#mike schmidt x reader fluff

[cozymaples]

mike who lets you suck on his fingers, enabling your oral fixation as he kisses your neck. mike who slides them down your torso after they're coated completely, sliding both of them inside of you at once. mike who catches the moan you release into his own mouth, stealing it through the kiss he presses to your lips. mike who moans back, parting his lips for air as he moans into your mouth, cock twitching at how tight you are. how warm you are-how wet you are.

"my pretty fuckin' baby," he murmurs against your lips. you gasp softly here and there, little "ah!-" 's escaping from you, echoing into his mouth. "uh-huh," he encourages, fingers brushing along your g-spot. "come for me."

[leossmoonn]

Welcome back, Sara!!! For a fluffy Mike idea, maybe just a cozy rainy day spent at home with Mike and Abby? Like watching movies with cups of hot cocoa under a mountain of blankets, and all that jazz

Hi Logan ☺️☺️☺️ thanks for sending this in. I’m always afraid of writing fluff fics bc like everyone wants the smut, but it’s reassuring to have this put in lol

it’s a sunday and mike just so happens to have the day off. he’s been working long and hard hours and you convinced him to take the day off. you and abby are so excited; you two planned the whole day from the moment you woke up to the time it was time for abby to sleep. unfortunately, it’s rainy and a sudden wind chill swept through. none of you need to get sick and mike didn’t want to make making abby carry an umbrella, so you make the quick decision to stay in. abby’s a little disappointed, but you try to make up for it.

the first thing you and mike do in the morning is make a fort with abby. and not just a little four corners fort. no, she makes you cover the entire living room with blankets. even the tv was included! you and mike are dragged into some play-pretend games. for a lot of them mike’s forced to play some sort of villan.

“why can’t i play the hero, abby?” mike frowns. “because that’s her job!” abby points to you.

mike gives you a look and you shrug. “abby’s the director here. cant fight with the boss.”

mike rolls his eyes, wanting to get out of the humid blankets and sleep, but he knows how happy this makes abby. and even though abby is making him play the bad guy, he knows she means it out of love and he also loves getting to spend as much time with abby as he can. watching you act is pretty cute as well.

once abby gets bored of playing in her fort — which is like 3 hours later — she decides she wants to watch a movie.

“let’s clean up first, yeah?” mike suggests. “no! let’s keep the fort up to watch the movie!” abby says.

“abby, no. we had our fun with the fort. it’s time to turn the house back to normal,” mike says. “please say we can keep the fort up!” abby pouts as she looks up at you.

mike gives you a warning look, but you can’t say no to abby. “let’s just keep the fort up for the movie, yeah?”

abby squeals and wiggles back into the fort. mike glares at you. “she’s never going to want to take it down.”

“she will when it’s time for bed, which is hours away.” you step closer to him, gently putting your hand on his shoulder. “how about i pop some popcorn — the real stuff on the stove — and i make us some hot coca, okay?”

well, who was mike to turn down stove-popped popcorn and hot cocoa. he felt like a little kid again. it doesn’t help that you and abby’s pouty faces were ganging up on him. he sighs in defeat and nods, crossing his arms around his chest.

“fine, but after the movie, we will clean all this up, okay?”

“of course,” you nod. you turn to abby who is lit up with excitement. “can i pick the movie?”

“yep! do you want any popcorn?” you ask her. “yes. can you put m&ms in mine?” she asks. “you got it, babe,” you answer.

you three settle in the fort, abby laying on her stomach right in front of the tv. she chose “Lady and The Tramp”, which was one of her more enjoyable movie choices.

“mike, you’re kind of like the tramp,” abby comments, popping a handful of popcorn and m&ms into her mouth.

you begin to laugh but cover it up with a cough when mike shoots you a glare. “abby, that’s not very nice.”

“he knows it’s true,” she says, kicking her feet up and dangling them in the air. “And you’re like Lady.”

you glance at mike, a small smile on your face. you lean into him, your nose brushing against the scruff on his cheek. “i think what she’s trying to say is that we are perfect for each other.”

the tips of his ears turn pink. he wraps his arm around you, pulling you in so your head rests on his shoulder. “she could’ve said it differently, though.”

you giggle, “nah, i think it’s accurate.” he rolls his eyes, but there’s no denying the smile on his face and twinkle in his eye.

mike ends up falling asleep towards the end of the movie. his head rests on your chest, both arms around your waist to hold you close. your hands are in his hair, massaging his scalp while the credits roll.

“why is he so tired all the time?” abby pouts. “he works a lot,” you say. “but i’m sure he’ll wake up soon. why don’t you help me clean the fort up?”

“do i have to?” abby frowns. “i think mike would appreciate that,” you say.

“ugh, fine. but only if we can have pancakes for dinner.”

you grin and nod, “you got it.”

mike wakes up to the smell of chocolate chip pancakes. he twists and turns on the floor, the sizzle of bacon him bringing him into consciousness. he begins to open his eyes, his back beginning to ache from sleeping on the floor. he hears some giggling coming from the kitchen, sitting himself up on his elbow and peering over the couch. you’re at the stove, a spatula in your hand. abby’s sitting at the table, crayons littering the wood.

“look who’s up!” you exclaim. mike groans softly as he sits up, using the couch as a crutch to stand up. “i’m sorry i fell asleep. between the rain and the pillows —”

“shush,” you cut him off. he walks over to you, wrapping an arm around your waist, his fingers tracing sliver of skin on the small of your back that’s exposed. “i ruined our day.”

“no, you didn’t. right, abs?” you turn to her. “you did snore a lot, but you didn’t,” she says. you smile at mike, “see? all is well.”

“smells good.” he mumbles as he wraps both arms around your waist, placing his chin onto your shoulder.

“me or the food?” you glance at him with a teasing smile. he takes a not-so-nonchalant inhale of your skin. “both,” he answers.

“ew!” abby grimaces behind you two. you and mike both laugh and he presses a kiss to your cheek before pulling away. he brings some plates and silverware out, sitting across from abby and waiting for the food.

mike stares as you two discuss abby’s drawing. he can’t wipe the smiles off of his face. his life was never perfect and he knew it was never going to be, but if he could just keep this — keep you two — he would then be able to call it perfect.

“mike,” abby says with a little pout. “what’s up?” he asks.

“do you have to go back to work tomorrow?” she asks. ���i do, but you also have to go back to school,” he states.

“i don’t want to,” she says. mike sighs, the calmness from his body fleeting. “you don’t have a choice, abby. i’m sorry.”

“i… i just mean… i want this day to last forever.”

his eyes widen and glance up at you. you’re rubbing her back soothingly, giving him an encouraging smile.

“maybe we can do something special for dinner again tomorrow,” you suggest. “we can watch a movie and even eat dinner on the couch.”

abby’s face lights up and she nods. “okay! can i pick the movie again?”

“only if you don’t compare me to a dog again,” mike says. abby giggles and puts a forkful of pancakes in her mouth before speaking again. “we’ll see,” she quips.

mike looks back at you, placing his hand inside of yours on the table. your feet slides up his calf, your eyes soft as you look over his face. his heart warms and for the first time in a while, he feels at peace.

[etherynn]

— Most Beautiful Someone

pairings : mike schmidt ✗ fem!reader

word count : 1.9k

summary : in which you discover something shocking yet beautiful of one of mike’s features.

genre / contains : FLUFF, so much love and adoration for mike ( as he deserves ! ) kissing, cuddling, very minor cussing, maybe some slight repetitive things - if so I apologize in advance— but I think das it—

tags : @mrswatermelons-blog ( so far ! )

author’s note : hi there ! this is my first fic of mike schmidt (while another is currently on the works—) but anyways, I would really love to hear ( well read —) what you thought about this, and I hope you enjoy ! <33

You, from the moment you laid eyes on him, had the surface of Mike’s face etched within your mind.

The shape of his brows, the outline of his gaze, the narrowness of his perfect nose, the curves of his mouth, the structure of his jawline, the stubble accentuating his skin.

Every furrow and frown, every twitch and spasm, every scrunch and flare, every curve and pout, every lock and movement, every feel and scratch, every freckle and wrinkle.

You cataloged and analyzed his every lineament, leaving no part unseen nor unloved. From the features upon him to the ones within and deeply hidden – flawed yet so utterly and devastatingly beautiful in your perspective, and no one could ever tell you otherwise.

Yet you’d recently made a shocking revelation. One that had occurred one late night, for you remember perfectly how the moonlight seeping through his curtains illuminated his pretty face and how you just couldn’t get enough of him as he was with you.

It’d occurred when your palms had cradled the exterior of his jaw, pads of your thumbs brushing the corners of his mouth as they hoisted into the brightest of smiles he’s ever gifted you with. The frigidness of the silver aligned around your digits produced a sensation oddly soothing enough for the skin below his bristles, pressing every so gently with every stroke upon his cheeks.

