive, that you're giving him the chance to corrupt you...He smirks. “'f you call me daddy, I might consider it, sweet.”

You blush softly, heart racing, but obey nonetheless. “Please, Daddy,” you say, and Jake's eyes flutter shut at the way the word leaves your pretty mouth.

“Goddamn,” he groans, bouncing his thigh against your pussy, making you gasp quietly. “Yeah, 'm definitely going to put it inside.”

He wouldn't be able to live with himself if he ignored the chance to fuck you and have you call him daddy.

He lifts you from his lap and places you on the bed. He undresses you, revealing your tits as he pulls your top off, then exposing your pretty pussy as he tugs your shorts away. He's delighted to find you're wearing a pair of pretty pink lace panties, tiny and soft, and his cock twitches at the sight.

“You got lube 'round here, darlin'?” he asks you as he curls his hands around your thighs, pushing them open before he leans his face into your pussy, inhaling your sweet scent.

You arch your back, gasping softly, and say, “In the—in the third drawer.”

Jake kisses your lower stomach, smirking, before he gets off the bed, moving to your desk. He opens the drawer and finds not only a bottle of lube, but also a pretty rabbit vibrator.

He can feel his body aching with lust. He chuckles, grabbing both the bottle and the toy, before turning to you.

You're on the bed, legs planted against the mattress, thighs spread, as you watch him. When you see what he has in his hand, your eyes widen.

“I-I forgot I left that in there,” you admit, your gaze locked on the vibrator.

Jake's grin grows cocky, spreading over his gorgeous face, making you drip even more. He climbs on the bed, positioning himself between your legs as he says, “Have you ever used this while thinkin' of me, angel?”

You swallow, a blush spreading across your face and neck, as you nod slowly. “Yes,” you reply.

Jake slaps your thigh sharply, making you gasp. “Yes, what?”

You correct, “Yes, Daddy.”

“Much better,” he allows, studying the vibrator for a moment before turning it on. As the toy rumbles quietly in your room, you clench your thighs together, doe eyes locked on his famished gaze. He pushes your legs open and places the toy against your pussy, the vibrations purring against you through your thin panties.

You groan, biting your lower lip, and Jake watches your pretty face. He hooks a finger around the edge of your panties and pulls them off, leaving your soaked pussy bare.

He then slides the toy between your folds, making you shudder, before he slides it in, the shaft slipping into you with ease, the little ear pressing against your clit.

“Wanna make you come 'fore I stick my cock in you, girl,” he hums, thrusting the toy in and out, the vibrations muffled by your soaked pussy.

You mewl, hands digging into the bed sheets below, eyes rolling into the back of your head. “Why?” you complain. “Jus' fuck me.”

Jake chuckles, simply fucking you with the toy, knowing he has to get you all nice and open if he plans on filling you up. “Trust me, hm? Trust daddy, baby.”

You nod. “I-I trust you,” you promise. “But I want your cock, Daddy. I just need you.”

“Shh,” Jake coos, kissing your calf. “I'll make it worth your while, kid.”

You nod again, allowing him to fuck you with the toy. Your pussy clenches tight around the object, your slick dripping down your thighs to the bed.

The vibrations are quick to make you weak, easily causing your pleasure to grow at a merciless rate. It has you gasping and moaning, the toy making the ecstasy coil low in your stomach.

Jake's predatory eyes are locked on your cunt, on how the toy slips inside you with ease, how your slick drips out slowly, the scent thick.

You glance down. When you see the look in Jake's eyes, a shudder slides up your body, making you moan.

He smirks at himself, placing soft, wet kisses across your thighs, licking your skin. He revels in the way you jerk at his touch, in the way you roll your hips against the toy.

“Daddy,” you breathe, eyes fluttering shut. “Daddy!”

You start to tremble, the pleasure making your body quiver. Your pussy is so wet, the toy causes it to squelch as Jake fucks you with the vibrator. He drags his canines over the skin of your thigh, making you mewl.

“Fuck!” you cry, gasping. “Daddy! Please!” you beg.

“I know, girl,” Jake says, gently biting your inner thigh, making you squeal. “I know. Come for me, angel. Come for daddy.”

