Danny takes something that doesn’t belong to him- my first phic phight fic
Prompt: Danny has a break down after he starts feeding on human emotions.
“-and nobody’s going to do anything about it, because rampant corruption has made meaningful change almost impossible!”
Danny took a long, awkward sip of his milkshake. He never knew what to say when Sam got riled up like this. Her passion for social justice definitely wasn’t a bad thing. With her connections in the goth and vegan communities- plus a bit of her parents’ money- she’d actually managed to do some pretty cool stuff. But sometimes, her overwhelming anger at the injustices of the world got to be a bit… much. The other customers at the Nasty Burger were starting to stare.
Sam went on with her tirade, gesturing frantically as she explained loopholes in campaign finance laws and monopolization in the animal agriculture industry using the same tone of voice that Danny’s parents used to describe their latest encounter with a ghost. He wasn’t sure how to tell her she was making a scene. If he was up-front about it, she might get embarrassed, which would suck for both of them. If he didn’t say anything, someone else might get up and say something to her, which would suck even more. Instead, he reached out and tapped her shoulder.
The tap made Sam pause. She looked back at Danny for a few seconds, confused, before getting the hint, sitting down, and continuing more quietly.
Danny stared at his hand in shock. Sam’s skin was warm. Really, really warm. Not in the normal way living people felt warm to Danny, either. This warmth left a pulsing, buzzing, energetic feeling in his fingertips. A good feeling. But not a normal one. He tried to ignore it and focus on what she was saying. He couldn’t.
Without thinking, he grabbed her shoulder again.
The wonderful, fiery, alive feeling rushed into Danny, filling something inside himself that he hadn’t even known was hollow. It spread through his body, somehow heavy and satisfying even though it seemed to be completely weightless.
“Hey, what the heck are you-“ Sam began, but then the sharpness in her expression vanished, and she shook her head. “I mean… wait. Never mind.”
The dazed look in Sam’s eyes was unsettling.
She was completely silent for the rest of their meal.
…
“You know, I didn’t even think it was possible to screw something up that badly,” said a shadow in the corner of Danny’s room.
Danny flopped onto his bed, tired, confused, and not in the mood.
“Go away.”
Penelope Spectra’s human disguise flickered into existence as she stepped out of the darkness. She surveyed the room for a place to sit, eventually settling on the dresser.
“Don’t worry. I’m not hungry, if you catch my drift. I just heard a rumor that you were. I wanted to see for myself, and hey, what do you know, it was true!”
Danny looked up at her, even more confused than before.
“You’re here because you think I’m… hungry?”
“You were hungry. I’d be surprised if you were still hungry now, after that buffet you just had. You don’t have any self-control at all, huh? That poor little friend of yours is basically a husk now!”
“Sam? Did I- wait, what are you- is she okay?
“I’ve never taken that much in one sitting. I do things a lot more slowly. I talk to people while I feed, give them new feelings to worry about while I suck out the old ones. It’s a lot easier on their little souls than what you just did. Isn’t that funny? After all that griping about how I do things, you ended up being worse!”
“What are you talking about? Is Sam okay?”
“Look, kid. Your friend probably won’t die, but you scrambled her brains up big-time. If I were you, I’d give her a call. Talk her into growing replacement emotions.”
Spectra hopped off the dresser and melted back into the shadows. She wasn’t physically in the room anymore, but she was still there.
“Here, I’ll let you have some space so you can do that.”
…
Sam’s phone was making a noise. Ringing. Ringing meant you were supposed to pick the phone up, unless you didn’t want to. Sam didn’t want to, but she didn’t want to not either. She picked up the phone.
“Uh, hey. Sam.”
It was Danny. Danny had eaten lunch with her earlier, at the Nasty Burger.
“Hello, Danny. We ate lunch together at the nasty burger today.”
Danny made a noise. Danny usually didn’t make noises like that.
“Yeah. I know. Hey, Sam, can you tell me… how you feel?”
Sam thought about that for a moment.
“I don’t feel anything.”
Danny made another noise.