His dark locks – usually disheveled and grim with sweat from all his hard work – carried an aromatic scent, thick strands curling around the crown of his head in a way that gave him a light stroke of a boyish look. It was a look that you couldn’t simply brush aside, murmuring teasing but soft remarks which he could only chuckle sheepishly at, cheeks flushing at your words.

And his breaths – deep from within his lungs and exhaled in such a leisured way – fanned across your skin when he’d shift himself forward to softly kiss you.

“I’m very happy right now.” You breathed serenely, cheek nudging to the side of his nose while he bore deeper into your form, a single finger of his brushing along the refined line of your collarbone before retreating.

“Yeah?” You could feel the corners of his mouth elevate against the apple of your cheek, your smile brightening while giving him a nod.

The pads of your digits skim across his skin, luminous under the sphere’s light.

His hands – adapted but so warm, so perfectly fitting upon your every curve – were touching you in the purest way, palms rested above your hips, thumbs stroking the clothed flesh there while his digits rested slightly near the sides of your lower back, occasionally pushing against your skin – aching to keep any space between you both closed. He’d been absorbing every moment and basking in every touch you gifted him, whiskey brown eyes observing, admiring you as he always does.

Or what you had thought were whiskey brown eyes.

The tints of his faint freckles somehow became more conspicuous under the light, and so did the color of his so-called brown eyes.

His lashes, a very subtle curl within their edges, had been the curtain their color had seeped through. A shade of green you caught, a flicker of yellow that sparkled. That was until his eyelids hid them, closing for a few seconds as he released soft breaths while relaxing into you.

For a moment you thought yourself delusional, bewildered, possibly even wasted on something somewhat similar to an alcoholic beverage. Intoxicated by your very own drug, Mike Schmidt.

It was laughable almost, the way you had tensed, not batting an eye, heartbeat coming to a halt at the ‘false knowledge’. And perhaps you would’ve if it weren’t for them coming to view once more, shining more vividly than you’d seen them the first time.

Your eyes darted between his, a glower narrowing your gaze before humming deliberately.

His mouth – lusciously pink and gaining a suppleness from every sweet mold pressured against yours – twisted into a smile. “What is it, doll?”

Another hum rumbled up your throat, a quiver he felt so profoundly as he laid upon you, chin atop your chest. He chuckled softly when your lips pursed, neck craning forward to the point where the tip of your nose brushed up the bridge of his, a soft eupna aerating over the outline of his upper lip, and this he absorbed as if it was his breath of fresh air.

While he bathed in the close proximity you both shared in this moment, there was a perplexity rising in him at your slight … eccentric behavior, to say the least.

“...Y/N?”

“Your eyes.”

“What ?”

“Your eyes,” You repeated, a bit more louder, finger reaching out and very lightly brushing along the bottom edge of his eye, lower lashes greeting your skin with a butterfly kiss. “-aren’t brown.”

This he furrowed his brows at, chin jutting out while his mouth twisted into what could be described as a reproving grin. “What’re you talking about? My eyes are brown.”

“Yeah, when light isn’t near them.” You corrected, squinting even harder to continue your inspection. A narrow ring of gold brimmed around his pupils, a prominent twinkle given from the moon’s bright glow. It brought out a moss-like green hue, whiskey brown enhancing their richness. “There is a bit of brown in them though…but not entirely. They’re kinda green.”

You knew how clear, almost translucent his orbs had been. You’d seen him in every shine of light except nature’s. It’s avowed to say you haven’t had a full, open schedule to always be together, moments always scurried, trying to soak in as much as you could. But you always admired, always assured him it was okay and for that very reason, his love for you seemed to swell tenfold.

Your words were breathless, expression astonished and your hands fell to the bed, trying to take it in. You smiled widely when his eyes held wide and open for you to continue looking into them. “A-are you sure?”

Laughter bubbled up your throat, hands finding their place on his cheeks once more. “Yes, I am… in fact, I think they’re hazel.”

It was his turn to squint, giving you an almost dubious look but sort of…hopeful– before letting out a staggered scoff. “Hazel ? W — no I have to see this–” He was quick to rise off you but not before twisting in your hold and placing a swift kiss to your palm.

You watched in amusement as he rushed to pick up a small mirror he had placed on his desk, watching from behind how his thumb rose to stretch his eyelid up. He blinked numerous times, then bulged his eyes out, then blinked some more.

“I have green eyes.” His words were soft and even but they laced with astoundment.

You brought a hand to your mouth, curling it into a fist and coughed into it, “Hazel.”

Mirth shimmered your face whenever he turned back at you, a goofy grin transforming his face. “I have hazel eyes.”

It was extraordinary, oddly terrifying even how strong and aching your love for him was. How with each new revelation coming to the surface only spiraled and intensified that love, even with the simplest of smiles. And somehow, as he finds his way back upon you, face centimeters away from yours, that current revelation of his hazel eyes illuminates the tones of his features, igniting the warmth and happiness of his expression.

And you just have to smile down at him as he cuddles himself into you – murmuring how he’s much cuter than Abby now and mentioning how his mother had green eyes so perhaps it’d make sense for him to inherit hazel eyes – because as you gazed at him with delight and love, hearing him speak with ease and openness when near you, one wouldn’t have ever suspected the past he’d had.

A most beautiful, strong human being you fell in love with. To have such a deterrent in one’s life as a young child and be able to course it no matter the struggle. “I’m so glad I found you,” You whispered, touching his cheek, “So glad you’re my most beautiful someone.”

His gaze softened, cheeks flushing at your words and a gold radiance warmed his vibrant depths as he stared up at you. Your lips were curved – imbuing that precious smile he’d thoroughly adored. The backs of his fingers stroked your cheeks, soon sliding them across the line of your jaw and down your neck.

His gaze stayed fixated on your face, noticing the faint tint of blush dusting your cheeks. It pleased him to feel, to know it was because of him.

You were some breath of fresh air, bursting into his life in all the middle of his estranged drawn out events— brash in all the right ways, kind when he needed, and far too soft to be tangled up in any of his troubles.

And while he tried keeping you away, trying to keep you from any taunt of his mess, he’s eternally grateful you didn’t.

He’d come to the terms already, that with the inexplicable revelation he beamed unconditionally like the most love-sick idiot on this planet, just for you. Every action and word uttered to existence was all because of the goodness you believed lied within him, and he was damn sure nothing could ever change that.

It was a rarity for him – to be perceived in so much affection, acceptance, love. To feel it channel so heartily, so essentially through you, enveloping him with it.

A tenderness he’d never felt or known before, until he found you.

His head shook, curls swaying at the action before hoisting himself forward until his forehead rested over yours. There was something unreadable that floated in his eyes, something gentle and so very fragile as he let himself ease into your touch.

Your palms cradled his jaw, feeling the tremors of it, hearing the deep inhales he took in. Your words had stirred his insides, and you’d quickly realized he didn’t know what to say, how to approach your declaration. And you didn’t force him, simply letting him know there was a strong ability in unspoken words. With that, he did nothing other than let a breath caress your mouth before puncturing a kiss.

Soft, sweet. He was very gentle with you, but it was Mike, always so desperate, so touch-starved when he was being consumed by your frame, your jittering breaths, the grasp of hands and lips, your very love.

With one final brush of his smiling lips, one final shimmer of colorful eyes thanks to nature’s glow, he let his head tuck beneath your chin, nose nuzzling over the column of your throat before letting his cheek fall upon your chest.

You love him unconditionally — there’s no hesitation in those words. But you loved him even more when in this state. Free to hold, free to express, free of worries, free of the past. It was easy to forget that he was a simple human soul with flaws, wrapped in a chaos he had no fault over and yet found himself in distress so very often.

Yet you offered him something he hadn’t felt in a long time. Peace. Like a river that has been rushing, pulled by the currents for too long, cycling through many untamed and unpredictable storms. Yet you made his waters still. You’d like to think that perhaps the temporary end to Mike’s storm inhabit in your arms, soul entwining in your heartbeat.

And you're not sure your heart has never felt like this before — so molten hot, valves working overtime, ribbons of affection tightening across your chest. You’re certain they’d leave scorch marks, revelations of your bleeding heart that pulses with each beat just for Mike.

And though you continued to unravel wonderous revelations of your love for Mike, one was certain ; Mike was your most beautiful someone and that will never falter.

[sadesluvr]

"Santa, Baby" - A Mike Schmidt blurb

After years of hating the holidays, Mike gets a Christmas miracle.

A/N: Merry Christmas / Happy Holidays everyone! 🎄✨ This is just me writing a silly little blurb bc I’m sad yet obsessed with the idea of spending the season with Mike and Abby. They deserve the world :’)

Set in the 2000’s like the movie.