You whimper, back arching as the pleasure rattles your every nerve. It grows within you, stretching out all over your body, and then your orgasm crashes over you, making you mewl. You gasp, writhing, as Jake drags your pleasure out, helping you ride out your high on the toy.

You're so sensitive, and Jake just keeps the toy inside you, still turned on, which makes you cry. “No! 's too much, Daddy. Please.”

Jake chuckles softly as he pulls the toy out of you. He turns it off and then licks it, tasting your arousal.

His cock is impossibly hard, balls aching with the need to spill their load inside your pretty, tiny pussy.

He removes his loincloth which is sticky with the precum that drips from the tip of his cock. Your eyes are quick to fall to his naked body, eyes widening at his width, and his length.

You're a little nervous about it fitting, a little nervous about it hurting, but the sight of it, the knowledge of how much bigger Jake is than you makes you excited, your body already growing aroused again.

Jake grabs the bottle of lube in his hand and spills a generous amount on his cock, smearing it all over his shaft. Then he spills some on your pussy, working it around your entrance with his thick fingers.

Your eyes are wide, chest heaving and falling with each heavy breath.

Jake runs the huge head of his cock between your folds before prodding at your entrance. He holds your gaze, saying, “'f you want me t'stop, you tell me right away, kid.”

You nod. “Okay,” you reply, breathless.

And then Jake's sinking into you, his cock forcing you open. Pain rings through your body as he stretches you out. You gasp, mewling softly, little tears forming in the corner of your eyes. And then, the head of his cock pushes inside you, making you jerk, and the pain dissipates.

Jake's ears are flattened against his head, your tiny pussy so fucking tight and warm around him. “You good, sweetheart?” he asks, studying your face.

You nod gently, body rolling in search of more friction. “Deeper,” you beg.

Jake chuckles softly before he carefully sinks the rest of his cock into you. At first, you think he really won't fit. But then, slowly, your pussy stretches more, taking him—all of him. Next thing you know, Jake's hips meet yours, his heavy balls pressing against your folds.

You whimper, eyes rolling into the back of your head. He's so big, so fucking enormous. He dwarfs you, his body so much larger, his strength outweighing yours by a long shot.

Jake grabs you by the thighs and lifts you until your ass is resting on his lap. Then, he starts thrusting into you, which makes you cry out, tears of pleasure spilling from your pretty eyes.

“Fuck,” he groans, fingers digging into your soft skin. “Oh, you're so good, angel. Look at this pretty pussy, taking me like it was made for me. Goddamn.”

“Daddy,” you cry. “Fuck! 's so good!”

Jake watches you, your breasts bouncing with every thrust, your eyes shut tight, pretty tears staining down your face. You're so tiny, so small, your pussy barely able to fit him. He loves it.

“You're my good girl, aren't you?” he says, licking his lips. “My pretty girl.”

“Yes!” you gasp, trembling, his cock bruising your insides, your womb almost purring from how stuffed you are. “Yes, Daddy!”

The nickname makes Jake grunt, cock twitching inside of you. It's something about the way you say it, about how beautiful you are, about how your doe eyes don't give away a single drop of this dirty side of yours.

“So fuckin' gorgeous,” he says. The sound of skin on skin loud in your room. His balls slap against your puffy folds, making you squeal. His cock drags against your g-spot with ease, and you squirm under him. “So fuckin' perfect f'r me, kid.”

“'m yours!” you gasp, toes curling. “Daddy, 'm yours!”

Jake chuckles. “Yeah, I know you are, kid. I know you're mine,” he replies, one of his enormous hands splaying over your lower stomach, pressing down. You gasp as you feel even fuller, Jake's cock ready to sink right into your womb.

You tighten around Jake and he groans, digging his fingers into your delicate thighs, surely bruising the flesh. Under the palm of his massive hand, he can feel his cock bulging in your womb, rocking back and forth with every thrust. There's something about how dirty it all is, how you're letting him fuck you when he's almost double your fucking size, that drives him feral.

He bares his teeth, hissing in ecstasy, sharp canines showing. You peek your eyes open to look at him, and it's the way he's so fucking predatory at times, how he looks insanely feral, almost out of control that has you close to the edge.

