#dom! josh

[midwestprincesss]

never say sorry -sub!art donaldson x fem!reader smut

notes- this was literally supposed to be super short but i got carried away cause i am a whore (and proud of it)

cw- art is a little insecure:( , mentions of him having sex with tashi before (NO TASHI SLANDER I LOVE MY GIRL BUT IT'S FOR THE PLOT😭) , he cums prematurely (like...really..) art's a whiny little slut, art keeps calling reader love ( i got a thing for that pet name sorry y'all) , reader calls art 'artie' once cus it's cute&idc.

thinking about art constantly apologizing while having sex :( like ur unzipping his pants and he's already bucking his hips up into your hand, and then immediately muttering "sorry":(( my babyyy

so at first you think that okay, whatever, it's just something that slips out

but then he does it SO many times that you're actually starting to be concerned

like, you're giving him head and he moans a little too loudly- he's apologizing again. while kissing, you pull back for air and he still follows you, mouth half-open, wanting more - but then he realizes and he apologizes again.

but one time he really caught you off guard-

it had been a long day for him, spending almost all day training for his upcoming match. he barely had any time to rest, so he comes back to his dorm, taking off his shirt and pants, getting into bed with you only with his baby-blue boxer briefs on.

he kisses you. he's so fucking tired, but he still kisses you. 'cause he needs you, especially after the day he just had. you could feel his hard cock, practically begging you to take his boxers off.

"please love, wanna see you" he says while tugging at your top, watery eyes glistening with tears waiting to be spilled.

you take it off and unclasp your bra, little whimpers leaving his lips at the sight of you over him, with your tits out. you would love to take your time with him, really. to hear him beg and plead for you. but he's so eager, and so polite about it too- you just can't do that to him right now. so when you take off his boxers, his cock immediately jumps up, slapping his lower abdomen, right over his strawberry-blond happy trail.

"aww baby, look at you. you're so pretty aren't you?" you smile down at him, admiring how his legs shake slightly at every word you say. "hmm? aren't you?" you repeat. "mmghn- yeah, i- uhh i am" he says, eyes almost rolling back from the lack of touch. "you're what? say it." he sighs. you do this a lot. 'self love is important' you usually tell him- but not now. not when his dick is out, aching and leaking and begging to be touched. but just for the sake of it- just because he wants to please you, he says it. "i'm pretty"

"good boy," you coo, finally bringing a finger down to his cock, only to circle his pink, wet tip. and with that, he loses it. his mind goes blank, and he can't help it- all the waiting, the anticipating made him lose control of his body. he really didn't want to cum, he wanted to be good for you, but you were just so hot, he couldn't hold back. so immediately after his white, thick and warm liquid lands partially on his stomach and a bit on your hand, he starts babbling out apologies.

"i'm sorry, i'm so sorry love, please don't be mad, please- i'll clean up after myself- oh my god i'm so sorry-" he was so obviously tired, he could barely make up the words, yet he still continued apologizing. until you cut him off.

"art, baby- you dont need to apologize to me! what's up with this" you ask, softly. "you know i love making you feel good. and it's even better when i get feedback like this" you giggle. his cheeks turn bright pink as he covers his face.

"but i literally came the second you touched me" he mumbles, shyly.

you kiss his shoulder, smiling. "and it was hot."

"i- I don't know how to explain it to you, love- i just don't want to disappoint you. tashi used to hate it when i did any of this, she hated hearing me, and stuff like that- sometimes it made me feel like i was an object to her or something, y-you know? she'd get mad at me, and uh- it wasn't great."

"oh." you could actually feel your heart breaking for the boy. he was so sweet, he never deserved any of that. "well i'm not tashi, and i definitely won't get mad at you for anything like that. i like hearing you, and believe it or not, this was really fucking hot. you're letting me know i'm making you feel good. what's wrong with that?"

"just don't wanna upset you." art shrugs.

"i promise you artie, you could never upset me." you peck his lips and he smiles. "now let's clean you up"

[dorkszn]

𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑 ✧ 𝐦. 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐭

— nsfw under the cut; dom reader, sub!mike, movie!mike, begging, cumming in pants

“get up.” mike says sternly, glaring from beneath you. you scoff and lean in a little closer to him. you straddle his legs, your arms crossed on his chest, pinning him down.

“you said you were off tonight,” you ignore his order. he said he was off tonight then you saw him dressed with his security vest on. “you lied to me and abby.” you add. mike sighs, glancing away from you before looking back into your eyes. the eye contact immediately falls as he looks away once more.

“i know. i just… i have something important to do.” he explains, looking everywhere except at you.

“so me and abs aren’t important?” you murmur, slightly tilting your head to the side. his eyes widen a bit.

“i didn—“ mike’s words break off into a soft whine as you slowly push your hips forward; grinding yourself onto his cock through your thin shorts. a smug grin covers your face as he pulls himself together. “i didn’t say that. it’ll be quick, promise.”

