#mike x reader

[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...

[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!

[buckleyx]

You asked for mike request and I only think abt him at the moment so imma tell you all of them.

-so mike coming home from work (established relation ship btw) and see you sleeping in his clothes and on his bed and just like awakens something in him like makes him love more.

THE COMFORT OF YOUR ARMS M.S

the gif i used is not mine! all credit goes to the owner!

Author’s note: thank you for requesting love!! this was such a cute ideaa i love my bf mike < 3

Mike Schmidt x gender!neutral reader

Warnings: nothing just fluff

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Mike was exhausted. It had been a long night and all he could think about was going home and cuddle up next to you. It was early in the morning when Mike locked the entrance to the pizzeria and tiredly drove back home. His mind felt blank, drained and all he could think about was you.

A soft hum escaped his lips as he finally unlocked the front door. The brunette sighed tiredly before kicking of his shoes and tossing his jacket somewhere on the couch. The house was quiet, the early sunlight beemed through the curtains making Mike muffle a soft yawn.

His feet dragged him to the bedroom, ready to fall on the soft duvet next to you. Mike blinked a few times to adjust his eyes to the dark room but thanks to the early sunrise (and broken curtain you were working on replacing) he stopped Infront of the bed to admire you curled up wearing his favorite hoodie. You had your arms wrapped around a pillow together with his side of the blanket. Your boyfriend couldn't help but smile at the adorable sight in front of him. God. You looked beautiful. He thought. And as he predicted It once again felt like all of his worries disappeared the moment he saw you.

Your boyfriend carefully crawled next to you and successfully pulled away the pillow you were holding. A content smile crossed Mike's lips as he wrapped his own arms around you instead, kissing the top of your head in the process. His breathing relaxed as he enjoyed this peaceful moment he longed all night for.

Mike's eyes glanced up at the ceiling before reminding himself to remove the leftover tape of the Nebraska poster he ripped off. He knew how hard you had been trying to make his house more cozy and welcoming for him and Abby and he couldn't be more grateful. You were well aware of your boyfriend's dream adventures but Mike always made a promise to never wander off at night when you were with him. As much as you reassured him you didn't mind he kept his ground.

You knew how important 'sleep' was for Mike and this was a part of him you couldn't help with. This was his own journey. But still it was hard. You already saw Mike less often during the day because of your new office job and now you had to miss him during nights as well. When Mike was home, you didn't see a lot of him either, he kept himself tucked away in the bedroom reliving the same memory over and over again. It broke your heart seeing him so in pain, so absent and obsessed with memories even after all these years of knowing him. But it was a part of Mike you couldn't help him with, it didn't matter how much you tried, it was his journey. His way of finding peace. So moments like this, when you were both wrapped in each others arms you both savoured to the fullest.

Mike stroked your hair, making you softly stir before comfortably laying your head further on his chest. "hmm missed you." You mumbled tiredly, not really awake yet. Mike chuckled at your adorable state. His clothes looked so good on you and he couldn't help but feel some sort of pride of catching you wearing them when he wasn't around.

"Missed you too baby." He whispered before pressing another kiss to your hair. "Try getting some more sleep."

You hummed, slipping your hand under his shirt and wrapping your arm around his waist. "I love you." You murmured, already dozing off again.

"I love you more princess." He smiled, before the unbearable exhaustion took over and lulled him into sleep aswell.

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[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

𝘿𝘼𝙔 𝙏𝙒𝙊: Lazy Sex w/ Mike Schmidt

a/n: time is an illusion and a man-made structure or whatever, so when you think about it philosophically, i am not already a day late!!! (there may be a double upload for day 3 & 4 if i don't do it tonight).

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You could hear rustling coming from across the hall, Mike desperately trying to be silent as he winds down from a long day at work.

You blink the sleep away from your bleary eyes, casting a lazy glance over to the digital alarm clock. The time read 4:40 A.M. in bright red numbers.

Mike came in right as you groaned, a slight grimace on his face as he padded over to you.

"Sorry. Did I wake you up?" He asked quietly, clambering onto the bed.

You rolled onto your side, cuddling the pillow under your head. "'S fine." You murmured, though your eyes threatened to slip closed.

A warm arm slid over your waist, tugging you into his chest, and you snorted at the feeling of his hardness pressed against the back of your thigh.

"Long night?" You snickered slightly with a wry grin. His words were an incoherent, flustered mumble as he buried his face in the curve of your neck.

Your scent was sleep laced and heady, warmed up by the blankets that mixed your scents together. Mike took in a deep breath, and he felt his cock twitch in its half hard state.

Sometimes he gets like this sometimes - needy.

With his sister in the house most of the day, intimacy happened between little to none, and with lucky moments like these where you're both awake.

"Please."

It's a whimpered plea, and he begins to rut into you from behind, nibbling on the exposed skin of your neck. It's a ticklish feeling, one that sends you melting into the bed.

"Take what you need to, baby, but I'm not moving." You nuzzle into your pillow, shutting your eyes and melting into the mattress.

His eager hands find themselves trailing over the waistbands of your shorts, pulling them down your full hips and over your luscious thighs. He repeats it with your panties until your lower half is bare.

You bend your knee so he can have easier access to your warm, wet, tight, heat.

Mike buries his head in your neck, hot pants escaping his mouth that hits the sensitive skin there. His scruff scratches it, sending a shiver ricocheting up your spine.

You're growing hot under the collar as his fingertips trail over your slit before pressing down on your clit, drawing tight circles to arouse you further.

Though Mike would love nothing more than to sink into you, he always makes sure you're prepared. Always.

Two fingers find themselves disappearing inside of you gently, stretching you out quickly. Your lungs catch for a moment, hips still to adjust, and when you do, you relax and attempt to rock into him.

You hold him close to you by the nape of his neck, your free arm reaching up to hold him.

Heavy gasps flit through your lips as the pads of his fingers massage your g-spot easily. You roll your lips between your teeth to prevent yourself from moaning aloud, eyes fluttering in an attempt to ground yourself.

"Fuck - if you make me cum already, I might fall asleep." You grumble breathlessly, and he retreats his calloused digits. "Sorry, sorry. I got you." He reassures quietly.

His large palm cups the back of your knee of your propped open leg, the other sliding under your head to anchor you to him.

You sigh when his tip breaches your entrance, and the noises that he makes are sinful; high and needy, and it takes your breath away. Though lust pools in your gut when he bottoms out, you can feel the exhaustion in the way his thrusts are lazy but firm.

You ride out the waves of simple, drawn-out pleasure that flows through you, rolling your hips back to match the unsteady thrusts.

Though your middle is coiling, tight, tight, tight, you can't help but sinking further into the mattress. Your head is fogged and your eyes closed.