“Daddy!” you mewl, trembling. “Fuck! Fuck!” Stars are glowing behind your eyelids, your ears are ringing, and every rough thrust of Jake's knocks the air from your lungs.

“Goddamn, 'm so deep in you,” Jake groans, your gummy walls clamping down on him. “So deep in this pretty pussy. Fuck.”

You cry out, sobbing from the bliss. “Please! Need y'to make me come!” you beg, your entire body quaking from the unbearable pleasure. It coils low in your stomach, stretching out, feeling like liquid fire that sears your womb in the best way.

“I know, kid. Imma make you come, alright?” he promises. “You're gonna come all over my cock, 'nd then I'm gonna fill y'up.”

You mewl at his words, pussy growing tighter, and Jake quirks an eyebrow. “You like that idea? You want daddy t'fill you up with his cum? Hm?”

“Yes!” you exclaim, tears blurring your vision as you try to meet Jake's gaze. “Daddy! Make me come! Please! 'm so close.”

Jake keeps his thrusts steady, placing his thumb over your clit and giving the little nub some much-deserved attention. You squeal at the sensation, the fire within you spreading all across your skin until you feel like you're going to lose consciousness. And just when you think you can't take anymore, when you feel like you're going to die, you come, squirting all over Jake. Your orgasm wrecks you, leaves you only half-awake, stars dancing behind your eyelids, black crowding at the edges of your vision.

Jake gasps softly as you come, his eyes trained on your slick that drips down his hips from your orgasm. You're so tight around him, so small and warm—

His orgasm crashes over him, making him shudder and grunt, “God fucking damn.” His load spills into you, thick ropes of cum that spurt right into your womb, his balls releasing all of his seed into your eager cunt.

You gasp at the sensation, but are too weak to do anything but lie there and take it.

As you two come down from your highs, Jake pulls out of you gently, watching his cum torrent out of you, dribbling to the bed sheets below.

Jake kisses your body softly, gently, and asks, “You okay, baby?”

You nod, breathing heavily, still too fucked out to talk.

Jake tends to you the rest of the night, massaging your muscles, kissing your skin, cleaning you up.

And ever since then, he can't stay away from you. He just about spends more time in the lab than he does in the forest. He loves taking you with him to the village. He'll hold your tiny hand in his huge one and lead you through the wonders of Pandora.

And what's more, he doesn't respond to any other nickname from you if it's not daddy. At the beginning, he settled for you calling him daddy only in the bedroom. But then, one day, it slipped out of you while you were visiting the village. Ever since, Jake insists on you calling him daddy for anything and everything.

He likes it. Likes how it emphasizes the fact that you're his. That he's the only one who gets to hold you, kiss you, fuck you, love you.

He loves that everyone can tell you're his.

Daddy's little girl.

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Not me frrrr getting carried away affff and writing like 3k words on this 🤭🤭🤭🤭

I just want to call Jake daddy, is that too much to ask?????!!!!! 😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩

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📞♡ “Vance Hopper x Reader” ♡📞

༉‧₊˚ #Vance x F!reader

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. ˚₊ ꒱ Pairing/Pairings: Vance Hopper

and Reader.

༉‧₊˚ -Format: sneak peek;3

× &﹕Summary: just a little short peek on what I’m working on!

×﹕♺ AUTHOR’S NOTE(S): requests: OPEN

Read the full version.

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Vance always thought there was something very interesting with that one girl. Sure many girls always had fall in love with him because of his lovely blonde curly hair, his beautiful blue ocean eyes that were always hard to read. Then of course, the way he will always pick a fight with anyone. No matter where or who they are. The way he truly never cared who he was fighting. Everyone knew him. With all that, surely he could talk to a girl? Nope. he could never talk to you. Sure he will stare at you and maybe… stare at you whenever you are near him. In class, in the hallways, in the lunch area, even when walking home. He was just… like loves you. I mean could you really blame him? It’s you. He loved everything about you. The way you’re beautiful and silky smooth hair shines underneath the sun, that beautiful smile you have god… that smile can always make his somewhat cold heart just warm up, the way your hips always swing right and left when you walk, not to mention how sweet and kind you were. You were perfect in his eyes. Vance isn’t the type to think about all that “cheesy” stuff. He just couldn’t help it, you were truly his dream girl… but he always thought a girl like you. Will NEVER like a guy like him. Though… there’s always a small part of him that maybe you two had a future together…