Word count: 463

Tags: FLUFF / GN! Reader / Not much really / Mike gets to be happy for once

Mike couldn’t remember the last time he enjoyed Christmas. It was no secret that it was difficult for him, working a minimum wage job with two mouths to feed didn’t leave much room for luxury dinners or fancy gifts, but it didn’t mean they didn’t try. They always put up a tree, a few decorations, and Abby got at least one present…Other than that, they spent the actual day watching whatever was on TV and listening to the radio. Then, he was usually back to work in a few days.

He hated not being able to give Abby the holiday she deserved. It killed him to think that the kids at her school would talk about all the cool things they got, whilst she got barely anything. 

He couldn’t even remember the last time he received a present. 

This Christmas was different. It was his first with you, someone who happened to have money at your disposal. Ever since you'd visited their house, you’d made efforts to turn it into a home - replacing the curtains, buying a new fridge - even spoiling Abby with art lessons. At first, Mike had been hesitant; but he saw the way that Abby smiled just a bit brighter, and the way slept just a bit easier, and slowly gave into the idea of being spoiled.

“Open it!” You buzzed, Santa hat bobbing slightly as you handed a large box to him, Abby engrossed in her new toy, but glancing up briefly to watch the interaction. Mike raised an eyebrow, blushing even at the idea of having a gift. Slowly, he tore off the wrapping paper, and his Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat as he realised what it was.

“It’s a PS2!” you buzzed happily. “I remember you talking to me about how much you loved to game and had an NES when you were a teenager…I know memories of that time aren’t the best, but maybe you can make new ones..?”

Mike felt the tears well in his eyes, clenching his jaw as he trembled. 

You’d listened to him. Not only had you listened, but you’d remembered. You’d cared enough to go out of your way and get something that connected his past and present, when you could’ve just as easily got a cashmere sweater.

He felt twelve years old again; wasting hours in front of a tiny TV, shoving popcorn into his mouth as a gamed. His mom never understood the appeal.

With shaky hands, he looked up at you. You’d even bought him a game alongside it.

Smiling, you felt your heart break just a little, but you could see that he was practically screaming thank you. 

“Go ahead,” you smiled, watching as Abby rushed over to admire Mike’s new gift. “I’ll watch the food,”

[coriolantha]

‧˚₊•୨ Patience ୧•‧₊˚⊹

mike schmidt x GN! reader

summary: mike comforts you after you've had a long day₊˚⊹:˚｡⋆୨୧˚

tags: fluff, mike being a sweetheart (as always), anxiety, reader has bad self image, insecurities, reader is overwhelmed and needs a break (so real), hugging, cuddling, comfort

wc: 1.1k

notes: hii this is my first fic i've posted on here. ngl i'm... scared. im not proud of this but i can't scrap it this time otherwise i'm never gonna get anything posted LMAO. please leave any criticism in the comments if you'd like, feel free to share any opinions, i want to improve the quality of my writing! thank you sm for reading! 🫶

today has been punishing.

rain trickled down the foggy window, making soft tapping sounds as they hit and fell, reluctantly racing down to gather in the weep holes. the rough, scratchy carpet beneath you beginning to burn as you shuffled around your desolate home.

exhausted, you gave up trying to distract yourself from your main task; your bedroom.

your eyes darted around your cluttered room, glossing over as you noticed every individual piece of clothing that wasn't hung up, organized, and neatly put away. you began to have a headache thinking about where to even begin. you felt like a filthy slob, your surroundings perfectly reflecting how you've felt all day.

you flicked the lights off, the warmly lit room now becoming pitch black, except for the small gleam of light that came through the open door. you sat on your bed, absentmindedly kicking your various pants and t-shirts away from you to give yourself some room to lay down.

mike wouldn't be back home for a while now. it was only 12:45am, which gave you 5 hours and 25 minutes to attempt to sleep before having to get ready for your office job... which would leave little to no time to spend with mike.

fuck mondays.

turning over to your side, you hugged your knees, shivering. no amount of blankets could fix how cold you felt. the truth was, you missed your boyfriend; longing for his cozy hugs and soft, gentle kisses he'd press against your cheek as he consoled you.

you missed him more than anything in the world.

with a blink, the tears that have been collecting in your eyes came down your flushed face at once. laying there, you accepted your pitiful reality, slowly drifting off into unwanted slumber, in solitude.

the time was around 2am when you felt a dip into the bed. panicking, you quickly awoke, shuffling to sit up as fast as possible. although you didn't know of the time, something felt off. mike wasn't supposed to be home yet, that's for sure.

panic turned into confusion as you heard mike, obviously feeling guilty for having jumpscaring you so badly.

"oh, shit- baby, it's me," he whispered apologetically, reaching his hand out to cup your cheek. turning on the dim lamp, he quickly turned back to face you. his eyes bore into yours, scanning to make sure you were going to be alright.

all day he was desperate to see your face, even after his shorter-than-usual-shift. mike couldn't get enough of your perfection, although you always brushed him off whenever he ever mentioned this to you.

he noticed your terrified expression which started to wear off, beginning to blend into relief.

"it's just me... you don't need to worry about anything, okay? i'm right here, no one's gonna hurt you," he muttered, leaning over to press a chaste kiss on your lips, lingering longer than usual.

weight lifted off your shoulders as you began to put pieces together. now, all you needed was an answer to your burning question.

"mike, why did you come home so early? did something happen?" you asked anxiously, looking right back at your boyfriends affectionate, adoring eyes.

"oh, sweetheart..." he soothed, "i got let out early today. nothing worth worrying about. i guess they didn't need me as much as i thought they did," he let out a quick, dry laugh, shaking his head dismissively.

"fuck, i've missed you all day, i'm so damn glad i could leave that job early. anything to see you, my love," he cooed, brushing a strand of hair out of your face, delicately tucking it behind your ear

you were in awe; it was a miracle he came home early, especially today. you were fighting to hold your tears back, mouth quivering as you bit your bottom lip. mike noticed your change in emotion immediately.

"hey hey hey," he whispered urgently, quickly grabbing your hand and giving it a light squeeze, "what's wrong?" his voice drowned in concern.

"i did nothing all day. the only thing i've done is just stand around and... thought of doing something, but i couldn't. i was so tired, but of what? like, why didn't i clean our room? and the worst part is, you have to come home, tired as hell, ready to go to sleep, only to see your messy room and your partner who still hasn't done anything about it," you quavered, sniffling softly as warm tears fell from your eyes.

mike said nothing, but you could sense how hurt he felt after you talked so badly about yourself. he sighed, laying down on the plush mattress. he patted his chest, inviting you to rest your head there. you did so immediately, closing your eyes as you listened closely to his heart beat.

"you know i love you, right?" he asked gently. you stayed quiet, knowing he wasn't expecting an answer.

"i love everything about about you. but the only thing i don't love is how badly you talk of yourself. i hate it. it doesn't make any sense to me," he stressed, stroking your hair soothingly.

"so what if our room is messy? i don't think about that when i come home. all i think about is how i can finally be with you. i'm not going to let some clothes on the floor get in the way of us, ever. or anything, in fact."

you nodded in agreement silently, your tears dry on your cheeks.

"we can tackle this room together. we can do this however you want- i can pick up your clothes while you organize them into whichever area they go to, and i'll pick up my clothes too, but you won't have to organize that, i'll take care of it. how does that sound?" he asked delicately.

you instantly felt a huge weight lift off your shoulders.

"thank you so much, mike. you don't know how much i needed you today," you exhaled, "really."

he looked down lovingly at you, curled up beside him. he kissed your head tenderly, rubbing up and down your back.

goosebumps spread across your arms. you felt so loved and safe.

"the real question is," you suddenly asked, "how are you so perfect? were you made in a factory or something?"

"says you," he laughed, holding you tighter.

the two of you basked in the love you had for one another for a while. no words were exchanged, only him occasionally rubbing his thumb against your arm, while you began to doze off, which caught his attention.

"want me to turn the light off?"

you nodded, wrapping your arm around his stomach.

he turned over once more, pulling the cord of the lamp light, the room now pitch black.

"i love you," he whispered, turning to his side a little more so he could be pressed closer against you.

"i love you too, mike. always," you mumbled back, the two of you drifting off to sleep.

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dividers by @f-loqweres 🫶

[markhoffmans-certified-slut]

Catch-Up Characters | PDA

Pairing: Slasher Men x f!reader

Notes: I literally cannot control myself, if I don't start doing something for Joel I will explode. I haven't wrote a preference for awhile, but I just realized I never did catch Dennis up on the two I've already posted, so this is for the new characters to my blog!

Characters in this chapter include: Dennis Crim, Joel from Smile, Mike Schmidt, and William Afton.

I will be doing this for one more chapter (the nicknames preference) and then they will all be on the same chapter whenever I post something new. It's always slow with preferences, but you can follow them on my masterlist here!

