#mike shmidt fanfic

[coryosbaby]

—ᴇʟᴇᴠᴀᴛᴏʀ.

Dark! Mike Shmidt x fem! family friend! Reader

♡ Content warning . mentions of a custody battle, enemies to lovers with no real explanation, stuck in an elevator trope — hard dom! Mike, oral (m recieving), pnv, doggy, , degradation, rough hate sex, creampie, breeding

“…And that is why, Mr… Shmidt. That is why, as of right now, we are placing Abby in this young lady’s care.”

Mike’s jaw clenches as he watches his own personal hell unfold before him. He watches you sign the custody form for Abby, watches the pink fur hat on top of your head and your dumb revealing sweater and your short skirt and wonders why in the hell the court would ever choose a slut like you over him to care for a child. You have a good job and experience in childcare, sure, but Mike knows you. You don’t know your right from your left (literally). What makes anyone think that you can take care of his little sister?

He clenches his fists at his sides. You have a smug look on your face, as if you’ve won the Cold War. You have a tendency to challenge Mike, but he never thought you’d take it this far. Keeping family out of your quarrels was always an unspoken agreement. Mike clears his throat, shoving down the anger blooming in his chest.

“Understood.” He mutters. “I’ll bring some of her stuff over as soon as possible.”

Smiling, you get up from your seat (one you had asked for after the first one was too hard, or some dumb shit).

“Great! I’m glad we have the matter settled.” And then, with an amused, despicable glint in your eye, “No hard feelings, Mikey.”

Mikey. A name he hasn’t heard from your lips in such a long, long time. He’s so close to doing the same thing that he did to that guy in the fountain to you. Never in his life has he ever been so provoked to hit someone. But he holds back, let’s out a breath of air, and says nothing. The lawyers around the both of you pack up, sensing the tension but not wanting to deal with it. You gather up your purse and pull out a tube of lipstick, reapplying it onto your lips through a compact mirror. Shutting it, you see that Mike is the only one in the room.

“Walk with me?” You ask, and Mike’s eyebrows furrow in confusion.

“What?”

“This whole building is filled with only men,” you infer, frowning. “I don’t like it. You’re the only one I trust.”

His eyes, enraged, look at you as he clenches his jaw.

“I wouldn’t.”

Rolling your eyes, you begin to walk out of the room. Mike trails behind you, ignoring the swaying of your curves as you open the glass door. He catches up to you in an instant, as you head for the elevator.

“This is low, you know. Even for you.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. This isn’t about me and you, Mike. It’s about Abby.”

He scoffs, as you both approach the big metal elevator at the end of the hallway. “Yeah, right. Because you’ve always had such a desire to be a mother.”

Turning to him as you press the down button in front of the elevator, your gaze is harsh.

“You don’t know me, Mike.”

Mike smiles, not a hint of amusement on his face.

“I know enough.”

And turning towards the elevator, he steps in. You follow him afterwards, rolling your eyes as the door slides shut.

After a few seconds, however, a groaning sound escapes from the confines of the small box. Eyebrows furrowing, your heart beginning to pound, you watch with horror as the emergency light flashes on the elevator wall. The contraption stops completely, and now you’ve come to terms with your worst nightmare.

Your stuck in this fucking elevator.

And as if God is punishing you, he also decides to stick you in this enclosed space with Mike fucking Schmidt.

You want to die.

Anxiety begins to plague you; not necessarily from being alone with Mike. More so of being stuck in a small room such as this. The claustrophobia is really not helping you right now.

“What the fuck?” Mike curses loudly. “Why the hell isn’t it working?”

“How the fuck should I know?” You snap, putting your head in your hands. You lean back against the nearest wall and slide down against it. Your bottom lip wobbles, your foot tapping anxiously, but you refuse to cry. Not here. Not in front of him.

Mike looks closely at you, his mouth forming into a frown.

“Are you crying?”

You quickly shake your head, embarrassment dripping off of you in waves as you conceal yourself. After a moment, you can hear the sound of Mike pulling out his cell phone. He researches the name of the building and types in their number.

“Hey,” he says to the person on the other line. “Yeah, we’re trapped in one of your elevators, man. It just stopped. I don’t know—“

He pauses, listening to the other person reply.

“Oh. Is there anyway that you can get it fixed… quicker? … of course, of course. I understand. Thank you.”

Hanging up the call, he groans, and slides down to the floor across from you.

“They said it’s done this before and it’ll be an hour before they can get it up and running again.”

A few stray tears fall from your face, and you sniffle. “Okay.”

Mike sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose with his fingers.

“Stop.” He mutters. “Stop crying. It’s pathetic.”

Your face crinkles up in anger and you wipe your eyes with your hands.

“Fuck you.”

Mike scoffs, turning his head to the side with a smirk on his face.

“Again?”

You growl, angrily typing on your phone on twitter as a way to ignore him.

Mike watches you with contempt. His eyes trail over your legs, thick thighs wrapped up in fishnet stockings. You’ve changed your hair color since you last saw him.

“Your hair looks nice,” he states, and you’re confused as to why he’s being nice for a moment. Until his mouth is dripping with malice and he says, “Abby likes that color.”

You scoff, flicking your acrylics as you attempt to wipe off the mascara that had run down your face.

“Whatever.” You say snarkily, and Mike’s head snaps towards you, his jaw clenching once again.

“Why are you such a bitch?” He seethes, as if he hasn’t been a complete dickhead for the past ten minutes. You shrug, slipping your coat off your shoulders. It’s become unbearably hot in here.