“you also promised you’d watch a movie with me.” you hum, rolling your hips again. you watch as his eyes squeeze shut.

“i know. and— i swear we will, as soon as i get back.” he nods.

“mike…” you whine. you feel his dick twitch in his pants when his name rolls off your tongue. “can’t you stay just one more hour?” the soft drawl of your smooth voice forces mike to gulp, feeling himself starting to get hard in his jeans. you press harder against his growing erection.

“y/n, please.” he groans in a low voice. you don’t answer and repeat the movements of your hips. a shaky breath followed by a quiet moan leaves his throat.

you lean down, ghosting by his lips and to his ear. “i know how sensitive you are, mike,” you murmur against the shell of his ear. you press a kiss on his skin. “just one more hour. please?” you plead.

you continue the push of your hips; grinding your core on him. you begin kissing him all over. moving from his ear and down his jaw; whispering a small “please” between each kiss.

“fuck, y/n. i gotta go.” his hands find your hips but don’t stop you, simply holding you.

“so… stop?” you halt your movements, seeing that expression on mike’s face. as much as you wanted this, you had no problem leaving him like this. on the edge. and he knew it. his grip on your waist tightens when he comes to a decision.

“no… no, please, don’t stop.” his short brunette curls move slightly as he shakes his head. you smile before going back to leaving kisses everywhere and softly sucking on his skin. he begins to desperately rut his hips, meeting you halfway each time.

“see? you can be such a good boy for me.” you whisper. his lips part, nothing but a strangled moan coming out. eventually, even you’re letting out small whimpers.

he babbles hundreds of incoherent words, most of them being curse words. “ngh- shit y/n, get up.” he whines.

“but you’re so so close,” you mumble, moving more erratically. mike’s hold falters as his eyes roll and he quickly shuts them.

“y/n. oh fuck. y/n, i’m gonna—“ you capture his words in a kiss. you take in the sweet sounds he releases into your mouth as cum finally spills from his tip. his flowing seed stains his boxers; pooling onto the fabric.

you sit there as he pants, chest heaving up and down. he forces his breathing back to normal, coming down from his high. his sensitive cock now buzzing in his jeans.

a few seconds later, he grabs your waist again, pushing you off him. you roll onto the bed, bursting out into a giggle fit. mike sits up, glaring at you. you yelp when he pokes you before standing up from the bed.

“when i get home, you are dead.” he threatens, searching for a new pair of clean underwear.

“i love you too, mike.”

[jesuistrestriste]

*NSFW drabble/thirst*

cw (18+): sub!art donaldson, sub!patrick zweig, gn dom!reader, dry humping (basically frottage), begging, orgasm denial/orgasm control, praise, desperation*, patrick is yearning, bossing the boys around + talking them through it <3

i can’t stop thinking about gently easing art donaldson and patrick zweig into submissive headspaces and then, as soon as they’re anticipating (needing) your touch, you tell them that the only way that they’re gonna be allowed to get relief is if they grind against each other <3

and the last thing they want to do is disappoint you, so they do it. and they love it.

art is whining and letting out pathetic moans as he bucks his hips up against patrick on top of him, wanting so desperately to get him as close as he is.

and patrick is moaning and trembling with pinched-up brows as he rocks down against art’s body and tries to chase a high that’s so close but just out of reach (the fabric of both of their boxers between them is too much to be able to feel everything properly!)

so you just look down at them and smile sweetly.

“Art, you seem like you’re closer than Patrick is.. is this true?” you whisper lowly.

“P-Probably.. oh god.. i’m so—i’m really close,” he squirms, “please, i’m so close…!”

You move your gaze to Patrick.

“you think Art is closer than you are right now?” you say to the brunette.

“yeah,” he pants, “y-yeah, he’s closer.. but i’m nearly there too.. just a little more..”

You shift your gaze back to Art’s and run a hand through his mess of blonde curls.

“Art, why don’t you go ahead and get Patrick there first, ok?” you speak firmly but gently.

“okay, i will,” he moans, “ill get him there first—“

He aggressively starts to smush his pelvis rhythmically up against patrick’s, his body writhing on the bedsheets below as he secretly begs for patrick to be ready to cum soon so he can stop feeling the hot ache that’s spreading all over..

“good boy. don’t cum until Patrick is cumming too.”

art nods.

patrick keens.

you chuckle and move to slide your hand from art’s hair to gently caress the length of patrick's back. art's back arches up from the mattress, and you shift your gaze back and forth between the two young men as patrick furiously meets art’s movements with his own.

“feel how desperate Art is to get you as close as he is? how desperate he is to finish with you?” you whisper.

patrick swallows thickly and nods, his eyes squeezed shut as the pleasurable warmth of his oncoming release starts to prickle in..

“i can feel it.. god, i wanna cum so badly,” he whispers shakily.

“Are you there right now?”

patrick’s eyes open briefly so he can nod at you before they flutter shut again and his hips jolt down over art’s stuttering form.

