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peterparker-spid3erman · 11 months ago

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Awake (smut)

Pairings: Mike Schmidt x Reader

Fem!Reader

Warnings: Sex- 18+ only!

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Staring up at the blank ceiling your mind was going in a million directions. It had been another sleepless night- lots of tossing and turning. Somehow your boyfriend had managed to stay asleep the whole night.

The book on your nightstand was calling your name. Ripping the blankets off your body, you quietly stood up, grabbed your book and left your bedroom. You closed the door quietly behind you so you wouldn’t wake Mike up.

The small house was quiet as you walked into the kitchen, flipping on the light. The brightness made you squint as your eyes adjusted.

Placing your book on the counter, you begin to make your much needed coffee. As you wait for the coffee to start, you flip open your book and begin to read, leaning your elbows against the counter.

Reading was one of your favorite things to do. You loved being able to escape reality and go to a different world. Becoming engrossed in your fantasy world, you didn’t even notice when your boyfriend had come up behind you. He places his hand lightly on your shoulder and you jump, swatting him playfully on the arm.

Mike wraps his arms around your waist and presses his body against your back. His body was still warm from being under the covers and you melted against his touch, placing your hands on his arms that were resting against your body.

“What are you doing awake?” he asks quietly.

“Couldn’t sleep,” you reply, shrugging. “What are you doing awake?”

“Well I was having a dream about the two of us when I woke up. I was hoping that we could finish what had started in my dream,” he tells you.

“Oh yea?”

“Mhmm.”

His hand plays with hem of your shirt before slipping underneath. His fingers danced along your stomach and up towards your breasts. He gently squeezes one while two fingers begin to rub against your nipple.

An ache begins to form in your core as Mike continues to touch you. Once both nipples are standing erect, his hand moves back down your stomach and slides underneath the waistband of your pajama shorts.

His fingers move down to your core, gently moving along your folds. Your breath caught in your throat as a finger gently grazes your sensitive spot.

“You’re so wet already,” Mike mumbles to himself.

He pulls his hand away and you groan, wanting him to put it back.

“Mike please” you beg.

A soft chuckle comes from behind you before Mike pushes two fingers inside you and you let out a soft gasp. He moves them quickly in a ‘come hither’ motion as you grip the counter that's in front of you.

His fingers continue to move and the familiar knot begins to form in your stomach. You try your best for hold onto it as long as possible but with each movement you can feel yourself getting closer.

Not being able to hold on any longer, your walls clench around Mikes fingers and you let out moan.

Mike pulls his fingers away and places them on your hips. He slowly pulls your hips back towards him as you lean your elbows on the counter.

When you look behind you, you see him pull his pajama pants down, just enough to free his length. His brown eyes catch yours as he pushes your underwear and pajama shorts to the side.

One hand grips your hip while the other lines himself up with your opening. Slowly he pushes into you and you let out a small gasp as he fills you up.

He waits a moment allowing you to get used to the feeling before he places his other hand on your hip and begins to move his hips.

From this angle, his length goes deep inside of you, hitting the perfect spot with each thrust.

The small kitchen is filled with the sounds of yours and Mikes heavy breathing and the occasional soft moan.

A knot forms in your stomach as you become closer and closer to your high.

“Faster,” you plead.

Mike obliges and his thrusts become quicker. Within moments your walls clench around him just as he releases into you.

“Fuck babe,” Mike says as he slows his pace before coming to a stop.

He pulls away from you and adjusts your shorts, making somewhat presentable. Your cheeks are flushed and your breathing is still heavy as you turn around to face him, your back leaning against the counter.

Mike pulls up his pajama pants and adjusts himself, his brown eyes staring at you. His brown hair is still messy from sleeping and his cheeks are a soft pink color.

He takes a step towards you and wraps his arms around you, pulling you into a hug.

“Are you awake now?” he asks, chuckling

“So very awake,” you say, laughing.

“Maybe round 2 after Abby goes to school?” Mike asks. “We don’t have to be quiet.”

“You know I will never say no to a round 2.”

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peterparker-spid3erman · 11 months ago

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Wingman - Rooster

Pairing: Rooster x Fem!Reader

Been sitting in the drafts/Lightly edited

Written with @fanficgirl429 <3

18+ Only // Enjoy xo

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When you sign on to be a pilot for the Navy as a female, you know you’ll have to put up with egotistical men on a daily basis, however, it’s not until you have to work with them that you realize how incredibly self centered they actually are.

The canopy to my jet raised and I quickly climbed down the ladder. My wingman, Rooster, landed right behind me and he was currently maneuvering his jet into the assigned spot beside mine. Rooster was not my first choice for a wingman, he wasn’t my second or third either. It was near impossible to work with him and I was sure our superiors were getting ready to ship one of us off to Guam just to separate us from one another. Fortunately for them, we were two of the best the Navy had to offer and so for that reason alone, we were stuck together.

I glanced up from my current conversation with my flight crew just as Rooster walked by, his head down and stupid aviator sunglasses shielding his eyes. I rolled my eyes as he continued by not saying a word. Of course he wouldn't say anything, he was the reason we failed the exercise.

“That was a disaster,” I mumbled to myself.

I turned behind me just as my friend Phoenix walked by. “What was going on up there?” she asked, watching

Bradley as he disappeared into the locker room.

“I don’t know. Why don’t you go ask Bradley and report it back to me?”

Phoenix shook her head. “No thanks. I’m slightly terrified of him when he’s angry.”

I rolled my eyes. “Well, he’s an asshole.”

Phoenix glanced back at the locker room before looking over at me. She lowered her voice as she said, “I have to tell you something about Bradley and it’s probably going to make you mad.”

“Well if it has to do with Bradley, of course it’s going to make me mad.”

Phoenix sighed and began, “Well, I was at the Hard Deck the other night and ran into Anders. Apparently there is a rumor going around about you back in the Academy.”

My eyes narrowed in on her and I clenched my fist, “About what?”

“Now don't shoot the messenger, you can be scary sometimes too.”

“Phoenix!” I yelled, losing my patience.

“Apparently Bradley started a rumor that the only reason you got into Top Gun was because you…” Phoenix trailed off.

My heart began to race and I felt my cheeks grow hot. “Because I what?”

“Because you gave Admiral Rhodes a blow job.”

“What?” I shrieked and quickly began to walk towards the locker room.

When I reached the door to the men's locker room, I pulled it open and immediately locked eyes with Hangman. A towel hung off his hips, showing off his incredible abs. I tore my eyes away, feeling a blush creep up my neck.

“Where is he?” I asked.

Without hesitating, Hangman pointed towards the back, where I assumed the showers were. There was only one shower being used and I walked over and pushed the white curtain aside.

“Hey!” a very familiar voice shouted. “What the fuck?”

I took a step back, not wanting to get wet. Bradley reached out and grabbed his white towel from the hook and wrapped it around his waist. I couldn’t help but notice how well built he was. His six pack abs were on full display and I hated how much I wanted to run my fingers along them.

“What do you want Y/N?”

My eyes snapped away from his body and I stared into his brown eyes. “I heard a rumor about me. One that you might happen to know about.”

Bradley narrowed his eyes and nodded. “Yea, I might happen to know what you’re referring to.”

“Are you insane? What did I do to you besides tolerate you every damn day for the last four years!”

Bradley shrugged. “I’ve been a delight! You have done nothing but drive me insane.”

“You didn't know, the only reason I’m here is to drive you crazy!”

Bradley laughed. “Nope. The only reason you’re here is because you gave Admiral Rhodes a blow job.”

My jaw dropped and I couldn't help but growl at him. “That never happened! I hate you so much.”

“Don’t worry sweetheart, the feeling is mutual.”

I took a step forward and shoved him hard causing him to stumble back into the shower, but before I could react his hand grabbed my wrist, pulling me under the hot stream of water. To my amusement my hands were pressed against his chest, and before I could register what I was doing my nails ran down his toned abs to the top of his towel. The moment was over when I pulled my hands away and brushed them through my now wet hair.

“Do you have any idea how attractive you are when you’re mad at me?” he said, his voice low.

His words caught me off guard. “Wait, what?”

The hot water was still running over my body and I was becoming increasingly aware of just how see through my white t-shirt was when I noticed Bradley’s eyes looking down at my chest.