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You on the other hand, you always see Vance. I mean everyone in town knew who he was, he always gets into a fight. You already knew how he had girls drooling all over him. Oddly enough, you never saw him go out with a girl. Which just seemed weird to you.. I mean he does look like the type that will know.. just go out with girls every. Single. Day. Just like the other girls, you also had a tiny huge crush on Vance. I mean could you really not find him somewhat attractive? You loved everything about him. Though luckliy, Vance and you do live pretty close so you will always see him outside of school. Which for you is such an amazing opportunity to see how handsome he was. If he ever found out that you always look forward to seeing him. You think he would find you weird. Probably he already thinks that you’re a weirdo. I mean you already knew that there’s no way that Vance is the type of guy that will like a girl like you. But a girl can dream…

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jane-todd-maximoff · 1 year

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Hi! Hello!! I hope you are well, I was wondering if you could write something for Geralt? Like if the reader got injured or got like kidnapped or something (this is all very basic)...

However you like! I just like your writing!

Thank you darling! I apologize for taking so long to get it to you all. I've been having major writer's block. So I hope that you see this! Without further ado here is,

When things go wrong

Blood sweat and tears and screams have been the only thing you and Geralt have known for the past few hours or was it minutes? In all honesty it could have been days. But you couldn't tell your mind was too hazy due to the amount of the blood you lost. But let's start from the beginning, You and Geralt had been hired to take care of a striga.

The fight had lasted hours you both underestimated how powerful the striga was. Toward the end of the battle when you and Geralt had overpowered her sending it strate into the ground. You thought it had to be almost over there was already light pouring in through the windows. But all the precautions You And Geralt took weren't enough. The Striga shout up with a rowr and charged at you and Geralt. By the time Geralt got his sword at the ready, its claws were already buried into your chest.

And that was the last coherent thing you remembered. Now all you could do was feel the pain. As well as someone calling out to you. Holding you in their arms.

When the striga leapt out at you the only thing that was running in Geralt's head was anger and worry. That anger resulted in him killing the striga instead of breaking the curse like you two originally agreed upon. Right as the strigas body hit the ground he sprinted to you. He placed you in his lap cradling you as if you were a small child. “Y/N, i need you to stay awake.” he tried to make his voice as soothing as possible just in case, but he cant think like that. He should think like that.

Carefully Geralt picked you up. Applying pressure to your wound and carefully carrying you back to the inn ignoring prying eyes and praying to whatever is out there you'll be ok.

Geralt sat at your bedside watching your chest rise and fall. You've been out for two days almost three. Only waking up to scream your throat raw. Geralt watched as your body twitched. He stood up preparing himself to hold you down if you started to scream again. Thankfully this wasn't the case.

Your eyes felt heavy and your throat felt as if someone had poured acid down your throat. There was an uncomfortable warmth around you. “Geralt?” your voice was horse but you could see that Geralt cracked a rare smile.

“Shh, rest. I'll be here when you wake.” He whispered into your ear climbing into the bed and lying down next to you. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders and buried his head in your hair and whispered some comforting words.

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flowylightwitch · 1 year

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Ticci Toby aestethic

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h0unds-of-h3ll · 2 years

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I don’t know man. Obi being a father figure in this show got me whipped. AND WHEN HE USES HIS AUTHORITATIVE VOICE! *deceased*

#obi wan kenobi #obi wan x reader #obi wan kenobi x reader #ewan mcgregor #ewan mcgregor x reader #asks are always appreciated #inbox is always open #send me anything #send me asks #got me fucked up #thinkin thots

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jadeverse-asks · 2 months

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!! can i ask for some hart spirit x male reader headcanons pls 🥺

Absolutely you can!! (also hi birdflower it's been a while! ^^)

Hart Spirit x Male Reader headcanons!

