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everyone who’s watched Percy Jackson… you see Luke right?? 😊☺️😊😊😊

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𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐌 ( 𝟏𝟕+ ) — 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐒

✦ : subish mike , written with latina reader in mind , established relationship

as you walked into mikes room setting your keys down after a long day at work all you could think about was his cock down your throat, “ hey… ” mike muttered burying his head in unpaid bills and paperwork from abbys school, “ baby take a break ” you said rubbing his back from behind his chair kissing his cheek slowly messing with hid hair, “ i have work i cant” he said kissing your hand gently holding it as you sat on his lap straddling him wraping your hands around his neck slowly kissing his neck as his hands slid down grabbing your ass as you slid your hands up his shirt slowly taking it off his body as you began grinding onto him as he hardened beneth you whining and moaning about how he needed you, “ let me take care of you ” you said as you got on your knees teasing his cock through his pants, “ please… ” he said breathing heavily as you gently took his cock out licking the pink tip gently as you stroked his dick, “ f-faster ” he said as he whined bucking his hips into your mouth as you took all of him in, “ g-gonna cum ” he said stuttering and cursing as he released all his cum into your mouth, “ t-thank you ” he said as you kissed him and cleaned him up the mess he made.

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Can you write Mike Taking readers virginity or mutual masterbation where he is more dominant and a lot of praise pleaseee

ive noticed u sent this to like 4 other blogs lol .. no

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mike luvs girls with a pudge :3333

he thinks its so cute when it makes an outline when you wear skirts or tight dresses.

he loves laying on it and rubbing his hands against it when he hugs u from behind

and he loves when it turns into two rolls when he pushes your knees to ur chest while he’s fucking u!!! :3

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mike is soooo obsessed with the word ‘baby.’

he uses every opportunity to call you that.

‘baby, can you watch abby for a second?’

‘baby, where’s my vest?’

‘miss you, baby.’

‘that’s it, baby.’

baby is his love language soz.

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this makes my latina heart sososo happy

everyone online is bringing back the fact that josh hutcherson learned spanish for his girlfriend so now i’m projecting that onto mike sorry it’s the law + i’m where are my fellow latina josh fans at…this one is for you

☆ mike schmidt x bilingual!reader (eng/esp) includes :

- mike knows the most basic of conversational spanish from his high school secondary language courses

- and after meeting you and learning about your roots, he is on a mission to connect to that part of you

- he soon looks for any and every way to learn more of the language

- he goes to the video store and looks for some his favorite movies in spanish (he thinks : if he knows them by heart already, then he can def pick up on a few dozen words)

- he buys an english to spanish dictionary, workbooks, even thinks about renting a rosetta stone cd program to listen to on his way to and from work

- maybe a month into this process he starts to show off his new knowledge, starting by pointing at things here and there and naming them in spanish

- like when he you guys go out for coffee one cold morning and after offering him a piece of your croissant, he rips off a small portion and eats it before pointing to the pastry and saying “hmm, almendras”, referring to the slices of almonds that were sprinkled on the top

- and when you look up at his face with a confused look that turns into slight surprise, he just has the smallest smirk on his face, just hoping to god in his head that you’re impressed

- or when you try to think of a word and even though it’s so simple, for some reason only the spanish version appears in your head

- “do you mind getting the um…” you attempt to ask mike one morning after you invited him over for breakfast after he had taken abby to school

-“the…?” mike looks up from the kitchen table at where you stand, pointing to the surface of the table, waving a hand over it as you try to think of the word

- “the…ugh damn. sorry, the manteles? the things-“

- “oh! the tablecloths, got it” he says as he stands to grab them from where you kept them next to the sink

- you look at him astonished, and as you watch him set the table you start to wonder where all this seemingly sudden knowledge came from

- as you both eat you point out his recent upgrade in vocabulary

- “i thought you said you only really knew how to ask where the bathroom was in spanish.”

- mike just shrugs, trying to hide his smile as he says, “yeah, i’ve just been trying to pick up a few new things here and there.”