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Dennis Crim 

When it comes to displaying his affection for you, Dennis never has any problems with it; he isn’t too over the top, especially if you were the type to get easily embarrassed at the thought of other people seeing you, but Dennis is sure to make sure any other staring customers who can’t seem to shake your perpetual beauty know that you’re his. He’ll wrap an arm around you and slide his hand into your back pocket, or press a kiss to your head. He typically ignores it; after all, you were all his, so he didn’t care if other people want to stare. Whenever he catches himself getting too annoyed, he simply thinks of all the times you sit on his lap or kiss his face when you wake up with him. 

Joel (Smile)

He himself can sometimes get a little bit embarrassed when it comes to showing off; often times he doesn’t try and purposely make himself the center of attention, however there are a few times he will completely ignore the other people around the two of you and just kiss you. He couldn’t help himself sometimes, you were just so pretty. Whether it be because someone kept eyeing you, or mainly because he just couldn’t help the overwhelming desire to kiss you right there no matter who sees. He will typically have his hand in yours when the two of you are out together, or occasionally Joel will rest his hand on your lower back. 

Mike Schmidt 

To say he cared at all about being seen kissing you was almost an insult; Mike was immensely lucky that you were in his life, let alone that you wanted to run errands and do little things with him. If he wanted to give you a quick kiss, why should he care if there’s people around? Mike isn’t the type to show off or make himself stand out, so he certainly wouldn’t be sticking his tongue into your mouth in public, but he has no problem holding onto you and keeping you close to him while you’re out shopping. 

William Afton 

One way that William is different from the others is that he simply does not give a single fuck if the two of you are in the middle of a crowded restaurant or if you’re in a dark movie theatre. William doesn’t mind groping your ass or kissing you as much as he pleased in the moment. Sometimes you would have to stop him, especially if someone was staring at you; William has no issue pushing his tongue into your mouth or kissing your neck to show anybody else in the area that you’re clearly taken and that they shouldn’t be standing there just staring. 

[crybyemissamericanpie]

Unspoken - Mike Schmidt x Male!Reader (Soft fluff)

Unspoken - Mike Schmidt x Male!Reader (Soft fluff)

Tw:None

Over the months,Mikes and His paths had crossed often and not in a casual babysitter and client way.soft exchanges, brief hellos, and the occasional shared laugh. Yet, something unspoken lingered in the air, a connection that hinted at more than mere acquaintanceship.

One evening, Mike returned home after a particularly grueling night. He looked up from his book, offering a sympathetic smile. "Tough night huh?"

Mike slumped onto the couch, rubbing his temples. "You have no idea."

He chuckled, closing the book and setting it aside. "Well, lucky for you, Abby is in bed, and you can finally catch a break."

Mike shot him a tired but appreciative look. "Thanks for watching her, by the way. I owe you one."

He waved off the gratitude, their eyes meeting in a way that sent a subtle spark through the air. There was a quiet understanding between them, a shared acknowledgment of the challenges they both faced.

As the nights went on, their conversations deepened, transitioning from casual banter to more personal topics while the tv playing in the background as a white noise.

"You know," He said,his gaze not leaving Mike"you don't always have to be the tough guy. It's okay to let someone in, even if it's just a little."

Mike's face softened, a flicker of something unreadable passing through his eyes. In that moment, he saw past the exhaustion glimpsing a vulnerability that resonated with his own.

As if on cue, Abby's gentle and quiet snores echoed from her room door being open, providing a backdrop to the stillness. Hereached out, a hesitant hand finding its way to Mike's. It was a simple touch, but it spoke volumes, bridging the gap between them.

For a moment, they just sat there, hands entwined, the weight of their shared experiences forming an unspoken connection. It was in that quiet living room, amid the remnants of a challenging night, that something shifted... a slow burn of emotions, a recognition that sometimes, even the most guarded hearts find solace in the company of another.

As the night wore on, the subtle touches and shared glances evolved into something deeper as they watched the tv, an unspoken promise of understanding and acceptance. In the quiet moments, Mike found a sense of peace he hadn't known before.

They from time to time snuggled a bit closer to eachother,both hesitant.

Mike's tired eyes met his, and for a moment, the weight of the world lifted. He leaned in ever so slightly, closing the gap between them.

It was a simple and gentle kiss, a meeting of lips that conveyed more than words ever could. In that moment, the room seemed to fade away, leaving only the warmth of their connection. He pulled back slowly, their eyes locked with Mike's, searching for any sign of hesitation or regret.

Mike, however, looked at him with a mix of surprise and something else,something akin to relief. The corners of his lips curled into a small, genuine smile, a rare sight that made the reader's heart skip a beat.

"I didn't see that coming," Mike admitted, his voice soft and filled with a sincerity that echoed through the room.

He chuckled, a nervous but contented sound. "Sometimes the best things are the ones you don't see coming."

A comfortable silence settled between them, and Mike's gaze lingered on the his lips. With a newfound courage,he spoke, their words carrying the weight of their unspoken connection.

"I think I've been trying to find the right moment to say this, but I guess there's no perfect time," he confessed, their eyes filled with a mix of nervousness and honesty. "I care about you, Mike. More than just as being your sisters babysitter. I love you, and I didn't want to let another night pass without telling you."

Mike's tired eyes softened further, a genuine warmth replacing the weariness. He reached out to cup his cheek, his thumb brushing against their skin. "I love you too. More than I thought I could."

And just like that, the weight of unspoken emotions lifted, replaced by a newfound connection. Him and Mike shared another tender kiss, sealing their unspoken promises then suddenly-

"i wanna watch Garfield and Friends too..."a soft and quiet voice said from the side of the livingroom

[liseytopia]

𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁 !! : 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗮 𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗳𝗮𝗻𝗳𝗶𝗰𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗺𝗶𝗱𝘁 ? 𝗺𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘅 𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 ; 𝗶 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗮 𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗳𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗺𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁.

𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗶 𝗱𝗼𝗻’𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁 !!

‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵

𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗲𝘆 !

-𝘅𝗼𝘅𝗼 𝗿𝗼𝘅 <𝟯

💌

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thanks for the request rox, yk i always love you ⭐️ also sorry it got a little long 💀

pairing: mike schmidt x gn!reader

contents: fluff, angst

warnings: cursing, slight fear?

word count: 1.1k

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𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐭. ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

- 𝘮𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘵

yesterday morning you were practically begging on your knees to let your boyfriend take you to work with him. after complications of who would babysit abby and what you'd do while you were there, mike caved (as usual because he always folds when it comes to you). you got your sister to babysit abby while you & him were away. that evening before you two left, it was already 5 minutes past the time mike normally heads out the door, but you were running around the small house, grabbing stuff you might need just in case while mike stands at the front door, rolling his eyes, yet still smiling at you. "love, c'mon. we have to go now, it's late," mike pleads. "wait wait wait wait i'm forgetting something.. OH! perfume! i need my perfume!" you run to the bedroom, leaving mike ashamed and still standing by the front door again. after about thirty minutes after you two were supposed to leave, you finally get in the car and drive toward's mike's workplace-- freddy fazbear's pizza place.

admittedly, you were slightly shocked by the appearance of the place. it was run-down, old, a bit stress inducing, even. you got scared and grabbed mike's arm, pressing yourself flush against him. "you scared?", he asks you, relocating his arm to wrap around you, still pushing you straight against him. you reply with a quieter voice than usual, "a little." he kisses your forehead, proceeding to reassure you everything's okay while walking in through the door. the place was cold and you got a shiver down your spine as you walked through the main dining room. you didn't realize you were holding your breath until you arrived at the surveillance room and the door clicked shut, making you feel safer. "i can drive you home if you're too uncomfor-" mike starts before you interrupt, "no! i'm fine. i can stay." he smiles at you gleamingly, his eyes sparkling like a star.

your eyes suddenly jolt to the surveillance televisions when you hear a sound come from one of them. you get shivers again and mike grabs a walkie-talkie and a flashlight from off the desk. he looks at you as if asking if you're okay, and you respond with nodding your head. he heads out the door and after hesitating to go with him for a few seconds, you run after him. he's by the entrance to the stage where the animatronics stay, making you sweat because you know they're "haunted". Your voice is shaky but regardless you still call out his name. Thinking you were hurt, he runs over to you and cups your face asking if you're okay. you hug him and say that you were just worried about him. "wanna go with me to make sure everything's okay?", mike asks you acceptingly. you're scared but you ask yourself, would you rather go with and keep both of you alive or stay here and have the man you love most in the whole world die? you build up courage, take deep breaths, and confidently say "yeah. let's go."