• Hart is definitely that kind of partner who can act like he's full of himself once he has you. For example if you're sitting in the crowd to watch one of his live performances, he might send you a quick wink or even pull his phone out in public just to text you something sappy XD

• He's still however getting used to physical affection though...the first time you hugged him he nearly froze up and it takes a few more for him to warm up and return them since he's only received hugs at a younger age..

• That being said though, Hart's absolute favorite way of showing affection is to keep eye contact while kissing your hand...he loves seeing how much you bright up and giggle over it >3

"Oh my, your palm really likes me too huh? Figured because I'm just sooo good when I do that~"

• It takes him a bit to gather the courage to tell his fans he's dating a man....he hasn't worked up to tell his parents though since they expect him to settle down with the right girl to promote Cheer City, and he hopes his fans respect that..

"Yeah I'm dating a dude, so what? You may send all the hashtags "oh my god Hart Spirit is so gay!" but I love Y/N this much and I'm not gonna stop!"

• Of course his teleporting pom-poms of power are how he takes you to the date areas he has in mind...his favorite spots tend to be the protein smoothie bars and sometimes even the back of his bleachers so you can help him with his video challenges, or just record a nice podcast together :3

• With you around he's been reluctantly more nice to Roi and his pals, he knows his long-determination to destroy the boy isn't going to get you on good standing with him anytime soon.....Doesn't seem to stop Jenny or Guava from teasing about him and Y/N though XD

"Gah, yeah I do that with him! One more word and I'll get back to work on that doomsday dev- uh Y/N I meant to say I was just gonna build a device of love! That's exactly what I was gonna say~"

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jackie5656 · 1 year

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Here to show off my lock screen regarding my latest obsession. Feel free to use it as your own. If you have any requests or want to be part of a potential Taglist let me know! Also, if you simply want to rant abt the show spam that shit.

#spam my inbox #inbox is always open #imagines #fanfic #request #inbox <3 #inbox requests #lockwood and lucy #lockwood x reader #lockwood and co #anthony lockwood

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honey-on-your-tongue · 1 year

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want jake sully to just fuck reader over and over, he can't get enough with that filled up messy wet pussy, even after all night 🥺👉👈

😩😩😩😩 sloppy rounds all night??? Yes please 🥵🥵🥵🥵

The night is dark and warm. The plants around you cast a soft glow on your sins with each movement your bodies make.

Jake holds onto your hips with a fierce grip, keeping you on your knees, your chest against the ground as he fucks you from behind. You're mewling and crying, eyes rolling into the back of your head.

You've lost count of how many times you've come, how many times you've squirted all over Jake, how many times he's filled you with his thick load.

The sound of your squelching pussy is so loud. Between your slick that's smearing on your thighs and Jake's hips, and Jake's cum that drips out of you, you're a mess. You drip everywhere, soaking the ground below with your slick. Your drool trickles out of your mouth and down your chin while tears cascade down your face.

“Daddy!” you whimper, weak and only half-conscious. “Daddy.”

Jake spanks your ass, making you jolt, and he orders, “Shut it. You wanted me to fuck you, and that's what I'm doin'.”

He's not wrong. You were begging him to fill you, to fuck you over and over. You just didn't think he'd take it so literally. It's like he can't get enough, like no matter how many orgasms he has, he still has more to spill into you.

You whine, your cunt raw from his thick cock, your cervix bruised from the bulbous head. Even your folds are swollen from his heavy balls crashing into them with each merciless thrust.

You can't distinguish pleasure from pain anymore. Are you in so much pain that it's pleasurable? Or are you in so much pleasure that it's painful? You can't tell. You don't care. You can't do much but take Jake's assault on your body; you just let him fuck you.

He's using you, rutting into you like you're a toy, like you can't feel what he's doing to you. And that's the problem. You love it. You love the way he treats you like a plaything, how he uses you to get off. It drives you insane; and what's worse, Jake knows that.

His predatory amber eyes are locked on your pussy, on the way his cock slips in and out, covered in his cum and your arousal. The sounds you make drive him insane. Every little moan and gasp, every whimper, every time you call him Daddy.

Fuck, it makes him pound you harder, makes him dizzy with lust, his fingers digging into your hips, his cock bruising your gummy walls.