“i’m so close.. i need more from Art..”

“tell him.”

“Push harder against me… Harder… I need more pressure… I need you more against me…” patrick babbles and breathes out desperately into the neck of his counterpart.

the obedient blonde nods frantically and instantly shifts to push even more of himself up against his best friend’s body.

“good boy for using your words, patrick.. and art, you’re doing so well too.. just a bit longer.. patrick is nearly there,” you say softly to the two in front of you

after a few short moments of this depraved, needy humping, patrick lets out a loud moan and bites down on his bottom lip.

“God, Art, please,” he whispers, so close to the edge now that he can barely keep himself held up on his forearms. his hands are absolutely shaking.

“did you hear Patrick?” you coo with a slight smirk.

art can do nothing but gasp for air as he nods for a moment or two.

“i’m pushing as hard as i can..” he gulps and whines, tears pricking at his eyes as he assumes that patrick is asking for more pressure and ferocity from him.

“i know, baby.. just ask Patrick if he’s ready to cum,” you guide him.

art murmurs out a whimpery “mhm” before he squeezes patrick’s biceps in his hands and looks up into his eyes.

“Hngh.. Are you ready to cum?” he asks quickly and eagerly, his voice tinged with lewd desperation.

“God, yes! Please! Ahh-!” patrick shouts.

the two tremble and sweat, their bare chests rubbing against one another's as they grind their bodies as hard and as fast as they possibly can. art is desperately pawing at patrick's back now, and patrick has both of his hands gripping the small of art's back as they both release a string of loud, needy moans. even though there are thin layers of fabric preventing the two men from feeling each other skin-to-skin, both of them are equally hyperaware of the sensation of their clothed erections sliding and slotting up against each other's. It's heaven. it’s better than heaven. and it's been a long time coming.

you lean back, just enough to make sure that you can get a good view, and then you give in and say the magic words that they’ve both been waiting to hear all night:

“go on, boys.. you can finish.”

art's eyes snap open, while patrick's squeeze shut, and you watch closely as art's baby blues roll all the way to the back of his head. his jaw slacks and his hips arch up and shudder harshly against his friend's.

"I'm cumm--! AH! ANGHH-!" the blonde cries out, cutting his own warning off with the sound of his pleasure as he spills a warm, heavy load into his boxer briefs, "cumming so hard--!"

patrick's abdomen involuntarily curls in over itself as he humps art's bucking body with the shaky anguish of a man in a desert who's just found his first source of water in two days. in other words, he needs this. he needs him.

"Fuck! Fu-uuck! I'm cumming -- AH-! Hah, haah--!" patrick sobs, his fingers digging into arts soft, toned flesh as the heat of his sticky release floods his boxer shorts, "Art!"

The involuntary calling-out of his best friend's name surprises not only both you and the best friend in question, but also patrick. he didn't mean to, but when he felt the warmth of art's release seep out and stick to his thighs, he couldn't hold it anymore.

you're completely entranced by the obedience and sheer obscenity of the two trembling bodies in front of you, so you're unsure if they've been cumming for two minutes or two hours, but it doesn't really matter. they're gorgeously good listeners, and even better submissives. you'd definitely play with them again, as long as they were up for it. and you knew they would be.

you watch as patrick collapses on top of art in a flushed, limp heap, holding him close as both of their bodies tremble and jerk softly every so often with the aftershocks of their orgasms.

they're both pleasantly surprised when they each feel one of your hands carding your fingers through their heads of hair. their eyes are closed, and they can hardly breathe as they pant, but they are aware of this act of kindness from you. they'll take anything you give them. both of them practically start to purr.

"Breathe, boys, breathe.." you whisper lowly, stroking a soft hand over each head of messy locks.

they do as they're told, trying their best to take deep, slow breaths in and out as the fuzziness in their brains starts to dissipate as the seconds go by.

"Felt good?"

art nods slowly but insistently, while patrick mumbles out a slurred confirmation.

"it felt amazing."

"God, it was really.. that was really good..." art sucks his bottom lip in between his teeth, his arms still limply draped over patrick's shoulders.

you nod, removing your touch from them to press a kiss to the nape of patrick's neck and then a kiss to art's forehead.

"I'm gonna take care of you guys now, ok?"

they nod and grunt softly, but make no attempt to sit up or pry themselves off of each other. this was going to be a long night.

notes; heyyy hehe. just wanted to write up a quick little drabble while i'm working on the two longer fics, and i NEEDED to get sub!art + sub!patrick out of my head. they were rotting in there. ps. srry this probs isn’t my best work, i started writing it at like 4 am last night lmao.

also i love writing orgasm denial and then making the reader just be like

dividers from: @benkeibear

[starxxkitty]

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Movie Nights

Mike Schmidt X Fem!Reader✧˖°.

☆ Synopsis: It's been an exhausting day and Mike finally gets a chance to unwind with you, planning to watch a movie. But the screen is the last thing he can focus on.