“Why are you so stupid?” You reply, then smirk. “Your iq must be as low as your height.”

“Oh, fuck you.” Mike growls, throwing his phone down next to him. “You’re so petty. You insult people like a child.”

“Maybe if you weren’t so full of it I wouldn’t have to.”

Mike’s fists clench at his sides, but he says nothing. But of course, you can’t keep your mouth shut.

“How have you been sleeping, by the way? Are you still…” You motion your hands as if you’re popping a pill into your mouth.

Mike’s jaw clenches tightly as he glares at you.

“That’s none of your business.”

“It kind of is, actually,” you press. “A pillhead taking care of a child is definitely a scandal.”

He doesn’t say anything. His fingers tap against the metal floor of the elevator.

“Don’t worry, though.” Smiling, you tilt your head. “Even if you hate me, Abby is going to be so much happier with me then she is with you.”

And with a head that whips around faster than lightening, Mike snaps.

He pushes himself up to his feet and gets down on his knees in front of you to grab your throat with his strong hand. Shaking you, gripping the sides of your neck like he intends to kill, he sneers.

“Say one more thing about it, you fucking slut. I dare you.”

You should be scared. But you’ve always loved a challenge, and right now seems to be a big one. You just smirk at him and peer through hooded lashes.

“Or what?” You mumble out. It’s hard to talk, or even breathe, but it doesn’t matter. Because as fucked up as it is, this is lowkey turning you on— but you aren’t going to admit that.

Leaning in closer to you so he can pierce through your eyes with his burning gaze, Mike chuckles dryly. A dangerous glint flashes through his eyes.

“Or I’ll fucking kill you.”

Something clenches in your stomach, and you can’t tell if it’s fear or arousal. Your vision is starting to blur, and with teary eyes you shake your head against his grip. He looks down to your chest before finally releasing you of his grasp. Your doe eyes look up at him with something Mike can’t quite place as you gasp for air and your nimble fingers begin to massage your throat.

And something switches in him, as he looks down at you. Watching you sit on the floor with your skirt riding up, your makeup all messy and smeared, your tits hanging out. He wants to make you hurt.

“Get on your knees.”

It’s less of a suggestion and more of a demand, and you’re taken aback.

“What?” You say, exasperated.

“Did I fucking stutter?” He reaches down, hands wrapping around your hair as he yanks you towards his handsome face. “Get. On. Your. Knees.”

Gulping, you look at the now prominent tent in his jeans, and back up to him. You move up onto your knees, just like he asked. He begins unbuckling his belt. Soon he slides it out of the belt loops and wraps it around your throat. You squeak when he ties the leather around your neck, and Mike gives it a tug as a way to check the sustainability. It doesn’t budge.

“Just like you need,” he grunts, letting go of the leather and beginning to unbutton his fly. “A leash. Some fucking discipline, for once.”

Watching with your mouth agape, Mike unzips his fly and reveals his underwear.

“Mike—“ you start, but he shuts you up when he hooks his thumbs around the waist of his briefs.

“Shut up.” He snaps. He pulls the fabric down, his thick cock slapping against his lower stomach. Everything is happening so quickly and it has your head spinning. He grabs the leather around your neck and tugs, practically shoving your face against his cock. His precum smears on your cheek and your pussy clenches.

“Suck it.” He says harshly. Your mouth, still open in an O, catches on Mike’s aching tip and he lets out a low hiss. He harshly presses his cockhead deeper into your mouth, grinding his hips as a way to push himself further into you. “I said suck it, bitch.”

You cry against him, but all the while your wetness is beginning to seep down your thighs. Your tongue lolls out against your own will, tasting a sliver of the cock you used to know so well.

“Fuck,” Mike grunts. His tip hits the back of your throat and you gag loudly. “Missed this slut mouth…”

His fingers wrap around the belt again, and he pulls forward. Your throat is already starting to feel sore from his harsh fucking. Your hands land on his thick hairy thighs, gripping the skin as you try your best to take him.

Even when you hate him, you can’t help but do your best to please.

“Always running that fuckin’ mouth,” Mike rants. “Always needing something to shut it the fuck up.”

You mewl around his cock, working your lips up and down against his awaiting thrusts. Tears fall freely down your cheeks, your neck and face incredibly hot. His heavy sack slaps against your chin with each hit. When you make a small, pained sound around him, the pressure on your throat causing a lot of pain, Mike just chuckles.

“Hurts, doesn’t it?”

Your head is fuzzy, your mind already fucked out. And like god answers your prayers, Mike finally, finally pulls you off of his length. You fall to the floor with a heaving cough as you try to gain oxygen back to your lungs. He grabs your limp body and flips you onto your stomach, his large hands taking hold of your thighs and pulling you up so your ass is in the air. He flips your skirt up, exposing you to the small space of the elevator and snapping the waistband of your panties against your skin.

“Such a little cocktease,” mike rants, his thumb rubbing over one of your asscheeks. “Always tryna’ rile me up. Aching for my attention.”

You whimper when he pulls down your lace underwear in one go, not even bothering to fully take it off and instead keeping it wrapped around your knees. He spreads your asscheeks in his hands, watching your asshole clench and your pussy drip with need.

“Been real quiet since I fucked your throat,” he continues, and you hear rusting behind you. “Guess I finally figured out a way to shut you up.”