- from then on he’s way more shameless about it, constantly asking how to say certain things that his research hasn’t taught him yet and asking you to say things in spanish to test him

- you find it silly at first, but only because it’s something that you were raised to know and you just can’t fathom someone learning it solely because of you

- but you soon realize how incredible it is for you to witness the effort he’s putting in since now you know… he obviously takes your relationship pretty seriously

- and it’s just so sweet to see.

some more of mike’s antics might include :

- being on the phone with your family and mike following you around, trying to understand what you’re gasping and ranting about

- him complimenting you in spanish

- “ay que linda” he’ll softly say after greeting you with a soft kiss before a night out

- impressing your family by introducing himself in spanish, which immediately seems to win them over

- speaking spanish in front of abby when you don’t want her to understand what the two of you are saying

- i need him in my life.

i hope you enjoyed ☆

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mike is such a boy dad to me!!

we always see people talking about how certain men would be girl dads, but mike so eagerly wants to be able to raise a baby boy.

he’s been taking care of abby for as long as he could remember, meaning he’s got her in the bag— but what about a boy?

you’d given birth to your son a few months ago, and he wasn’t even in your arms for part of that. he was always off with mike, walking around the neighborhood or watching tv.

he wouldn’t let him go. he’s not afraid of cherishing his son methinks..

he’d be obsessed. buying him heaps of toys, trying to give him the same experience as abby, but better.

abby was angry her brother wouldn’t let her hold her nephew. “let me carry him, just for a second!” she argues as mike burps his son gently.

“no, abby.” he mutters with no reason. “i hate you mike.” she crosses her arms, turning away from him.

mike likes to sleep with your son in bed together. once he’s around two years old, he can finally put him in between the both of you safely.

the only time he’d hesitantly hand him off to you is when you need to feed him. he’s the one that burps him and changes him. it’s annoying but also bitter sweet.

when mike leaves for work, he presses the longest kiss to his sons head. he doesn’t even wanna let him go, but this job keeps his family stable, and that’s what he needs

boy dad!mike boy dad!mike boy dad!mike boy dad!mike boy dad!mike boy dad!mike

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Omg please do if the reader got pregnant and Mike’s reaction and Abby’s reaction I just think that would be so cute

i think we all collectively agree mike would be so happy to be a dad (if he was stable mentally and financially)

you were starting to worry mike. you couldn’t keep your dinner from last night down in the morning, and he had to patiently hold your hair up and away from your face as you coughed it all out.

he felt that it was somehow his fault (it was), thinking he’d accidentally given you food poisoning. he called you out of work and kept the fan pointed in your direction with a bucket and a glass of water on the night stand.

abby joined you in his bed a few hours after he left. she’d only recently woken up and noticed you weren’t in the kitchen making breakfast.

she slept a little longer than you did, trying your best to leave the bed without waking her up. you felt like you knew what was wrong, but you wanted to make sure.

as you silently walked towards the phone in the kitchen, you dialed mike’s office number. you called him atleast once everyday, to ask what he wanted for dinner or just to check in on him.

“hello?” mike asks. the sound of him typing on the keyboard drowns out the chatter of his co-workers. “hi baby.” you mumble, crossing your arms.

“hey, babe. how are you?” he asks, stopping his fingers as he holds the phone eagerly against his ear. “i’m better. could you stop by the pharmacy and pick up a few things?” you licked your lips nervously. you didn’t know how to tell him you thought you were pregnant.

“yeah, hold on,” he mumbles, tearing a piece of paper and clicking a pen from what you could hear. “alright, what do you need?”

“a gatorade and a pregnancy test.” you kept it short, just wanting to get the conversation over with.

mike went silent for a few seconds before you heard him scribble down your request. “okay. i’ll be home at 5.”

“i love you.” you mutter. “i love you more.” he whispers back, hanging up the phone. you sighed anxiously, deciding to get started on lunch.

the next 6 hours were painfully long as you waited for your boyfriend. you were scared— not only because you’d have a new addition to the family, but because you didn’t know how mike would react.

when he came through the door with the small white plastic bag, his eyebrows were furrowed as you came to meet him at the door.