☆ Word Count: 1.5k

☆ Warnings: NSFW, swearing, oral (f receiving), fingering, soft smut, No use of y/n

☆ A/N: This was really fun to make, and writer's block is finally leaving me alone!!૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა

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You snapped out of your hazy state as the door clicked, looking at the clock 

11:23 pm.

Mike sluggishly set his stuff down, taking tired steps from the late night. It was one of those fortunate days off for him, yet he insisted on running errands and helping out the neighbors.

Hanging up his coat, you caught a glimpse of him and he looked absolutely wrecked; hair tousled and bags under his eyes with that exhausted look written all over his face. You knew he was tired, you knew he had worked so hard, but damn did he look good.

"Hi," you whispered, earning a small, tired smile from him. “Hey.” Voice quiet, he walked over to the table, looking around, “Do you know where the–” 

“The paperwork?” He nodded, knitting his brows, “I did most of it, the rest is in the first drawer.” A slight wave of shock was evident on his face as he looked your way. “You really didn’t have to..” 

shaking your head, you smiled at his shy tone, “You’ve been working so hard baby. It’s the least I could do.” 

He let out a tired chuckle, slumping beside you on the couch. “God, what did I do to deserve you.” His words made your heart flutter, and even when exhausted, he somehow found a way to look at you with eyes that made you feel like the finest paintings. 

“I missed you” he mumbled, resting his head on your shoulder, relaxing as your hand laced through his loose curls, humming softly, “Missed you too.” The dim lighting and gentle touch did nothing to help his drowsiness, huffing as he felt you move to pick up the remote. “Anything you wanna watch?” 

He sighed, burying his face in your neck, “Whatever you want.” Poor boy, he was completely drained. You clicked through the channels before deciding on something you hoped would be interesting. 

Mike moved his head slightly, eyes on the screen, but his thoughts were on you. Everything about you drove him crazy. That soft voice of yours and even softer touch occupied his mind every day, craving you more than anything he’d ever tasted. The only thing he could think about was those desperate sounds that spewed from your pretty lips when he went down on you. 

“Mike?” Slipping from his thoughts, he shifted against you. “Hm?” God. His voice drove you insane. “We don’t have to watch anything—I mean you seem really tired.” He shook his head, breathing in your sweet scent. “Mm…I jus’ wanna be with you.” Words slurring from exhaustion, he lost himself in your presence. You nod, trying to drown yourself in the movie, though, it threatened to put you to sleep with its nonexistent plot. 

Your attempts to focus were interrupted by that familiar touch, Mike's hands caressing the dip of your waist, “What are you–” Cutting off with a sharp inhale, you felt his fingers slip under your shirt.

You bit back a sigh as his body moved closer. "Missed you so fucking much," he groaned softly, trailing kisses across your jaw. The tone in his voice was so much more desperate than before, hands teasing your hot skin with his fingertips. "Mike..." you sighed, "we can't—" He touched you with such care, dragging his fingers down to your hips, but you knew you had work in the morning. Any longer with him touching you like this, and you'd be up all night. "Focus on the movie baby," he mouthed against your neck. 

You tried to protest, but your jaw went slack before you could even speak as he found that sweet spot against your skin.

"I couldn't stop thinking about you," Hardly processing what he was saying, your body melted at his touch. "You don't know how badly I've been wanting to do this." His words clouded your mind, making it hard to think about anything other than him. It was like he was a different person from when he first got home, his sweet nothings only making you want more.  “I thought you were tired.” Your breathy whisper made his mind spiral.

“Never too tired for you.” 

Inhaling deeply, you tried to keep your eyes on the screen, but no matter where you looked, your mind drifted to him and his touch. Struggling to focus, his hands glided down to your thighs, that feeling of his fingertips dancing on your bare skin making you dizzy before they slipped under your shorts. "Please," you whined. 

"Mike, please—" Your desperation was mesmerizing as he drank in your soft begs, that intoxicating scent of your perfume flooding his senses. 

"Please what?" Desire wrapped around him, "C'mon, baby, tell me what you want." His words were soft, silently begging to hear your lovesick voice. 

You bit back a shy moan, "Touch me…Please." 

Head spinning at the sound of yourself, Mike's breath hitched at your plea, slipping his fingers under your panties. You tipped your head back at the fuzzy feeling of him tracing your clit in slow circles. "Fuck..” he groaned, dipping a finger inside of you, “Look how wet you are." 

He admired your parted mouth struggling to stay quiet and knitted brows before slipping another finger into you, the gentle stretch making your mind go numb. 

 "God, you sound so pretty," he moaned, sinking his fingers deeper, “Come on... let me hear you." 

You had no choice but to let go, drowning him in your soft, involuntary sounds as his fingers curled against that perfect spot you so desperately craved.

You tried, you really did, but you just couldn’t focus on the screen when his fingers were pumping in and out of you, hitting those places that you could never reach.