And when his pants are down to his thighs and his bare cock presses against your entrance, you drool onto the dirty floor below you. Mike’s cock stretches your tight walls ruthlessly, and he doesn’t hesitate to push fast into you so he can fuck you sooner. His big hand splays across the back of your head and pushes you down onto the floor tiles, your cheek cold from the material touching your skin. His grip is mean, cold, and he begins to pound you with no remorse, no mercy, no sympathy. You cry as his hips slap against your backside, mutters of “Mikey, please, Mikey,” spilling from your cockdrunk lips. His hands wrap around his belt, the one around your neck, and he pulls it taut against your throat. You choke, gasping for breath, and your vision blurs. His breath is hot against your ear as he utters out another set of words.

“Such a good little fuckhole…I missed it, shit.”

Your hand wraps around the belt to loosen his hold. He lets up, but his thrusts do not. Your knees ache and will probably bruise later, but’s it’s worth it. You can feel he’s close by the way he keeps slurring his filthy words, the way his thrusts begin to stutter. Your eyes widen as his cum shoots deep into your womb, filling you up and spilling over the rim of your pussy. He collapses against you, and you yourself have already collapsed against the floor with your body arching at an almost impossible angle. Mike slips out of you, watching the way his cum drips down your thighs, and lets out a chuckle.

“Guess you’ll have another kid to take care of now.”

notes: this is absolutely terrible, take it as u will

#Mike Schmidt #mike schmidt x reader #dark! Mike Schmidt #Mike Schmidt x fem! reader #Mike Schmidt smut #mike shmidt fanfic #Fnaf #Fnaf movie #five nights at Freddy’s #five nights at Freddy’s movie #five nights at Freddy’s fanfic #Fnaf fanfic #josh hutcherson

[jealousjersey]

𐙚₊˚⊹♡”fuck you”⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

ᯓ★ tags : gn!soft!dom!reader x sub!clapton davis. requested by anon.

ᯓ★ enemies to lovers (been wanting to write one of these for so long. tysm anon for bringing me back, i am so unmotivated rn)

ᯓ★ mentions : soft-dom reader x sub clapton davis, edging, degrading kink, vulgar language, unprotected sex, cream pies, both reader and clapton are of age. keep it 18+ guys, porn with plot, mostly just jersey horny rambling

everything is doing well in your last period AP biology class, except one thing. your lab partner is clapton davis. the one person in this school you don’t get along with. he annoys you and teases you whenever he can, honestly you don’t even know how he got into honors classes, you weren’t even sure he was going to college, but that’s none of your business right now.

“hey loser” clapton sits beside you and smacks his gum in his mouth. you hate when he does that, or anything really. “do you have any idea what we’re doing? i’ve been confused this entire time” he says genuinely. for the first time in his life he actually wants to ask for help.

“uh yeah, we’re just supposed to research stem cell differentiations. it’s easy don’t worry we can get this done in like 20 minutes” you say confidently. you actually have no idea how to go about this project but honestly it doesn’t matter.

“oh, okay. are we gonna do the project at my house or yours?” he asks, almost nervous to ask.

“mine is fine” you say as his face turns a light shade of pink from the invitation. he quickly hides his face, and especially the blush creeping up on his cheeks.

“you know, you’re pretty cute when you’re quiet” you tease. obviously trying to get under his skin.

“s-shut up. just shut up” he sutters, the pink still on his cheeks. this makes you giggle, seeing how he just melts when you take charge, when over something as simple as directing a project.

after the bell rings, you get out of your chair and pack your things up, clapton frantically says “hey, wait up-”

you take your earbud out and reply with a simple “hm?”

“am i riding with you- or-?” he asks, almost unsure about the situation.

“yeah, you can ride with me. just- wipe your shoes before you get in my car” you say as you lead him out to the parking lot to your forest green dodge charger srt. he’s almost in awe of your car. he now knows why you asked that of him.

as you two ride to his house, you notice something. is he fucking hard right now? you think as your eyes gaze at his bulge in his pants. you let out a small chuckle on accident.

“what?” clapton asks, repositioning himself to where his package isn’t on full display. he now knows you know, and god is he embarrassed. his cheeks are bright red as his leg bounces up and down

“you- you got something in your pants clapton” you laugh. obviously teasing him at this point.

“just- just drive, okay?” he says, face pink as a beam of sweat falls from his forehead. god he’s cute when he’s nervous.

as you both arrive at your house, he goes inside with his bookbag on. you lead him to your room, a minimalist decorated with colorful art on the walls. your room looks like a museum, well it a museum had a tv and a cd player- but nonetheless, your room was nice and clapton liked it. he especially liked the vanilla scent in your house.

“so- let’s address it, why did you get all hot and bothered in my car?” you mention, and it’s obvious now. he’s blushing like crazy, just like a little sub. it’s really adorable actually, but you just want to see how far you can take this.

he doesn’t respond, but his bulge is back. and you just have to take care of this, before any work can get done. “you want some help?” you offer as you smile teasingly. he just nods his head up and down acceptingly, he needed this, especially after you teasing him almost made him cum in his pants.

you unbuckle his jeans and he whimpers at the touch of you. god he was such a little bottom for you, just putty in your hands. as you get his pants off, you notice the precum leaking through his boxers and you immediately get turned on by the sight. you imagine the taste of his cum and how his dick would feel twitching inside of you.

you take his throbbing dick out of his boxers, he’s average but girthy. the tip is bright pink, soaked in precum. as you hold his cock on your hands you rub your thumb over his slit. he twitches instantly. “fuck, please- please fuck me” he whimpers. you smile at the sound of his groans for you. “you gonna be a good boy? gonna listen to me and do what i say?” you ask.