You heard his barely contained grunts and groans behind you, the faint sound of skin meeting skin that barely pierces the silent atmosphere.

"Fuck," He whimpers. "I don't think I'm gonna last long. 'm sorry, 'm sorry."

"It's fine." You say gently. "I don't need anything, just take what you need, baby."

His thrusts gain momentum just a bit before he's rocketed over the edge, your own hand leaving his nape to rub wildly at your clit while the friction is still there.

Your body seizes for a moment before you come down, you already feel all your energy escaping you.

"C'mon, gotta clean up." Mike says from behind you, though he makes no effort to move. "'S fine. Let's just lay like this. Just for a little longer."

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[etfrin]

↳ ❝Headcanons (bf! edition) | Mike Schmidt | SFW❞ˎˊ-

[after the events of the movie] | masterlist | request |

Mike Schmidt x GN! Reader

dating this chronic exhausted security dude would include:

Late Night Dates on the nights when he just couldn't sleep or he wakes up earlier than usual

He cooks you and Abby breakfast every morning despite it being something simple such as cereals [sometimes you wake up early to make something a bit more fancier than toast and bacon and he loves you so much for it]

Abby would keep telling Mike to marry you before you realize that he's a loser [Mike has the same fears but he would never tell you that]

On the days he's more sleep deprived than usual, he would constantly snap at you

He's good at groveling, gives you flowers as a sorry, would give you space, would cook for you (and fail)

A cuddler, he loves to have you in his arms as he sleeps. The feel of your body, your arms around him (he is a switch) ans his arms around you

The nights he cuddles you are the nights that are dreamless and perfect for him

You guys do breakup once

It takes months of self improvement before Mike even thinks of asking you out again

He is so much better than before, not just for you or Abby but for himself

He starts doing jobs that wouldn't need much interaction with human beings (my ideal job)

You move in with him after a few months of getting back together

He would be much more less snappish than before

Now whenever he gets mad, he calmly tells you he needs some space

Eventually both of you work out all the ticks that make the relationship work

Both of you spend the weekends watching movies with Abby (i feel like Abby would love horror movies)

Lunch dates with Mike while Abby is in school

Mike is into praise so whenever you compliment him on something, he literally brightens up so much

Has the prettiest smile and the cutest laugh (i don't make the rules, it is what it is)

Finally talks to you about his trauma, you cry when you hear everything he went through

You get so overprotective of him after that, praising him, helping him with Abby and everything

Starts having dreams of marrying you and eventually proposes (Abby tells you about the ring beforehand)

A/N : gonna write more about him! promise <3

[whispering-ways]

⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾★ falling asleep ★☾⋆⁺₊⋆

✶ summary: you're mike's babysitter and you spend night after night taking care of abby. tonight you're exhausted and mike's the one taking care of you.

✶ pairing: mike schmidt x reader

✶ tags: no warnings, just fluff :)

✶ notes: i haven't finished the fnaf movie, but i've been a fan of the series for such a long time and i absolutely love it so far!! here's a short little fic that i've been thinking about for a couple days; i just really like the babysitter reader headcanon and had to write something with that <3

You gaze at the clock, which read 3:26 a.m. You sighed in disappointment. Although only a few minutes had passed by, it seemed like it’d be forever till Mike came home. You’d spent all night taking care of Abby and as lovely as she was, you were exhausted.

The whole night had been spent cooking and playing and looking after her and by the time she fell asleep, you could barely stay awake yourself. You couldn’t keep your eyes open any longer. Before you knew it, you felt your eyes slowly close and you fell fast asleep on the couch. 

After some time has passed, you hear the door open, though you felt too tired to care in the moment. You are a light sleeper, but in your state, you could barely decipher Mike's softly spoken words as he came in. You sense his presence moving about the kitchen and you guessed he was just fixing himself a meal. You sink into the sofa, exhausted, lying down on the couch to catch some more sleep. What felt like a couple of moments later, you felt arms around you.

At first, you assumed it was Abby, trying to wake you up for a glass of water. However, when you sense yourself being lifted into the air, you quickly realized it had to have been Mike trying to get you off the couch. It confused you, but it was far too early in the morning for you to be able to care. You drift off once again, too fatigued to comprehend much more.

You wake up in the middle of the night to find yourself on a mattress and not the couch cushions you remember seeing. You look around, taken aback to discover Mike by your side, fast asleep and limbs splayed out. Taking in your environment, you notice a few dirty shirts, a couple of books about dreams and a Nebraska poster up above you.

You deduced that this was Mike’s room, but you had no clue what you were doing here with him, in his bed of all places. That’s when you put two and two together: Mike must’ve carried you here after seeing you asleep on the couch

You laid back on the bed and looked towards him.  You had to admit, he looked pretty cute. He looked so peaceful right now; it seemed like he didn’t have a care in the world, a stark difference from his usual furrowed brows and dark circles. And for someone who didn’t have time to go to the gym, his arms were pretty muscular. You’d always thought he was attractive, but tonight definitely painted him in a whole new light.

You didn’t know what compelled you to do it, but you scooched forward so that your head was just a few inches from his chest. Although he’d been in a small sweaty office for most of the night, he honestly smelled pretty good; he smelled like pine and rain. His presence lulled you to sleep, and you soon fell back asleep.

You felt a subtle tug across your body, and to your surprise, it was his arm embracing you, pulling you towards his chest. You couldn’t complain though; it definitely felt nice. You closed your eyes again, a soft smile stretching across your face. You didn’t know where this would go when you both woke up, but for now, you were too blissful to care.

[m-jelly]

hello Jelly, how's going ?? could i ask you to do a AOT hcs with Levi,Hange,Erwin and Mike?? How would be their reactions if their kid (it can be girl or boy, that's up to you sweet :3 ) come to reader asking for a sibling? what would they say??

Thanks for your attention, i love your work!!

I want a sibling

All with a fem reader and it's set in modern world

Hange

Hange would be very good with your kid. She'd talk to them about how you have to go through IVF to have them and how it is very hard on your body and mind. She is a woman of science and wants to explain the whole process so their kid will understand. She'll explain that there were a few unsuccessful attempts and a lot of medication, but it was all worth it for them. However, she's not sure if your body could go through it all again, so she'd have to talk with you and possibly think of adopting a sweet baby. That's a long process, but they can do it as a family.

Mike

Mike would give you a smirk when your kid asks for a sibling, mainly because he likes making kids -nudge, nudge-. He also loves being a dad, and having a few running around the home would be wonderful. He's a very hands-on dad, always playing with them and teaching them wilderness skills (because I see Mike being a rough lumberjack-type man in modern). He takes them camping and has so much fun. So, while your kid is asking for a sibling, your man is joining in asking too, and you have to admit, having another mini version of Mike is perfect.