he gives you the walkie and grabs your hand as you two walk into the stage. mike shines the flashlight around. there's freddy, bonnie, foxy, & chica all completely still, and you both exhale in relief. except.. shit. chica's fucking cupcake isn't in her hand. mike whispers "fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck..", trying not to alarm you, knowing you were already scared to begin with. you start to hyperventilate and ask him "what? what's wrong? is everything okay?" mike brushes your arm and says everything is fine, just one of the minor pieces was missing. he puts your mind at rest and forces himself to stay calm, emitting the energy onto you. mike steps into a corner with you and gives you a pep talk while telling you he needs you to stay in the surveillance room by yourself and watch the cameras to make sure everything's okay. you take deep breaths and remember mike wouldn't let anything bad happen to you & you both have walkie talkies to communicate with one another. you close your eyes, hug him, and head back to the surveillance room.

you talk through the walkie, "is everything okay so far? which room sector are you in?" "everything's doing good. room sector 4, by the cleaning closet." you check the camera that's watching room sector 4, and you see him, shining a flashlight around the room. he walks into room sector 5, the office. you check the other cameras, no sight of whatever the other "minor pieces" of the animatronics were. you glance back at the sector 5 camera and see a cupcake, blinking, in the vent near the top of the wall. you snatch the walkie and frantically yell, "mike! the vent to your left! watch out!" over the cameras you see him look where you listed and pull out his taser. the cupcake jumps down out of the vent and gets a hold of mike's leg and bites him until he stomps on it, with his other foot, causing it to fall off his leg and leave wires to expose. in fight or flight mode, mike chose fight and electrocuted that motherfucker. it fell down and was broken and unable to do damage, at least for now. mike looked up at the camera and gave a thumbs up, continuing to talk to you on the walkie and tell you he was okay, considering you were so scared when he got attacked that you started crying and his heart hurt to hear you as scared as you were.

mike rushed to the surveillance room where you sat trying to stop crying. when he entered, he picked you up out of the seat and hugged you tight, whispering "shh.. it's okay. i'm here. i'm alive. i love you so much." eventually you calmed down and were able to stop crying. he grabbed his keys and carried you to the car and into the passenger seat where he gave you kisses all over your face and your puffy eyes. the whole ride home he let you know how much he loves you and how brave you were. once you arrive home, you clean yourself up while he takes a shower and patches up the bite mark. he gets in bed with you and cuddles you & kisses you and you smile. mike asks you, "are you coming with me to night shift next time? you were a lot of help." you look at him in the eyes, and with a warm voice, you reply to him, "next time."

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ʚ © this subject is copyright to liseytopia. : do not copy, translate, or steal my writing. ɞ

[delicioushottubpeanut]

♡ babysitter

oneshot - inspired by that one edit

fandom: five nights at freddys (movie)

paring: mike schmidt x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw 18+, dry humping, sexual tension, kissing, friends to lovers, cumming in pants, submissive mike, foul language, teasing, smut, riding, dom reader, consensual sex, age gap, minors dni..

You've heard a lot about him from Abby, mainly bits and pieces that she's told you, but nothing really about him and the only thing he really says to you is that he's eventually going to pay you back. But you always refuse.

The old couch squeaks softly as he sits beside you, a gentle hand goes to reach your face but hesitates.

He’s been very busy for a while now that he has started his new job at a security guard that was shut down ages ago. When he comes home he's always so tired, like he's a different person. As if he cannot relax. You hear the door open and slam back as it he closes it.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't hear you come back.." You whisper, groaning whilst you move out of the position you had been in for a while. Yawning as you gently wipe your eyes.

Mike looks at you, half-smiling as he leans against the cushions. He's tired, you can tell. "Sorry if I woke you, you looked exhausted, so I just wanted to cover you," he whispers back, stretching his arms. "Did Abby go okay for you?" he asks.

"I told her it's bedtime an hour ago, but you know how it is with little ones." You joke.

"Abby was great, she missed you, though.." You smile sheepishly, shifting on the coach to face him. "How was work?" You ask, seeing the slight bags under his eyes.

Mike chuckles softly, leaning his head back and letting out a deep sigh as he stares up at the ceiling.

"It was long," he sighs. "I mean, I've gotten used to it, of course, but god, it's draining..." He leans forward and rests his elbows on his knees, looking off to the side and fiddling with his fingers, trying to find the right words to explain what just happened at work. He seems hesitant to say.

"You okay? You can talk to me if something is bothering you." Hesitantly placing your hand on his shoulder, slowly forcing him to look at you. You've known him for years due to babysitting Abby, but he's never opened up.

"Well... it's just..." Mike sighs again, still not meeting your eyes. "...Abby asked me some questions about stuff today."

He rubs the back of his neck, shifting in his seat as if he's about to say something and then thinks better of it. He leans back against the coach, letting out a frustrated grunt as his eyebrows pinch in frustration. "I... I just can't tell her."

"Is there anything I can do to help?" You whisper, staring at him, waiting for a response.

Mike's face softens a little, looking over at you before he sighs, shaking his head. "It's nothing. Abby asked about the job, and... well, it got me thinking..." He shrugs his shoulders again, still looking off to the side.

"Look, I'll tell Abby about it myself, I don't... I shouldn't put it on you..." He sighs one again, staring at the floor.

"If you need me, don't hesitate." You place your hand on his thigh, squeezing it for reassurance. Gaining confidence, you slowly move your body off the couch and sit on his lap.

"Oh..." Mike says quietly, his face turning bright red as you place your hand on his thigh. He looks down at you, his expression of uncertainty on his face changing as his eyebrows rise.

He's speechless, frozen in shock at your touch, and his entire face is practically bright pink. He's suddenly a lot warmer, his chest heaving as his heartbeat picks up speed. "... Y- you're..." he says with the last of his breath, his brain having trouble finding the right words to say.

"Is this okay..?" You grind against his lap, whispering against his ear.

"Shit..." He stammers, his brain desperately trying to process what you're doing. He looks confused, his eyes drifting down to you as his mind races.

"What... what are you... n- no, it's... we can't..." Mike stutters, trying to find a way to reject you. But the longer you're in his lap, the harder it is for him to say no.

"Just relax, Abby is fast asleep in her room.." You grind harder against him, using your index finger to tilt his chin up, making eye contact when you suddenly hear him whimper.

"T- this isn't the time..." he mumbles in response, his eyes closing at the sensation and his whimpers becoming more noticeable.

"W- we shouldn't be doing this..." he whispers, his arms hesitating in the air for a moment before they eventually wrap around your waist. He's still torn between going along with it or saying no, his heart racing as he gazes at you.

"Beg for me to continue." You stop moving your hips, feeling his arousal throb against your ass. Wanting to see how he would react.

"P- please... God.." he whispers, the breath catching in his throat and his voice turning raspy.

He looks at you, his eyes pleading, his body quivering under your control. His heart is pounding out of his chest. He swallows, looking up at you as his entire body screams for you to keep going while his mind fights back.

"You can do better than that.." You tease, breathing against his neck, gently creating bruises as you feel his slightly breath hitch.

Mike whimpers loudly when he feels your bites, his muscles tensing as he tries to relax.

"H- I- please, don't stop..." he murmurs hoarsely, sounding completely different than you've ever heard before. He whimpers again, his head tilted back as he tries to hide the pleasure in his face. He can't believe what he's doing, but he can't turn away.

"Good boy.." Slowly reaching to take off your top, revealing your covered breasts as you start to grind against him, pushing your panties to the side, creating a wet spot on his jeans.

Mike looks down at you, taking in the view as your top is removed, his face getting even pinker as his heart races.

He swallows nervously in response to your wetness, his eyes trailing down your body before they eventually turn back to your face. His cheeks are bright red, his breathing heavy as he glances back down at you, looking into your eyes as you look into his. He takes a long, drawn-out breath, his entire body quivering with anticipation.

"Just take what you want, Mike, no one is stopping you.." You tease, eagerly watching his reaction.

"I- it's..." Mike starts to say, but he can't say no to you, not right now. He leans back, pushing himself deeper into you like he can't help himself, the breath catching in his throat as he takes in the sensation. His eyes are closed as he tries to ignore his own morals.

His eyes snap open, his lips parted as he whispers, "More.."

"You close?" Whispering seductively, moving harder as you feel your climax coming fast.

"Oh, god..." Mike breathes out, his face red, and his eyes roll back into his head. He moans, bucking his hips up against you, feeling himself come close to release as he cums in his pants, feeling you come down from your high.

[murdrdocs]

exhausting nights where abby’s little fist knocks on the door and mike wakes first, peering over your shoulder through bleary eyes to see abby standing in the doorway, shrunken in on herself.

for a second, with the only lighting coming from abby's ajar bedroom door across the hall, mike doesn't recognize her. his body floods with fear, up until she speaks.

“i had a nightmare,” she explains, one hand holding her blanket and the other bunched up in her pajama pants.

mike sighs, head hitting the pillow as he fights off sleep. “it wasn’t real. go back to sleep.” you stir in your sleep and mike pulls you closer, trying to prevent you from waking up, too.