“You keep making noises,” said Sam. “I don’t know what the noises you’re making mean.”
The noise Danny made this time was louder than the others.
“Okay! Uh… okay. I broke her. Fuck, this is so-“
“Is this going to be too hard for you?” Asked a voice that probably wasn’t Danny. “If you want, I could try my hand at it. Imagine how miserable she’d be!”
“NO,” Danny said, loudly. Then he said some more stuff, also loudly.
“Who are you talking to? Why are you being so loud?”
“Don’t worry about it. Uh, Sam, you know you’re pretty cool, right?”
This was a compliment. Sam knew that. When you got a compliment, you were supposed to feel good about yourself. Sam tried to figure out whether she felt good about herself.
“Uh, and I like spending time with you. And I hope you like spending time with me.”
Sam thought that she must like spending time with Danny, because she agreed to spend time with him at lunch earlier. If she didn’t like spending time with Danny, she wouldn’t have agreed to do it.
“I think I like spending time with you, because I agreed to spend time with you at lunch today,” she said.
“Um… cool. That’s cool. Thank you?”
More noises came out of Sam’s phone. These noises couldn’t have been made with Danny’s mouth. Or anyone’s mouth. It was more like… rustling. Was that the word? Rustling?
Then she heard Danny’s voice again, but much quieter.
“Hey, am I doing this right? I’m not gonna, like, mess her up even worse, am I?”
“Well,” the other, non-Danny voice responded, “you’re certainly not doing it how I would, but you don’t want to do it my way, do you? Just keep talking to her.”
The rustling started again, and then stopped again.
“So, Sam. Can you tell me about something interesting? You were telling me about corruption at lunch. Maybe talk about that!”
“I was?”
“Yeah. You were mad about it. You said people in charge get paid to make bad decisions or something.”
“Oh. I was mad about that, wasn’t I?”
“Yeah, you were. You’re really passionate about stuff like that.”
“Yeah. I guess I am.”
…
“She’s still gonna be fragile for a few weeks. If you feed off her again before she’s healed up, you could end up doing permanent damage. And not the yummy kind of damage, either.”
Danny pulled a blanket over his shoulders and glared at Spectra.
“Aww, come on. Aren’t you gonna say, ‘thanks, Ms. Spectra, I don’t know what I would’ve done without your help,’ or something like that? After all, I did just totally get you out of a jam.”
“You’re evil and gross.”
Spectra tilted her head to the side and frowned.
“Why? Because I feed on human emotions? Is that what makes me evil and gross?”
“W- You tried to murder my sister.”
“Bygones,” she said, waving her hand. “Besides, I think we’re even now. I almost killed your sister, you stopped me. You almost killed your friend, I saved her. It’s all water under the bridge!”
“Water- what? No! This is way different. I didn’t… do that to Sam on purpose, I was just-“
“Curious? Stupid? Hungry? I understand. It feels wonderful, doesn’t it? Almost like you’re alive- well, completely alive, in your case. I suggest you enjoy it. Maybe take a day or so to digest, and then chat up a neighbor, test your limits, see how much you can drain before they start to go kooky. That sort of thing. This ability is a rare privilege, even among ghosts.”
Danny groaned. Part of him wanted to try to explain the concept of compassion to Spectra, but he knew it wouldn’t get him anywhere.
“Why are you trying to give me advice, anyway? You’re the worst.”
“Oh, look at the time,” Spectra said, pointing at her clearly watch-less wrist. “Gotta jet. Seeya!”
She disappeared.
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"Brother's Best Friend" - Mike Schmidt x Reader
a/n: first time writing for mike - @lovelykhaleesiii this is all your fault 😭😭😭🩷
Summary: Your crush on your brother's best friend finally leads to something.
Word Count: 2,500
Rating: 18+, MDNI
TW: afab reader, she/her pronouns, profanity, innuendo, brat taming, dom mike, spanking, p in v sex, breeding kink if you squint, size kink, creampie
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Five Nights At Freddy's characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.