Erwin

Erwin blushed a little, knowing what would be happening to get a sweet baby. He would cuddle up to you and ask you if you wanted another kid. Erwin is so wonderful and sweet with your kid, always reading to them and telling them call facts and taking them to exciting places. Having more little ones sitting around him so he can read to them and go on adventures with them would make his life. He'll reinforce that it is all your choice as you carry the baby and the recovery after, which he is so good with you, and he's so big and protective. Having another little one being held by his big muscular arms seems like a perfect idea.

Levi

You both don't even think twice about it; you want another one because a nice big family is something you both wanted. After all, you desire a house filled with love. Plus, Kuchel wants many grandchildren. Levi is incredible good with kids; he always has been. He loves being a dad, and he goes out of his way to help you and your kid. He gets a bit emotional over his children and you. You would both like another kid and have already planned it, so you say yes.

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[stop-talking]

You're his ex, but he's desperate for a babysitter. (pt. 3)

Mike Schmidt x fem reader

2.8k words

Tags: 18+, mike x reader, no use of y/n, smut, porn with plot, gag, bondage, exes, enemies, enemies to lovers, slowburn? sassy mike, sassy reader, brat behavior all around, switch mike, sub mike, munch mike, dom reader, oral (fem receiving), pet names, banter, angst, love-hate relationship, hate fucking, aftercare, fluff.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4

This chapter is pure smut. If you're here for the story (cuz pfft who reads this stuff right...) you can skip this and still understand part 4. TLDR: they fuck.

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You sit next to Mike on the couch as you down the last bit of your coffee.

"You know, I think I'd like to use one of my favors." You smirk and put a hand on his leg as you set your mug down.

"O-oh yeah?" Mike stutters out lamely, attention immediately pulled away from whatever stupid show you turned on the T.V.

"Yeah."

Mike yelps softly as you squeeze his thigh, but doesn't make any moves to stop you. Damn it, you know exactly how to push his buttons. You always did.

"What exactly do you want from me?" He narrows his eyes at you, brow furrowing as he desperately pretends he doesn't like to be toyed with.

"What do you think I want, Mikey?"

Mike's eyes go wide as your hand inches up his thigh, but he swallows and returns the sass.

"Why don't you tell me yourself, Princess?"

You huff and shift on the couch, throwing yourself across his lap dramatically. Your back arches from the way you're laying on his legs, and you stare up at him with a pout.

"Just take me to bed already."

Mike does just that, hooking one arm under your back, and the other under your knees. He fucking princess carries you. That's new.

"Damn, you been working out?" You tease him, feeling up his bicep with one arm as you hook the other around his neck for support. He doesn't look especially muscular, hell, he doesn't feel muscular either. Of course, that could be because of the soft hoodie he's wearing.

"What do you think?" He swings you around to face the bench press in the corner of his bedroom as he nudges the door closed with his foot. You'd never seen him actually use the damn thing, but... well, he was carrying you fairly easily.

"I think you've missed me." You look up at him, eyes trailing down to his lips.

"I'm just doing you a favor, sweetheart." He tosses you on the bed before you can get that kiss you were thinking about.

"You mean you're just doing me."

"As a favor."

His stubbornness irks you, and you crawl over next to him as he sits on the edge of the bed.

"Here, let me help." You grab his leg and start taking off his sneaker. Mike's a little confused, but he lets it happen. You take the other one off as well, then wave a dismissive hand at him as you start untying his laces.

"You can take off the rest yourself."

"Fuck are you doing with my shoes?" He grumbles as he removes his hoodie and shirt.

You don't bother to answer him, and when he looks over again he realizes you're completely un-lacing his shoes.

"I need the laces."

"Do I even want to know why?" He scoffs and starts to undo his belt and shimmy out of his jeans, leaving him in just his boxers.

"Oh, you'll find out. Lie down and wait."

Mike stays put, scowling. However, It's a little hard to feign annoyance when he's, well, a little hard. He finally gives in when he realizes you're not gonna throw him any hints, and sighs as he scoots back on the bed.

"Good boy." You tease him, finally pulling the 2nd lace completely free of his shoe.

He groans, but makes no effort to stop you as you climb up on him in a straddling position. He only wishes you'd taken your shorts off first. Oh well. Not like they're covering much, anyways.

"I'm going to regret this, aren't I?"

"Not as much as you'd regret not doing this."

Mike can't argue with that. So, he doesn't try. He wraps a hand around the back of your neck and pulls you in for a kiss. His other hand finds its way to your lower back and he gives a little tug down, silently begging you to lower yourself onto him.

"Mmmph... nngh..." When the gentle tugging doesn't work, he tries whining, but everything comes out muffled with your tongue practically down his throat. He's not usually the type to just take what he wants, but damn it, he might try it soon if you keep tormenting him.

"What was that, Mikey?" You pull away from the kiss and sit up on him, finally making contact with the twitching hard-on in his boxers.

He's already breathless from the kiss, and now that he can feel you... he can't even talk. You've broken him already. He just pants and looks up at you with those big brown puppy eyes of his.

"Use your words." You scold him, and adjust yourself on top of him to brush up against him. When that doesn't get him to talk, you gently trail your nails down his chest with both hands. That really gets him going.

"Please." He hates begging. He hates this. Wasn't HE supposed to be doing YOU? And yet, here he is, already melting.

"Please what?"

"Please just do whatever-the-fuck you want." He sighs and goes limp, letting his arms drop to the bed as he tries to get his breathing under control. All that kissing made his brain go fuzzy.

"Thank you. I will."

Mike practically growls as you lean down and bite him in the crook of his neck. It quickly turns to a whimper when you start rocking your hips as well, grinding into him with those infuriatingly tiny shorts.

"Shh... Abby's asleep, remember?" Shit. The last thing he wanted to think about right now was his little sister in the room across the hall. You were right though, the walls here are thin. Mike nods and bites the inside of his cheek to quiet himself, then tugs desperately at your hips. He wants you to keep going. He needs you to keep going.

"Aww, you're so worked up already." You can't feel much through your shorts and his boxers, but you can tell his moves are getting desperate. After a minute or so of biting all down his neck and grinding on him, you decide to switch things up before he explodes.

"Fuuuuck." Mike lets out a low groan as you climb off of him. He tries to pull you back down by the hips, but you swat his hands off. No fair.

"Here, gimmie." You take his wrist and hold his arm up, fiddling with something. Before he can even process what's happening, his wrist is tied to the bedpost. Is that... his shoelace? He's not sure whether he should laugh or try and get out while he can.