"I—I can't," you whimpered, feeling that familiar knot in your stomach, you squirmed at the feeling, desperately moving your hips for more friction. He pulled his fingers out right before you could reach the edge, leaving you breathless. You couldn’t even speak, inhaling sharply as he moved off the couch and down to the floor in front of you. Tugging at the waistband of your shorts, your hips stuttered before allowing him to slip them down. 

Legs closing at the sudden exposure, you looked down at him nervously.

"Keep your legs spread f’me," his voice laced with desire and desperation as he gazed up at you. He looked so pretty on his knees like this, that sleepy look filled with a drunken gaze, high off of your body.  Shyly complying, you kept your eyes glued to the man in front of you, hooking his arms under your thighs, hands gripping your hips to keep you still. “Yeah, There you go..” Heart beating faster from the praise whispered into your skin, you couldn't help but bite back a whimper.

That soft sound melted into a moan as his tongue teased you, pressing your hips up against him, you quietly begged for more. Your eyes met his as you looked down, tugging at his hair, and sighing as his tongue finally pressed down on your clit. It was so hard to pay attention to anything else when he was making the sweetest noises you’ve ever heard; that pussy drunk expression driving you insane.

"Fuck, you taste so good," he groaned, blissed out and addicted from the way you tasted. He savored every sound that fell from your pretty lips, slipping his fingers back into you. A whine fell from him as you tugged on his hair once more, brain dizzy from losing yourself in pleasure. Consumed by a trance-like state, you desperately tried to control the moans spilling from your lips as he curled his fingers inside of you.

“Please" he whined breathlessly, the feeling of his fingers pumping in and out of you was addicting. "Cum for me.”

That perfect movement of his tongue working against your cunt had you seeing stars as his name fell from your lips, and fuck, it sounded even better when you were moaning it. The coil in your stomach threatened to snap as his fingers moved faster, eyes shut in pure pleasure. 

"Mikey," you whined, tipping your head back, "Please... I'm–" A broken moan escaped your lips as his fingers buried deep inside of you, desperate for more of those beautiful sounds.

Breathy whimpers spilled from your mouth as you teetered on the edge, finally finishing with the prettiest noise Mike swore he had ever heard. That tired gaze in your eyes made him melt, legs trembling as his fingers slipped from your aching core. He moved his head up to your flushed state, hands roaming across your body as he pressed his lips against yours so desperately; soft, needy moans muffling into the kiss. Slowly slipping his tongue into your mouth, the sweet taste of yourself on him left you weak in the knees.

Pulling back, he admired your beautiful state. Messy breathing, and tainted cheeks; he couldn’t help but bite back a smile, knowing that he was responsible for those sweet eyes and pretty sounds. "You did so good," he mumbled, still tipsy from your body as his arms wrapped around your waist. "Sorry we couldn't watch the whole movie," You collected your thoughts, shaking your head with a weak chuckle, "I enjoyed watching you more."

[f4cefu7ked]

Josh Hutcherson as Mike Schmidt in Five Nights At Freddy’s (2023)

He’s so hot

Credit: @_k4ut7xx on tiktok

[strangererotica]

Just Tell Me When You’ve Had Enough

EXPLICIT CONTENT | MINORS DNI

Sub!Mike Schmidt x Dom!Fem!Reader • Includes edging, queening, oral, squirting, cum eating, bondage

His soft doe eyes gaze up at you, wide and hopeful. Mike wants two completely opposite things, at the same time: for you to finally allow him the orgasm you’ve been edging him towards for hours now, and conversely, for you to keep teasing and provoking him with no relief in sight…

Mike never realized how much he enjoyed submission, till he began dating you. He’d always fallen easily into the dominant role during sexual encounters; it simply came naturally to him. You opened Mike’s eyes to a whole new way of experiencing sex, and although he’s still learning, he couldn’t be a happier student.

He’s painfully hard, naked from the waist down, a white t-shirt plastered to his chest with sweat, wrists bound by rope to the posts of his bed. This is Mike’s idea of paradise now; there’s nowhere else he’d rather be than under your complete control.

You lean forward and swipe your tongue over the head of his cock; Mike convulses like an electrical current has just passed through him. You can’t help but find it amusing. He’s so cute like this, helpless and absolutely desperate, and all for you. A sweet little tied-up toy for you to play with and cuddle and torment in the most delicious ways.

You make yourself comfortable on the bed, moving a hand between your thighs, spreading your wet, puffy lips apart for Mike to see. He flinches forward, his lips a tight line, every muscle in his body tensed. Fuck he wants to touch you, to taste you. But he’s tied up like an animal, and maybe for good reason. Maybe if Mike wasn’t restrained, he’d lose control. If you continue touching yourself like that in front of him, close enough that he can smell you…fuck he’s losing it-maybe he’ll behave like the animal your bonds have reduced him to. Mike hates this-it’s destroying him. He doesn’t want it to stop.

