#fnaf ns/fw

[ast4tarion]

hi!! hope you’re having a good day:)

i was wondering if you can write a smut where mike is a nerd in college and the popular girl needs to bring her grade up so he tutors her. she would always flirt with him and make him get all nervous. she repays him by giving him a blowjob and you can add anything else to the story if you want!! thank youu

ooooo i havent written anything like this, thank you for a new idea :D ty for the kind words too i hope everyone reading this day is a good one too <3 (god this is way longer then i meant for it to be)

cws; sub!mike, slight dom!reader, virginity taking, blowjob, gender neutral reader, a little messy

“Have you ever had sex with a girl before?”

The question you ask Mike is completely genuine but he stops writing in his tracks, his face visibly flushing red.

The two of you are studying for midterms (actually, more like Mike guiding you through the subjects) together in his dorm, books and papers strewn everywhere at his table.

“I—what?” He really wasn’t expecting you to ask that and he looks almost nervous.

“Have you?” you ask it like it’s the most casual question in the world, flipping your pencil around in your hand.

“Uh….no,” he looks very embarrassed, it’s cute on him. “I haven’t gotten close to anyone like that before, and no one was particularly interested in the guy hiding behind his engineering book.”

You were quite surprised to learn this, in your opinion he was quite the attractive guy.

“Would you be up for an offer then?” His eyes widened, and he let his pencil slide out of his grip completely.

“What kind of offer….?” He said it, but the implication after the topic of conversation was understood between the two of you, but he clearly didn’t believe it.

“Well I’d really like to do something nice for you in return for tutoring me, we’ve already talked about this but I really wish I could pay you but everything’s going to food and tuition right now and I couldn’t ever ask my parents so I was wondering if you’d let me make you feel good instead?” You said.

His entire face was visibly red now with blush, and his gaze dropped and avoided yours as he processed what you were saying. He seemed in total disbelief, his hands tapping the table which you knew was a nervous habit of his.

“I-um, but I-I’ve never done that with anyone? I wouldn’t wanna, um, somehow do it wrong.” He was incredibly sincere and it was quite endearing.

You leaned back in your seat, trying to catch his nervous eyes.

“I’m cool with that, I could even teach you if that would make you feel less nervous? Think of it as…….a tutoring session. Only if you want too though.” His hands found themselves, wringing and thumbing his palm. He was clearly deep in thought and given permission you wanted to wipe that stress from his face. It would be an honour to teach him, after all the exams and quizzes he’d helped you pass.

“Alright…I think I’d, uh, like that. When?” You smiled at his confirmation of consent, excitement and arousal already beginning to build up inside you. You stood up, walking around the desk and sitting on one of his thighs.

“We’ve been studying for a while now, I think this would be a good opportunity to take a break and learn something new.” You put your hands on his chest, your voice dropping in a suggestive way that earned a shiver out of him.

“O-Okay,” he gulped, finally gathering the courage to look at you in front of him. “What’s the first step?”

You leaned in to kiss his neck and he gasped loudly. “First the ground rules. One, if you decide it’s too much we can always stop, alright? Two, tell me if you’re going to cum. Three, listen to your body, Mikey, tell me what feels good.” You purred into his ear, trying to take things slow so he could adjust to them. He quickly nodded, and you starting leaving light kisses down his chest.

As much as you wanted to grind down on his thigh you had an objective: make him cum. You moved off his lap and he watched you the entire time with a mix of nervousness and curiosity in his eyes. You slid to the floor in between his legs as he was seated at his desk.

Your first step was massaging his thighs, getting closer and closer to his dick. Your hand settled over the fly of his jeans, palming the denim and smirking when you felt the bulge it held.

You began unzipping it, speaking as you worked. “First step is to relax, this parts all about you baby boy.” He felt the urge to whimper and aggressively bit it back.

Just the tiny amounts of friction and sultry words you provided had began to work him up. You pulled down his boxers enough for his cock to be freed, hardening at every touch.

He was fairly big, your fingertips just barely met around it when you gave it a couple experimental jerks. He made a little noise at this, and you smiled.

You spit in your hand, spreading the wetness across his length to make it easier. It was clear he was unuse to his own boner, his mouth agape and his hips beginning to shift in the chair.