"You're an evil woman." He groans, but doesn't even try to pretend he doesn't like this. Not with it literally jumping in his boxers.

"This evil woman misses your tongue, Mikey." You tsk at him quietly as you tie up his other wrist. Tight. Damn it, that's gonna hurt later.

"Fuck... sit on my face."

"What was that?" You look down at him with a smirk as you slip out of your shorts and panties, kicking them to the floor.

"Sit on my face." He repeats. "Please."

"Only because you asked so nicely."

Mike nearly dies right there when he feels your thighs wrap around the sides of his head. You aren't quite on his face, instead choosing to sit up on the top of his chest. It's still enough to drive him mad. Damn it, he shouldn't enjoy this so much.

"I... You're so..." He looks up at you, his usual scowl replaced with that dreamy expression you only ever got to see in times like this.

"So what, Mikey?" You prompt him, running your fingers through his dark brown curls with a hand. "Hm?"

"Sooooo mean." He closes his eyes and groans, leaning back into your hand as you play with his hair.

"I wanna be meaner. Suffocate you a little."

"Evil woman." His eyes twinkle as he looks up at you again, unable to hide how eager he is.

Laughing softly, you lift your hips and position yourself over his face. Much to your amusement, his arms tug at the restraints. Has he forgotten he's tied up?

"Hold still." You scold him, carefully lowering yourself. His stubble tickles a bit, but it's a familiar feeling. This isn't your first rodeo, especially not with him.

Mike already has his tongue out before you even touch his face. Honestly, he probably wants this more than you do at this point, even if you are the most infuriating person in his life. He moans when you finally make contact, surprised at just how wet you are. Damn it. You really do love toying with him.

"Shush. No moaning."

Mike whimpers a bit when you scold him, and starts bucking his hips into the air. God, he wishes his hands were free. He can't even bring himself to beg for it, too absorbed in you.

"Fuck, right there." You start to buck your hips slightly as well, grinding onto his face. His tongue is hitting just the right spot, and he fuckin' knows it. Bastard.

As soon as you give him that little sliver of praise, he loses it. Completely. He's a desperate, writhing mess beneath you, pulling against his restraints and thrusting up into the void while he eats you out like he's starved.

With one hand gently pulling his hair, and the other clinging to the headboard to steady yourself, you rock your hips. This earns you another low moan from Mike, and while the vibrations feel amazing against your clit, he needs to shut the fuck up.

"Quiet, or I'll fuckin' gag you." You hiss, yanking his hair a little harder for a moment to make a point. He returns to whimpering, for now.

God, you missed this. Mike Schmidt was a jackass, but he was a jackass that knew exactly how to make you squirm. In fact, you were squirming now. Fuck.

"I'm almost... mmm.... Mike..."

Fuck, now you're moaning his name?

Mike wants to grab your hips and pull you down into his face harder, but his hands are restrained.

He wants to grab himself and finally get off, but again, restraints.

He wants to moan, but you're threatening to gag him.

He wants to keep you in this bed with him forever, but he can tell you're close, and pretty unlikely to stick around afterwards. Even if you could be convinced, he's too stubborn to ask.

He wants to taste your cum. So he does.

"Fuuuuuck." You turn into a trembling mess on his face, your legs going weak as he licks and sucks in just the right way. He knows your body so well.

"Nngh, Mike, stop." You lift your hips, leaving him licking at the air for a moment.

"God, that was..."

Mike watches as you scoot back to sit on his chest again, and feels your thighs gently squeeze his face. When you run both hands through his hair as well, he's in heaven. He doesn't need you to say he did a good job to know he did well. He can tell by the way you caress him, and the slick dripping down his chin. He smiles at the glazed over look in your eyes, and he's sure.

"Did I earn the right to use my arms again, Princess?"

That little smug comment breaks you out of your trance. Bastard.

"Yeah, yeah. One minute." You sigh and stare down at his face. Poor boy is wrecked, your mess all over him.

Mike's eyes go wide as he watches you take off your little white tank top, your only remaining piece of clothing. He only gets a brief look at your tits before you swipe it across his face, cleaning him up.

"Hey, I was gonna eat that." He teases, staring up at your chest with hunger in his eyes.

"Yeah, well, you still can." You chuckle and stuff the tank top in his stupid smug mouth, a makeshift gag for what's to come. or cum. hah.

Mike can't help but be annoyed with you. He's clearly going insane with how badly he needs to cum, he just worked so hard to finish YOU off, and his wrists hurt. And what do you do? Gag him. Wonderful.

As soon as you finish untying one of his wrists, Mike uses his newly freed hand to yank the gag out.

"What was that for?" He scowls, reaching to untie his other wrist himself as you crawl on top of him.

"You're loud when you cum. Put it back in and bite down or you're not getting any."

He rubs his wrists and looks at the woman straddling his legs so confidently. If you'd just scoot up a little, you'd be where he really wants you, right on his cock. But he figured that probably wasn't going to happen.

"You're infuriating." He willingly shoves the gag back in his mouth, attempting to scowl through a mouthful of cotton. All his anger melts away when you tug his boxers down and finally wrap your hand around his dick. He shudders. Fuck, he's not gonna last long.

"Just let it out, Mikey." You coax him, using a soothing voice and quick hand to finish him off. He bucks his hips up into you and whimpers through the gag, eyes rolling back into his head. Precum drips from him almost immediately, and you smile. He definitely had fun.

After hardly a minute of pumping, he explodes all over his stomach and chest. Fuck, some even gets on his neck. You laugh and make a show of licking your fingers clean, eyeing him up and down.

When Mike's eyes finally flutter open, he almost gets hard again. He tries to let the image of you straddling him, completely naked, and sucking his cum off your fingers soak into his brain. He wants it burned into his eyes, Christ. Why did he ever let someone so hot get away from him?

"That was fast."

Oh, right, because she's a total witch.

"You told me to let it all out."

"Mhm. And now look at you. A mess."

Mike props himself up on his elbows and snorts.

"Gonna lick me clean too, sweetheart?"

"Nope."

God, why did he even ask? He lies back down on the bed, sexually satisfied, but mentally and physically exhausted. He hardly registers you climbing out of bed until he hears his bathroom door close.

A few minutes later, you return and toss him a rag. It's warm and damp.

"Clean yourself up, you're a big boy." You taunt him while you slip back into your shorts and panties.

Mike sighs but accepts the rag and starts to wipe himself down.

You reach for your tank top, lying discarded at the edge of the bed. Then you remember you used it to wipe up... hm. Probably best not to wear it.

"I'm stealing a shirt." You announce, turning to rifle through his dresser. Is this the shirt drawer? No, this one?

"Keep the tank-top. Free souvenir."