“but mike, it felt real. please, can i just sleep in here? please?” and mike feels like a jackass when he grumbles out a “no”. but she really can’t sleep in here. the floor is too uncomfortable and mike twins bed can barely hold both of you comfortably.

he feels even more like an asshole whenever you turn around and say, “i’ll go sleep in your room with you, abs.”

you slip out of bed, leaning over to press a kiss to mikes forehead, and then mike is watching you leave his room in abby’s shadow.

he falls back to sleep, a little cold and a lot lonely, and when he reopens his eyes only forty five minutes have passed. he can’t get a full nights sleep knowing you’re in the same house as him but not in his arms, so he slips out of his bed, taking the comforter and a pillow with him, and tiptoes into abby’s room.

you’re squeezed on the bed with her, laying on your back. he thinks you’re asleep, but then your head turns softly whenever you hear the door creak open. mike walks around to your side of the bed, trying his best to avoid the lego pieces and the creaks.

he places the comforter and pillow on abby’s bay window before approaching you, his eyes already starting to close as soon as he smells your body wash.

“what’re you doing in here?” you whisper to him.

“was gone too long. i can’t sleep without you.”

you smile, a little lopsided and lazy, but your face displays what mike assumes is something akin to appreciation. “abby made me promise to stay the entire night.”

and the same feeling reflects into mikes body. he leans down and presses his lips to your forehead. “can you come sleep in the fort with me? you’ll still be with her.”

so you and mike end up smooshed in a fort fit for a ten year old and definitely not two adults, but you make it work.

[ervotica]

smut 18+, marking, oral (f receiving), p in v

Mike Schmidt is the king of being pussy drunk. He'd spend hours with his face between your legs if you'd let him, slaking his thirst on your sweet nectar, rolling and pinching and nibbling at your clit in that way only he knows how until you're mewling, quivering, locking your thighs around his head and cumming with a weak cry; Mike thinks if there's any way to die, this would be how he wants to go.

Mike who works himself into a such a frenzy that by the time he gets around to fucking you, he's incoherent. He pushes in and his eyes cross and roll back in his head, he moans and whines and curses as your cunt involuntarily tightens and clenches around him and he can barely hold himself up, brain mush and bones liquefied. He swears your pussy is magic.

Mike who litters your soft skin with marks and bruises to show everyone just who he belongs to, to show everyone that you're his and he's yours. Teeth grazing your neck and your tits and your lower stomach until you're covered.

Mike who insists that you walk around the house dressed only in an oversized tee that you've stolen from his closet at one point or another, legs bare, marked a myriad of colours where his teeth and lips and tongue touched you the night before.

And, well, what an unfortunate awakening that must be for that nosy cop, Vanessa, when you answer his front door just like that one morning...

[cozymaples]

good vibrations! (mike schmidt x reader)

contains: use of vibrator, afab!reader, praises, body image issues briefly mentioned for reader but it's literally like a two second thing and nothing specific!!

mike has your head on his shoulder, lulled back and staring at yourself in the mirror in front of you. your eyes are hazy, and your arm is reached behind you, wrapping around his neck to hold him against the side of your face. he watches, too, jaw slack at the sight in front of him. you're both sat at the edge of your bed, your legs spread, sitting in front of mike. you lean back into his chest, and his arm wraps around your middle, holding you snugly against him. your lips are parted, panting as you feel the vibrator he's holding against your clit.

"lean into the feeling, baby." he encourages. "let your brain shut off."

it's hard for you to be this vulnerable, especially when you're staring at what makes you so insecure in the first place. it was hard for you to be fully in the moment with mike whenever the two of you were intimate. having body image issues was unfortunately the price mike had to pay when he decided to start dating you. not that he minded, of course. what he minded was that you minded.

he'd noticed here and there that you'd turn your head to the side when you finished, trying to coax you to look back at him while his cock rammed inside of you, but to no avail. you'd had futile conversations about it, resulting with you shutting him down completely. "i don't know," you'd murmur to him, avoiding eye contact. whenever he asked, you'd start pacing around the house, trying to find a chore to keep busy with. “it’s not a big deal, mike.” your tone was less than pleasant, and he’d reached his hands up defensively. his patience had been wearing thin, a plethora of other things on his mind besides this.

why wouldn’t you let him fuck you the way you deserved?

so now you’re here, spread open for him, his own legs wrapping around your calves to keep you that way. every muscle in your body is wound tightly, and the vibrator he has pressed against your clit isn’t helping. “tell me why, or i won’t let you cum.” he says, watching you both in the mirror. normally you’d fight him on it, but he’s been edging you for close to twenty minutes now, and you’re desperate for an orgasm.

“jus’wanna be pretty for you,” you slur through moans. his expression changes, just slightly, but you’ve caught it. “pretty for me?” he repeats, and you nod. the arm he’s holding around your waist tugs you in closer, moving his lips to the shell of your ear. “you’re the prettiest.” he says, pressing kisses just below your ear. your head is still lulled back, jaw slack as you stare at your reflection. he finally switches the vibrator to a higher setting, and your knees buckle.

“how could you ever think you weren’t pretty?” he asks, but you can’t respond. you’re panting softly, fingers tugging at his hair for more stabilization. his head is buried in the crook of your neck, sucking kisses into the flesh. “always think you’re the prettiest. know it, even.” he says, and you see stars.

“mike-“ you warn, knowing you’re orgasm is approaching. “i know, i know.” he soothes, “want you to. want you to so badly. look at yourself.” he instructs, and you do. you can’t believe it at first, but you actually look..beautiful. your stray hairs are sticking to your face, held in place by the thin layer of sweat you’ve produced. your body has been working overtime to harbor your pleasure, making sure you don’t lose it. your cheeks are rosy, flushed with need and vulnerability. your lips are cherried, and eyes hazy with lust, your lids half open and hooded-and you finally realize; this is what he’s been trying to show you all along.

“prettiest i’ve ever seen,” he says, and it sends you over the edge. your lips are parted, gasping through your orgasm as moans spill tirelessly from your mouth. you’re tugging at his hair, and clenching around nothing. he holds you steady through your high, anchoring you.

you try to catch your breath, and he presses kisses to your neck, over and over. as the moment passes, he grows more serious. “how could you ever think that?” he asks, softly. you shrug, finally turning to look at him, not just at his reflection. “just didn’t see myself the way you do,” you reply. he laughs softly, pressing his lips to yours as he cups your face.

“guess we won’t have that problem anymore,” he says, and you nod.

“never.”

[janitorhutcherson]

Marked Only for Me (Olderbf!Mike Schmidt NSFW)

hii!! okay, i have never written smut before, so i am begging you all to plz be patient with me! this is very long, so my apologies.this is a part of my olderbf!mike series, so hope u guys likeee. also, for this let's make the assumption mike went to college and all of that before his security jobs. he just had burn out and was there, hence why he's working for a major company with what would be little experience. anyways, lmk what u think!

summary: mike comes home and needs to blow off some steam

warnings: nudity, sex, name calling, hair pulling, choking, marking, possessiveness, an implied free use situation, fluff at the end!!

word count: 2,925

nsfw after the cut!!

You were sitting at the kitchen table doing homework in the home you shared with your boyfriend, Mike. You're 20, a couple of years into college, drudging through math problems that make your head feel like it's sitting inside a frying pan. You had to admit this wasn't your ideal way to relax after a 10-hour shift at the bookstore you helped run. Things had been hectic with Black Friday, your store doing a special sale where everything was 50% off, and bookworms were coming out of random corners to fill their already overflowing shelves for cheap. Of course, being younger, you were the one who had to do the grunt work, carrying piles of books to and from inventory, dealing with the more demanding customers as your older coworkers would tell you that they "just couldn't handle kids these days" and that it'd certainly be better for the younger one to do it. Luckily, though, Abby was at a friend's house, meaning you didn't have distractions. You were as focused as could be with a cup of coffee beside you, the sunlight that was once beaming through the cracks of the blinds now completely gone. You were focused, your brain functioning as much as it would with the problems. Things were quiet.

...That is until Mike stormed in. He was frustrated, angry, an invisible red-hot aura beaming off him. His hair was messier than it typically was. The softness in his eyes was instead replaced with a cold look. His eyebrows were furrowed together on his forehead, his jaw sharp and defined as he gritted his teeth. Although this wasn't common, it wasn't necessarily rare either. Mike worked for a publishing company as a marketing manager. He'd gotten the job after a few months of hard work to make up for the slack on his resume after working at the mall and the pizzeria. He moved up the ladder quickly, his company admiring his friendly attitude and his somewhat shy but personable behavior. He loved his job much more than his past ones. He felt happier, got more time off, was less stressed, and was definitely safer. Even with that being said, sometimes shit just pissed him off.