You blow a little kiss of air against his pink, leaking tip. A hungry groan rolls up from Mike’s chest. “Does it hurt?” you taunt, grinning up at him from between his legs. Mike growls back in response, his forehead tight. It’s more than obvious that the pleasure he’s experiencing shifts continuously between pleasure and pain. You glide your fingers between the folds of your pussy, savoring the look of frustration and pure sex on Mike’s face as his eyes hone in on the space you’re touching yourself.

His jaw goes slack, lips parting in a subconscious effort to taste you. His white t-shirt is soaked through with sweat, the dark hair on Mike’s chest and belly visible through the fabric. His cock is standing erect and pulsing, bobbing over his stomach. Fresh beads of pearlescent arousal leak from his tip, dripping down Mike’s cock and drying on his neglected balls.

His head falls back, defeated. In a small, pathetic voice, Mike begs you to please let him come. Lucky for him, you’re feeling generous. Spreading your legs around his waist, you crawl up Mike’s body (still avoiding his cock) and sink your bare cunt over his face. Mike whimpers into your heat; the vibrations from his grateful little sobs go straight to your core. You thread your fingers through Mike’s curls, holding his head in place while he eats you to climax. Mike moans like a bitch into your cunt as he ejaculates untouched, his cock twitching behind your back and spilling cum all over his stomach.

He’s coming down from his release, rutting his nose between your lips, unwilling to release your cunt till he’s made you come as well. Mike fucks his tongue in and out of your sopping hole, lapping your guts like he’s starving, greedy, hungry thrusts that have your hips bucking and thighs clamping around his face as you ride it. Mike savors the sting in his scalp as you tug his hair into fists, the burn of your feet kicking bruises into his chest, the gush of your orgasm running down his neck and soaking his mattress.

Mike eases his tongue from inside you, gazing up between your thighs as you lift yourself off his face. You leave him tied up a minute or so more, just long enough to let him watch you lick his cum off his stomach (after forcing him to make a mess all over himself, a little cleanup is the least you could do…). He watches you in awe, wondering how the hell he got so lucky, finding you? And he’ll never stop wondering, either… 💋

[marvel-y-obsessed]

Shopping with Mike Schmidt on Christmas

Req: No

Prompt : shopping and teasing your boyfriend into thinking you're done when your not.

Genre: fluff

A/n: ik its a lil short but short things can still be satisfying (she never said that LMFAO)

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You were out with Mike on a busy Sunday afternoon. The hustling crowds of moms shoving people so they can buy the richest ham or whatever. But you and Mike aren't here necessarily just for Christmas shopping. You guys are here to just buy much needed groceries.

“M/n when are we gonna be done” Mike pouted. “We’re not done yet, we only grabbed one thing.” You return. “Ugh, fine” he whines, pulling out his phone and going on tiktok. “Baby, be patient, it'll be fast as long as these moms get out of our way.” You complained “how can I possibly be patient when we’re in supermarket traffic” he said pointing to all the people in the aisles. “You know what babe, maybe watching tiktok for a while isn’t so bad right now.” You slightly agree and pull out your phone too.

After grabbing a lot of the items you needed and some wants you decide to pull a little prank on Mike. “Ok Babe, we’re finally done!” You sigh in fake relief. “WAIT REALLY?!” Mike excitedly jumps hearing that you two were “done” shopping. “No doofus if u actually looked at the list I literally sent you and you went to grab some of the stuff we would be done. But no, you wanna just follow and be on tiktok.” You somewhat explain.

“Wait, so are we done or not?” Mike asks, a little annoyed. “No silly we’re only halfway there” you laugh in his face when you see his shocked and hurt face. “Why do you do this to me?” he pouts and puts his head down. “I'm sorry babes, how about we go get ice cream after this?” You pull him into a sweet kiss. “YES PLEASE!” He shouts. “Ok it sounds like a plan!” You kiss him before heading out to grab more with him, now happier than he was.

[blurryszn]

thinking about tyler n josh, before a show, sitting in their green room. tyler had his pants pooled around his ankles as he was sat on the couch. josh was on top of him, grinding over his bulge. sweet moans filled cramped space, and josh’s breath warmed tyler skin. tyler had his head tilted back with his lips parted as breathy gasps left his mouth. normally, tyler was loud but, due to them being in a semi public area— he tried to keep quiet. keyword; try.

josh couldn’t help but laugh softly, “you’re falling apart. normally, that’s my job.” he would quip and tyler couldn’t help but laugh as well, his eyes screwed shut. his hands are on josh’s hips, guiding his movements. so close, so so close, he could almost taste it.

“shut up,” tyler gritted through his teeth. and josh did just that, focusing on not letting his own whimpers and moans leave his lips. finally, the two come undone, a warmth spreading through them. tyler leaned forward and bit on josh’s shoulder as he came, his cock throbbing his boxers. overstimulated when josh didn’t stop grinding.