"Stealing? Not borrowing?" Mike scoffs, sliding his boxers back up.

"Yep. Can I take this one?" You turn and hold up a faded grey shirt with a cheesy pun on it.

"No. I like that one."

"Oookay... what about this one?"

"No. Sentimental value."

"This?"

He's tempted to keep denying you, if only to see you shirtless for longer. Damn, if you hadn't tied up his wrists he would have been all over those...

"Mike? Can I have this one?" You repeat, annoyed.

"Huh? Oh, yeah. Sure." He grumbles, turning away in an attempt to hide his blush. It was stupid. He just ate you out, and he blushes at the sight of boobs?

You chuckle to yourself as you throw on his shirt. It smells like him. Or at least, smells like his detergent.

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"Hope you had as much fun as I did, Mikey." You lean against his bedroom door, preparing to leave.

"You don't wanna stay for a bit?" Damn it. He sounded pathetic, begging his ex to stay. This was just a favor to you, a quick release. He couldn't help but try, though.

"Hm. Don't you have to take Abby to school?"

Mike glances at the digital alarm next to his bed. Shit. They're definitely running late now.

"...Yeah. I'll, uh, see ya?"

"You promised to get a new babysitter this weekend."

He swallows, heart sinking into his stomach. Yeah, he did say that, didn't he?

"Right. Yeah."

An awkward silence lingers in the air for a few moments, so you clear your throat and speak up.

"You wanna walk me out?"

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After quickly shuffling into some shorts and a t-shirt, Mike walks you to the front door and unlocks it for you while you gather your things. His heart wrenches at the sight of you in his shirt, though he tries not to show it. That sort of thing would usually mean you're his. But you aren't. Not anymore.

"Tell Abby I said good luck in her witching endeavors."

"Will do."

He watches you leave, and the exhaustion finally crumples him. Fuck, Abby's just gonna have to miss the first few hours of school today. He needs a nap. Or a medically induced coma.

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Author's note: This was my first time writing smut so uh hope y'all enjoy. This series is also my first attempt at fanfiction in general. I'm so excited to write the last chapter! Sorry to end on a sad note. I love angst. Sad little babygirl Mike. <3 <3

Also, is tying Mike up with shoelaces very realistic? Probably not. But it's hot. And I can't imagine he keeps bondage stuff.

Edit: Part 4

[mschimdt]

below the attitude

switch!mike schmidt x switch!fem!reader

warnings: mike is a sub first half then he had enough and dominates you, nsfw, p in v, sub mike, male recieving, choking, dirty talk, strong language, edging breeding kink, filthy mike, dom mike for most of the story

english isnt my first language so im sorry if there are any spelling mistakes n that typa shit

RUSHED AND NOT PROOF READ

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mike was a very attractive guy you met at your job at freddy fazzbears, he seemed like a respectful guy, which he is. but after working a few months at the pizzarea with him you started dating, after a few months of that too, he showed his true bratty side which gets on your nerves sometimes, hes made you to tie him up to your bed and edge him for hours a few times

right nows one of those times, he was being bratty as fuck all day, and you had enough so you had to do something about it.

hes tied up to your bed with both arms, fully naked while u teased him, holding his throbbing hard dick and sliding it across your folds every few minutes, licking his dick, moaning into his ears, kissing his neck

"hgggg..- p-please! please! just let m-me come!" he said, whimpering and moaning from the sensitivity of his dick due to him being hard for a bit over an hour while you teased him

"ill let you come when i want little bitch" you slapped him across the face leaving a red mark, he was okay with this, you both had a safewors and you talked about it before, he told u he actually found it quite attractive you noticed him whining and tryint to lift his hips up in attempt to hump the air, which you gracefully pushed back down onto the bed.

what you didnt notice though, was him untying the roped youve tied him with, too distracted with sliding his dick across your folds while teasing him

you leaned down to kiss him, thats when you felt arms grab you by the waist and flip you over, he was ontop now

"w-what.?" you said, how hadnt you noticed him untying himself

"youre gonna give me what i want now. and ill keep doing it, till you remember nothing but my name, understood?" he said glaring at you with lustful eyes

"not understood" you said with a smirk wide across your face, trying to get youre dominance over him to return, but it didnt

instead he flipped you over ass up, pulled you by your hair too look at yourself in the mirror facing your bed "look whos being a brat now huh?" he said panting, holding you up by your hair with one hand, the other reaching to choke you "understood?" he repeated, loosening the grip on your throat to hear you speak "y-yes" you said, "yes, what?" he stared at you through the mirror, a grin on his face, "y-yes sir"

"good girl." he said, lowering your face back onto the bed by your hair ass still up, he started pushing his cock into you unpatiently

he bottomed out, his cock fitting perfectly into your tight cunt you let our whimpers while he thursted in an out of you, not sparing you, he just went for it

he noticed your breathing pattern change, breaths speeding up, and your tight walls squeezing him

"awh baby youre gonna come?" he asked pulling you up by your hair again to amke you look atyourself in the mirror to see the mess hes created "y-yea" you replied, he smacked you bad onto the bed

"well thats too bad, shouldve thought about your actions before" just as you were about to reach your orgasm, you felt his cock leave your cunt, empty and swollen "mike! mike! p-please!" you begged, you looked in the mirror and saw him stroking his dick right above you letting out soft moans, before he released ropes of warm cum across your back

then he grabbed you by your hair again, more gently this time and picked up his cum on his fingers, before smearing at across your lips and cheek

"you want this inside you?" he said, refering to the cum he had just smeared across your face

"mh-mmm" you replied "words baby"

"yes please.."

"then beg for it" he said

"pl-ease mike please i want you to c-cum inside me!! please mike, mike-" by this point, tears were streaming across your face, desperate for any kind of stimulation

"please what?"

"plea-se s-sir" you said, inbetween your sobs

he pushed himself inside you again, immediatley thursting in and out giving you no time to adjust, you were a whimpering-moaning mess hair tangeled from all the pulling, dried tears across your face

you felt your orgasm near you, mike was still fucking you from behind with no mercy, your orgasm was so close, you couldnt hold it in

"mik- sir can i-i p-please 'cu-cum?!" "please (sob) sir!!"

"mhm" he hummed against your neck, watching your face in the mirror

you came on his dick, just a few seconds later, he followed, releasing his load into you

you collapsed onto the bed. too tired to hokd yourself up

then you felt mike kissing up and down your back whisperinf things like: "you did so well baby" and "i love you so much you know that?"

after you both cooled down, mike pulled out his softening cock, closing your legs right after to prevent his cum from leaving your cunt

he was still kissing you and praising you

"u want me to run you a bath" he said

"mhmm" you said to tired to open your eyes

"sure thing" he got up and put some clothes on before he ran you a bath

he held you up and took you to the bathroom where he washed you up and took care of you

after that you were both in bed, holdinf eachother closely, mike pecked your lips, followed with a "goodnight baby" and he turned the little lamp lighting the room up off.