Today's big issue was a meeting with his marketing team, which also involved the big guy over his head. He felt like he was criticized, demeaned, dragged through the mud, and all in front of the team he was supposed to be respected by, listened to. On a typical day, this might not have pissed him off so much. He might've mentally plotted the demise of his boss, but he wouldn't have caused the outburst he did at work, and today had been particularly awful. He'd been late, burned his breakfast, knicked himself while shaving, and even gotten into what he considered to be a little fight with you the night before. Even though you'd both settled the argument, made up, and kissed before bed, he had been thinking about it all day. He'd then spilled coffee on his brand new tie, leaving a stain, and then... that happened. Mike snapped. He yelled at his boss, showing his ass in front of everyone, causing a meeting in his boss's office to end with an inevitable write-up. 

Now, he was home, trudging in all his bad energy, disrupting your study time. You couldn't even be frustrated with him, his demeanor proving he'd obviously had a bad day. You went to stand up to greet him with a hug, a kiss or two, but before you could, Mike stormed over to you, grabbing your arm harshly. You gasped, slightly thrown off by his sudden actions. He pulled you closer to him, his eyes locked on yours and his breath heavy against your neck.

"What the fuck, Mike?" you said, your eyebrows furrowed as you stared into his cold brown-green orbs.

"Listen to me," he grunted, his voice low and gravely. "I have had a very, very bad day, and I need you to be a good girl for me, okay? I don't want no shit, no back talk, you'll listen to what I say.. do you understand?" 

His hand still gripped your arm, his fingernails digging into your skin. You could feel yourself starting to drip, your panties feeling damp against your skin as your body buzzed with excitement. All you could do was nod your head, your eyes locked on his as they clouded over with lust. Mike snapped his fingers in your face, looking at you from underneath his eyebrows. 

"Use your words," he demanded. 

"Yes sir, I understand," you stuttered out, your cheeks flushing red. Mike's face was now pleased, his entire demeanor softening a little. His hand stayed wrapped around your arm as he tugged you into the living room, pushing you roughly onto the couch. You huffed from the impact, your eyes widening as Mike dropped to his knees before you. He slid your sweatpants off, prying your knees open to reveal your see-through pink panties soaked beyond belief. His eyes were hungry, his mouth open, almost drooling as he looked directly into your eyes. 

"All for me, babydoll?" he teased, his hand sliding in between your legs as he drew small circles around your clothed clit. You nodded your head as a whimper escaped your lips, the aching in between your legs only growing worse.

"What did I tell you?" he said, his words sharp as he smacked the inside of your thigh.

"Yes sir," you corrected, your words wavering after the impact from his hand. Mike nodded, satisfied with your answer, as he slowly slid your panties down your thighs, wasting no time. You gasped once again as the cold air hit your wet cunt. Mike exhaled sharply, taking a moment to admire you in front of him. His eyes trailed up to your pathetic look, your already-glazed-over eyes, down to your barely clothed chest, only a sports bra covering your breasts he loved so much, then down to in between your legs, where you were so wet, and all just for him. His lips trailed up to your tummy, sucking on the skin in different areas, from above your abdomen all the way up to right below where your sports bra stayed, purple marks forming.

He then dove in without hesitation, his large hands gripping your sides as he leaned in, moving one hand to take his index and middle finger to spread your pussy lips. His mouth instantly attached to your clit. You yelped as you bucked your hips forward, his lips meeting the sensitive area. Mike pinched your thigh, a sign to quiet down until he said to do otherwise, two of his fingers reaching out to be shoved into your mouth.

“Suck,” he demanded, his fingers going as far back down your throat as they could. You did what you were told, sucking on his fingers and drawing your own circles with your tongue. His tongue drew tiny and slow circles against the set of nerves, your hands reaching down to tangle in his hair from desperation. God, he loved eating you out. The way you yelped, quivered, shook underneath him, your hands tangled in his hair to keep yourself from going over the edge. He fucking loved it, you were the perfect cure to his anger, calming, something he could take it out on in a productive way that made everyone feel good. Your whines were suppressed as you bit your lip, your teeth digging into the softer skin. Mike pulled away for a moment, his eyes locking with yours once again as he admired your face, your now swollen lips.

“You know what, baby? Be as loud as you want for me now, princess,” he mumbled, going back to attacking your wet cunt. Slurping sounds filled the living room mixed with your moans and whimpers as his tongue slid up and down your slit, his lips wrapping around your clit to suck as hard as possible when his tongue wasn’t fucking inside of you. He moaned against you, the vibrations sending shivers down your spine. His cock was rock hard inside of his work pants, his own face flustered as he rocked back and forth against himself. His tongue continued to lap at your clit as he slid two of his large fingers in and out of you, your walls clenching around them. You could feel yourself drawing close and Mike could tell. Your thighs attempted to clench around his head, but before they could his calloused hands pried them open, holding them apart. Just as your eyes began to clamp shut, your thighs shaking as the knot in your stomach started to untie, Mike pulled away. You gasped as he slipped his fingers out, furrowing your eyebrows as you stared at him with an angry glare. He chuckled as he stood up, raising his eyebrows up and down as he leaned down, his hand lifting your chin up.

“Poor baby, was all ready to finish for me, hm? You were gonna be ‘Mikey’s little slut,’ weren’t you? That’s what you tell me you are, right? My little slut?” he teased, no remorse behind his eyes. You huffed, punching his arm before crossing your arm, too out of it to say anything from the knot that remained in your stomach but too angry to take initiative.

“Awh, don’t be mad, princess,” he snickered, shaking his head as he leaned further down to press a gentle kiss to your lips. “You really think I’m done with you?”

With that being said, Mike pushing you back on the couch. His right hand held you down as his lift struggled to unbutton his pants. He pulled his pants down, letting them fall around his ankles as he yanked his boxers off, his cock springing out. He stepped out of them, letting you go for a moment to unbutton his shirt before tossing it off as well. Mike then looked over to you, leaning forward, ripping your thin sports bra off of your chest, your breasts now exposed to him. He licked his lips, excitement overflowing his body. He crawled on top of you, attempting to make the two of you fit on the couch. His mouth attacked your nipples, biting and gnawing at your skin. His mouth moved up to your neck, sucking and prodding and biting until purple marks were left all around, ones you were all too aware would be impossible to hide later on. He moved down to your chest once again, marks all across your collarbone, your tits. Mike’s hands gripped onto your neck as he sat up, looking into your glossed over eyes. He pressed his lips to your ear, a soft kiss against your earlobe.

“’M about to fuck you so hard you see stars,” he said, his voice causing prickles to cover your skin. Then, without hesitation Mike slammed into you, his pace staggered. Your moans were as loud as could be, the sound of skin hitting against each other and the echoes of both of your voices filling the living room. His thrusts were sloppy as he felt himself starting to get close to the edge, his hands pushing your hips down and into the couch. Your entire body sunk into the cushions as he used everything in him, his cock abusing your poor cunt. You swore you saw stars until you felt his hand gently smack against your cheek, your eyes averting back to his gaze.

“You’re gonna look at me when I fuck you, princess,” he growled, his hand sliding up to your hair as he tugged. You grew close, clenching around his length, your thighs starting to shake. Your core was threatening to come undone.

“Fuck, Mikey, baby, I’m gonna fucking cum,” you whimpered out, closing your eyes as your head leaned back against the side of the couch.

“Cum for me, baby,” Mike stated. You did as he demanded, finishing around his cock as your liquids gushed against him. His thrusts grew sloppier before he pulled out, pressing a kiss to your lips.

“You’re such a good girl, you know that baby? You did so good for me, listening to what I said, letting me use your pretty cunt,” he stated, his thumb caressing your cheek. He then resituated, pulling you off the couch, pushing you onto the ground. You were now in the same position he was in earlier, completely fucked out. Your lips were dull from exhaustion, your cheeks red and your hair knotted in certain areas. Mike’s cock was directly in front of you, his hand guiding for you to suck on him. Your lips wrapped around his tip, the tip of your tongue licking his slit. You worked your mouth down his length, licking the sides. Mike’s moans became frantic, desperate as your mouth worked its magic. His hand tangled in your hair as he pushed your head up and down, thrusting up into your mouth.

“That’s it, baby, feels so good,” he grunted. With no warning, Mike pulled out, spilling his load all over your face. He twitched, his moans loud and low, your tongue stuck out to catch his cum. His body laid against the couch, feeling heavy as his head leaned against the back of his couch. A tired grin was on his lips as you also smiled up at him, licking yourself clean. Mike looked down at you, a chuckle releasing his lips. It was obvious all of the tension and anger was gone, as his once cold eyes were once again the soft loving brown they used to be. He looked at you with adoration, always amused by how gorgeous you were even after rigorous activity and getting your face painted.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” he said, picking you up bridal style as he leaned down to kiss you, not caring about his own load that was now on his face. He sat you down on the bathroom counter, grabbing a washcloth out of the cabinet, running it under warm water. He started to wipe away all of the liquids covering your face, pressing kisses to your skin here and there, looking your body up and down as he admired all of the marks he left.