“My fuckin' girl,” he groans, dragging his canines over his lower lip. “This pretty pussy so wet f'r me. So fuckin' full.”

You mewl, body trembling, yet another orgasm building within you. “Please, Daddy,” you beg, sobbing. “Please! Can't 'nymore!”

“Yes, you can,” Jake replies, squeezing your ass. “You will.”

You shake your head, hiccuping. “'s too much!” you insist, the pleasure within you building like a flash flood, eviscerating everything in its path, growing suddenly and without warning until you're coming again, squirting onto Jake.

You whimper, nails digging into the soil below, body shaking violently.

Jake groans as you soak him yet again, the feel of your gushing arousal making his cock twitch inside you. “That's my girl,” he grunts, spanking your ass, watching it bounce from the force. “My fuckin' baby, always such a good slut.”

You sob, trying to move away from him, but you're weak and his hands on your hips hold you in place. “Daddy,” you gasp, crying. “Daddy! Please!”

“'m not done with you yet, sweet,” he says, his swollen balls aching with another nearing orgasm. “I won't be done for a long while.”

You shake your head, crying, desperate and pathetic. “'s too much! I can't!”

“Shh,” Jake coos. “Trust me, baby, hm? Just lemme take care 'f you, alright?”

“No!” you whine, mouth saying one thing while your throbbing pussy says another. Your body loves this, loves how cruel Jake can be. Even if you wanted to, you know you'd never stop him. You're too hooked on the pleasure to actually want to stop. It's not so much a matter of wanting Jake to quit his brutal fucking; it's more the loss of power you feel. You adore the fact that he's so much stronger than you, love that he's mean enough to use his strength and prove how weak you are for him.

Jake spanks you again. “Quit your whinin',” he hisses. “Y'already know things are done my way. I'll fuck you until I want to, until I decide you've had enough, hm?”

You gasp, another orgasm rising to the surface, your overly-sensitive body on the verge of breaking. “Daddy!” you whine, half-warning, half-begging him.

Jake chuckles. “Already?” he mocks. “You're losing your touch, sweetheart. You used to take my cock for hours, kid.”

But it has been hours, and Jake knows. He's never fucked you this long, never been this insistent on leaving you trembling and gasping and weak. He just likes to tease you, likes to degrade you only to praise you afterwards.

You cry out as you come, your limbs shaking, body going limp from the excessive pleasure. You're seeing stars; they dance behind your eyelids, make you silly and incoherent as you blubber out sentences. You mix your words, starting your sentences with begging Jake to stop and ending them with pleads for him to keep going.

Jake feels your cunt tighten around him, and he decides it's enough. He's fucked you dumb already, and his guilt is starting to take over.

His thrusts grow sloppy as he feels himself closer to the edge, as his cock twitches inside of you in warning.

“Fuck,” he groans, throwing his head back. “Last one, baby. Give me one more and we're done, alright?”

You nod, eager, trying to push your hips back to meet Jake's thrusts, but you're too weak to do anything but let him use you. “Daddy!” you cry, your pleasure scratching at the insides of your womb, dark corners forming at the edges of your vision. “Oh, Daddy!”

And then you're tumbling over the edge, orgasm bursting through you as you squirt for what feels like the millionth time. And it's the final straw for Jake.

He grunts, body shuddering as he comes inside you, his load spilling into you and then dripping out from how stuffed you are. “Goddamn,” Jake groans, his hips finally ceasing their cruel thrusts, his body finally giving yours a break.

Jake pulls out of you and you just about collapse on the ground, body trembling with the aftershocks of your pleasure, your eyes fluttering shut as exhaustion takes over you.

Jake chuckles softly as he lies beside you. He presses a kiss to your shoulder, his hands finding your body and caressing all the sore places he's been abusing for hours.

“You good, angel?” he asks, kissing your temple.

You nod, weak, sleep taking over you. “'m fine,” you tell him.

Jake smiles down at you, his eyes studying your gorgeous face, his heart racing out of his chest at the knowledge that you're his. Mind, body, and soul, you're his.

Just like he's yours. Just like he always will be.

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nicole2kewt · 1 year

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rainbowdelicsunshine · 1 year

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New Ask Game: What TV Trope from Tv tropes do you think I fit into! Bonus if you also link/add a small summary of said trope/s!