“hey baby.” he greets, hand coming to cradle your back as he presses a kiss to your lips, holding up the bag to you. “thanks.” you mumble, opening the bag and taking out the gatorade.

you smiled up at him and put it on the counter, making your way towards the bathroom with the pregnancy tests.

mike and abby talked in a whisper for some reason as you waited for your results. the test was flipped over so you couldn’t see what it said, thoughts racing as you tapped your fingers against the counter.

the alarm on your watch went off, signifying that it was time to flip the test over. swallowing all your guilt and worry, you flipped the stick over.

the two red lines from hell.

you weren’t particularly mad at the result, you just didn’t plan on it happening like this. or this early.

you sighed at the sight, turning around to unlock the bathroom door and towards the living room again.

abby was curled up on the couch, her cartoon’s playing quietly as mike wrote through his bills.

you pressed your lips together until he noticed you, putting his pen down as he stared at you with more love than anyone has before.

you put the test on the table, sliding it towards him. he picks it up feverishly and studies it, pupils dilating at the result.

he wants to jump up and scream, cheer— whatever. but he didn’t want to wake abby up. he chewed at his bottom lip and tried to shy away a smile, standing up and hugging you. “i’m gonna take such good care of you.” he muttered into your ear.

revealing it to abby was the least of your worries. she was a kid, so you had no fear of getting judged by her.

“abby?” mike calls out from her door frame. she turns around, looking at her brother. “yeah?” she responds. mike swallows and looks over at you.

“uhm.. y/n and i— we’re gonna have a baby.” he sighs, eyes never leaving yours until he had to turn and look at abby’s reaction.

her eyelids shot open at the reveal, sitting upright to look at her brothers girlfriend. “serious?” she asks, hopping off the bed.

“serious.” you nod with a laugh. she’s throwing herself into your arms so fast, you didn’t even see it coming.

you look up at mike from the squatting position you were in, staring at you as you chat about the baby to his little sister.

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reader is ovulating. cream pie.

mike doesn’t understand why you’re being so mean and pushy..

when he attempts to lay his hands on your waist, you pull away and scoff.

when he offers you lunch, you turn your head and pretend you can’t hear his pleads for you to eat.

and when he gets home, you immediately jump up from the couch and rush to his bedroom, closing the door behind you and falling asleep.

he suspected these were signs of your period— the worst part. the beginning.

but he stops in his tracks. how could you have your period twice that month? that wouldn’t make sense.

it’d been two weeks since your last one, and he remembered because you’d stopped crying so much whenever he asked you to do something.

he trailed behind you as you tried to hide away in his room, curled up in his sheets and hugging his pillow tightly.

you tried to hide. seriously, you did. you felt like if he didn’t fuck you soon, you’d die.

you ignore his calls for you from the door, not even bothering to move an inch as your body moved up and down softly.

he pulls your shoulder over to force you to look at him, and then he’s worried. your eyebrows were furrowed and your pupils dilated.

you reach up at him and cup his face, finally being able to press a kiss to his lips. he melted into you, grabbing a hold of your waist as you undressed yourself slowly.

he pulls away (after a bit of a fight from you), and manages to lock the door before coming back to you.

the position he puts you in is both comfortable and hot, both of you laying on your side as he finally slips himself into you.

he grabs a hold of your knee and lifts your leg up, pressing kisses to your neck as he shifts his hips.

he pistons in and out of you slowly, hand resting on your stomach as he relishes in your whimpers

when your high finally crashes down on you, he covers your mouth to confine your noises to him only. he cums inside of you a few moments later.

he grunts as he pulls out, his cum immediately flooding out of you. you sigh contently, closing your eyes and letting yourself succumb to sleep.

mike had gotten you cleaned up and into new clothes pretty quickly, with not much of your help. you were half asleep and he was doing everything for you.

when he laid down and pulled you into his body, he heard your soft little sighs of happiness as you breathed in his cologne. now he understood.

you just needed a hug and some dick.

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Since seeing the movie I can't stop thinking about Mike x Abbys babysitter reader 🫢

oh u guys are gonna KILL ME!!!

reader has female anatomy.

you’d been abby’s go to babysitter since you moved in next door. she was very young, probably five or four. her brother had seen you painting your fence and made his way over to you to try and make small talk.

“yeah, we’ve lived here since she was born,” he explained as you stood up, leaving your brush in the paint bucket. “been lookin’ for a babysitter since i started my new job.” he shrugged. you celebrated mentally, as you’d been waiting for a job to pop up around you. this is exactly what you needed.

fast forward a good four years, you’d been spending your days at the schmidt house. your pay slowly decreased as mike continued to find it hard to pay his bills, but you didn’t mind. you had your own job that would keep you afloat with your bills, and the extra money you received from mike would cover your clothes and food.

this day wasn’t any different from the previous three weeks. laid up on the couch with your own blanket you brung from home, awaiting mike’s arrival. the tv was buzzing quietly as your eyes became droopy.

the sound of the door opening startled you, pushing yourself onto your knees to greet mike. “hey.” you said softly as he kicked his shoes off and waddled towards the small couch, jumping onto it. “hi.” he greeted, closing his eyes for a second.