“I know I shouldn't be this turned on right now, but I am.”

I rolled my eyes and pushed a piece of wet hair behind my ear. “You’re such a prick.”

Bradley ran his tongue along his lower lip and smiled. A moment later his lips came crashing into mine. The urge to push him off of me came and went as my hands snaked around his neck and I began twirling my fingers through his hair.

His lips moved quickly as he placed his hands on my hips, pulling me closer to him. My body was pressed against his and I could feel his erection against my stomach. My core slightly throbbed, begging to be touched by him.

Bradley’s fingers toyed with the bottom of my wet t-shirt before he slipped them under and pulled the shirt over my head, barely breaking the kiss. My shirt dropped to the floor and I quickly pushed it away with my foot. By now the rest of the guys would have left, but I pulled the shower curtain shut just in case.

His lips brushed softly against my neck before pressing against my ear and whispered, “Does that mean you want me to keep going?”

My fingers toyed with the top of Bradley’s towel as I gave him a slight nod. His hands gripped my waist and he swiftly spun us around so that my back was pressed against the wall. Bradley hurriedly unbuttoned my wet jean shorts and pushed them down my waist before dropping them to the floor. He quickly turned off the water as it began to get cold, but not before our lips were once again intertwined. In the mess of clothes coming off, I hadn’t even noticed his towel dropped to the floor, proving to me that the rumors about how endowed Bradley Bradshaw was, were indeed true.

“Well, well. I guess I won’t ever be able to spread anymore rumors about how small Rooster is.”

He pulled back, slightly offended. “Wait, what have you been telling people?”

I let out a small laugh. “What’s done is done, YOU told people I gave an admiral a blow job.”

“And if you’re any good at it, I'll be sure to pass that on and your spot in Top Gun will have been well deserved.”

I gave him a small smack on his arm before reaching over and placing my hand against his chest. My eyes locked with his as I slowly began to run my fingers down his chest and towards his stomach. My polished nails left faint red lines on his skin and Bradley looked all too amused as he watched me drop down to my knees.

Bradley sucked in his breath as my hand wrapped around him. I slowly moved my hand along his length, which by Bradley’s reaction of pressing his hand to the wall to steady himself, was a good move. I gently grazed my tongue over his tip and his free hand instinctively moved to my long brown hair, giving it a slight tug. I smiled as his hips jerked forward, pushing his length further into my mouth. I didn’t miss a beat as I continued with my lips wrapped around him, causing him to let out a deep moan and pull tighter on my hair.

“Y/N,” Bradley breathed, “you need to stop…now.”

I let out a small chuckle before standing up and Bradley immediately pulled me against him. He placed his lips against mine, kissing me quickly. One hand wrapped around my waist, while the other moved up my stomach and towards my chest. His fingers played with my nipple, causing it to stand erect. With each touch, my core throbbed from being ignored by him. I rubbed my thighs together, trying to ease the tension but Bradley noticed. His hand moved from my chest, along my stomach, and towards my core.

His calloused fingers ran along my center, coming to a stop at my sensitive spot. Two fingers rubbed against it and I let out a moan. Bradley’s lips continued to move against mine and he slipped two fingers inside me. He moved them against me and I could feel my high quickly approaching with each movement.

“I’m close,” I told him.

His fingers continued to move and it didn’t take long before my walls were clenching around him. My legs became weak and Bradley placed his hands on my hips, helping me steady myself. It had been a while since I had an orgasm that intense.

Once I was able to stand on my own, I reached down and placed my hand on his erection. He took a step closer to me.

“Are you sure you still want to do this?” he asked.

“If you ask me one more time, I’m going to walk out of here,” I told him.

“You’re making it really hard to hate you right now,” Bradley said, while placing a hand on the back of my thigh.

My leg wrapped around his waist, and without hesitation Bradley pushed his length inside of me, my walls stretching around him. A gasp escaped my lips and Bradley smiled.

“You’re so tight.”

He gave me a moment to get used to the size before he began to move his hips against mine.

Each thrust pushed me closer to my second climax of the day. I let out a loud gasp as his length hit the perfect spot.

Bradley smirked as I continued to melt against his touch.

“I’m so close,” I whispered.

He reached down and pressed two fingers against my sensitive spot, rubbing it casually.

Within moments my walls clenched around him and my legs became weak. The humidity from the shower made our bodies sticky and sweaty, which only helped my arousal. Bradley continued thrusting and seconds later he released inside of me, a moan escaping his lips.

The two of us stood there for a moment, catching our breaths. Bradley stared at me and I smiled shyly, fully realizing that we were both completely naked. I reached for the towel he had hung on the side of the shower and wrapped it around my waist.

“That was mine.”

I stepped out of the shower, reaching down and picking up my soaked t-shirt and shorts that had lazily been pushed aside. “These are the only clothes I have with me. How am I supposed to get home?”

He walked over to his duffle bag that was sitting on the bathroom bench and pulled out a gray t-shirt. “Here you go. I can get it back from you tomorrow, after training.”

“That would imply I am inviting you over to get it, and I haven’t.”

“Oh,” Bradley said with a wink. “You will invite me over.” And once again there was that attitude I knew and hated.

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peterparker-spid3erman · 1 year ago

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Don’t Change (Mike Schmidt smut)

Pairing: Mike Schmidt x fem!reader

Warnings: sex (18+ only)

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Mike's fingers laced with yours as the two of you followed his sister up the walkway to his front door.

“Did you have a fun birthday today?” you ask Abby as Mike unlocks the door.

“Yes,” Abby squeals, wrapping her arms around you and squeezing hard.

She lets out a yawn which Mike notices and tells her to get ready for bed.

“I’m going to change too,” you tell him as you follow him down the dimly lit hallway.

You had been wearing a sundress for the majority of the day and now you were ready to throw on a pair of sweats and a loose fitting t shirt.

He glances back at you and shakes his head no. His dark eyes go up and down your body as he lets out a small smirk. Clearly he has a certain thing on his mind.

Mike follows Abby into her room while you go across the hall into Mikes room. The queen sized bed is unkempt and blankets are thrown across the bed. Mike never made his bed.

The second your head hits the pillow you close your eyes, resting for a brief moment. Although it was a fun day celebrating Abby’s birthday, you were exhausted. The three of you had been on the move since this morning and now it was already after dinner. You knew that you would sleep good tonight.

“Good night Abby,” you hear Mike say.

The door to Abby’s room closes and a moment later Mike enters his room, closing the door behind him. You hear the lock turn and watch as your boyfriend walks to the end of the bed before climbing on top of you.

His body lightly presses against yours as he uses his elbows to prop himself up, making sure not to squish you.

He leans down and presses his lips against yours, kissing you quickly. Your lips move with his and he gently bites down on your lower lip. When you slightly part your lips, his tongue enters your mouth and tangles with yours. Mike lets out a soft hum as his body melts against yours.

His hand moves to the thin strap of your sundress and pushes the right one down your shoulder before doing the same to the left one. With the straps pushed down, the fabric of the dress easily moves down from your chest, revealing your black bra.

Mike hand moves along your bare skin towards your back, allowing him to unhook your bra. He expertly unhooks it and tosses it to the floor.

“That’s better,” he states, as his fingers begin to play with your nipple.

Once both are standing erect, he pushes your dress up, revealing your stomach and lacy underwear.

He scoots up to his knees and places gentle kisses along your stomach and down towards your core. His fingers hook into your underwear and he pulls them off of you.

You watch as he stands up and motions for you to scoot to the edge of the bed. You smile as you know exactly where this is leading.

When your legs are dangling off the bed, he kneels down and places soft kisses against the inside of your thighs. Your hands clench against the bed sheets as you wait for him to move towards your desired spot.

His lips move closer to your core and you let out a moan as his tongue slowly moves along your slit. When he reaches your sensitive spot, his tongue swirls around it and your thighs tighten against him.

“Mike…,” you moan.

You feel him smile as he continues to suck against your sensitive spot. He loved knowing that he could make you feel this way.

A knot forms in your stomach as your walls clench together. Your grip tightens on the bed sheets as an incredible feeling takes over your body.

Mike stands up and you see his erection pressing against his sweatpants. He reaches down and pulls them off, along with his boxers, revealing his length. It slaps against his stomach as he crawls onto the bed next to you.