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writebackatya · 11 months

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Based on that last incorrect quotes, what do you think Gyro, Fenton, and Gandra’s favorite flavors of ice cream would be?

Gyro - Mint Chocolate Chip (but it has to be green)

Fenton - Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough

Gandra - Rocky Road

Honestly, we as a fandom all need to discuss this topic: What is everyone’s favorite ice cream flavors.?I’m sure we all have our own ideas

and the weather is getting warm where I live so im all for talking about ice cream flavors

#thanks for the ask!#no seriously was not expecting it and this one was a lot of fun #also yeah those are all great flavors #and green mint ice cream is waaaaaaay better than white mint ice cream #ducktales headcanons #ducktales fandom #ducktales 2017 #gyro gearloose #fenton crackshell cabrera #gandra dee #inbox is always open #tokuvivor #writebackatya

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creamymilkk · 2 years

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⋆·˚ ༘ * ♡. 📞 Do it for me. 📞 .♡

༉‧₊˚ #Finney Blake x reader

. ˚₊ ꒱ Pairing/Pairings: Finney Blake and GN! Reader.

༉‧₊˚ -Format: Blurb/Head-canons.

× &﹕Summary: “I have a request! Can you maybe do a Finney Blake x reader where his S/O ( The reader ) went missing and now once he gets kidnapped, he gets a call from the reader? How would he react? You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to!!”

×﹕♺ AUTHOR’S NOTE(S): a other Finney Blake fanfic!! I’m doing all my requests then I will post chapter 3!!

masterlist | Requests: OPEN | tags: @graciegizmo3184

- You were kidnapped right after Vance Hopper so you guys don’t get confused.

- You were walking home and told Finney that he doesn’t have to walk to your home since your house and Finneys are very far away.

- He agreed even though he did want to walk with you and you got kidnapped the same way Finney did.

- So right after Finney got a call from Vance about how to escape.

- You called him right after Vance.

- Which lead to a phone call:,)

Finney's ears still were hurting after Vance Hopper screamed at him saying ‘THIS ISN'T ABOUT YOU.’ He still helped him to escape The Grabber.

He was still waiting for another phone call. So someone else can help me out of here, the grabber was taking his time to kill him.

RING RING RING.

‘There’s another phone call.’ He thought, he slowly walked to the phone and answered it. “Hello?” He was waiting for the other person to answer.

“It’s been too long, Fin..” the soft voice spoke out. Finney was confused about who this was, the voice was a bit too quiet to even know who this was...

“What’s your name?” “You don’t remember me..?” The voice was much clearer and that’s what hit him.

It was y/n. “Y-y/n?” “You do remember me,” Y/n said. Finney's thoughts were all over the place. He couldn’t believe you were here, talking to you. Wherever you were he couldn’t believe how long it was since the last time he talked to you.

That day he really wished he didn’t listen to you and walked you home or even let you sleep over in his house. Or somewhere so you wouldn’t die…

He missed you a lot and didn’t know how to explain it in words, he missed you so much it hurts. “I-... I’m sorry I wasn’t there... I'm sorry I DIDN'T help you.” Finney cried out.

“Don’t be... either way I would end up here.” You mumbled back, Finney wished you were here. Just to see you one last time. But that was just a wish, an impossible wish.

“I miss you, Finney. I don’t want you to end up like me, I want you to live out your dreams.” “I-It won’t be the same without y-you,” Finney said, still crying. He wanted to hug you, to speak face to face.

One thing he didn’t know was that you were right next to him. Looking at him, you were about to cry but you didn’t. You had no more tears to cry. All you wanted was Finney to escape from this shit hole.

To make the grabber suffer. For doing this to you and for kidnapping Finney. You wanted to kiss him or even just hug him.

“Come on Fin, I want you to escape. If you won’t do it for yourself then.. do it for me.” You said your voice is still kinda shaky. Finney thought he would do it for you. He will never forget you. He promised.

“Okay.” “I don’t have enough time. I need to go, I love you fin.” You said to him. With hope in your eyes and pretty sure you saw his eyes shine a bit more.

“I love you too.”

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