“abby ate a few bites of her dinner, breakfast is in the microwave. she’s been in bed since you left and i made sure she brushed her teeth and finished her homework,” you ran down, kicking the blanket off and standing up. “i should go.” you sigh.

mike stands up quickly, grabbing your shirt. “hold on,” he grunts, standing in front of you now. “i’m sorry i haven’t been able to pay you—“ he mutters.

“mike, we have this conversation every week. it’s okay, i swear.” you laugh, moving to hold his wrist. “i know you put a lot of effort into taking care of abby.” he mutters, moving closer to you.

“yeah..” you let out a breathy sigh, hands shaking as he moves his hand from you. “you deserve.. something.” he shrugs, hands coming up to hold your hips.

you gasped at the sudden movement, moving your hands down to grasp his wrists, your eyes scan his face. “is this okay?” he asks, moving his left hand to hold your back and press you closer to him.

you nod, hands moving up his arms and holding him tightly. he tilts his head and presses a kiss to your lips, making you melt. you whimper into his mouth, causing his grip on your hips to tighten.

he moves you towards his bedroom, lips never leaving your skin as he watches out behind you to make sure you don’t bump into anything.

he slams the door shut with his foot, and it almost alarms you at the fact that he could’ve easily woken up abby. he moves his hand from your hip to lock the door, continuing to gently push you towards the bed. “how long has it been since you started babysitting abby?” he asked as his lips made contact with your neck.

“i— i don’t know.. a few years, three or four?” you choke out, moving to hold the back of his head. “been wantin’ you for so long,” he mutters, sucking a bit harder on the base of your neck. “about time i get to have you.” he sighs.

his fingers move to the band of your sweatpants, grabbing them and pulling it down feverishly. his warm hands make contact with your thighs, pulling them apart and feeling at your cunt.

“mm, you like this more than i do.” he teases, pressing a kiss to your tummy and leaning further down into you. he wraps his arms around the base of your thighs and pulls your underwear to the side, licking his lips before pulling you into his mouth.

the initial feeling of his mouth made you gasp, hand moving down to hold his hair. the grip he had on your thighs made it impossible to scoot away from his tongue as he basically made out with your pussy.

to stabilize yourself, you grabbed at the sheets of his bed as his tongue made constant contact with your clit. you winced, moving to hold your shirt up and watch him eat you like he hadn’t eaten in weeks.

the closer you got to your orgasm, the harsher you got on his hair. you began to push his head away, squirm your hips, and bite into your hand. and everytime, he shook your hand away, held your tighter, and flicked his tongue faster.

he had no problem finishing you up. you shook gently as your orgasm passed through you, and mike happily pressed another kiss to your swollen clit.

he reached into his back pocket and took out a $20 bill, holding it out to you. “i thought you said.. you couldn’t?” you asked, grabbing the bill gently.

“i know. had to find a way to get you on my tongue.” he smiled and pat the side of your thigh, moving your sweatpants back into place just as abby’s room door opened up.

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HELLLOOOOO WHERES THE MIKE SCHMIDT SMUT. we’re lacking tonight send requests

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opla luffy first time??

wahhh opla luffy takin’ ur virginity and giving his to you aswell has me weak in the knees !!!

hes never done this before— hell, he’s never thought of it. the small knowledge he has of sex and romantic relationships come from usopp and zoro, and even then they aren’t very reliable sources.

so when you joined his crew, he was confused as to why he got so hot and bothered when you peered up at him from the bottom stairs of the going merry, smiling as he made his way down. the way you traced his body made him feel sticky.

“‘s that good?” he whispered, fingers making small slow circles against your clit. you pouted with a nod as he continued, smiling brightly. “‘s really good, luf—“ you commented, squirming gently in his hold. he smiled as he teased around your hole— taking a deep breath as he realized he was the first person to ever touch you like this, to give you this type of attention.

he pressed his two middle fingers into you gently, allowing them to get covered in spit and your juices from when he ate you out a few moments ago. he groans at the way you flutter around him, placing his chin on your shoulder. “can you ease up f’me?” he asked, hand pressed tightly against your lower abdomen as you shook under his touch.

he kept going like that, digging his fingers as deep as he could into you cus he knew your little fingers couldn’t get the job done :( he heard you whining one night at how annoyed you were with yourself, flipping the covers over and going to bed without an orgasm.

