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guys I haven’t even watched the fnaf movie yet cause I’ve been so busy but I’m already so obsessed with Josh Hutcherson as Mike Schmidt 😫 I also have the worst case of baby fever so I knew that I had to write this straight away.

not avatar related but i seriously just needed to get this out my system.

Imagine Mike having a pregnant s/o who is in the second trimester of pregnancy as is just so needy for him all the time..

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 : pregnancy sex, pregnant reader, teasing, pet names, unprotected p in v, slight fingering, barely any foreplay, masturbation, breeding kink, light spanking, creampie, aftercare, kisses & cuddles at the end ☺️

𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬 : mike schmidt x pregnant reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 2.2k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : bit rushed at the end, 𝐦𝐝𝐧𝐢 𝟏𝟖+

You feel so deprived. Deprived of your husbands touch. Deprived of his praising words in your ear. It’s torture. Months and months without any release has left you stressed and touch starved, the need to be filled up and stuffed with cock worsens everyday.

For the first few months of your pregnancy you felt nothing but sickness and exhaustion, wanting nothing more than to lay down and sleep all day. Now that you’re in your fifth month of pregnancy and your morning sickness has stopped you’ve been a lot more productive, cleaning more, cooking more, you’ve even started to make your husband meals for when he has his night shifts.

The only downside now is your so fucking needy. All you need is to be filled, pumped full with your husbands seed all over again but you’ve just been to shy to ask, too shy to make any moves.

That was until tonight. Your husband had the night off work and so he had taken the opportunity to go late night grocery shopping. He made sure that you gave him a list so that he doesn’t forget anything, remembering the last time he had gone shopping for you and forgot to get three avocados instead of two. That day was an absolute shit show.

You had been pumping your fingers in and out of yourself, tears flowing down your cheeks and your body hurting as you struggled to even reach over your growing bump. You’re now desperately chasing your climax, your fingers not long enough to reach that spongey spot inside of you nor thick enough to pleasure you.

You huff as you change positions, now kneeling on the soft mattress with messed up blankets and pillows surrounding you as you mindlessly grind against your fingers, letting out a lewd moan and sigh of relief as you begin to feel that familiar knot tighten.

With tears building up in your eyes all over again and small whimpers leaving your lips, you hastily chase your sweet release. You feel so so close, inches away from pure ecstasy before-

“Fuck!” Your loud cry can be heard from the other side of the house as you hear the front door slam shut. You quickly get up from the bed, holding back sobs as you cry over your failed orgasm. You were so fucking close, so close to snapping before you heard your husband come home, ripping your orgasm away from you.

Footsteps get louder as your husband nears your shared bedroom, calling out your name with worry laced in his tone. He heard your shout.

Your still a crying mess, stood in nothing but a thin, loose blue tank top as you watch the door burst open, your husbands eyes widening with worry at the scene in front of him.

His eyes trail your body, taking in your naked bottom half as he sighs, noticing the shiny slick practically dripping down your plump thighs. He silently walks towards you, taking you into his arms as you let yourself cry.

“What is it? What do you need, pretty girl? Hm?” He knew exactly what you needed. You needed to be pumped so full of his seed until you become pregnant all over again.

Your a blabbering, hiccuping mess as you try to speak. “I need- huap! I need you s..so bad!” Your cries almost break his heart as he rubs small circles into the small of your back, pretending not to notice the wet patch on his clothed leg which in situated right in between your thighs.

Mike lets out a small “tsk”, gently tugging the hairs on the nape or your neck as he pulls your head away from his chest. Your face is a flushed red and all glossy with tears and for some reason the sight of you like this creates a funny feeling in his stomach as he feels himself begin to harden.

“Please Mike, please..” You plead, pulling at the hem of his shirt with one hand and feeling up his chest with the other. You’re no longer shy anymore. You just need his dick now. That’s all you can think about.

Mike makes no other movements, continuing to play with the hairs on the nape of your neck and gently rubbing circles on your bare hip with his thumb. “How long have you been like this?”