“fuck…yes i’ll be a good boy….just for you.” he says as he bucks his hips into your hands. you smile at his response, just what you wanted to hear. you sit on his cock and bouncing up and down, overstimulating him as his jaw goes slack as he moans softly “fuck…fuck yes…god you feel s’good” his eyes roll back in his head as his dick twitches inside you

“fuck, fuck- i’m- gon- gonna cum” he stammers. “cum inside, you’ve been a good boy.” you reply.

he shoots hot thick lines of cum inside you, filling you up. he’s so far inside you that there’s not even a chance of him for you to leak out. he basically bred you, but god it felt so good.

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[scarisd3ad]

The night before Christmas - promptmas day 11

Pairing - mike afton/Schmidt x reader, Abby + mother figure!reader

Warnings - none

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On the night before Christmas, everything seemed to be in chaos. As I got ready to tuck Abby into bed, I found myself running around trying to accomplish everything at once - cooking, cleaning, and doing all the household chores. Suddenly, I found myself in need of a dustpan. “MIKE! Do you know where the dustpan is?!” I shouted from the kitchen. “NOPE! Look in the bathroom!” he replied from the couch. I couldn’t help but feel a bit frustrated with his lack of help. As I passed by the living room on my way to the bathroom, I heard a sigh and the sound of the couch squeaking as Mike got up. As I picked up the dustpan, I felt a gentle arm on my shoulder.

I turn to see Mike’s apologetic look. “What do you need me to do?” he asks softly. I sigh before handing him the dustpan. “Can you sweep the kitchen...and check on the potatoes? I need to tuck Ab in,” he chuckles as he nods. “y’know she doesn’t need to be tucked in. She’s 10,” I shrugged. There was nothing wrong with still being tucked in at 10. Hell, my mom was still reading my sister and me books to sleep at that age.

When I walked into Abby’s room, she was sitting at her desk in her pajamas with a crayon in her hand as she drew. “Alright, Ab time for bed,” I declared. She looks up at me as she drops the crayon in her hand. She sighs “Alright.”

After tucking Abby in, she looked up at me asking, “Do you think Santa knows I want a 64-pack of crayons? I didn’t put it on my list?” I nod. There was a pack secretly tucked away in Mike and I’s closet paired with a pack of the nice sketch paper she liked. “Yeah, Santa he knows everything even if you don’t tell him” Her eyes widen in fear “So he knows about the-“ I quickly nod to shut her up “Yup he knows about that. Just go to bed, alright?” she sighs as her head leans further into her pillow.

After Abby had turned off the lights and we knew she was asleep, Mike and I ended up lying on the living room floor amidst all the gifts, wrapping paper, and tape. By the end of the night, there was tape stuck to parts of our clothing that we couldn’t see, and there were about 5 million presents messily wrapped under the Christmas tree.

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me staring at me phone in pain and disbelief when a mike shmidt fanfic calls him “mikey” or mike calls reader “babygirl”

(there are tears streaming down my face.)

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[coryosbaby]

content warning . Succubus! Reader, nsfw content below the cut

Luring Mike from the chaos of a friend’s party he had decided to attend, your glowing red eyes trapping him inside your powerful gaze. Nodding your head towards an empty bedroom, enticing the boy with your hips as you move towards it. His steps becoming ever so heavy as he trails behind you, fixated.

Wrapping yourself around him, throwing your head back as his aching cock fills you. His eyes, glazed and hypnotized, scraping over your form as he bites his lower lip. Running your hands through his sandy brown hair, licking at his lips with an intense ferocity. Your teeth, ever so sharp, scraping against his jugular. Delicious, sweet man flesh.

It would be so easy to rip out his throat, now. You could drink from his veins, drain his life away and make it your own. You could wait until he orgasms, that way he’d taste oh so sweeter, and you could lick up his creamy spend from his then flaccid cock. It could be perfect that way.

But…he’s different from the other ones. Looking at him now— strong, hairy chest, brown doe eyes, blushing face— you don’t want to kill him just yet. Especially not when his girthy length is fucking you so good; he’s thrusting in from below you, sweet sounds whining from his throat, utters of, “please,” “so beautiful” “let me cum inside you” falling from his kiss bitten lips. His fingers reach down to play with your clit— oh, he’s not a greedy one, is he? No, no, he likes to please…loves to please. Something powerful surges through you when he makes you cum. If the lights flicker uncontrollably, Mike is too fucked dumb to notice.

He’s trying to make you cum again. At the last minute, right when you’re on the edge of your orgasm, he draws his hand away. His thrusts don’t slow— in fact they increase. Your nails draw blood on his shoulders, and you hiss.

“Little mortal.. playing games, hm?”

A guttural moan rips through his throat, but not before the grin forms on his plump mouth.

“Love to play games.”

His finger goes up to play with your bottom lip, but you push it away.

“I wouldn’t do that,” you warn. “I might bite.”

He laughs— a deliberate, real laugh— and something flutters in your inhuman heart.

“Maybe I do, too.”