“you okay?” he asked, rubbing his hands across your thighs as you slowly opened them up, allowing him to move closer in. “yeah,” you whispered, hands on your stomach. “jus’ nervous.” you pouted.

he smiled, like always, and bent down to press a kiss to you. “tell me if it hurts, okay?” he asked, eyes staring into yours. “yeah..” you nodded, feeling him swipe his tip against your clit. you bit your lip as he pushed in gently, immediately groaning at the way you felt.

it wasn’t anything like he’d ever felt. for a split second, he convinced himself you were the one piece. he thought you were the greatest treasure this world has to offer as he laid his hand on your hip gently.

“good?” he asked. you nodded, reaching up to signal him to let you hug him. he lets himself fall ontop of you gently, kissing around your ear. “can i move..?” he asked, trying not to prod. you nodded gently, feeling him smile and push his hips back.

he was attentive to every little thing you did, every squeal and squirm, whimper and moan, he had his eyes on you and making sure you were okay. he smiled when you croaked out, “‘m cummin’..” only a few minutes in.

luffy was entirely focused on you to remember it was his first time as well. as he pulled out and discarded of the condom, he sat you up and smiled at you again.

“are you okay? do you hurt?” he asked, eyebrows knitted together. you shook your head, feeling him press a kiss to your forehead and laying down against the mattress. “i’m happy it was you.” he muttered, feeling you grow tired against his body.

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“how do you do it, luffy?” you mutter, playing with your hands. he looks up at you with a squint and his signature smile, cocking his head to the side. “do wha?” he asks.

“stay so optimistic,” you sigh and lean foward, his full attention on you. “we’ve been through hell and back, and you’re yet to give up.” you pout.

“how does one become king of the pirates if he gives up?” he asks, smirking and standing up fully. “speaking of pirates, i need to check up on the crew.” he smiles to himself.

you turn to watch as he takes a few steps away, before turning back around abruptly and walking towards you. your eyebrows raise in confusion before he cups your cheeks and presses a tender kiss to your lips, pulling back.

“i’ll always be here to listen.” he smiles, turning back around once he saw you nod and continuing to walk away.

my baby boy 🥹 requests for opla are open! give me all you got

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Could I request dom!ethan and bimbo!reader 💕

dom!ethan helping reader study!!

“c’mon, what was the last one?” ethan asked, his fingers making soft circles against her clit. she huffed out from the feeling, biting at her gloss covered lips.

“uhm..” she muttered, sighing out as her mind went blank. “i know you got it, remember.. you stop, i stop.” he spoke, slowing his movements down.

“please, eth. i can’t.” she whined, her stomach contracting as she tried to push down her awaiting orgasm. he removed his fingers from her, causing her to erupt into whimpers.

he reached for the book with his dry hand, flipping the page. “that was so mean, e!” she muttered with a pout before he placed the book in between her closed legs.

“what does that say?” he pointed, dragging his finger along the sentence as she read along. “now, do it again.”

he closed the book, throwing it back to where it had been before. he pushed his fingers in between her cold and puffy lips, making circular motions against her again.

as she stuttered, she managed to get out the few words that were printed on her psychology book.

“see? you did great,” he praised, moving his hand from her again. she whined, grabby at his wrist. “don’t worry sweetheart, i’m gonna give you somethin’ better.” he smiled, leaning down and kissing her lips.

she only let his lips go when he forced himself to pull away, dragging himself down and in between her legs. he became grabby at her meat, looping his arms around her thighs to bring him closer to his face.

“what my good, smart girl deserves.” he smiles up at her, darting his tongue out to lick at her clit as she gripped at his curls.

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send me ethan landry reqs im getting us outta this pit

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yall piss me tf off, dont read my drabbles if ur gonna complain about the nicknames. there’s like 300 other fics on this damn app 😭😭

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I love you so much but please “Miggy” as a nickname for Miguel makes me want to die. I’m sorry I don’t send anon hate ever but I feel like I had to tell you. I’m so sorry. I love you.

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if you dont like it dont read!!! i dont write smut for everyone >.<