You let out a whine as you become impatient, tears still flowing out of your eyes and fogging up your vision. “Too long! Just please. I really need you!”

As soon as you say those words Mike decides that you’ve both waited long enough, practically ripping off his shirt as your dainty fingers unbutton his jeans. One of his hands move to wrap around you, supporting your weight as the other rests on your bump, slowly lowering you down and onto the bed.

Your light moan gets stuck in your throat when he moves back up to pull down his boxers, his hard cock springing out and slapping his lower stomach. A bead of pre-cum leaks out of his tip and drips down his length causing you to gulp and nearly drool at the sight.

Mikes hands move to your thighs, spreading your legs agonisingly slowly as you stare into each others eyes. The second his fingers touch your neglected, dripping cunt you let out a breathy moan, flinching at the contact as he rubs his index finger between your glossy folds. His touch feels like heaven. It feel so ethereal, like you’ve truly been blessed.

“So fuckin’ wet..” He’s now spreading your lower lips with his fingers, groaning at your pretty pussy on display all for him. He prods his middle finger at your hole as you mewl, slightly dipping the tip of his finger in before pulling it back out, a trail of your slick stringing in between you and his finger as he moves to rub small, gentle circles onto your clit.

“Ngh- fuck!..” your hips instinctively buck against his hand, relishing in the feeling of him finally pleasuring you after so long. He uses his free hand to push down your hips, making sure not to use to much force but also making sure you stay still.

His middle and ring fingers slide into your drenched cunt easily with a loud squelch, the sound of your own pussy driving you crazy. “Oh, Mike..” His fingers feel so fucking good, better than yours ever could as he scissors you open.

You know that you don’t need the foreplay, you’re already wet enough. Yet you let him continue for just a bit longer, letting out soft moans as you feel yourself getting even more aroused, your slick dripping down his fingers.

“Mike..” Whining, you squirm away from his fingers, tears brimming in your eyes at the empty feeling once he pulls them out. You inhale a deep breath as his raspy voice comes out, his breaths slightly shallow as his dick stands painfully hard against his pelvis.

“What is is, baby?” Fuck his voice is hot. His tone nearly makes you cum on the spot. “I don’t need- just fuck me now, Mike.”

His brows raise in surprise at your demand before a smirk appears on his face. In a heartbeat he has you on your hands and knees, now kneeling behind you on the bed as he rubs his pink tip between your folds, using your slick as lubricant before slowly sliding himself inside of you, making sure you feel every inch of him against your walls.

“Ahh~ fuuuuck..” Your voice quivers at the feeling of being so unbelievable full, getting even more stretched out by the girth of his cock. You can feel him rub and push against your sweet spot, emitting a loud pornographic moan out of you.

One of Mike’s hands rest against your plush hip, the other landing a light smack to your ass, a stinging pain shooting through you as you curse. “Shh.. i got you, i got you.” He assures you, a moan getting caught in his throat as you push yourself further against his pelvis, begging for him to go deeper.

He gently pulls your body up so that your back is against his chest, so that you’re now kneeling on top of him. One of his hands rests on your jaw, slightly tilting your head back as the other stays gripping your hip. Your hand moves behind you to grab a fistful of his hair, your mouth agape and breaths uneven as your other hand rubs small circles onto your bump.

His first few thrust are experimental, testing your reaction, making sure that your comfortable and happy sitting on his cock all pretty like this. This was your first pregnancy and so the pair of you had never had pregnant sex before, Mike made sure to be extra gentle and patient with you as you meet his thrusts, grinding down on him.

“Oh- shitt..” He grunts, his scalp burning as you tug harder on his hair, now bouncing on him to the best of your ability. He can already feel himself getting close, but I mean after months of of not being able to be inside of you he’s sensitive, almost like a virgin and has a big load waiting to be released so who could blame him for not lasting long.