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this is hella rushed, not proof read, just wanged to write something

[sunshine-on-marz]

Mike Schmidt x Reader

Tw for nightmares and movie spoilers

Credits to Cafekitsune

“Mike? Are you alright- oh honey” you look over and see your boyfriend sat straight up in bed, breathing heavily. Ever since everything went down at Freddy’s, his nightmares about Garret have subsided, but new ones have started up. Nightmares about you, and Abby, and Vanessa. They aren’t nightly but they sure aren’t uncommon. “Just- just go back to bed baby, I’m ok” he says, out of breath, almost frantic. “No. Mike. You know I can’t sleep when I know you’re upset.” You say, slowly sitting up and inching towards him. “Micheal, talk to me” you whisper as you rub his back. “I almost lost Abby- what if something happens and I can’t save her- or I can’t save you- I can’t lose you two” he doesn’t look at you but you can tell that he’s about to cry. “And you won’t” you assure him as your hands find their way to massage his shoulders. “Mike can you look at me sweetheart?” You ask him, keeping your voice soft, and he obliges. As soon as he faces you, you pull him into a tight hug, rubbing his back as he cries into your shoulder. Nights like these aren’t uncommon, but they aren’t easy either. “I love you” he whispers into the side of your neck. “I love you too mike, so much”

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RAHHHHH SEXY FNAF MAN

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[byte-babe]

nsfw mention + fluff

I'm not much of a writer but imagine this.

A Mike Schmidt x Reader scenario

You and Mike are getting into it, him on top. He's going nice and slow, making sure you get every inch of him, making you feel real good. Hearing him whimper, and moan in your ear, loving the feeling of your nails digging and scratching into his back (bonus points if its acrylic nails.) Before he would go into work, you would plant soft small kisses on the markings before putting some kind of ointment on his back to help with the stinging.

[yobi-thecreator]

KSJS OMG HIII IM THE PERSON THAT REQUESTED THE CUDDLING WITH ABBY AFTER SHE HAS A NIGHTMARE AND OMG OMG I LOVE ITTT FKDNS UR SO GOOD. I'm here to request another one but this time head canons with Mike Schmidt again (😅) where the reader just pampers him!! Like anything and everything he's been through sm and he just needs someone to comfort him and like cook for him and/or help him out with Abby. FEEL FREE TO IGNORE IF U DONT FEEL LIKE IT HAVE AN AMAZING DAY AND REMEMBER TO TAKE BREAKSS!!

Hi babes!!! Thanks for another one!!! These are so fun to write!!! 💖💖

Comforting Mike Schmidt

Mike had the day off which meant he was going to sleep in, like he usually does on his off days. Abby was at school, which meant you were up already. You decide to make pancakes to surprise Mike before he woke up.

After making pancakes, you poured a cup of orange juice and grabbed the plate of pancakes and made your way to Mike's room. You carefully open the door to his room and set the plate down on his nightstand and set the orange juice down. Mike woke up with the smell of the pancakes and woke up slowly. "Morning baby." Mike whispered out. "Morning Mike." You responded back. "I made breakfast for you." You told him as you motion to the pancakes and orange juice. Mike smiled and sat up. "You didn't have to do that babe, I'm an adult." Shaking your head you smiled. "Oh shush Mike. Now eat, they might get cold." You grabbed the plate while Mike property sat up. You handed him the plate of pancakes and he started to eat.

After Mike finished eating his pancakes (and feeding you some of them even though you kept telling him to eat them himself), you both cuddled for a while, being in each other's arms. "Thanks for making breakfast." He mumbled. "Of course Mike." You told him as you played with his hair.

After awhile you suggested that you run him a bath. He reluctantly agreed and was now in the bath with some lavender scented bath bubbles. You helped him was his hair and body, now you were giving him a back massage. You had a small smile on your face. Once in awhile Mike would grunt or sigh in relief when you would massage a certain spot on his back. You then massaged his neck. When you were done with the massage he said he wanted to get out. You went to go fetch some towels and helped him dry himself.

You suggested to do his skin care and paint his nails. He reluctantly agreed and was currently sitting on the bed as you applied a mud face mask (idk if thats what they're called) on him. While the mask was drying you painted his nails, you let him choose what color(s) he wanted on his nails. After the mud mask dried you washed his face for him that way he didn't have to ruin his nails.

After that you made him some lunch to eat. You just put some pizza in the oven and waited for it to cook. You guys ate when it was done cooking. The rest of the day you guys were cuddled up on the couch. Mike ended up falling asleep.

Here you go pookie!! My bad I made a whole story 💀 I just realized that you said head cannons so my bad. 😭

- HaloTurtle

[littlerequiem]

Drabble Month, Day 2: Pepper ˚⁎⁺ Miche x GN!Reader

CONTENT — Sick fic, fluff, cooking. Written for @thedrabblecollective as part of the AOT Vets Drabble Month. Divider by @cafekitsune.

Whenever Miche gets sick, you’ve learned that his sense of smell disappears.

Behind you, Miche attempts to fight Mother Nature.

“I can’t smell for shit,” he complains, sniffing the simmering pot.

“My poor baby.”

Miche slides his arms around your waist. “Describe it for me.”

“Soup with carrots.” A kiss lands on your neck. “Mm… onions.” Another. “P-peppers.”

This time, you turn to face him, trying to capture his lips.

Miche stops you. “I don’t want you to get sick.”

“But—“

Miche engulfs you into a warm embrace instead.

You bite down a smile. Fine. For now, this will do.

[c1nna1nmyr0ll]

Mike Schmidt x fem!reader

Word Count: 0.7k

Warnings: consensual somnophilia, dark content, very, very dub!con, m! masturbation mention, vaginal sex, pet names (baby), begging, creampie, and multiple orgasms

Whenever Mike wakes up from his nightmares, he must relieve some stress. Usually, he jacks himself off to calm himself, and it helps relax his muscles so he can fall back to sleep. He knows it’s not the most ethical way, but it’s his way. After he met you, he would wake you up, and you would help him relieve stress instead.

For a while, this worked. Mike would shake you slightly to get you up, and you guys would fuck the stress away. The intimacy and active work were the perfect remedy for Mike. However, getting woken up so often affected you because of your lack of sleep. You didn’t change anything, but things changed when Mike brought it up and mentioned how worried he was for you. So, you came up with a simple solution.

“Just don’t wake me up,” you suggested as you two were lying next to each other about to sleep for the night.