“baby, baby..” tyler gasped, halting josh’s movements. they both shuddered as they felt each other. eventually, tyler leaned back, his head against the couch. he was about to speak, when a knock at the door was heard. soon, mark poked his head in, not looking directly at them.

“showtime.”

[sadsstoptalkingfr]

Guys... CAN YOU PRETTY PLEASE SEND ME (sfw and nsfw) SPENCER REID, MIKE SCHMIDT OR ADRIAN CHASE REQUESTS?☹️ (I'll do a little blog intro thing later)

[ghosteim]

mike schidmt PUHLEASEE - 🎀

Another one?! Oh geez

Thinking about!

A subby mike crying and whining as you ride his cock, your gummy walls squeezing him while he tries not to cum.

Sub!mike who begs you to cum only for you to say no and degrade him for even asking.

Sub!mike who cries from overstimulation as you cream on his cock once again as he's yet to cum

Sub!mike who desperately thrust into your cunt once you give him permission to cum, his voice rough from overuse as he lets out almost silent "thank you's" and whines

Sub!mike who finally cums after your velvety walls clench around him, his movements slow and lethargic as he rides out the orgasm

Sub!mike who whines as you pull out and lay beside him, his cock aching from all the action, you smile as he makes eye contact with you. "How was it baby?" His eyes glaze over a bit as he smiles

"it was awesome"

[https-cyber-slxt]

more nipple play 😈😈😈

STOP NO MORE

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Anyways, I added a lil more, hope ydm

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Oh how pretty he was, tied up with rope as a satin blindfold covered his vision, heightening his senses.

You straddle his hips and he whimpers at the sensation, he knew that he was extra sensitivite with the blindfold on, and he knew that you would use that to its advantage.

You smile as you lock your lips with his, you slide your tongue over his bottom lip, asking for access, he gradually opens his mouth, allowing your tongue to slip through.

You giggle as you decide to put your hands to use and play with his nipples, he immediately bucks his hips up, shifting you up, you laugh at his actions.

You let go of the kiss, a string of saliva connecting you two, you wipe your thumb over his lips "Such a pretty boy for me" you praise.

You wrap one of your hands around his throat, while lowering yourself down to his chest, you take one of his nipples into your mouth, beginning to tighten your grip with your other hand.

A choked moan escaped him as you begin to suck on his nipple, his hips bucking up in response, you let go of his throat and begin to give his other nipple the same amount of attention.

Whimpers escape him as you continue to stimulate him, his arms straining against the rope, he continues to buck his hips into the air, gaining no friction.

His whimpers turned into moans, signalling his orgasm, you let go and bite down on his neck, and that was enough to tip him over the edge as he came in his pants.

He pants as he shifts uncomfortably in his clothes, you untie the blindfold and look him in the eyes while smiling "Hi honey".

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A/N: My face while writing anything: 😐

My face when writing nipple play: 😟😢🤨😨😱🤢😓🤔🤯😡🥶😬

Also you didn't specify who was receiving the nipple play, but I'm just gonna assume it's Josh

[starxxkitty]

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One More

Sub!Mike Schmidt X Fem!Reader⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

Synopsis: You have a crucial meeting you need to attend, but when your boyfriend, asks for a kiss, you shut him down immediately, knowing that once he starts he won't stop.

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: Suggestive themes, swearing, no use of y/n

A/N: Hello! This is my first post, I've been wanting to get back into writing, so if you have any requests, lmk!(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

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“C’mon…” Mike groaned in frustration against your skin, “just one kiss.”

You knew that was a lie, you both knew. And as much as you wished you could push him down and kiss him right then and there, you couldn’t.

“We talked about this last night. I have an important meeting and I can’t miss it.” You sighed, attempting to loosen the grip he had on your waist. “Besides, I’ve already been late almost every day this week because of you.”

He remembered all those times that you left the house, hair messy and cheeks red from his touch. He remembered it so well. Well enough to crave it again. Tightening his arms, he let out a whine, pressing soft kisses against your neck and pulling you impossibly closer. “That won’t happen again.” 

Another lie.

“Please…” He mumbled desperately, “I promise you’ll get to work on time.” His hands subtly crept under your shirt, exploring your soft skin.

“Mike.” You scolded lightly as you felt his fingertips tracing your body. “The only way I’ll be on time is if I leave. Right now.” 

“Your meeting doesn’t start for another 45 minutes,” He grumbled, hands slipping out from under your shirt and reaching towards the top buttons, gently sucking against your neck before letting out an annoyed groan as you slapped his hand away. “See? This is the same situation as last time” you chastised, “I know what you’re trying to do Mike.” 

He dropped his head to your shoulder, huffing in defeat. “If we make it quick—" You shook your head. “That's the problem. It’s not going to be quick.” Grabbing his hands and pulling them off, you pressed him against the couch. “I don’t get why you can’t just wait for like—two hours.” He looked up at you nervously as he felt the force of your hand. “Some people aren’t as patient as you.” He mumbled, voice quieter than before. 