Sitting up, you move so that you are next to him and he motions for you to sit on him.

You move your body so that you are facing your boyfriend, straddling him. His erecting is pressing against your core, with nothing blocking its way. Yow slowly begin to roll yours hips and Mike places his hands on your waist.

He reaches under your dress and his finger brushes against your sensitive spot before he grabs his length. He runs it along your slick folds before gently pushing it into you. Slowly yiu lower your body down, taking him in. From this angle, you can feel everything.

His hands return to your waist and he helps you keep a steady rhythm as you move up and down.

The room is silent except for the occasional soft moans that emerge from you and Mike.

Each thrust hits deeper than you’ve ever felt and it doesn’t take long before you feel your high quickly approaching.

“I’m close,” you breathe, staring down at Mike.

His grip becomes tighter and he helps you move quicker against him.

Your walls clench around him at the same time that he releases into you.

A loud moan fills the room and both of your eyes go wide before you let out a small chuckle.

“Don’t ever say I was too loud again,” you tease Mike and his cheeks turn a slight shade of red.

“You need to be on top more often,” Mike comments as you climb off of him and lay down next to him.

“We’ll if you're up for it, we can do round two in a few,” you say.

“I’m always up for it babe,” Mike tells you

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peterparker-spid3erman · 1 year ago

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After Work (Mike Schmidt smut)

Warnings: Sex (18+ only)

Pairing: Fem!reader x Mike Schmidt

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It had been a long day at work and you couldn’t wait to go see your boyfriend. You wanted nothing more than to just lay on the couch and watch tv.

When you open the front door to his house, the tv is on and his younger sister, Abby, is laying on her stomach in front of it, drawing a picture.

“Hey Abs,” you say, walking over to her and she smiles at you.

You glance down at her drawing and see the three of you- you, Mike, and her.

“It looks good,” you tell her, before walking towards the kitchen.

Mike is currently standing at the stove, staring at the pot in front of him.

Without saying a word, you walk over to him and wrap your arms around his waist.

“Hey babe,” you say.

“Hi,” he says quietly.

“Everything ok?”

“Mhmm. It’s better now that you’re here,” he tells you as he turns around, pulling you into a tight hug. He gives you a quick kiss before he turns back around to the stove.

The next two hours pass quickly. The three of you enjoy spaghetti and meatballs and Abby tells you about her day at school. Mike is quiet, adding to the conversation here and there, but it’s mostly you and Abby talking.

After dinner, Abby gets ready for bed, while you take a quick shower. The warm water feels good on your skin and you stay in the shower longer than you typically would.

Mike has a pile of clean laundry sitting on the floor of his room and you grab one of his t-shirts and throw it on along with a pair of your shorts.

Walking back into the living room, you see Mike sprawled out on the couch and you walk over and gently lay on top of him. His arms wrap around you and the two of you lay quietly, watching the tv.

As the show continues, somehow you and Mike end up spooning on the couch. Your back is pressed against his stomach as he lazily makes small circles against your hip with his finger. He probably doesn’t even notice that he’s doing it, but your body is screaming for more.

You reach your hand out and place it on top of his. His thumb stops moving and he waits to see what you are going to do.

Without saying anything, you slowly move his hand towards your stomach, coming to a stop just below your belly button. His pinky plays with the waistband of your shorts and he seemingly understands what you want him to do.

His hand dips below your waist and grazes over your underwear and down towards your core. You move your leg that is laying on top, allowing him better access. Pushing aside the material, he runs his finger along your core, feeling the wetness that has already formed.

You let out a soft moan as he begins to rub two fingers against your sensitive spot.

“Fuck,” you moan as his fingers work their magic.

Mike pushes one finger in, teasing you. He lets out a chuckle as you turn your head to glance back at him.

“Tell me what you want,” he whispers as he slowly moves his finger in and out.

“I want you to fuck me,” you tell him, honestly.

He sucks in his breath at your response and pulls his hand out of your shorts.

“Get on your back,” he orders you.

You do as he says and lay on your back. Your body is begging to be touched and it takes everything in you to not pull him down to you.

Mike is still laying on his side, his dark eyes staring down at you. A bulge has formed in his sweatpants and you reach over and press your hands against it.

“Damn babe,” you mutter, surprised at how hard he already was.

He sucks in a breath as you gently squeeze him. Mike pushes his hips forward and you move your hand to the waistband and pull down the material, freeing his length.

Your eyes lock with his and your hand slowly begins to move up and down his length. His eyes close and he leans his head back as you continue to stroke him.

Your hand moves slowly and you can tell it’s driving him crazy. He lets out a soft moan and places his hand on top of his, stopping your hand from moving.

Within moments, he’s laying on top of you, his lips moving roughly against yours. The kiss is full of need and want. You can feel his erection pressing against your core as he moves his hips against yours.

“Mike…” you whine.

Mike reaches down and slides your shorts off and you kick them to the end of the couch.

Mike lines his length up with your core and pushes the material of your underwear aside before he pushes into you.

A loud moan escapes your lips and Mike's eyes go wide, glancing down the hallway.

“Quiet!” he whisper yells.

You nod as Mike begins to move his hips against yours. His hands grip the armrest of the couch as he thrusts against you. A slight creak from the couch happens every few seconds and you worry that it might break.

Each thrust is sending you closer and closer to the edge.

Faster.

Quicker.

That familiar knot forms in your stomach and you hold it in until the last possible moment.

Your walls clench around Mike and he places his hand on top of your mouth, quieting the moan that you just let out.

With two more thrusts, he releases into you, a few curse words leaving his mouth.

His body melts against yours as the two of you take a moment to catch your breath. He presses his forehead against yours and gives you a quick kiss.

“You know I think I might need to take another shower?” you say. “Do you want to join me?”

Mike lets out a smirk. “Are you really asking me if I want to join?”

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peterparker-spid3erman · 1 year ago

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BFF Mike has feelings for you (fluff)

Prompt: During a family get together, your best friend Mike reveals that he has feelings for you

Pairing: Mike Schmidt x Reader

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The front door slammed shut behind Abby, who was outside playing with a few kids from the neighborhood. Your best friend was standing in the doorway of the living room, leaning against the door frame.

“Do you want to come tonight?” you ask him.

He walks over to where you're standing and wraps his arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug.

“Do I want to come where?”

“To my grandparents for dinner. It’s Sunday.”

Every Sunday, you had dinner with your extended family. Your dad’s side of the family was large and everyone was close. Mike and Abby used to come most Sunday’s but once Mike had gotten a job as a security officer at the mall, he had to work most Sunday’s. Every now and then Abby would join you but it had been a while since either of them had come.

You enjoyed it when they both came and Mike liked to see Abby having fun with kids her own age. Abby went to school with a few of your younger cousins and she enjoyed playing with them.

“Yea, we can come,” Mike answers.

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The large house was filled with your family as you, Mike, and Abby walk inside. Instantly your younger cousins spot Abby and pull her away to go play with them in the basement. Mike laces his fingers with yours as you guide him to the kitchen where you mom, grandmother, and aunt are gathered.

They all greet you and Mike and you don’t miss the glance of your mothers eyes as she looks down at yours and Mike’s hands still laced together.

Mike and you had been best friends since elementary school and she always said that one day you and Mike would get married. You were constantly telling her no that would never happen but over the years, your feelings for Mike had changed. When you once had seen him as your best friend, you now had fallen in love with him. You weren’t sure when your feelings had changed but they had never disappeared. The two of you were always touching each other but it had always been platonic.

“Come on,” you say and lead Mike into the living room, where the majority of your family is.

The two of you are greeted by everyone and it seems as if a few people are more excited to see Mike than they are to see you. Your family had always loved Mike and were always telling you to bring him with you when you visited.

After dinner was done, you and Mike went your separate ways for a bit. He went into the living room to watch football while you helped clear the table and wash the dishes.

“So when are you and Mike going to make it official?” your cousin, Lacy, asks you.

You let out a laugh at her question. “Um never.”

Lacy shakes her head, disappointed by your answer. “It’s going to happen.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Did you not see the way he was looking at you all through dinner? Damn, if I had someone that looked at me like that, I would never let him go!”