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[jealousjersey]

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ ⊹₊.༄ pussy pleaser ⊹₊｡₊°❀⋆ೃ࿔*:･

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°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ mike schmidt eats you out

a/n: IM BACKKKKK probably won’t post as much, been busy af. more of a short blurb but i promise longer fics coming soon!

mentions: afab fem pronoun reader x munch!mike. cum eating, pussy eating,

˖°𓇼🌊⋆🐚⋆.ೃ࿔*:･˖°𓇼🌊⋆🐚⋆.ೃ࿔*:･˖°𓇼🌊⋆🐚

mikes been obsessed with you since you started babysitting for him. something about you in being in those tight leggings drove him mad. he keeps wondering how you taste, how you look naked, and what your orgasm face looks like. the thought alone consumes him. it gets especially bad when he’s working night shifts, staring at a picture of you from your social media for hours on end, just wondering how you look from his point of view, preferably with his face between your legs.

tonight mike comes home from work to you, sitting on the couch awake. you had already put abby to sleep and you were just up fucking around, reading a book or watching a movie, whatever the case, he’s just glad your awake.

seeing you nearly burns a whole through his jeans, just by looking at your fat ass in your tight leggings he’s already soaking with precum. you consume every waking thought he has.

“hey, surprised you’re still awake” he says softly, noticing the quietness of the room.

“yeah, i tried going to sleep on your couch but i just couldn’t” you say, eyes heavy as you yawn

“do you want me to help you…get to sleep?” he asks, almost innocently. his eyes are full of concern and lust. he needs to taste you. even if it’s just once.

as he says this you have a confused look on your face. “how?” you ask innocently

“i’m gonna eat you out.” he says nervously yet firmly. he needs to do this and he won’t take no for an answer.

“if you insist” you laugh as mike leads you to his room. as soon as you sit on his bed he rips your pants off of you and pulls your panties down just enough so he can lick a thick strip down your folds. you yelp at the warmth of his tongue on you.

mikes eyes are filled with lust and desire as he stares at your cunt, soaking wet. “holy fuck” he whispers at the sight of you. it’s more than he imagined, he worships your pussy. mike can’t get enough of your taste. he pushes his tongue deep inside you as his fingers rub your clit.

mike removes his tongue from you as he suctions himself onto your clit. his fingers curl inside you as you moan softly. “oh fuck mike” you moan softly, his free hand instinctively covers your mouth, muffling you as you bite on his finger, trying your best not to be loud but god you can’t help it.

“mike im gonna cum” you whimper through his hands, still muffling you. you feel him smile as his teeth brush against your clit. he curls his fingers inside you once more, the sensation being all you needed to cum all over his face. he moans unashamed. he gets more pleasure out of this than you think. mike sits up, his face glistening with your liquids. he smiles as he wipes his face with your underwear.

this really was the best sleep aid for you. you don’t even bother to clean yourself up, knowing mike will do it. you start to fall asleep as he gets you dressed in his clothes.

#jersey writes #IM BACK #josh hutcherson #mike shmidt #five nights at freddy's #fanfic #smut #mike schmidt x reader smut #jealousjersey #mike schimdt fanfic #mike schmidt headcanons #mike schmidt x y/n #mike schmidt fluff #mike schimdt x reader #mike schmidt #mike schimdt x you

[jealousjersey]

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ˖ ⊹ ࣪ ˖”come home”⊹ ࣪ ˖ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ⊹ ࣪ ˖

☆ tags // mike schmidt x reader, loser!mike x dom!gn!reader,

☆ mentions // mike is a needy loser who begs for your attention, dick sucking, edging, cum drinking, reader doms mike, angst, fluff, smut, needy and desperate mike, reader has like wrapped around their finger., missionary, unprotected p in v (wrap it) minors dni 18+

☆ a/n // i still love writing for mike schmidt this is heaven ty lou

your work has been consuming you, working long hours, barely coming home on time, sleeping all until your next shift and just being busy. your boyfriend, mike, hates it. he hates that you’re never home, he hates that he never sees you, and he hates that you two haven’t had sex in weeks.

he’s been a brat about it ever since you took more hours, and he never took the time to realize that you’re only working so hard to provide for things he’d want, i mean, you are the house breadwinner. ever since his pizzeria secrurity job ended you’ve had to work since he couldn’t get hired anywhere.

as you’re working you get texts after texts from mike. “are you gonna be home on time?” “i miss you.” “i need you it’s been so long” he spams you.

god, he’s so needy. you roll your eyes at the text. if he doesn’t chill the hell out for atleast 3 more hours you’re going to loose your mind, does he not know that it’s hard for you too?

as the hours go by you think of ways to surprise him. maybe some lingerie? maybe a new toy for you two to experiment with? maybe some flavored lube? the possibilities are endless. you count down to the second you get off your shift, simply texting mike “wait up on me, i have a surprise.” as you clock out and go to your car.

you arrive at the nearest mall and get a cute lingerie set from the Spencer’s located within. a black lacy bra with a golden heart charm between the breasts, the bottom piece is a black and lacy with “baby” on the butt written in rhinestones. you knew he would love it but you didn’t expect him to like it as much as he did.

as you’re getting back in your car to drive home, you get a sudden rush of excitement. wondering how he’ll react at the site of you. you even put on red lipstick to top it all off. as you arrive at home, you change into your new set in your car, it fit perfectly around your shape. you swiftly but your work clothes back on. you still need this to be a surprise.

you enter the house and throw your keys on the kitchen table. you walk into your room and mike is waiting patiently for you, god his bulge is showing just by the thought of you coming home.

before he could say anything you strip as soon as you get through your door, watching his eyes gaze at your body in your new set. giving him a spin around so he could see your rhinestone covered ass.

mikes eyes widen at the site of you, a wet spot already forming at the tip of the tent in his sweatpants. “oh my god” he says softly as he stares at your figure.

you stand in your set in front of him, your fingers dancing across your chest, driving him crazy. you get on your knees in front of him and bring his sweatpants down, followed by his boxers. pulling them down just below his balls. his dick springs out of his pants, hot and red at the tip with precum pooling out.

you leave one kiss on his tip as your lips take in his precum. leaving the red lipstick kiss mark on his dick. he immediately groans at the sensation, feeling better than he has in weeks just by the expectation of you giving him head.

but you’re not giving in that easily. you kiss and lick around his shaft, but never long enough for him to get a release from it, your lipstick leaving red stains all around his hard on.