“Huh?” Mike looks over at you. His eyebrows furrow.

“Like, just use me while I’m still sleeping,” you further explain.

“But isn’t that–” you cut him off.

“Don’t worry; you have my full consent to do this,” you reassure him. “When you need to relieve stress, just use my body.” He still looked at you with slight concern.

“Are you sure?” he asks again.

“Yes, I’m sure. I’ve given it a lot of thought,” you say.

“Alright,” he agrees. You could tell he was still hesitant, but the two of you rolled over and went to sleep.

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You vaguely begin hearing some harsh breathing and feeling thrusts inside your pussy. You breathe out and hum your moans while both sensations continue.

“Christ, baby, you feel so fucking good even while you sleep,” you hear. Mike’s harsh breath and hoarse voice. You continue to hum your moans. Mike’s thrusts continue to fuck your pussy; each thrust deep and quick.

You begin to open your eyes and see Mike’s silhouette on top of you. Your eyes adjust, and you see his messy brown hair tosseled and his brow covered in sweat. Mike’s eyes are closed in the ecstasy of using your pussy how he pleases, even when you are sleeping. You almost don’t want to interrupt him, but you also can’t help the moans that escape your mouth.

“Ah! Mike,” you moan and raise your arms to cage Mike’s shoulders and bring him closer to you.

“F-Fuck, Y/N,” he says. Mike holds your head in his arm while he continues to thrust into you. He’s not relenting at all, getting closer to his orgasm.

“Mi-Mike, please cum inside me,” you beg. “Cum inside my pussy, please.” His breathing slightly changes into whines, wanting to fulfill your desire. His arms flex, and his movements speed up, and his cock hits your best spot, but you didn’t want to cum because you do not want to ruin his orgasm.

“F-Fuck,” Mike curses again, and you feel his cum enter your pussy. He falls into your arms with your chests pressed together as he catches his breath. You hug him, reach up, and touch his hair. The nape of his neck is a bit wet from sweat.

“Do you wanna take a shower?” you ask. “We can do a quick one.” Mike chuckles.

“Don’t you have to wake up in a few hours?” he asks, referring to your day job.

“We’ll be super quick then,” you say, and he playfully rolls his eyes.

“Alright, alright,” he agrees.

Mike gets up and pulls out of your pussy and helps you to sit up, and you both climb out of bed together. As you both leave the bedroom and begin walking to your bathroom, you notice that there’s a lot of cum dripping from your pussy.

“Jesus Christ,” you say, looking down. Mike notices you looking and gets a bit red.

“Uh, well, I cummed a few times inside you earlier before you woke up,” he explains. Your eyebrows raise.

“Oh really?” you ask.

“You also came at one point, too,” he says.

“I did?” you’re even more surprised.

“Yeah, I was surprised too,” he says. “I hope that you’re–”

“I told you don’t worry,” you say. “Seems like you really liked my idea, huh?”

“Well, it does help solve our problem,” he agrees.

“Yup,” you say playfully. “Now, let’s shower and get back to sleep.”

“Works for me,” he agrees.

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[etfrin]

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Mike Schmidt x female! Reader

| masterlist | bc: @cafekitsune | request |

A= Aftercare (what they’re like after the act)

— would bring you towels and clean you up, a glass of water if your throat gets sore from moaning so much, and cuddle while praising you softly.

B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)

— his eyes because you compliment them so much (HIS EYES ARE SO PRETTY AHHH) but for you, it's your hands, loves to hold them during sex or just in general. It's very comforting for him.

C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)

— loves to cum on your pussy, just something about your folds being smeared with his hot seed gets him going, it's sexy for him.

D= Dirty secret (Pretty self-explanatory)

— would steal your panties to jerk off at work (like in the pizzeria while he's bored out of his mind staring at the cameras)

E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing)

— He had a couple of flings and that's it, his experience is average, body count is perhaps six. So it's a complete 50/50.

F= Favorite position

— RIDING. He gives me a pillow prince vibes sometimes he just wants to lay down as you take your pleasure while riding his cock without him doing much of the work. Also because he loves to suck your tits and see them bounce as you ride his cock so well.

G= Goofy (how serious are they)

— hmm, I don't think Mike is the type to be goofy during sex but sometimes he would say something that would make you cackle and he doesn't even know what made you laugh so much.

H= Hair (grooming habits)

— every couple of months he trims.

I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)

— would take his time while fucking you. His way of fucking is sensual, he's relieving so much of his stress while he's thrusting into your cunt. He's making sure to do it nice and slow, taking his time, until his muscles are completely relaxed when he cums.

J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)

— mike would masturbate whenever you're not near, he usually masturbates at his work when he's missing you so much. He takes his phone out and pulls out a picture of yours he had taken or carries one of your used panties on him at all times.

K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)

— edging, bondage (him getting tied), breeding kink, overestimation (receiving and giving), praising kink (receiving), cockwarming. He's so submissive and breedable. Tie him up and ride him until he's shooting loads after loads all the while he's begging that he can't cum anymore but his cock is hard and throbbing inside your walls. You reassure him while saying that a good boy could and would cum once again so who is he to deny you? Nobody, that's who.

L= Location (where they like to get it on)

— bedroom or at his work (since it's an abandoned pizzeria who would care), on the days when Abby is in her school, he would fuck you all over the house, the kitchen, the couch, the floor, no place is safe.

M= Motivation (things that make them tick/turn-ons)

— your interactions with Abby. You would talk to her so sweetly even when she's too focused on her drawings. You coax her to talk and eat and just be so sweet and patient with her. You remind him of his family before everything. He wants to have a family with you and rest assured your cunt is gonna be filled tonight.

Honorable mentions: You holding his hand, you praising him or helping him with anything in general. He has been alone for so long, trying to keep everything on his shoulders, even you bringing him breakfast in bed is enough, he would fall for you harder and fuck you even better.

N= No (turn offs or absolutely won’t do)

— anything that's too messy like watersports.

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

— he would be so messy while eating pussy. He would suck at your clit too harshly, nipping at the sensitive swollen bud while his digits thrust into your walls. He takes his fingers out and licks them clean off your juices. He would lav at your pussy but he would always give special attention to your clit, he loves it as it swells up and how sensitive it can get so quickly and you have tears falling because you're just so overwhelmed and he repeats the process again and again because something about keep sucking your clit just does it for him.

When you're sucking him off though, he's so gentle about it. In complete contrast while he's eating you. He murmurs your encouragements and he strokes your hair. Giving your mouth shallow thrusts, making sure you don't gag, and warning you before he would cum, letting you decide whether he should cum in your mouth or on your face.