You started by giving the tip a tiny kiss, followed by short little licks to the head. You flattened your tongue and swirled it all around the head, running your tongue over his sensitive slit.

This gained an immediate reaction, another little noise escaping his mouth followed by his hands gripping his own thighs. You were barely touching him and he was already panting at the sweet sensation.

You took it a little further, pumping the base and farther into your mouth. You were licking the underside of his dick, dragging hot wet stripes further and further down each time. You were halfway down his length, finally taking it all into your mouth and pushing it in until your lips reached your loose fist.

His pants were evolving into full blown moans, his hand white-knuckles gripping his desk. He spread his legs further, hoping to give you more access. Every moan is music to your ears, coming out in little “hnngs…” and “mmmfng…..”

The tip almost reached the back of your throat and there was spit dripping down your chin, mixing with whatever slick he was leaking. You moved forward and back, your tongue sliding wetly and stimulating him. You repeated this, grinding into the floor for any ounce of your own friction.

His cock was a wet mess, and the sounds coming from your mouth became more and more vulgar. Slick-filled wet slaps of skin on skin as your fist pumped faster and faster and your tongue swirled around his girth.

He was getting closer and you could tell because he was absolutely loosing control of himself. He’d been reduced to drawn-out moans and whimpering at how fast you were going; his hips had also started bucking forward, pushing more and more of it into your mouth until you were almost completely swallowing him.

Your own desperation made it even more wet and messy, you drew back and a long string of precum dripped from his tip to your tongue thinly connected. Your gaze was driving him crazy, the combination of your eyes locked on his and the slurping wet kiss you licked up his shaft again.

When your mouth dove back on it you could tell he was getting incredibly close to finishing. His thrusts were becoming sloppy and so pathetic that it was hitting the walls of your cheek and the very back of your throat.

It was ultimately your groan that sent him over the edge, the vibrations sent through your mouth felt all over his cock and it felt so good, so wet, so overwhelming that he barely had time to whimper “fuck, I-I’m going too—!”

His cock throbbed and pulsed as you licked his slit once more, taking it out of your mouth absolutely cockdrunk. It barely took a single pump for him to explode, thick white ropes bursting from his tip and all over your chest.

His head was thrown back and he was panting hard, his cock head was flushed a pretty pink like his blush and it kept twitching, smaller streams erupting until it came to a slow stop.

Your face was a mess of his hot cum and your underwear absolutely soaked through. His eyes were closed and he was still gasping, sighing as he slowly loosened his grip on the desk as he rode out the end of his orgasm.

“Fuck, holy shit, thank you.” He mumbled, still coming down from the adrenaline of finishing. When he did look down he swore he could’ve came a second time, the way your face was lit up by a smile and absolutely drenched in his sticky white seed.

“Of course, if I wanted to teach you about sex I had to make sure you’d at least get to cum before you made someone else do it,” You stood up, standing close to him and running your hand through his pretty brown hair.

“Tomorrow after we finish calculus, I’ll show you how to eat someone out~”

[literallydontknowdontcare]

idk if you’ve done this already bc all the vanessa fics r merging together in my brain, but maybe smtg where she has a very stressful day at work, and needs to take her anger out in a healthy way (by doing the reader!!!)

Taking It Out On You

a/n: I love this prompt but I was on a certain sleepy drug when writing (I'm sick as hell right now) so I have no idea if this is good LOL. Anyway, exams are officially over so MORE FICS! YAY! And thanks for the love recently, you all are amazing :) Enjoy!

Content/Warning: smut, choking, pussy slapping, fingering [all r receiving], exhausted/pissed off Vanessa, handcuff use, gun used on you to get you off, you being a good baker, side note I love the Elizabeth lail edits recently 

w/c: 2304

You swayed your hips to the radio. Recently, there was more 80s music than new age, which you weren’t complaining about; sure, you missed hearing the newly hyped singer Miss Britney Spears, but even you had to admit Tears for Fears had a kick to it. Kneading into the last of the cookie dough, you conveniently hear the rumble of Vanessa's police vehicle pulling up to your shared home. Smiling, you pause the music, swiping off the flour that dusted the white countertops onto your apron just as the engine outside slows to a halt. The bench is now fairly clean, you wait eagerly as you see the faint outline of your girlfriend emerging from the car through the window.