“please suck, i’ve been thinking about it all night please” he pleads with almost tears in his eyes from the overstimulation. it’s so cute seeing him like this but who are you to say no to his request?

as per his request you start, you wrap your red lips around his tip and his hand pushes your head down, it’s almost insulting but god, it’s so needy of him and that drove you crazy. you fully emerge yourself around him and he lets out a sore whimper.

you gag on his dick as you’re sucking, he throws his head back and keeps his hand on the back of your head, gripping on your hair. his dick twitches in your mouth signaling he’s close to cumming. “m’gonna cum” he moans, only the whites of his eyes showing. as his words hit your ears you stop, red lipstick covering the shaft of him.

he looks devastated at your action. “please let me cum, i’ve been waiting so long.” he begs. it’s almost cute how desperate he is for you. you want to keep going for him but you stop yourself. “now is it really fair if you get to get off and i don’t? is that fair? i’ve been waiting just as long as you have.” you say

you push him back on the bed, his dick springing up, tip still red and sensitive. you wrap your hands around him, feeling the warmth of him.

you basically rip your panties off of yourself, positioning yourself on top of him, sliding his dick inside you, grinding on him as you look him in the eyes. “you look so pretty when i’m overstimulating your dick. so, so pretty.” you say as you place a hand on his cheek

he moans your name as he places his hands on your hips, so tightly that you’re certain it’ll leave bruises. you want that, the pain would be a reminder of this amazing night.

your hair flips around your neck, your face flushed with a pink tint and sweat beaming off your forehead. his dick assaults your walls as his tip brushes your gspot causing you to let out a soft moan of his name. his fingers make their way to your clit, moving soft circles along it, making you pant soft sounds.

mike almost cums on contact with your body, but he knows he has to stop himself. he has to make this good for you. he has to make this last as long as he can. “fuck, i’m gonna cum mike.” you whimper. he speeds up, hitting your gspot with each thrust he leads you to bounce on.

“m’so close” you whimper, his fingers bring themselves to your chest, god he loved it so much. especially in that new bra. his teeth graze your nipples, biting them so softly but it feels so much more intense this way. so intimate, yet so dirty.

“can i cum now? please” he moans. how could you say no? “cum in me, please cum in me” you say, and he does. leaving thick white pools in you, the warmth making you shake as you finish, as you remove yourself from on him, you pour out a mix of both of your releases. he brings a finger to your wetness and brings it up to his mouth, sucking on them. he loves the taste of you.

please come home earlier next time.

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꩜ boyfriend!dom!josh futturman uses a vibrator on you for the first time blurb

꩜ tags // josh futturman x reader, vibrator using, smut, 18+ fanfic, futureman fanfic, porn without plot

꩜ mentions // hitachi wand, sub!reader, toy usage, whimpering, moaning, twitching, quivering, whispering, pillow talk, dirty talk, praise, fingering, eating out

꩜ a/n // i love writing for futturman ugh and im gonna write a sub!josh futturman x dom!reader soon fr. and i know he’s a total bottom but let a girl dream pls and i know this is short forgive me

it’s 2:46am, your boyfriend josh has been sleeping all day but god he looks so hot with his messy hair and his mouth slightly open, you wish it was you who his mouth was on.

josh jolts awake, mumbling something about biotic wars? he keeps talking about that game. you always shrug it off. “you finally awake?” you say to him.

his sleep sweat always gets you, his musky scent seems like the best thing you’ve ever smelled. you always worried why you liked that so much, maybe it’s the pheromones or maybe you just need to fuck him.

“oh hey, yeah i’m awake” he rubs his eyes and stretches his left arm after a yawn. “but why are you awake? it’s late you should’ve been asleep hours ago” he teases you. you loved it when he did that but now wasn’t the time, you’re so turned on it’s borderline hurting. you need some release.

“need you. badly” you basically whimper, when did you start to sound so desperate? you don’t know, all that’s clouded in your mind is that new hitachi wand you bought. “get my vibrator out of the drawer please” you beg.

“oh so you’re needy for the wand, huh? not even me?” he teases you. “you’re the one who made me like this. you’re so hot” you tease back.

he gets the vibrator out the top drawer and holds it above your head. “think you can reach it?” he says as you almost jump for it.

“strip for me and maybe you can have it” he says. immediately you take off your panties and his eyes darken with lust as he stares between your legs.

his eyes meet your wet pussy, he’s drooling at the site of it. “god, you’re perfect.” he says as he plugs in the hitachi wand, putting it on the highest setting and meeting your clit.

the vibrations make you quiver. josh chuckles as he sees you squirm, moving the wand around to hear your little whimpers that keep getting louder.

“be quiet like a good girl if you want to cum” he mumbles as he enters his fingers inside you, the wand still on your clit. the site of your cunt leaking is enough to send him into a spiral

“god you look so perfect like this.” he says softly just enough for you to hear him. his fingers fidget inside of you making you whimper. “fuck, please let me cum- i’ve been good” you moan softly as the vibrations score through your sensitive clit.