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Your crush on your brother’s best friend isn’t a particularly well-kept secret. Your brother knows. Your friends know. Hell, even Mike’s little sister, Abby, knows. The only person who doesn’t know is Mike himself. He answers the door, bags under his eyes, his hair disheveled, but looking just as handsome as ever, giving you a tired smile. You set your bag down in the entryway of his and Abby’s home, listening to him giving you the rundown of all things Abby for the twentieth time.
“Mike,” you cut him off, “I’ve been babysitting your sister for a while now. I think I’ve got this, dude.”
He chuckles, running a hand through his hair, and nods, “Yeah, yeah, I know. Anyway, you meet Toby’s new girlfriend?” Mike can tell by the way you wrinkle your nose that you have indeed met your brother’s new girlfriend and asks, “Oof, don’t approve?”
“No, just the idea of him dating is gross.”
Mike shakes his head at you, “The idea of your brother finally happy and dating someone is gross? Come on, cut him some slack.”
“No slack. Ever.”
He gives you an affectionate nudge on the shoulder, “Right. No slack. Do you at least like her?”
“She’s nice enough,” you shrug, “It’s whatever, I guess. Long as he’s happy.”
The two of you stand in front of Abby’s room, Mike leaning against the wall, crossing his arms, “That’s nice of you. Wish Abby approved of the girls I dated.”
“That would require you actually dating, Mike,” you sass, “You’re perpetually single.”
He rolls his eyes at your response before retorting, “Pretty sure you’re single too.”
“Yeah, but I have an excuse. I’m a freshman in college. You’re, like, an actual adult.”
Mike gives you an amused look, “I’m not like an old geezer or anything.”
“I dunno,” you tease, “Think I see a few gray hairs there, Mikey boy.”
His fingers immediately move to his hair before giving you an annoyed look, muttering, “I’m not even that old, you little brat.”
You giggle, quite used to him calling you that by now. Hell, he’s been doing it ever since you guys were kids. It’s true, you do act like a total brat around the guy, but in truth? It’s only to keep his attention on you. You nudge his foot with your own playfully before teasing him again.
“Hey, it’s okay. The silver fox thing will really work for you. Chicks will dig it.”
He groans at your words, but can’t help laughing. Mike’s always had a soft spot for you. At times when even Toby hasn’t been able to cheer him up, you have. It’s the damnedest thing.
“You’re so annoying, you know that?”
“Sorry, I should have more respect for the elderly.”
You burst into giggles at the way the look he gives you, covering your mouth to calm yourself. And Mike? He can’t help but feel like he’s seeing you for the first time. That smile, that laugh, all of it. Granted, he’s always had a bit of a thing for you, his best friend’s little sister. But he’d always managed to keep it under control, keep it to himself and not give any indication that he has feelings for you. But it gets harder every time he sees you. He watches as Abby runs into your arms, practically tackling you in a hug. It’s like she comes to life when she’s around you, and you listen attentively to everything she says. It just makes him love you all the more.
“I’ve got it from here, Mike,” you tell him, “Have a good shift!”
He shakes off the feeling and nods, quickly saying goodbye to the both of you before heading over to Freddy’s, mind consumed with thoughts of you.
When Mike gets back from work, it’s early morning, just past dawn, and the house is quiet. He walks to Abby’s room, poking his head inside, where he sees you, laying on Abby’s bed beside her. You have your earphones on and appear to be working on one of your school assignments, scribbling away with one hand while the other gently runs through her hair. He’s never paid attention to the quiet little moments like this before, but now, he can’t stop staring. You’re always such a little brat, and while he loves it, there’s something so very endearing about seeing you like this. Maternal almost as you care for his little sister. He watches you gaze down at her affectionately before continuing to chip away at your assignment.
The floor creaks beneath him and you pull one of your earphones out, glancing up at him, lifting your hand in a wave, which he returns. You slide out of bed, taking care not to wake Abby up, picking up her crayons and construction paper, placing them on her nightstand, before pressing a kiss to her forehead and adjusting her blanket. And Mike? He just watches the whole scene, completely enchanted by you. If he wasn’t in love with you before, he’s absolutely certain that he is now.