“He did not look at me the whole time,” you counter.

“He did! Whenever you were talking, he was looking across the table at you and whenever you laughed, his eyes lit up. That boy is completely in love with you.”

You look across the room at your best friend, who is currently mesmerized by the large tv screen. He must feel you looking because his brown eyes meet yours and gives you a soft smile.

Lacy notices the interaction and whispers, “I told you,” before turning back to load the dishwasher.

When the table is all cleared, you stay in the kitchen talking to your mom, grandmother, Lacy, and a few aunts. Occasionally you glance over at Mike to make sure he is doing is ok. Abby has been in the basement with your cousins and you know that she is not going to want to leave. Hopefully the two of them can come over most Sundays. It was a good way to get the two of them (especially Mike) out of their house.

Two strong hands grip your shoulders and turn around to see Mike standing behind you.

“Hey,” you greet him.

“Hi,” he says, smiling. “Just wanted to check in with you and see how you’re doing.”

He squeezes your shoulders while he talks to your aunts.

When the conversation grows quiet, you stand up from the table. “Want to go outside?” you ask him quietly.

You loved hanging out with your family but after a while, you needed a few minutes to yourself.

“Yea.”

Mike follows you out the front door and onto the large wrap around porch. You place your hands on the railing and look out across the large yard. A short distance away is a small pond with a dock. During the summer, the pond was home to a family of ducks and you have memories of sitting at the water's edge watching the ducklings swim across the pond.

Mike stands next to you, his fingers grazing yours. “My family keeps telling me how glad they are that you and Abby came,” you tell him.

Mike smiles. “I’m glad we came too.”

Its silent for a few moments and a cool breeze blows, causing goosebumps to scatter across your skin. You let out a small shiver and Mike instantly notices. He pulls off his black hoodie and hands it to you without saying a word. You pull the sweatshirt on and Mike takes a step towards you. He moves behind you and pulls you against him, his arms wrapping around your stomach.

His body heat makes you instantly warm and you lean your back against him, relaxing your body.

“So I was talking to Lacy,” he begins.

“Oh god. What did she have to say?”

If it was anything like the conversation you had with your, youre not sure you want to hear what he has to say.

“She kept asking," So when are you and Y/N going to be official?” he tells you.

You let out a laugh and bury your face in your hands. “I had a very similar conversation with her.”

Mike laughs. “Did you?”

“Yes! She was like ‘Mike’s into you. He couldn’t take his eyes of you during dinner, blah blah blah.’”

Mike sighs. “Well she's not wrong,” he says, quietly.

You're surprised by Mike’s comment. You turn around and look at him. He doesn’t loosen his grip around your waist as his brown eyes bore into yours.

“What are you saying?” you ask him.

Mike moves his hand up to your cheek and gently pushes a few strands of hair behind your ear. A slight blush reddens your cheek from his gesture.

“I’m 100% into you,” he says.

“W-what?”

“I’m into you,” he says, slowly.

Instead of saying anything in return, you stand on your tiptoes and press your lips against his. He tastes like the beer that he had drunk earlier as his lips move against yours.

After a few moments, Mike pulls away but presses his forehead against yours.

“What if we keep this between us for a few days?” he says.

You think about his offer for a minute. “Just a few days,” you respond before pressing your lips back to his.

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peterparker-spid3erman · 1 year ago

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Being there for Mike

Prompt: Your boyfriend, Mike receives a notice that his Aunt Jane wants custody of Abby. You're there to comfort and support him.

Pairing: Mike Schmidt x Reader

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The slam of your front door pulls you from your sleep and you slowly open your eyes to see your boyfriend staring down at you. He’s wearing his favorite dark jeans, a gray shirt, and his signature black jacket. His short hair has a slight curl in it and stubble is covering his face. To say he looked attractive was an understatement.

“Hey,” he says, shrugging off his jacket and hanging it on the hooks next to the front door.

“Hi babe.”

He walks over to the couch, where you're currently laying and gently taps your foot. You lift your feet up, making room for him on the couch. He sits down and then pulls your legs on top of his, giving them a gentle squeeze. Mike was not an affectant person by any means but there were little gestures that he would do that would make your heart skip a beat.

It was then that you noticed how defeated and tired he looked. It looked as if he hadn’t slept at all last night.

“Are you ok?’ you ask, concern in your voice.

Mike raises his hips from the couch and pulls out a large rolled up envelope from his back pocket. Without saying a word, he reaches across the couch and hands it to you. You give him a questioning look but he doesn’t say a word. Whatever is in here, has caused him major concern.

The envelope is filled with yellow paper, creating a small booklet. The very first page says everything you need to know.

“What the fuck?” you say, outraged. “What makes her think that she can get custody of Abby?” You skim through all of the paper but there is a lot of information. Hopefully he was able to make more sense of it.

Mike lets out a sigh as you hand him back the paper and envelope. “She only wants Abby for money from the state.”

You move across the couch and sit down next to your boyfriend. He wraps his arm around your shoulder and you lean against his chest, wrapping your arm around his waist.

He instantly relaxes and his breathing becomes more steady. When it came to his younger sister, Abby, he would easily get worked up. He wanted nothing but the best for her.

“Whatever you need me to do, I will,” you reassure him.

“Come with me to the meeting tomorrow,” he says.

You nod and hug him tighter.

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Mike's Aunt Jane has it out for him. She is carrying on about how Mike is unfit to care for Abby and how she will do a better job. She even goes a far as saying that he is nodding out at the meeting.

He barely slept at all last night. You could feel him tossing and turning most of the night before getting out of bed around 5am. As you laid in bed this morning, you could hear him pacing back and forth in the living room.

His leg moves up and down while he sits and listens to her talk. You reach over to grab his hand, lacing your fingers with his. He squeezes your hand as Abby’s guidance counselor glances over at the two of you. She gives you a small smile before returning her eyes to Jane.

When Jane is finally finished rambling, the guidance counselor concludes the meeting, telling Jane that she will be in touch.

You and Mike thank the counselor for the meeting and you stand up and follow him out of the door into the front office. You make to turn left towards the school's front door but Mike turns right and begins to walk down the school's hallway. He stops for a moment and waits for you to catch up. His fingers lace with yours as he comes to a stop outside a classroom. He peaks through the window before opening the door, revealing an empty classroom.

“This is Abby’s classroom,” he tells you, walking over the window.

The large window overlooks the playground and you see Abby sitting at the picnic table drawing while the other kids are playing all around her.

“She never plays with the other kids,” Mike comments with a sadness in his voice.

You shrug. “She seems to be doing ok,” you reassure him. “If she wanted to play with the others she would. She’s told me about some friends she has here.”

The door to the classroom opens and Abby’s guidance counselor walks in. She smiles as she walks over to the two of you.

“I was wondering if I would find you here,” she says.

She follows your gaze out the window and looks at Abby.

“You’re doing a good job, you know?” she tells Mike.

“Thanks,” Mike says, running his fingers through his hair.

“How are you doing Mike?” she asks.

Mike shrugs. “I’m ok,” he tells her.

“We’re going to do whatever we can to make sure that Abby stays with you, you know that right? Have you found a job yet?”

“Not yet. But I’m working on it.”

“That’s step number one.”

The counselor squeezes Mike's shoulder before turning to leave the room.

“Ready to go?” you ask him and he nods.