He’s not mad at himself though, no. He can tell your the exact same, so close to already cumming all over his dick, he can tell by the way your walls are clenching around him and your bounces are getting sloppier and uneven.

“Mm.. Mike I- I’m gonna..” your a breathless, moaning mess at this point, the only thing keeping you upright was Mike’s hands holding you up.

“Gonna come?” He whispers, his breath tickling your neck, dragging you closer and closer to the edge. You vigorously nod, gathering up the strength to bounce faster and harder on his twitching cock, “mmmhhfff, ah-nngh” You can’t even form any words properly as you can feel yourself about to snap.

Your orgasm is like a wave at the beach, pulling back and forming before it crashes down, and when it crashes- it fucking crashes.

The second Mike’s fingers rub at your small bundle of nerves you snap. Your vision going white and mind foggy as you convulse around him, legs shaking and back arching against his stomach. “Mike- Mike- Mike- Mike- Mike!” You chant his name over and over again, unable to think of anything or feel anything but your stomach tightening and pussy clenching around him as he continues to drag his cock in and out of you, keeping your orgasm going for as long as possible as you cry out, tears flowing down your cheeks once again.

“Fuck! M-ikee!!” Your words are broken as you blabber, now overstimulated as he continues to rub your clit and pump inside of you, his thighs clapping against the back of yours and your slick making mess everywhere.

He’s so close. You can feel his dick twitching and throbbing inside of you, his load threatening to spill. “Hold on, baby.. you can take it a bit longer yeah princess?”

In all honesty, you don’t think you can. You can already feel another orgasm approaching you, this one bigger than the last. “Fuck! I’m gonna come all inside of you, hm? Fill you up with a whole ‘nother baby.” He manages to grunt out as his thrusts become sloppy and slower.

“Please! Please! Please! Please!!” You cry out once again as your second orgasm washes over you, your eyes foggy and pussy overstimulated.

Mike’s mind goes haywire as you clench around him, clenching so right that it finally tips him over the edge and into his own climax. “Shiiitt, fu-uuck…” You can feel his warm, sticky cum fill you up, your juices now mixed together as he slowly pumps into you a couple more times before gently pulling out, looking down over your shoulder and watching as his seed drips out of your used cunt.

The straps of your loose blue tank top have fallen down, revealing one of your breasts and peaky nipple to him as he gives it a gently squeeze, a sigh leaving your lips.

Mike lifts you to move you onto your back before laying you back down on the bed, crawling on top of you as your lips meet in a passionate kiss. You’re sore and dirty now, both of your liquids all over your cunt and thighs. You let out a soft whimper as Mike moves away from the kiss, silently putting fresh boxers on before walking into the bathroom, shortly coming back with a damp cloth and a new pair of underwear for you.

You smile at the sight, your husband was always so caring and attentive when it came to aftercare, always making sure you were clean and comfortable. You wince as the cloth meets your sensitive heat, Mike whispering soft praises that you can barely catch as he ever so gently cleans you up before sliding your panties onto you.

It wasn’t much longer until the pair of you were cuddled up in bed, wrapped in your warm grey blanket with the nightlight on as a random movie played on the television. You were pressed up against his side, your head resting on his bare chest as your baby bump pressed against his hip.

“I love you so fuckin’ much baby..” were the last words you heard before you drifted off into a peaceful slumber, the warm presence of your husband making you feel safe and secure.

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DAY 2 OF KINKTOBER

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steve harington fic is live now, click here to read.

im planning on updating every friday/saturday, don't be surprised if posts come earlier or later than usual!!

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🔔IMPORTANT ANOUNCMENT🔔

BYLER FIC??

I have a fart ton of more free time, so I have decided to make a running chapter long fanfiction of our cutiepies, mike and will. If it does well, I'll continue it. I'll probably upload chapter weekly? Bi-weekly even? Who knows! I'll upolad links here, but to make it easier, ill also upload them on wattpad.

my author's link you can find here!