You grab your purse, hanging it on your shoulder and follow Mike out to the living room, closing Abby’s door behind you, “So, how’s the new job? Toby says that place is creepy as fuck.”
Mike nods, “Your brother’s not the only one. Just… Really weird vibes.”
You giggle at his words, crossing your arms, “Boys are pussies. I bet if I went, I wouldn’t be scared at all.”
“Really?” Mike arches a brow, “We’re pussies? Okay, brat, how do you know you won’t be scared?”
“We both know my imaginary balls are bigger than yours or my brother’s.”
“There’s that ego of yours again, mouth writing checks that your ass can’t cash.”
You stick your tongue out at him before giggling, “What kind of stuff creeps you out there, anyway? Out of curiosity.”
“You know. Doors opening by themselves-”
“Faulty wiring.”
“Weird noises-”
“Wood settling.”
“Children crying.”
You pause, “Okay, that last one’s kinda weird.”
“Maybe they’re ghosts.”
“Yeah, just like when you and my brother told me the boogeyman lived under my bed,” you snark, not noticing the way Mike’s gaze moves to your ass when you turn around to grab your jacket, “There’s a rational explanation for everything.”
“I still think you’d get super freaked out,” Mike replies, averting his gaze the moment you turn around, “You’d hear those kids crying and run out of there crying yourself.”
“Fine, bring me along for one of your shifts then,” you challenge, “I’ll prove there’s nothing supernatural about that place.”
“Okay,” Mike relents, the idea of spending an entire shift with you being too tempting to pass up, “You can tag along tonight if you’re up for it.”
“Tonight’s no good. I have a date.”
Mike’s throat goes dry at your words. You… Have… A date? No, no, no, this isn’t how it’s supposed to happen! His jaw ticks as he takes a step closer to you, watching you move for your shoes.
“Who’s the lucky guy?”
“You don’t know him,” you hum before observing, “You seem bothered.”
Mike freezes in place, realizing just how obvious he’s making his jealousy, quickly trying to deny it, “No, nah, not at all. I’m not bothered. That’d be ridiculous.” He pauses before adding, “I’m just curious, is that so wrong?”
“I dunno,” you say, gazing up at him, a cheeky smile tugging at your lips, “Having a thing for your best friend’s kid sister isn’t entirely uncommon.”
“I think you might be assuming a little too much,” he manages to stammer out, noting the way your expression falls ever so slightly at his words - but, before he can say a word, you’re back to that easy smile of yours as you shrug, grinning and saying that it was your mistake before moving to leave.
“Later.”
“Later,” he mumbles, “Enjoy your date.”
“I will,” you chirp, “Who knows? Maybe he’ll get lucky, if you know what I’m saying, huh?”
That’s the last straw for Mike. He lets out a low noise, almost akin to a growl, before spinning you around, pinning you against his front door. His blood feels like it’s on fire as he glares down at you, leaning one of his forearms against the door beside your head while he holds your hips in place with his free hand. You gaze up at him through your lashes, waiting for him to speak.
“You think you can tease me about getting lucky and get away with it?” He questions, his voice low, making your stomach tighten, “That’s cute.”
You shiver before deciding to keep this going, taunting him, “Who says I was teasing? I was just saying.”
He tightens his grip on you, leaning in a bit closer, his eyes boring into yours. You’ve never seen Mike look this angry, and you can’t help but feel a bit thrilled by it. He looks almost like an animal right now, and it has you wanting more.
“Maybe you should just admit you have a thing for your best friend’s sister,” you murmur, goading him.
Mike’s face is inches from yours as he replies, a hard edge to his voice that you’ve never heard before, one that has you pressing your thighs together, desperate for friction, as his chest brushes up against your own, “How about you admit that you’re just trying to get under my skin because you already know that I have a thing for you?”
You bite your lip, the picture of innocence as you reply, “Well, you know me, Mikey. You’ve always said I’m a brat.”
Your mouths are so close together. It would take so little for him to close the distance, to kiss you right now. His gaze is drawn to the way your teeth sink into your lower lip before moving back to your eyes. Those gorgeous, gorgeous eyes.