He leads you out the door and down the hallway towards the front of the school.

~~~

Mike closes the door to Abby’s room and walks into the living room. His gray sweatpants hang loose off his hips and his black t shirt shows off his frame. A blush forms on your cheeks and you turn away not wanting Mike to see.

Although the two of you had been dating for almost two years now, Mike still made you blush. What had started out as a stupid crush years earlier, had turned into the best thing that had ever happened to you. You loved Mike and couldn’t imagine your life without him.

Mike notices how your cheeks turned a slight shade of red but didn’t say anything. He didn’t want to call you out and embarrass you. Instead he walks over to where you are sitting on the couch and stands in front of you. He reaches his hand out and you place your hand in his. He gently pulls you up and wraps his around your waist, giving you a tight hug. You pull him against you, not wanting him to let go anytime soon. Hugs from Mike were your favorite thing.

“Thanks for coming with me today,” he says.

“Of course. You know I’m always here for you and Abby.”

“I guess I need to start looking for a job.”

You nod. “Yea. And maybe try not to get fired,” you tease him.

He shakes his head but a smile crosses his lips. He has a hard time getting mad at you. You might pick on him but it was always in good fun- every now and then he would tease you as well.

“I hate you,” he teases.

You let out a loud laugh and then instantly cover your mouth, forgetting that Abby was asleep. “You actually love me,” you say, looking up at him.

“I might,” he says, laughing.

He leans down and presses his lips against yours, kissing you slowly.

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peterparker-spid3erman · 1 year ago

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Mike has a feelings for you (fluff)

Prompt: While babysitting Abby she tells you that Mike has a crush on you

Pairing: Reader x Mike Schmidt

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“I can’t believe I have to fucking work today,” Mike says, pulling his gray security shirt on. “I told them I can only work during the week!”

Your best friend scrambles around the living room, looking for his phone, keys, and wallet- all of which are in various places. You are currently sitting on the couch, watching all of this unfold. He was always leaving his items in various places. How many times had you told him to leave them in the same spot?

He finds his keys and phone and shoves them into the back pocket of his jeans.

“Where is my wallet?” he says, running his fingers through his already messy brown hair.

“Did you check your room?” you ask.

He quickly leaves the room and returns moments later with his wallet in his hand.

Mike let’s out a sigh and looks over at you. “Are you sure you’re ok watching her? I can always call Max.”

“I don’t mind watching her at all,” you tell him.

“You have no idea how amazing you are,” Mike tells you, smiling.

You laugh as Mike takes a step back and towards the front door.

“Thank you so much for watching her,” Mike calls. “I owe you!”

“Hey Abs,” you say, sitting down on the edge of her bed. “What are you drawing?”

Abby smiles and passes you the sheet of paper. There is a white house with a large tree and three people standing out front. A man, a woman, and a child.

“You have to tell me who everyone is,” you say, pointing to the three people.

Abby stands up and comes to sit besides you on the bed. Her small hand points to the man on the page, “That’s Mike,” she moves her hand to the woman, “you,” and points to the child, “and that’s me.”

You weren’t shocked that you were drawn- Abby tended to draw the three of you alot. Mike and you had been best friends since middle school and you loved Abby like she was your little sister. Most of her drawings were things the three of you had done together or what she wanted to do with the two of you.

“And who’s house is this?” you question.

“Oh, that sounds fun,” you reply.

“Yea! Because you and Mike are going to get married!”

Abby’s comment throws you off. Not once has she ever asked about your and her brother's relationship.

“What makes you think we’re getting married?”

“Because Mike has a crush on you,” Abby says, shrugging.

You laugh. “No he doesn’t.”

Abby nods her head. “Yes he does. He says your name a lot in his sleep.”

Abby’s silent for a moment then answers quietly. “You make him smile and laugh and he’s always happy when you’re around. He’s not like that around anyone else.”

Her answer surprises you but kids are very perceptive. Instead of pressing any further, you tell Abby to start to get ready for bed.

“Do you have a crush on Mike?” Abby askes as you tuck her in to her bed.

“Oh…um…yea, I do,” you tell her.

Little does Abby know but you are in love with her brother.

Abby smiles and nods and you turn the light off, closing the door behind you as you walk back to the living room.

—-

Abby falls asleep quickly and you sit in the living room watching tv. Your mind keeps going back to conversation with Abby. Does Mike really have a crush on you?

Abby doesn't know it (well maybe she figured it out) but you’ve had feelings for Mike for a long time. You loved your relationship with Mike and didn’t want to jeopardize it so you never made any indication or moves towards him. You had hoped that maybe he would be the first one to make a move but he never did.

All of the sudden it hits you, how tired you are. You stand up from the couch and stretch and slowly walk back towards Mikes room. This isn’t the first time you had slept over. Many times after Abby had gone to sleep, you and Mike would stay up together, hanging out. At first Mike insisted that you sleep at his house but now he didn’t even have to say anything- you would just crash on his bed, next to him.

It doesn’t take long for you to fall asleep and a few hours later, the bed dips slightly as Mike lays down next to you- waking you but only for a brief moment.

—-

The sun peeks through the curtains in Mikes room and the smell of bacon and pancakes wake you up from your sleep.

The spot on the bed next to you is disheveled -the only evidence that Mike has slept there.

As you lay in bed for another minute, you hear voices drifting down the hallway. You can’t make out what they are saying but you can tell it’s Mike and Abby.

Standing up, you walk into the hallway but hang back for a moment- waiting to see what they are talking about.

“Did you know that Y/N had a crush on you?” Abby tells Mike.

“How do you know?” you hear him ask.

“She told me,” Abby states matter of factly.

It’s then that you decide to walk into the small kitchen.

“Morning,” you say, walking over to the coffee maker.

“Morning,” Abby and Mike say at the same time.

Mike's hair is sticking up in various directions and he looks like he just woke up. His dark t-shirt hugs his frame and you know he’s wearing his favorite pair of flannel pajama pants.

Mike watches as you pour yourself a glass of coffee but don’t turn around to face him.

“So,” he begins. “Abby told me something interesting…”

“And what was that?” you question, although you already know the answer.

“She said that you have a crush on me.”

“Oh. Why would she say that?”

“She said that you told her you did.”

You turn around to face your best friend, your eyes locking with his. His cheeks are slightly pink and it makes you feel better that this conversation might be slightly embarrassing for him as well.

“I-uh-,” you stammer.

Mike stands up and walks over to you and your back presses against the counter. He slowly moves his hands to your waist, waiting to see how you’ll react. When you don’t move away, he grips your waist, his brown eyes locking with yours.

“What if I told you that I had a crush on you?” he says.

A soft smile crosses your lips and Mike reaches up and places his hand against your cheek, his thumb moving in small circles.

You move your arms up and snake them around his neck, waiting for him to make the next move. His body is pressed against yours and you can feel his heart pounding against his chest.

Within moments, he leans down and brushes his lips against yours before pulling away.

“Why did you stop?,” you tease him.

He smiles as his presses his lips against yours and they move together, almost as if the two of you had done this before.

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peterparker-spid3erman · 1 year ago

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Mike Schmidt Smut

Prompt: Your boyfriend, Mike, returns home from job searching and its just pure smut

Fem!reader x Mike Schmidt

Edited by: @callsign-fox

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The door closed abruptly as your boyfriend let himself through the front door. You exchange small smiles as he leans his tall frame against the wall and crosses his arm, looking over at you.

“Hey babe. How did it go? Did you find a job?” you ask, placing your book you were reading on the coffee table.

Mike nods as he starts to untie his tie. “Yea…”

Hesitation is evident in his voice. It’s clear there is something he doesn't want to share, which is normal. Your boyfriend was a secretive person but with some prying, he would eventually tell you what was nagging at him.

“What is it?” you ask, leaning forward, your eyes locked with his.

Mike sighs before glancing down the hallway, checking to see that his little sister wasn't in earshot.

“It’s overnight. I don’t know what I’m going to do about Abby.”

He runs his fingers through his dark hair, frustration written all over his face.

“You’ll figure something out,” you tell him. “You always do.”

You slowly stand up and walk over to where Mike is and wrap your arms around his waist. Mike gently pulls you tight against him, his strong arms wrapped around your torso.

You turn your head to look up at him and your eyes meet his dark ones. Slowly he lowers his head down and presses his lips against yours.

The kiss is slow to start but soon he begins to move his lips quicker against yours. He playfully tugs on your bottom lip and you part your mouth slightly, as his tongue tangles with yours.

His hands move to the back of your thighs and he easily picks you up, walking towards the kitchen.

“Abby is asleep, right?” he asks between kisses.

You smile and nod, as he continues toward the kitchen.

The room is small and there are items littered along the counter, but Mike uses his hand to push a few items aside and places you down on the nearest surface.

Mike’s warm hands brush over your thigh as he forces himself between your legs, spreading them wide for him. You instinctively wrap them around his waist and you can feel his erection pressing against your core. He presses his lips to yours as he quickly unbuttons your jeans. His fingers graze over your hips before slowly sliding beneath your underwear.

He lets out a soft moan as he feels the slickness between your legs. His lips brush over your ear and your heart begins to race.

“Damn babe,” he says as he runs his fingers along your core.

His thumb rubs circles over your sensitive spot and you push your hips forward, causing Mike to let out a soft laugh. Leaning forward, you wrap your arms around your boyfriend's neck and place your lips back against him, kissing him quickly.

As his lips move against yours, he slips two fingers inside of you, causing you to let out a soft moan. His fingers move quickly against you, hitting the perfect spot each time.

As your high approaches, your legs clench around Mike's hips and he instinctively moves his fingers quicker, your walls clenching around him.

A loud moan escapes your lips and Mike places his hand on top of mouth, gesturing towards the hallway.

The two of you are silent for a moment listening for any movement from Abby’s room. When you don’t hear any noise, you lean forward and press your hand against his erection, evident through his black jeans.

Mike let’s put a soft moan. “Stop teasing,” he groans.

A mischievous smile forms on your lips and you reach up, fiddling with the button on his jeans. You take your time unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans and you can tell that Mike is growing impatient.

When his jeans are undone, you tug them down his waist along with his black boxer briefs.

Reaching down, you wrap your hand around his length and slowly begin to run your fingers along it.

Mike places his hand on top of yours and uses his legs to push your further apart.

“I need you now,” he tells you, dark eyes staring down at you.

Mike watches as you wiggle out of your jeans and pull them down your legs along with your underwear. You are so ready for him as you help guide his length to your core. He slowly pushes in, moaning at your tightness around his length. You let out a gasp as he fills you up before pulling back.

Mike's hands grip your waist as he pushes back in and begins to move his hips against yours- finding a steady rhythm.

Your hands move along his back, digging into his t-shirt. You wouldn’t be surprised if there were scratch marks being left in their wake.

The house is silent as Mike continues to move against you.

With each thrust, you feel your climax coming closer and closer. Reaching down you grab Mike's hand and guide it towards your center. His thumb rubs against your sensitive spot and moments later you come undone- a loud moan filling the room.

With two more thirsts Mike reaches his high, releasing into you.

He leans down and places his head against your shoulder, his warm breath tickling your neck.

Once his breathing is steady, he takes a step back from you and pulls up his boxers and pants.

He takes a step towards you and holds his hands out and you place your hands in his. Mike helps you down from the counter and watches as you put your leggings back on.

“What do you say we have round two in the shower?” Mike says, his brown eyes staring at you.

You pretend to think about it for a moment.

“Are we going to sleep at all tonight?” you reply, laughing.

Mike shrugs. “Probably not.”