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Hey Pookie keep doing what you doing #grind ily byyyyeeeee

thank you pookie

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jonathan byers

tons of pictures of you

transmasc + pan (i said what i said)

would listen to you talk for hours

his typical date: studying/ doing hw and listening to music on his record player

OR getting high and looking at the sunset

picnic dates>>>

doesn’t do serious stuff (only weed)

he loves giving you small kisses

likes cooking (sometimes w u)

backhugs

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jonathan byers

has a secret stash of photos of iykwim

he gets off to them when you’re away for long periods of times

prefers being a sub

needs time to get comfortable

5.7, #DEB59B, but #E3A09A tip, with a few bulging veins

candles and roses>>

ass guy honestly

loves holding your hips

kinda awkward

does whatever you want to do regardless of what he wants

HE TOTALLY WHIMPERS

he records himself for you

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what am i working on right now?

long steve harrington fic

long byler fic

Jonathan Byers headcannons

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requests!

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strictly stranger things content

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im comfortable writing a lot however i do have some items i will not write about

rape/unconsensual sex

incest

pedophila

boy w/ lesbian(s)

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eddie in bed

very vocal

says fuck A LOT (sometimes under his breath/mutter)

when hes sub he defo has a praise kink AND LOVES to hear you tell him he’s doing a great job

sometimes says mommy

doing it high>>

goes feral when he sees your “oh” face

slow yet rough

he draws out the foreplay AND the sex

bonage

the hair pulling

loves to tease and watch you beg

the rings stay on

he loves doing it after dnd games

would call u on his walkie-talkie to hear u rant but secretly be yk (wanking 😰)

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sad will (frequently updated)

crushes on mike

loves el but hates himself a little bit that he can’t be like her

“i wish you were a girl” type shit (as u r with charlie heaton)

teared apart all his old dnd sheets after find out that mike joined a dnd club even tho the garage scene

speaking of castle byers.. on rainy days, he imagines mike and him hanging out talking about dnd

he feels so alone in california without mike

bullied for being a 'fag' in california

feels like a mistake

loser monologue by sign crushes motorist

bubble gum by clairo

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sfw fanfictions

nancy and jonathan go on a cute date

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short jancy ff / sfw / finished/ 868 words

i’m thinking of having a pt.2 to this, (maybe nsfw?) let me know!

Nancy and Jonathan were just released from their job at the Hawkins Post. Shockingly. It was just about 8.

The two strutted out of the office to Jonathan’s car, putting their belongings in the back seat. Nancy carelessly threw her bag in and slammed the car door shut.

“Hey, you ok Nance?” Jonathan asked with love in his eyes.

“Huh? Oh, yeah. I’m just a bit tired.” Nancy said, not even looking him in the eyes as she said it.

That sentence stuck as odd to Jonathan. Yeah, it was late, but she seemed pretty, what’s the word. Determined, at work today.

“Are you sure?” He asked, softly.

“Yeah.” She sighed. They got in the car and Jonathan but the key in the slot. Before turning the engine on, he mentioned something to her.

“You know, um. You can talk to me. I don’t mind.”

“Jonathan. It’s nothing.” She said assertively. Jonathan sighed.

“You just seem-” he paused. “You seem different. Please talk to me if you need to Nancy.” Jonathan repeated.

“Really?” She asked. “You don’t mind?”

“I don’t.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“It’s just. The guys at work. They treat me like a piece of shit, and I'm tired of it!” She said, raising her voice a little bit. “Why do they have to treat me like I don’t know what I’m doing. Like some bitch who doesn’t know how to do her job.” Her voice, now reaching fiery levels of volume. Jonathan looked at her sweetly, tucking her hair behind her ear.

“You deserved to be treated better.” Nancy looked at him like he had gone insane.

“I’m serious Nancy. And to be honest, he’s probably jealous that you can do a better job writing than he ever could.” They both chuckled at Jonathan’s stupid joke. Nancy didn’t believe him but the words ‘you deserved to be treated better’ shook her bones to the core. No one had ever said something like that to her. An awkward silence made the tension in the cramped car rise.