P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)

— unless you beg him to go fast or you're the one controlling the pace, he fucks into you in a sensual, lazy manner. Sex is less about the sexual pleasure for him and more about letting his stress go. Letting off his tense muscles while each thrust just makes him melt in you.

Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)

— unless he's desperate, like in the mornings minutes before he has to drop Abby to school, he isn't much for quickies. Would rather just take his time, if he can't have you at the moment then he would wait until he can.

R= Risk (do they like to try new things)

— mike is willing to experiment, just not that much. He's very vanilla.

S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)

— since his pace as I mentioned would be pretty darn slow, he could last for hours, he would ignore your pleas to cum with an annoyed sush or his palm over your mouth so your begging is muffled and doesn't influence him. And since he could last for hours, he wouldn't do more than two rounds of sex in one day. He would keep his cock inside after finishing just so he can slowly fuck you again when he stops feeling like jelly.

T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)

— oh! He would use a vibrator on you, especially while eating you. Him sucking on your clit while the vibrator is at its highest setting. He only does it when Abby is having sleepovers with Vennesa (I have obviously decided to ignore the canon events of the movie roll with it) You would be mewling and moaning so much that the neighbors would complain the next morning but it doesn't matter to either of you, not when you squirt on his face and he laps your cum as it flows down past the vibrator.

U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)

— not much of a teaser but would love getting teased when he's in a much more submissive mood. Just keep giving him praises, love bites, and body worship him, he would be such putty in your hands if you knew what to do. He can even cum untouched just from being teased.

V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)

— HE'S A GROANER, HE MOANS AND WHIMPERS AND WHINES. he's a loser so it's canon, he tries his best to stop his sounds, biting his lower until it bleeds, or stuffing his face into the crook of your neck, his mouth onto your pulse, sucking the skin to stop his whines or stuffing his face into the pillow to stop a whimper.

W= Wild card (random sin canon of any sort)

– he had a threesome once with you and Vanessa. He hadn't touched her, not even a kiss, too busy giving you attention. He would fuck your ass as Venassa fucks you with a strap-on. He would get jealous but he cum so hard after seeing the two of you kiss. His ex-crush with his girlfriend, never in life that he thought that would be possible.

X= X-ray (what’s down below in dem pants)

— average girth but a bit tall. Six inches with a brown mushroom tip. Uncut.

Y= Yearning (sex drive level)

— i wouldn't say he has a high sex drive but at least thrice a week, you're getting dick down by him.

Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)

— after aftercare, it wouldn't take him much longer to sleep, five mins max, he's just so relaxed, he's gonna get the best sleep ever with you in his arms.

A/N : make sure to reblog if you make it till the end!

[whispering-ways]

Hear me out. Softdom!Mike (fnaf) takes you to work with him and wants you to cockwarm him while he looks over the cams

˖⁺‧₊˚♡ checking the cameras ♡ ˚₊‧���

◉ summary: mike takes you to work, but you become incredibly bored incredibly quick. luckily, Mike has a solution for that.

◉ pairings: mike schmidt x reader

◉ tags: cockwarming, nicknames like love and baby

◉ notes: anon I literally adore you for this, i know in my bone marrow that Mike is a soft Dom!!! hope you like this short fic!

You were always a fan of true crime since you were little. So when your boyfriend, Mike, offered for you to come with him during a shift, you jumped at the opportunity. I mean the place was just riddled with mystery; I mean missing children at an entertainment place? You knew there had to be some sort of clue to what had happened so many years ago and you were going to get to the bottom of it.

You were expecting a fun night of snooping around, but Mike had said that was absolutely not allowed. It was understandable; he was working hard at this gig and he couldn't have anything fuck it up for him. 

Nevertheless, it actively killed any excitement the pizzeria once had. It didn't take long for you to become absolutely mind-numbing bored. You'd practically done everything you could in Mike's office. Flip through manuals, make paper swans out of old napkins, watch the training VHS tapes, there was nothing more you could do within that office.

"Well, almost nothing," you thought, looking over to Mike. You had to admit, he looked pretty good in a uniform and it's not like you had anything better to do. You walked over to his chair and climbed in his lap, thighs trapping him down to his seat. 

His focus shifted from the cameras to you, moving his hands to hold you up from the small of your back. "What's up love?" he asks with a soft but tired smile.

"Babe~!" you said dragging out each syllable. "I'm so bored...can I please just ride you?" you whine.

Mike's face flushes red, but it slowly leaves as he lets out a tired sigh. "As much as I'd love that, and truly I would, I'm too fucking tired for that and plus I've gotta watch these cameras baby."

You didn't want to push him, so you nod your head, dissapointment written all over your face. You lay your head in the crook of his neck; if you couldn't have his dick inside you, you were at least gonna cuddle him. 

Mike hated to see you upset like this. How could he concentrate on work when his love was in his arms feeling so sad? He patted your back, making you sit back up. "Why don't you just cockwarm me for a bit love? Itd be nice to have you around me while I look at the cameras."

You nodded enthusiastically, happy at the compromise. You quickly reached to pull your shorts off, leaving you in your panties as you ground down on his crotch. Mike put his hands on your hips, pulling you up just enough for him to unzip and push his pants down just enough for you to have access to him. He placed you back in his lap gently and you conrinued to grind down on him, feeling his erection poke through his boxers.

It didn't take long for you to pull down your panties and line yourself up with Mike, impatient to have him inside you. You slowly slipped the tip in, hissing at the stretch. 

"Fuck baby, you're so tight~" Mike groaned out. You loved how raspy his voice would get every time you both messed around. You slipped all of him inside you, finally bringing your hips down to his. His dick filled you up in all the right places; although it was average in size, it made up in length with thickness. 

Instinctively, you started to raise your hips to ride him, before feeling Mike's hands on your side again, pulling you back down roughly. "Remember you're just cockwarming. Don't disobey okay? If you're good for me, maybe we can mess around later after my shift."

"Ugh~ fine," you say reluctantly, sinking back into his  chest.

He chuckles at how much you wanted him. "Good girl," he says, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. 

Something about being so close to Mike managed to make you sleepy and although you did your best to prevent it, you felt your eyes close.

You woke up to Mike tapping your back again to let you know it was time to go back home. You look up at him groggily before noticing you'd been cockwarming him all shift. Mike wordlessly helped put your clothes back on and led you back to his car, letting you sleep in the back seat as he drove him.

After checking in on Abby and sending the babysitter away, he brought you to his bedroom, gently laying you down on his bed. You instinctively pull the blanket around you, only to have it ripped away a few seconds later, the cold air now jolting you awake. 

You look up to see Mike above you, blanket in hand and a smile stretched across his face. "Baby you can't go to sleep just yet. I have to reward you for being so good don't I?" he said in a low voice.