~~~

*save for another story*

You: How’s work going?

Mike: Bored. Just staring at security cameras :-(

It had been a few days since you had seen Mike and from what he had said, it was only him at his job.

Grabbing your phone from the bed, you walk out of your bedroom, grab your keys, and quickly walk to your car.

The ride to Mike’s job was only a ten minute drive and before you knew it, you had arrived.

Mike’s car was the only on one the lot and as you got of your car, you stared at the run down building. You had visited this place as a child and had a lot of good memories here. When it had closed, you hade been devasted and thought that you would never get to go inside again- but here you were.

The front door was locked- as you had suspected that it would be. You knocked a few times against the glass and waited to see if Mike would hear.

Looking inside, you could see a figure walking towards you. MIke appeared at the door, a huge smile spread across his face.

“Babe, what are you doing here?” he asked.

“Well we haven’t seen each other in a few days and I thought I would come visit!”

Mike wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into a tight hug.

“I’m glad you're here,” he says, linking his fingers with yours.

You follow him into the large room and he locks the door behind you.

“Wow,” you exclaim, “It looks exactly the same.”

“Did you use to come here as a kid?” Mike asks.

You nod. “All the time.”

Mike watches as you walk around the room, looking at all of the old games. You run your fingers over the old pinball machines and leave a streak in the glass.

“So where’s your office?” you ask him.

“I thought you would never ask,” Mike says, laughing.

He waits for you to walk over to him and takes your hand in his, leading you down the long hallway before coming to a stop in front of a closed door.

He gestures for you to open it and you oblige. The room is large and filled with odds and ends. On the left is multiple camera screens showing the different places in the venue- the parking lot, the game room, the kitchen, and the hallway.

“So you just sit and watch the cameras all night?” you ask, sitting down in his chair.

“Yup,” Mike answers, coming to stand behind you. He rests his hands on your shoulders, squeezing gently.

Just this small gesture, makes your heart skip a beat. Even though you and Mike had been dating for two years, he still gave you butterflies.

Mike grabs a chair from the back of the room and places it next to you, sitting down. He innocently places his hand on your thigh as his thumb begins to make small circles over your dress.

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peterparker-spid3erman · 1 year ago

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Returning Home (part 2)

*can also be read as a standalone*

Part 1

Plot: Y/N and Bradley are driving back to Fightertown when things begin to get steamy in the car

Warnings: Smut (18+ only)

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“We have to break up,” Y/N said quietly.

Her boyfriend, Jack, stared at her from across the room. He didn’t say anything but he didn’t have to. Getting broken up with was never easy and Y/N hated that she was hurting him.

“I’m going back to Fightertown,” she explained.

Jack nodded. “Did you see Bradley?”

“Jack…”

“Are you getting back together with him?”

There was no point in lying to Jack. He would find out sooner or later that Y/N and Bradley had gotten back together.

“Um maybe.” It wasn’t the truth but it wasn’t quite a lie either.