“You’re not being a brat right now. You’re being a tease.”
“Is there a difference?”
The way you say that, the breathiness of your voice, the way your lips are parted ever so slightly, it all has his mind reeling as he molds his body against yours, his cock achingly hard in his jeans as he brushes his nose against your own, “No.”
Your eyes flutter shut as Mike’s lips capture yours in a hungry kiss. His tongue pushes between your lips, exploring your mouth. You feel his arms wrap around your waist, holding you as close to him as possible as he tilts his head, deepening the kiss, moaning into your mouth. You feel his large hands groping at your ass, your thighs, as he moves to undo the button of your jeans. He grinds himself against you, almost humping your leg as the two of you kiss.
“I might be a brat,” you murmur between kisses, “But it was only ever to get your attention.”
Your words make him melt, the feeling of your warm, soft body against his hands, the fact that you’ve just admitted to wanting him as badly as he wants you. He pushes your jeans down your waist, just enough to reveal the fabric of your pink cotton panties, the sight making his mouth water with need. He undoes his own jeans as well, moving to grind his cock against you, watching the way you whine, your eyes rolling back at the feeling of his bulge pressing up against your pussy, hard and heavy. You whine as he lands a smack on your ass, the sting making you wince, though he’s pretty sure if he pushes his hands inside those cute little panties, you would be soaking wet. He snickers at your whimpering, landing another slap, squeezing your ass.
“You like that, don’t you?” Mike questions.
“No!” You pout, glaring up at him.
Fuck, you’re so adorable, he thinks to himself, spanking you again, watching you moan, your entire body shivering, “You sure about that? I think you like it when I spank you like the little fucking brat you are. I bet it’s getting that sweet little pussy of yours all wet when I get rough with you like this.”
You moan softly, knowing every single one of his words is true as he moves to hand a slap between your thighs, rubbing at you over the fabric of your panties, “Mike, don’t be mean…”
“You like it when I’m mean.”
You whimper as he uses your panties to stimulate you, pulling them up and rubbing them against your clit over and over his lips on your neck, marking up every bit of your skin he can. He loves this. He loves feeling so in control of you. He loves the way you whine, the way you gaze up at him wide-eyed as you reach your peak, lips parted, your chest heaving as you come down from your high. He quickly frees his cock from his boxers, giving it one quick tug, smirking at the way you stare at it unabashedly. He’s big and he knows it. And you’re about to know it too.
You whine pathetically as he presses the tip against your pussy, rubbing it against your clit, making your entire body quiver before he pushes the head of it inside of you, pulling out and pushing back in, teasing you. You glare up at him, pleading for more, begging for his cock, and he slowly sheathes himself in you, inch by inch. You feel almost like you’re being torn apart with how fucking thick he is. Mike can’t stop staring at the way he splits you open, how fucking perfect you look like this, your head leaning back against the door, your breath coming out in soft little pants.
Mike’s hands move to your hips, holding you in place while you wrap your legs around his waist, allowing him to fuck into you harder, deeper, his voice a low snarl in your ear.
“Such a tight little pussy, all for me,” he rasps, pulling out and slamming his cock back into you, making you squeal his name in ecstasy, “All. Fucking. Mine.”
“Yours,” you breathe,” burying your face in his shoulder as he continues pounding into you, the fat head of his cock rubbing against your sweet spot as his fingers play with your sensitive clit, “Fuck, Mike, oh my God-”
“Yeah, that’s right, pretty girl,” he murmurs, “Come for me, let me feel that pretty little pussy squeezing around me. All mine.”
It doesn’t take long for you to come, soaking his cock, nearly blacking out from the intensity of your orgasm, feeling him reach his own peak moments later, spilling himself deep inside you. You almost panic for a moment, but then, as he softens, you feel his thick fingers move to plug your pussy up, his thumb rubbing against your clit again, his voice a low whisper as he gazes into your eyes, pupils blown wide with lust.
“Don’t get comfortable, pretty girl. We’re nowhere near done yet.”
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