You pushed him back down as he attempted to grab at your hips, a breathless groan escaping him. “I haven’t spent time with you in forever. This new job’s kicking my ass.” His voice broke slightly in desperation as you moved closer, amused by his words. “You’ve been spending time with me every morning.” He shook his head, breath quickening at your closeness,

“Not enough time..” he glanced up at you with that sweet look.

Those desperate eyes and that soft voice, you couldn’t help but bite your lip, clearly conflicted. “You promise not to take more than 5 minutes?” You finally broke. Who were you to deny this poor boy? He nodded eagerly. “I need to hear you say it, Mike.” Moving closer, your eyes narrowed slightly, “I’m not going to be late for this meeting. Am I?” He looked up at you, taking a shallow breath. “Yeah…No late meetings” Mike cleared his throat, stumbling over his words, “Only 5 minutes.” mindless words and agreements spilled from his mouth, but the only thing he could think about was how perfect your lips looked right now. 

You hummed, knowing that was a lie too. “I’m holding you to that.” You leaned in closer, straddling his hips, enjoying that familiar feeling of your bodies connecting. His breath hitched at the sudden friction, attempting to stay calm at the feeling of your hands playing with the hem of his shirt. 

“I’m being serious about this Mike…” you whispered above his lips, “No more than 5 minutes.”

“Mhm..” his voice came out as a pathetic plea, silently asking for you to do something. Sighing, you slipped your hands under his shirt, watching his face soften, before finally giving him what he so desperately wanted. As your lips connected, he let out a groan, the familiar taste of you had his mind spinning in a lustful haze. He usually kissed so gently, holding your face and waiting for you to initiate anything more. 

But this? 

His lips were tantalizing, hypnotizing you into a state of want. The way he pressed up against you, desperately pulling your body closer was making you go dizzy. The kiss was hot and needy as his hands roamed under your shirt in desperation, memorizing you and every part of your body. 

Gently, your tongue slipped into the kiss, his breathy whine muffled as your lips moved against his, hands falling down to your waist, holding you desperately as he moved your body against his. Pulling away, you dipped your head down to his neck. “Hard already?” Letting out a breathless chuckle as you pressed down against him, teasing the skin of his jawline. You peppered kisses against him, moving your hips in a slow, circular motion before bringing your face back up to his, admiring him.

You had hardly done anything and he was a mess. Soft moans left him with that clouded stare, desperately attempting to strain back the noises spewing from his mouth. “Please..” he whined, his voice barely audible, “Please do something.” Need coated his pleas as he subconsciously bucked up into your hips, causing you to pause your movements.

He groaned at the sudden lack of friction. “I—” he was cut off by a needy groan slipping from his mouth from the feeling of your lips just above his.  “Fuck…please, keep going.” 

You shook your head, a hint of amusement on your face “Time’s up baby.” Looking down, you saw his eyebrows knit together, “Please…god I need you.” His voice was so soft, so needy, as he grabbed at your hips, trying to rock your body back and forth against his, desperate for more friction.

“I thought you promised?” You mocked softly, grabbing his hands and forcing them away. “5 minutes isn’t enough?” Leaning ever so closer, you teased his lips with your own. He could hardly even think straight, your perfume invaded his senses, and the phantom feeling of your lips against his made him grow impatient. 

“I’ll do anything..” he whined, “please just kiss me one more time.” A sigh left your lips as you looked down at the man pathetically begging underneath you. “See, I knew this would happen. You just can’t stop thinking with your dick, can you?” He inhaled sharply at your words,  attempting to cover up how much they affected him.  Grinding down onto his hips, you earned one last sweet moan from him, finally sliding off of his lap. 

“Please..” the beg fell from his lips like a prayer as he looked up at you, head dizzy and weak. You knew he was too tempting, the desire lingering in his eyes with that pretty look on his face. Leaning down, you gave him one last kiss out of pity. Breaking away, his lips desperately chased yours, a needy gasp escaping him.

“See you after work.” You whispered, cupping his face before grabbing your bag and stepping outside, closing the door behind you.

[f4cefu7ked]

I just realized that, going into the FNAF movie, I thought Mike Schmidt was gonna turn out to be Michael Afton (similar to the lore timeline I like to follow). But now after watching the movie I realize that they’re not actually related :D

To put it simply. Threesome is now an option

[jrueships]

Stef headbutting (bunting) Josh every five seconds and josh just letting him

[marvel-y-obsessed]

Working on a fic alrdy 😻🤞🏾YALL GET READY ITS A DOOZY 😭

[blurryszn]

you know that lanyard that Clancy has? The black one with the CLANCY embroidered onto it? And that one picture with Josh and Tyler with the lanyard wrapped around them?

I feel Torch and Clancy would do that!! They’d wrap it around their heads and necks and claim that “so they don’t loose each other” or something like that lmao.

torch uses it as a leash for clancy :3