Jack nodded again and grabbed his coat from off the kitchen chair. He looked over one last time at Y/N before leaving. When the front door closed behind him, tears that Y/N had been holding back began to stream down her face.

~~~

“I think we have everything,” Bradley said, looking around at the empty apartment.

He had come to help Y/N pack her belongings and to endure the drive back to Fightertown together. When Bradley had offered to fly up and help Y/N pack and then drive back to Fightertown together, she couldn’t resist. Ever since she had seen him the day of Ice’s funeral, she had thought about him constantly.

They had talked on the phone every day since their encounter. He had been helping her with finding a place to rent but there hadn’t been any luck. Bradley could tell that Y/N was growing frustrated and had offered for her to stay with him until she found a place. She had agreed but made it clear that it was going to be permanent because their relationship was brand new and she didn’t want to ruin it by moving too fast. Bradley had agreed with her and now the two of them were about to start a new chapter in their lives.

Y/N looked around the apartment one last time before stepping outside. She unfastened the key from her key ring and Bradley drove her over to the leasing office, where she handed back her key.

This was it. Her life with Bradley was starting. She was beyond happy to finally be beginning her life with Bradley. Bradley interlaced his fingers with hers as she returned to the Jeep's passenger seat.

“Are you ready?”

“Yea,” Y/N said, excited to be going back home.

“Babe, I think we need to pull over and get something to eat. Maybe rest for a bit. It’s getting late,” Y/N told Bradley as she closed her Kindle.

Bradley nodded in agreement. “I saw a sign for a rest stop. We should be coming up to it any minute.”

His hand moved to bare thigh and slowly began to move along it, leaving goosebumps in their wake. It was an innocent gesture on Bradley’s end but what he didn’t realize was the Y/N had been reading smut for the past few hours. Needless to say, she only had one thing on her mind at the moment.

Bradley’s hand reached the bottom of her jean shorts before moving back down her leg. Without thinking Y/N placed her hand on his and he shot her a questioning look.

“Are you ok?” he asked, a small smirk etching across his face.

“Yea, sorry,” Y/N said, quickly pulling her hand off of his.

He kept his hand in the same spot for a moment and then slowly dragged his fingers back up her leg. When he reached the edge of her shorts, his fingers trailed over the denim.

“Is this what you want?” he asked, keeping his eyes on the road.

He came to stop at her core as he cupped her through her jeans. “Y-yes,” Y/N breathed.

She pushed her hips forward and rocked them against his hand, creating a much needed friction.

“Fuck baby,” Bradley said, getting turned on by the sight next to him. “Take off your shorts.”

Y/N glanced over at Bradley. “You’re driving Bradley.”

“It’s fine,” he reassured her.

Without waiting for further instructions, Y/N pulled off her shorts and tossed them onto the floor space in front of her. Her black lacy thong was practically see through and Bradley could feel himself instantly get hard.

He reached back over and placed his hand against her core, feeling the wetness through her underwear.

“Damn, babe.”

Using his pinky he pushed aside her underwear and ran his fingers along her slit, brushing against her sensitive spot, teasing her.

Y/N pushed her hips forward and Bradley slipped two fingers in her. She let out a moan as his fingers began moving against her, hitting her in the perfect spot. She had no idea how he could still be driving while he continued to please her but he didn’t seem fazed.

Y/N could feel herself getting closer and closer to her climax and she reached out grabbed a hold of the handle on the door. Something about Bradley getting her off in the car really turned her on and she could tell that her climax was going to hit her hard.

“Bradley!” Y/N cried as her walls clenched around his fingers. She closed her eyes as he worked her through her high.

She leaned back against the seat and closed her eyes, catching her breath.

“That was fucking hot,” Bradley commented as he pulled his hand away from Y/N.

His erection was very evident against his jeans and he wanted nothing more than to be inside of Y/N at the moment.

The exit for the rest stop loomed ahead and Bradley exited the highway. The rest stop wasn’t busy but Bradley drove towards the back, parking in a spot where there were no cars around. In front of them was nothing but trees which meant that no one would be able to see in.

Bradley turned the car off and reached down, pushing his seat back as far as it could go. He gestured for Y/N to come over to him and she easily climbed over the center console and sat on his lap, straddling him.

Leaning down, she placed his lips against him and began to kiss him, her lips moving quickly against him.

His hands moved down her waist as her’s grabbed his shoulders and she slowly began moving against him. With each movement her core brushed against his length, reminding him how much he needed her.

After a few minutes, Y/N pulled away and scooted back before reaching down and unzipping his jeans. Bradley lifted his hips and helped Y/N pull his jeans and boxer briefs down, just enough that his erection was free.

Her hand slowly began to move along his length and Bradley let out a loud moan.

Bradley closed his eyes and rested his head against the head rest as Y/N continued to slide her hand up and down his length. He was trying to focus on his breathing so that he wouldn’t come already.

When he was on the edge of climaxing he reached down and placed his hand on top of Y/N’s, signaling for her to stop.

He gently pushed her legs apart as he pulled her closer to him, lining himself up with her core.

One hand rested on her waist, while the other one guided his erection towards her core. Her hands were placed on his shoulders, keeping her steady. Slowly, she lowered herself down onto him and let out a breath she didn’t realize she had been holding.

Y/N began to move her body up and down along his length, finding the perfect rhythm. With each movement, his erection pressed against her sensitive spot and she could already feel her high approaching.

“I’m close,” she told him as she continued to move against him.

The second climax of the day for Y/N was reached in a short period of time. Bradley climaxed as well as her walls tightened around him. He released into her, filling the car with a stream of profanities.

Y/N rested her head against Bradley’s shoulder as the two of the caught their breath. The car windows had fogged up and Y/N hoped that no one had noticed what had been going on in their car.

As if Bradley was a mind reader, he told her that no one was going to notice them.

“We can wait a few minutes before getting out of the car if it will make you feel better,” he told her.

Y/N nodded and pushed herself off of Bradley, climbing back over to the passenger seat. Bradley laced his fingers with Jess while the two of them sat in a comfortable silence.

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peterparker-spid3erman · 2 years ago

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Returning Home

Prompt: Y/N returns home for Iceman’s funeral and runs into her ex, Bradley Bradshaw.

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: sex

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It had been nearly five years since Y/N had stepped foot in Fightertown. It held a lot of good memories but there were also memories that she had tried to erase.

The moment she had learned that Iceman had passed, she dropped what she was doing and booked a flight to her hometown. Ice had helped her father out in more than one way and she couldn’t imagine missing the funeral.

Her return flight was merely hours after the funeral ended- she had decided that she didn’t want to stay any longer than she needed.

Her boyfriend had offered to accompany her but she told him to stay home- she would only be gone for two days. Although he had looked slightly offended, he eventually agreed to stay.

Y/N and her father had just left the wake and after much protesting from her dad, she had agreed to one drink at the Hard Deck.

“Maverick!” Penny called, walking towards the father and daughter duo. “How are you doing?”

She pulled him in for a quick hug before looking over at Y/N. “Y/N! It’s so nice to see you again. Your dad has been sure to keep me up to date on how you have been doing.”

“It’s nice to see you too!” Y/N replied. The last time she had seen Penny was five years ago. At the time she had no idea in just a few years Penny would be dating her dad.

“I wish it was under other circumstances but I’m glad you’re here nonetheless.”

Penny walked behind the bar and handed Maverick his favorite beer. “What can I get you?” she asked Y/N.

“Oh water is fine,” Y/N said. “I want to be conscious for my flight.”

Penny laughed and filled up a clear plastic cup with water. She glanced around the bar, surprised to find that not much had changed. The piano was still in the exact same spot as well as the classic jukebox.

Memories flooded her head as she remembered standing around the piano singing with her friends and trying to find the perfect song to play on the jukebox.

“How’s Jack doing?” Penny asked, referring to Y/N’s boyfriend of just over a year.

“He’s doing good. He just got a huge job promotion yesterday,” Y/N told her, smiling.

“That’s wonderful. Hopefully I can meet him soon.”

Y/N agreed and looked over at her father. “How is Top Gun going?”

“It’s going ok. Some people aren’t too keen on my teaching strategies,” he told her, picking at the label on his bottle.

Y/N nodded all to familiar with her father’s flying antics. “Did I tell you that Bradley is there as well?”

Bradley was Y/N’s ex boyfriend. They had been together for nearly 4 years before she had decided to end things.

Y/N looked over at Maverick, eyes wide. “N-no you didn’t. How is he doing?”

Maverick shrugged. “Well he doesn’t want to talk to me.”

“Well you did really hurt him,” Y/N said, taking a sip of her water.

Right after they had broken up, Y/N had learned that her father had pulled Bradley’s papers to stop him from flying. Of course, Bradley had been pissed and stopped talking to Maverick. Her dad had reached out numerous times to him to apologize but Bradley had never responded.

Y/N looked around at the numerous people at the bar. There were a few couples sitting at tables and nursing their drinks. She had learned from her dad that pilots from Top Gun often came to the Hard Deck to blow off some steam. After learning the news about Bradley being back in town, she hoped that he wouldn’t show up.

Y/N looked over at her dad, who had a scowl etched across his face. He was watching a group of young pilots who had just walked in.

“That’s about half of my class right there,” he said, nodding in the pilot’s directions. “If they bother you, let me know.”

Y/N’s eyes wandered over to a tall blonde who was rather good looking. Next to him, stood another pilot- this one all too familiar. Tall, brown hair, brown eyes, and a mustache (that was new). Bradley Bradshaw. Y/N’s ex boyfriend.

Things between the two of them had not ended well. Their relationship had been rocky for a while and after a big argument which resulted in the two of them not speaking for days, Y/N had decided to end it. It was one of the hardest decisions that she had ever had to make. Their lives were going in two different directions and they had both been young.