The front door clicks open. You hear Vanessa’s footsteps thud a lot less carefully; usually, she would sneak up behind you from wherever you were in the house. She gradually got better at it, too, her dangerous job teaching her a thing or two. It was unlike her to come home after a long shift careless, thudding her jacket and gear on the ground before pressing herself behind you. She inhaled the scent of your freshly washed hair, groaning.

“Bad day?”, you ask, grabbing the pan of unbaked goods and placing them into the oven, Vanessa moving with you so she didn’t have to remove her grasp around you. She huffed as a reply. As you stood back up, she whipped you around, momentarily giving you whiplash. You took in her expression for the first time; her eyes were essentially dead, her pressed lips giving the smallest of indications that she was happy to be home as she attempted a smile when your eyes met.

“It was... Definitely a day”, she sighed. You tilted your head, lifting your hands to cup her face.

“Want to talk about it?”, you prod gently. It seemed that Vanessa was experiencing harder rosters more frequently than before: you presumed it was the pressure of her father, whom she almost never talked about, getting to her. Vanessa simply stared behind you at the oven, her dull eyes beginning to twinkle. “Chocolate chip?”, she questioned, avoiding your query.

You bit your lip and nodded. Her eyes met yours again and you pushed your face closer to hers, not quite reaching her lips but certainly leaving the possibility. Maintaining eye contact, you reach behind her head and softly pull on the hairtie of her ponytail, letting her short, blonde hair loose. She fluttered her eyes closed, groaning. You slide your fingers through the strands of her hair, pulling on them slightly to release any tension. Vanessa inhaled deeply. Pressing your lips against her jaw, you start to pepper her face with small kisses when you feel her take her hands off you, to your dismay.

*Shuffle shuffle*

Vanessa fiddled with her police belt, something that made your groin twist deliciously just from the sound of it. It usually meant one of two things: either she was about to take it off and with it her pants, or she was about to use something *from her belt*. As you attempt to part your lips from her face, she cuts you off.

“Don’t look”, she retorts. As much as you’d like to disobey those orders, there was no way you wanted to be her day even shittier. Swallowing a lump in your throat, you rest your head against her neck as you feel her take something off her belt. Smirking, she raises the object up to your stomach, pressing it deep into your flesh. You gasp and jump back, the coolness startling you. Before you could look down, she spun you around, slamming you against the sink. You whine, your knuckles gripping onto the counter. Vanessa returned to your behind in a flash, grinding her front against you. Disappointingly, you couldn’t feel a strap underneath her pants. You huff, which she notices immediately.

Grabbing onto your neck with a force that startled you, she brought you up so that you were standing straight up as opposed to being bent over. “With what I’m about to do to you, we won’t be needing my cock, baby”, she growled, her hand beginning to tighten around the sides of your neck. You gasp out, your hands rising to your neck to ease the grip, only to be yanked away behind you.

“Vanessa”, you cautioned, unsure of what she was getting at. You heard the jangle of the metal cuffs and froze. “You wanted to help me, yeah?”, she sang sweetly. “Baking me something, cleaning up the front of the house for me”, regarding the time you spent earlier today reorganizing and decorating the place for winter to make it homier.

“You want to make me feel good?”

You don’t hesitate to answer. “Always”

“Then let me use you”. You hear the clank of the cuffs being closed around your hands tightly, Vanessa's leg coming up between your legs that you opened just for her. “Let me see you come with my gun in your mouth”. At that sentence alone, you couldn’t help but let out a moan, jolting your hips involuntarily down on the thigh she had graciously given you. She laughed darkly behind you, removing herself completely from you, making you cry out and turn around to face her. You already missed her manicured hand that fit so perfectly around your neck, acting like a necklace you wished you could always have.

“Couch, baby”, Vanessa demanded, allowing herself to watch you as you made your way out of the room; God, you being in her handcuffs with a vacant, submissive look in your eyes made her want to double down on being rough with you. She followed you soon after, the only thing missing from her outfit being the cuffs that were around your hands and the gun... That was being held so confidently in Vanessa's right hand.