“You always know how to make me feel good and how to take care of me after,” you croaked out, your voice laced with exhaustion as you smiled. Mike smiled back at you, his hand tenderly touching your cheek before pushing your hair behind your ear.

“I love you, of course I want to make sure ‘m taking care of you,” he said softly. His lips once again pressed against yours. “Thank you for letting me… you know.. blow off some steam,” he said, wiggling his brows.

“Of course, honey. I was worried, though. Is everything okay? Do you want to talk about it?” you asked, leaning forward as you slid off of the counter, grabbing a new washcloth and beginning to wipe his face with it as well. Mike sighed, shaking his head as he looked at her with sad eyes.

“I just- I got into it pretty badly with my boss at work and got criticized, I felt like a wounded animal, like I had to fight. I’m so used to having to fight that I don’t know how to shut up and listen,” he mumbled. “It was so bad, Y/N, and I got written up after that awful day I had this morning… I just.. I don’t know. I do know I feel better now, and would feel even better if we cuddled for a bit and then went out for food?” he suggested, spilling his thoughts to you. You giggled, nodding your head as you reached up to press a kiss to him. You dragged him into your shared bedroom, the two of you cuddling up together under the blankets. You turned to your side, your eyes locked with his.

“I love you, Mike, so much. And I’m so, so unbelievably proud of you. Thank you, for always making me feel good too, for taking care of me, for being such a good brother to Abby, just… thank you,” you said softly. Mike looked back at you lovingly, his appreciation for you apparent.

“I love you, princess, you don’t even know how much,” he mumbled. His eyes were heavy. He leaned over and set an alarm for an hour from now, the two of you planning on a night of dinner out and grocery shopping. He curled his arm around you lazily, your body limp and exhausted against his as you yawned.

“Oh, and baby?” he asked. You hummed, lifting your head to meet his eyes. “Wear a crop top when we go out, I want everyone to see you all marked up.” You giggled as you laid your head down, drifting off to sleep.

When you two went out, you did just that, wearing a cropped scoop neck shirt with a low-rise flowy skirt. He showed off any marks you’d left, too, your possessive boyfriend holding you close anytime someone’s eyes linger too long. Mike was strange, possessive, and sometimes a little of what most would say was unsettling, but to you, he was the love of your life, the man who made you feel good, the one who fucked you until you couldn’t think. You loved him, and you always would, blessing you with a lifelong supply of angry sex and aftercare cuddles.

[gh0stsp1d3r]

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a/n- Give my boy a break 😭 no warnings, angst to fluff. But this is like my second time writing for him so I don’t have his character completely down and analyzed ): hopefully it’s good

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You knew he was having a hard time with everything. His hands were on his forehead, as Abby rambled on at the dinner table. His eyes stayed glued on the bills, wondering how he’d pay for it.

He was just fired from another job, some job at a pizzeria this time. The pay wasn’t good, anyways, but it saved Abby from having to go to Jane.

“Hey, Abby, why don’t you go show me your new drawing?” You said, interrupting her rambling. Mike looked up at you, shaking his head. His eyes saying “it’s fine.” But you shook your head back, and gave him a small smile.

“Okay.” She said, jumping up from the seat and grabbing your hand, leading her to the room.

After a while, you tucked her in. In a way, she thought of you as like a mother.

“Goodnight, Abby.” You said with a smile, she smiled back and you shut the door.

You went into the living room, where Mike was staring off into space as he cleaned up the dishes.

You came up behind him, he jumped, not expecting you.

“She asleep?” He mumbled.

“Yeah. Mike…” you started, as he dried his hands.

“Hmm?”

“Come on. Let’s sit down for a second.” You said, he furrowed his eyebrows. Was this your way of breaking up with him? A million thoughts ran into his head, his anxiety getting the better of him.

“Hey, it’s nothing bad.” It’s like you could read his mind. You put your hand on top of his as you sat on the bed. He sat across from you.

“What is it?”

“I just.. I noticed you’ve been stressed, and I didn’t really wanna tell you this cause I know you would be all ‘we’re fine!’ And stuff. I got a second job. And I think that you just need to take a break for a second-“

“Wha- Y/n- how’s that even gonna-“

“Work out? It will. I promise. I’ll still be here every night, and I know you’re struggling. Mike, I just want the best for you.” You said, looking up at his glassy eyes. You were too good for him, he thought.

“We’ll make up the bill, and we’ll figure everything out. Together. I promise.” You said, smiling at him again.

“But why would you-“

“Because I want you to relax. I love you, and I would do anything for you. A second job isn’t gonna hurt, okay?”

Tears start to fall down, the weight of everything was crashing down on him. Abby, getting fired, Garrett, and now he felt like he was burdening you.

You frown, and scoot closer to him. You wrap an arm around him, he cries into your shoulder.

“You’re not a burden, Mike.” You mumbled.

“I love you.” He said, and you smiled. That was all you ever needed from him.

[yobi-thecreator]

HEAR ME OUT Mike Schmidt x reader where their sleeping together one night and Abby gets a nightmare and goes to mikes room bcs shes scared and they all end up cuddling back to sleep. U can change it up ofcs!! I JUST WANT FLUFF WITH THEM anyways have an amazing day and remember to drink water!!

Ahh ty!! This is so cute!!!!

After Mike had come home you were preparing Dinner. Abby was in her room drawing like usual. You greeted Mike as you saw him come in through the door. He set down his jacket on the hook rack and made his way to you, giving you a kiss on your temple as his hand was on your hip. "How was work?" You asked him, he answered with a small hum. "It was okay, tiering but okay." He said he then asked if Abby had eaten anything and you answered no. He went to go get Abby so all three of you could eat together.

After all three of you ate dinner you told Abby to get ready for bed since she had school in the morning. You and Mike did the dishes and cleaned the table as Abby got ready for bed. Then you went to go check on Abby after you and Mike finished cleaning. Abby had her pajamas on already and grabbed her friends. You helped her get tucked in bed giving her a small kiss on her forehead as a goodnight, you then turned off the lights and went to go find Mike.

Soon you and Mike were cuddling in bed. His head on your chest and his arms wrapped around you. Your hand was in his hair and you softly rubbed his side with your other hand. The both of you guys fell asleep like that.

Around one in the morning you felt someone shaking you and Mike. You slowly opened your eyes and turned to look at whoever was shaking you awake. You were met with Abby holding her friend tightly close to her chest as she whispered. "Can I sleep with you guys.. I had a nightmare." She told you. Mike woke up after hearing Abby's voice. "Abby? What's wrong?" Mike asked worried. "I.. can I sleep with you guys?" She asked again. You and Mike looked at each other and nodded looking at Abby. "Come in baby." You made room between you and Mike so Abby could get in.

After awhile of finding a right spot and position to sleep in you and Mike had your arms wrapped around the girl as Abby had cuddled up to you with a small smile. She ended up falling asleep quite quickly. You and Mike stayed awake for a bit to make sure Abby wouldn't wake up again and when you both realized that she wasn't going to wake up you both let sleep consume you both.

I hope you liked it anon!😭 The first full story(?) One shot (?) That I've made ever!

[angelltheninth]

Michael Afton when You're Pregnant

Pairing: Michael Afton/Mike Schmidt x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, pregnancy, cravings, massage, kisses, picking names, cuddles, sweet!Michael Afton

A/N: After the two smutty ones I think it's time for some Michael fluff.

He was worried about you at first, you seemed a bit skittish, nervous even though you were sick in the morning

You tell him the good news right before his shift, you can see his big brown eyes widen and then begin to get teary, he's almost shaking, laughing nervously as he takes your hands in his

Moments later he kisses you while his hands sneak down to your stomach, fingers pressing against it then under your shirt

Its both bad and good that you told him, good cause he couldn't be happier, bad because he's gonna spend the whole shift thinking about it

From then on he texts you a lot more, asking if you need anything

He is a really good cook as you know so even if your cravings are odd he'll make them, he'll even eat them with you so you don't feel weird about it

While he's at work he's writing name ideas down in his notebook

Thinks about getting a different job, one where he can work the day shift and one less risky

Despite being tired when he gets home he tries to make it before you wake up so he can cook breakfast without making you sick to your stomach

Careful when you're being intimate and always lets you be on top, especially when you start getting into the last months

The two of you put the baby room together months in advance, while you could still help out more without your joints and body hurting

If your body does hurt, well you do tell him he has very nice hands so he could try massaging you

Accommodates for any position you want to cuddle in

The moment he sees the baby bump he starts talking to the baby, he always shares his day with the both of you

Every morning and night he kisses you and your stomach

Makes it for every appointment you have

Clothes shopping with you is probably his favorite thing, he loves seeing you fawn about the cute baby clothes