“not yet baby, this amuses me.” he says as he smirks slightly, almost cooing you. he takes the vibrator off of your now puffy clit and he brings his mouth to it, now sucking on it as his fingers pump inside you, curling gently around your gspot. you moan as he softly bites your clit. it hurt but god it was good.

josh sits the vibrator on the bed still on, as he eats you out, his tongue licks a thick line along your pussy, his saliva mixing with your wetness making a perfect lube for his fingers to slip inside you. he wants to fuck you but this is your night.

you’re so filled with pleasure you’re seeing stars, so close and to release your hands are gripping his hair. “can i please cum now- i’ve been so good” you basically yell, now begging.

“cum for me. you’ve been good” he says to you as his mouth is on you, and at his permission you cum in his mouth, josh licks up all of your release. his head comes up from under you, his face glistening with your cum. god he looks so hot soaked in you.

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i’d eat his ass ima keep it real w yall

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he’s lookin at the picture of my tits i mailed him guys

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✮⋆˙ mike schmidt headcanons

mentions: fluff & smut

๋࣭ ⭑ mike gives you money to get your nails done, even if they’re $5 press ons, he loves the way they look when you wrap your hands around his cock.

๋࣭ ⭑ mike spoils you, in any way you could ever imagine; gifts, affection, etc.

๋࣭ ⭑ mikes love language is quality time and physical touch. he can’t get enough of you.

๋࣭ ⭑ mike moans loudly when you give him head, it turns you on so much oh my god

๋࣭ ⭑ mike always holds your hand when you’re out in public, apart from the marks he leaves on your neck, it shows that you’re his.

๋࣭ ⭑ mike gets jealous easily, not wanting any man to look at you. it makes him livid when another man compliments you.

๋࣭ ⭑ mike is kind of a loser, not having too many friends. this is fine, that just means there’s more for you.

๋࣭ ⭑ mike loves your tits. he’s more of a ass man but god he loves the way your breasts sit perfectly in your bra.

๋࣭ ⭑ mike is totally down to get matching tattoos with you. “why not?” he says, he knows he wants to spend the rest of his life with you and he wants a permanent symbol of it.

๋࣭ ⭑ mikes cologne is your favorite scent. you wear it when he works long hours to comfort yourself. his cologne smells like ceaderwood and lavender.

๋࣭ ⭑ mike always lets you sleep in, he likes the fact that you sleep soundly. especially with your insomnia

๋࣭ ⭑ mike thinks family is above everything. he wants a family with you someday, 2 boys and 2 girls.

๋࣭ ⭑ mike prioritizes you over everything, this sometimes interferes with his job. when you’re sick or just want him to yourself, he calls out.

๋࣭ ⭑ mike loves the taste of you. it’s his favorite thing to eat after a long day at work. he enjoys eating you out and hearing your little whimpers and moans.

๋࣭ ⭑ mike does this thing with his face before he cums, he scrunches his nose up and opens his mouth. it’s so cute.

๋࣭ ⭑ mike favorite position is missionary, he loves to make eye contact when he’s thrusting inside you. he thinks you’re so pretty when you’re cumming on his dick.

๋࣭ ⭑ mike wants you all for himself, he always makes sure to mark you up and show you off when you two go out in public.

๋࣭ ⭑ mike always makes sure you cum first, prioritizing your pleasure over his own.

๋࣭ ⭑ mike says “i love you” every 20 minutes it seems like. he wants you to know he does and he says it often.

๋࣭ ⭑ mike wants to travel the world with you one day. he’s been saving up for a vacation to get you two away for a while.

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𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𓇼 ࣪ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ⭒ mike schmidt smut head canons 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𓇼 ࣪ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ

🌊🪼🐚🦈 warning and mentions: afab fem reader, pet names

🫧 mike loves when you tease him. especially when you bend over in front of him in your short skirt. his dick gets hard at the perfect view of your panties.

🫧 mike gets emotional after he cums, always so clingy on you and repetitive “i love you”s. you really like this because he’s usually so closed off.

🫧 mike eats you out because he gets off by it, hearing your whimpers and seeing you squirm. he thinks it’s funny that he can mold you into putty in his hands. he thinks he gets more pleasure than you do, hearing you moan his name.

🫧 mike smacks your ass when he sees you in the kitchen making dinner. sometimes it leaves red marks but it doesn’t bother you.

🫧 mike likes to play with your tits, pinching your nipples to see your eyes roll. he thinks nipple piercings would look really good on your perfect tits.

🫧 mike likes being handcuffed though he’ll never admit it. he likes when you have full control over his dick, riding it and sucking.

🫧 mike likes to hear you moan his name, something about hearing your breathy “mike” makes him feral for you.

🫧 mike sucks on your nipples for foreplay. you love it when he softly bites your buds.

🫧 mike uses pet names, you don’t mind this at all. just something about “pretty girl” coming out his mouth.

🫧 mike is eternally gone when he’s inside you. his eyes closed and his head thrown back as you wrap yourself around his hard cock as he pumps inside of you.

🫧 mike always cums inside. his breeding kink is incredibly strong. he loves creampies and you don’t mind considering your birth control.

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i can take him (not in a fight)

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sit on my face ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★

plussize!reader x mike schmidt blurb

MINORS DNI I HAVE A BAT

⊹ ࣪ ˖ mentions; plussize!reader, cum eating, munch!mike, oral sex (reader receiving), gender neutral reader (with female parts)

⊹ ࣪ ˖ a/n: as a plus size writer this means a lot to me n i hope u guys like it!!

* ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚ *ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚

2:30 am, you wake up in the bed with your boyfriend of 5 months, he was still awake at this hour and it had you worried, you two have sad sex many times and it was amazing each time, but mike proposed something different “now that you’re awake i have something to ask you” he looks rugged, hair messy, shirt crumbled on his frame.

“i want you to sit on my face and let me eat you out” mike looks at you with a serious look on his face

“what?” you rub your eyes as you chuckle a bit, not knowing if he was serious. you’ve always been bigger and your ex boyfriend never wanted to give you head because of your weight, it was dehumanizing. but mike was different, he wanted every part of you, as long as you would let him.

“i want you to sit on my face” he repeats, you know he’s being serious right now. “mike-“ you say as he cuts you off. “listen, i know you’re thinking about it but let me make it clear. i will make it good for you, i just want to give you the utter most satisfaction i can give you. please sit on my face baby”

mike has always loved your chubby stomach, kissing your stretch marks and laying between your legs. he’s joked about wanting you to choke him with your thick thighs before but you laughed it off, saying “i’ll choke you mike” “then i’ll die a legend” he would quickly say back

“alright i’ll sit on your face but promise me you actually want this” you laugh at him. “more than anything. i need it and i know you do too.” he looks at you, his brown eyes being swarmed by the black of his pupils. lust fills him as you take off your shirt, exposing your breasts to him. “what a sight” his eyes darting up and down from your breasts to your thighs

“are you sure you really want this?” you ask him. as the words come out of your mouth his head nods up and down while his cheeks flush with red. you take off your shorts and underwear, and mike spreads you legs faster than you’ve ever seen before.

mike starts off with licking a stripe down your already wet pussy as he pushes a finger in, stimulating you, mikes tongue licks around everywhere but your clit and you’re desperate for some friction.

“i’m ready when you are” you say to him. almost immediately he jumps up and lays flat on the bed with his eyes closed. “get on” he orders. you agree and carefully position your legs between his head, hesitant to sit fully down but he insists.

“you sure i’m not gonna kill you right?” you say, genuinely worried. “i swear.”

you sit down completely and he begins. mikes scruff rubs against your legs in a uncomfortable way that just turns you on more, the burning of it between your legs feels so good now.

mike moans unashamed, like he’s getting more out of this than you are. he grabs your hips and pushes you down on his face more, attempting to get as much as you in his mouth as he can, tongue emerged into your wet pussy. “fuck mike” you moan as your shoulders relax and your back curls forwards. mike moans into your cunt and the viberation gets you. mike takes his hands off your hips and guides them to his hands, as he takes both and holds them in front of you.

you’re already to close to release from his tongue inside you, his scruff rubbing against you and him moaning inside you but then he inserts 2 fingers inside of you, curling them inwards repeatedly hitting your g spot and causing you to scream out “fuck mike i’m s’close”

“cum on my face” you hear him mumble. you orgasm as you hold mikes hair and ride it out on his face.

mike comes out from underneath you, face is glistening from your release all over him. you look down and he has a surprising wet patch on his gray sweatpants. you take his lips and suction onto them, getting a taste of your release as well.

* ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚ *ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚

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₊˚🦢✩ 🎀⊹☁️♡ mike schmidt fluff hc’s

♡₊˚ ・this is 4 the hopeless romantics ♡₊˚ ・₊✧

🦢- mike never fails to tell you he loves you, it doesn’t matter what the situation is. even if you’re just cleaning up around the house he always wraps his hands around your waist and puts his head in the crook of your neck and says “i love you so much”

🦢- mike is very clingy with you, not wanting to leave your side for more than a hour at a time, this is amazing until it interferes with his work. he’s always calling you just to hear your voice while he’s working.

🦢- mike kisses your neck when he’s behind you, it doesn’t matter where you are. in public to your own bed, it doesn’t matter to him as long as he can be on you.

🦢- mike shows the world how much he loves you, but when he proposes to you he wants it to be between you two, no pictures just with you and him.

🦢- mike loves the idea of you pregnant with his kid, he wants to care for you and place his hand on your swollen stomach.

🦢- mike always wants to make you the most comfortable he can, giving you the extra pillow at night, making sure you get more blanket over you, making your favorite comfort foods, etc.

🦢- mike lets you know there’s stars outside, he loves watching them with you.

🦢- mike writes you handwritten notes for each anniversary, you have all of them in a shoe box in your closet.

🦢- when you and mike lay together in bed he just wants to pull you closer, he wants to be as close as he can to you.

🦢- before mike you never liked being touched, but since him it’s all you want. you only want his touch on you

🦢- mike loves to “match” with you, same sleep pants when you’re having a movie date, same hoodies, and ofc matching necklaces.

🦢- mike sees you as his entire world. he’d rather die at your hands than have never had the chance to hold them. (i think this is from a poem)

🦢- mike rubs his hand on your back when you’re worried and it calms you instantly, just something about his touch on you makes you melt.

🦢- when you finish a new book, mike wants to hear everything about it. he gets happy seeing you talk about your interests.

🦢- mike loves using pet names for you, “love” “pretty girl” “baby” etc.

🦢- mike has his entire life planed out with you. he wants to do everything with you until you both lay to rest.

˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚.🎀༘⋆˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚.🎀༘⋆ ˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚.🎀༘⋆˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚.🎀༘

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