Bradley’s eyes locked with hers and he gave her a small smile. She smiled back, thoughts racing through her head. Should I go say hi? Should I wait and see if he’ll come over? Maybe he’ll come say hi to my dad as an excuse to come see me?

Minutes ticked by and neither of them made any attempt to talk to each other. Growing restless, Y/N excused herself and walked towards the restroom. She quickly glanced over at Bradley, who was currently talking to a female pilot. A small bit of jealously hit Y/N. Shaking it off, she walked into the bathroom to have a moment to herself.

Y/N took a deep breath before stepping out of the bathroom. Her plan was to pay her tab and then leave and get ready to go home.

Bradley was leaning against the wall, arms folded against his chest, as if waiting for Y/N to come out of the bathroom.

“Y/N, can we talk?” he said.

“I don’t have anything to say to you,” Y/N told him and began to walk away.

His hand gently wrapped around her arm, pulling her back towards him. Her heart skipped a beat from his touch as she looked at him.

“What do you want Bradley?” Y/N asked.

Bradley sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. “I-I’m not sure. I just wanted to talk to you.”

Y/N let out a laugh. “It’s been five years, Bradley. You could have just picked up the phone if you wanted to talk that badly.”

“Would you have answered?”

Y/N shrugged. “Honestly, I don’t know. I was really angry with you.”

“Clearly. You left town.”

“I had to. I think if I would have seen you again, I would have come running back to you but we were so bad for each other at the time. I think that maybe if we were older and had our lives figured out a bit more we could have made it work.”

Bradley’s eyes went wide at Y/N’s honesty but he knew that she was right. Timing was everything.

“There hasn’t been a day gone by that I haven’t thought about you. I know that it has been years but when I said that you were the one meant for me, I truly meant it. I still think that you’re meant for me,” he told her.

Deep down Y/N knew that he was right. She thought about him at least once a day. The question of did she make the right decision was also constantly on her mind. Sure, she loved Jake but it was different than when she was with Bradley. She thought that maybe it was because Bradley was her first true love but after seeing him now, she knew it was because she was still in love with him.

Slowly reaching out, he laced his fingers with hers and pulled her closer to him. She quickly glanced around to make sure there were no prying eyes. Luckily the bathrooms were in the back and they would be able to hear if anyone was coming down the short hallway.

Y/N wrapped her arms around Bradley’s waist as he hugged her tightly. He was more toned than she remembered but she wasn’t complaining. He still smelled exactly the way that he used to and when he held her, it felt like it was just the two of them.

Slowly, Bradley leaned down and placed his lips against Y/N’s. Together their lips moved in sync, almost as if no time had passed between them. His tongue slipped into her mouth, tangling with hers.

Bradley’s hands moved down to Y/N hips and gently pushed back her so that her back was pressed against the wall. His thumb slipped underneath the hem of her shirt and made slow circles against her hip. Goosebumps rose in their wake as she remembered exactly what Bradley’s touch did to her.

A dull ache began to form between her legs and she squeezed her thighs together, hoping to make it go away but knew that it wouldn’t.

Bradley’s body was pressed up against hers and she could his erection pressing against her stomach. Reaching down, she gently squeezed him through his jeans and he let out a low moan, pulling away from her.

“Fuck Y/N,” Bradley breathed. “I want you so fucking much.”

Without pausing to think about the consequences, Y/N grabbed Bradley’s hand and pulled him towards the womans one person bathroom.

“Are you sure?” Bradley asked, hesitantly.

“Yea.”

When the door was closed and locked behind them, Bradley reached down and pulled Y/N’s t shirt over head, revealing her black lacy bra. She gave herself a silent applause as she was thankful she had chosen her good bra as opposed to her old beat up one.

Bradley eye’s went wide as he started at her in awe of her body. It was better than he had remembered. He pulled her back against him and locked his lips back to hers. This time the kiss was full of need and lust.

HIs fingers toyed with the waistband of her jeans before unbuttoning and unzipping them. He slipped his hand down to her core and ran his fingers along the outside of her underwear before pushing the material aside.

Y/N let out a moan as his fingers found her sensitive spot and began to rub against it. Closing her eyes, Y/N let the sensation take over her body. Her breathing picked up speed as she felt herself reach her climax.

Bradley placed a hand over her mouth as she cried out, reaching her high.

After a moment, Y/N opened her eyes to find Bradley smirking. She playfully hit him in the arm and he let out a laugh.

He leaned down and gave her a quick kiss before unbuttoning his jeans and pulling them down along with his black boxer briefs.

Precum had already formed on his length and Y/ reached out and ran her thumb along the tip. Bradley sucked in a deep breath as she wrapped her hand along his length and slowly moved it up and down.

“I’m gonna come now if you don’t stop,” Bradley warned as he placed a large hand on top of hers. “And I want to come inside of you.”

Y/N removed her hand and reached down and unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down along with her underwear down to her knees.

Bradley placed his hands on her waist and turned her around, facing away from him. She reached out and placed her hands against the wall to steady herself. Bradley ran his length along her core, teasing her.

“Bradley,” Y/N whined as he pressed a finger against her sensitive spot.

Bradley lined himself up with Y/N’s core and slowly pushed into her. She let out a small gasp from the feeling before he pulled out and pushed back into her. He began to move his body slowly against hers.

One his hands gripped her shoulder, well the other one held onto her waist, keeping her steady. Y/N’s hands were still placed against the wall as she kept herself steady.

The small bathroom was filled with the sound of heavy breathing and occasional sounds from the other side of the door, reminding the two of them where they were. Somehow no one had knocked on the door yet.

A knot began to form in Y/N’s stomach as she climbed closer and closer to the edge. Shew knew that Bradley was close because he began to move quicker against her.

WIthin moments, her walls clenched around him as he released into her. The two of them stood still for a moment, catching their breath.

When Y/N was ready, she stood up and Bradley pulled out of her, wrapping his arms around her waist, holding her against him. Her legs were wobbly as she held onto him, not wanting him to let go. It felt right when his arms were wrapped around her but then reality hit.

Y/N pulled away from Bradley, feeling her face turn a deep shade of red.

“Oh my god,” she said quietly, reaching down and pulling up her underwear and pants.

“Y/N, whats wrong?” Bradley asked.

“I-um-I have a boyfriend,” she told him, scrambling to pull her shirt on.

Bradley stood in front of her and put his hands on her shoulders. “I meant everything that I said earlier. I want to be with you but if you don’t want to be or if you need time, I respect that.”

At this point, Y/N wanted nothing more than to be with Bradley but she hated the thought of letting Jake go, however she knew that she had to. What she had with Bradley was too strong to resist.

“I’ll call you in a few days,” she told him, kissing him quickly before leaving the tiny bathroom.

She was terrified about what was going to happen but also could not wait to see what the future held with Bradley.

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peterparker-spid3erman · 2 years ago

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Rooster: Are you ever going to listen to me? Y/N: Yes. Absolutely. Rooster: When? Y/N: When you're right.

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peterparker-spid3erman · 2 years ago

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Midnight Memories - Rooster

Random Drabble - Lightly Edited

Pairing- Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x Fem!Reader

Written with @fanficgirl429

Enjoy xoxo

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The sound of the bathroom door shutting abruptly pulled Bradley from a deep sleep. His eyes fluttered open as he rolled over, stretching his arms out and reaching for the body that was no longer laying beside him. Bradley raised an eyebrow, concerned at the sudden retching sound coming from the bathroom on the opposite side of the room.

Meanwhile, Y/N knelt on the cool tiled floor behind a locked door, one hand pressed to her forehead as she rubbed her stomach gently with the other. She quickly flushed the toilet and closed her eyes as she leaned against the wall, trying hard to get past the nausea. Y/N had been feeling strange for some time now. It was hard to wake up in the morning, she had been craving foods that she wouldn’t normally eat, and this wasn’t the first time she’d thrown up randomly in the middle of the night.

Y/N and her boyfriend Bradley had been dating for over a year now. In the beginning he was often gone, deployed overseas or off training. After they’d reached the 6 month mark in the relationship, they couldn’t stand to be apart anymore and decided to move to his next assignment together. Things were going well, especially in the bedroom.

One particular night a few weeks ago came to mind, when Bradley had come home late from being away for a mission. They were both eager to have one another, and it wasn’t until now that Y/N had realized they didn’t use any sort of protection.

There’s no way.

After the sound of retching subsided, Bradley sat up in bed and turned his bedside lamp on. “Babe, are you okay?”

When there was no response, Bradley pushed the blankets off of him and slowly walked over to the closed bathroom door. There was a sliver of light peeking out from underneath but it was quiet on the other side.

“Y/N?” he said, tapping his knuckles quietly against the door.

Y/N let out a small squeal and Bradley heard something fall to the floor.

“What’s going on in there?” he asked, concerned.

The door unlocked and slowly opened, revealing Y/N on the other side, her face pale. Bradley glanced down at her hand to see a blue and white stick.

“What is that?” he asked, pointing.

Without saying a word, Y/N handed him the stick and sat on the edge of the bathtub. Bradley looked down at the stick and read the bold lettering.

Pregnant.

“Whose is this?” Bradley whispered, staring at Y/N who started to smile. He glanced down at the stick again, then back up at his girlfriend. “This is yours? You’re pregnant?”

Y/N nodded, “Yeah, I am pregnant. We’re going to have a baby.”

Bradley immediately dropped the test into the sink and pulled Y/N into his arms. Both of their hearts were racing with excitement and anticipation at the thought of becoming parents.

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