“Do you wanna go somewhere to eat? To sorta take your mind of everything. It is kinda a nice time for dinner.” Jonathan asked. Nancy smiled.

“Of course. Can we go to that new Italian restaurant on Maple?” She asked, excited.

Jonathan paused. He couldn’t afford to treat Nancy at such a luxurious place

“Right um.” Nancy said, awkwardly.

“No no- Nancy. It’s ok.” He paused again.

“I’ll use my dad’s spare cash.” Nancy said, giggling. She kissed him on the cheek, and they were on their way.

Jonathan and Nancy pulled into the parking lot and were greeted by a man in a tux. He pulled down the window.

“Excuse me Sir,” the well-dressed man began. “Would you like me to be your valet and get your car for you?” He looked and Nancy and she nodded. They got out of the car feeling cheery and alive to be young adults eating at such a fancy restaurant.

“M’lady.” Jonathan said, pulling her chair. Nancy chuckled.

“Thank you Sir.” They laughed as they sat down.

They giggled through the dinner, laughing at the fancy-dressed waiters passed their table serving other guests. They had ordered the most extravagant meals and an outstanding dessert. Nancy got a pan-seared fillet mignon, while Jonathan got a lobster tail topped with a lemon vinaigrette, with a side of house salad. They also got chocolate dipped strawberries surrounding melted chocolate filled fudge cake. Other customers nodded to them politely, thinking they were members of congress, or something important like that. They felt so rebellious and free.

After getting the check, they got Jonathan’s car from the valet and left the restaurant. They drove down an empty highway near the forest.

“Where are you taking me?” Nancy said, jokingly.

“You’ll see.” He said mysteriously.

After ten minutes of driving up a never-ending road, they finally made it to a group of benches overlooking Lovers Lake. Nancy ran out of the car.

“Holy crap Jonathan! This is beautiful.” She kissed him directly on the lips. Jonathan was caught so off guard, but that didn’t matter. What mattered was that she was happy. They embraced and looked into each other’s eyes, smiling. Nancy was filled with such bliss looking at Jonathan.

“There’s more.” He said, running off back to the car. He pulled out a small Sony speaker with a large antenna. He put in Nancy’s favorite CD and took her hand. Nancy chuckled as they swung each under the moonlight. The music playing from the cheap speaker added an indescribable romantic aura.

“This night has been amazing.” Nancy said, a grin plastered across her face. They stopped dancing.

“Jonathan?” She asked nervously.

“Yeah? Is everything alright?” He asked softly.

“Yeah, it’s just um.” She paused. Jonathan looked worried.

“Jonathan. I love you.” She managed to let out. Jonathan was shocked. His stomach fluttered in his chest and his heart sank. He was overwhelmed with his emotions and shed a tear. No one besides Joyce or Will had ever said that to him. Three words, yet they meant so much. He embraced Nancy once again, this time with so much more love.

“I love you Nancy Wheeler. So damn much.”

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cute lumax headcannons (frequently updated)

⚠️S4 SPOILER WARNING ⚠️

max comes to every game (sometimes in disguise)

lucas falls asleep after reading to her and cries when he wakes up and she’s still asleep

lucas is now a kate bush stan and has all her cassette tapes, vinyls, cds etc

max would never talk to anyone about her feelings, and before she got vecna’d and was talking about billy, she really regretted not telling lucas anything

erica hears lucas crying and praying in his room about max

have matching bracelets with each other’s initials

thought about lucas everyday even when they didn’t talk

thought about max everyday, coming up with ways to talk to her

home by Edward Sharpe and The Magnetic Zeros is so them

even tho max was scared to die, she was glad she could in lucas’ arms, and see him one last time

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nsfw fanfictions

peter ballard eats you out in the hawkins lab

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nsfw headcannons

eddie munson

jonathan byers!!