You shifted from your position on the couch, unsure. She laid it beside you, her mouth twitching at your confusion, before climbing on top of you to straddle your waist. She slammed her lips onto yours passionately, hot saliva mixing on both lips. Your moans gradually got louder as her hands attached to the back of your head, roughly pulling at your hair. Vanessa bites your lip harshly, grinning as you try to back away. Her hands leave your hair and begin to forcefully strip your pants from your body. Parting your lips from hers, you lift your legs up to assist her. The soft warm light from the living room lamp perfectly accentuated each other's features; Vanessa's eyes were completely focused on you, taking your sticky panties and flushed cheeks.

“Top off”, she leaned back, watching you rush to meet her demand, smirking as you fumbled with the buttons of your shirt. Now being completely naked, your skimpy bra and underwear being the only things covering your very aroused parts, she spread your thighs with an air of smugness.

“Vanessa”, you pout, jerking your pussy up. She trailed a slim finger along the top of your briefs, pulling them down slowly. Your breasts rise and fall rapidly at the sensuality of it all: the relaxed pace made you even more blushed. Moving her fingers around your folds, you lean your head back, closing your eyes in pleasure. Suddenly, Vanessa slapped at your pussy. Crying out, you snap your head back up and shut your legs. She didn’t like that. Narrowing her eyes, she yanked them back open, harshly slapping the inner side. “Keep them open. Don’t make me tie up your legs as well”. You squirm as she rubs her middle and ring finger quickly on your puffy clit, mewing out loud at the vulgar noises she was creating.

“So sweet like this, hm? Think you can last more than... What was it? Eight seconds?”, Vanessa snickered, recalling the time you came so quickly underneath her that it was actually dismal. You blush at her mocking tone. She swirled her fingers around your opening, her mouth twitching at the way your pussy spasmed when she pumped them in. You lay down, whimpering as she picked up the pace. With no regard to how prepared you were, she shoved two more fingers in. Wailing, you move your hips with her, remembering that she wasn’t doing this for you; she was doing this for her. The thrusts turned into a heavy pound, your moans making it known that you couldn’t take it. Vanessa feasted her eyes on your body, licking her lips at the way your arousal pooled on the leather of the couch. As you were distracted with the overwhelming urge to come right there and then, she reached for the gun. Too zoned out to notice, you felt her lips attach to your neck. “Don’t make a mark”, you plead as best as you can. She ignores you, licking at your sweet spot before sinking her teeth into the flesh. Hissing, you pull away before stopping dead in your tracks.

Pressed against your stomach was Vanessa’s gun. Just a Glock 22, you knew that much, as it was the same one every cop used around here. Though, the coldness of the frame stunned you, both from the Glock and Vanessas stared. She stared you down as she removed her other hand from your pussy, smirking at the yelp it caused. Your fluids glistened on her hand in the warm light. You wearily watch her stroke her hand up and down the tip of the gun.

Once satisfied, she pointed the gun at your stomach, tilting her head at your small gasp of exhilaration and fear. “I won’t do anything you don’t want to do. Are you sure about this?”, she asked sweetly. Her gun was completely empty, for she always took the bullets out at the office after a shift. You didn’t know this, though. You would be relying completely on her skill and carefulness in handling a gun. Vanessa's stomach twisted deliciously at your utter dependence on her. Sucking a breath in, you nod.

She trailed the cool gun up your body, stopping short at your mouth. Pulling your messy hair back, your face red, she tapped the tip of your swollen lips. “Open up for me baby”, she husked. Opening your mouth, you stick your tongue out and swirl it around the muzzle, breasts rapidly rising and falling from the thrill of it all. She forces the frame in, resting her finger on the trigger. You groan at the taste of your own cum. “See? Look how good you can be”, Vanessa murmured, shifting her body as she felt her own pussy thud. Unable to go slowly anymore, she began to roughly thrust the gun in and out of your throat, abusing it as she would with her strap. You gag as it passes your comfort zone, rolling your eyes back when you feel her other hand slap your pussy once more. She stands up, laughing darkly to herself at your obedience. Your eyelashes flutter, saliva dribbling onto the glock. Holding onto your head, she takes out the gun and pulls you up to turn you around. Your hands, still cuffed, grab onto the top of the back pillows, your knees digging into the seat.

“You going to punish me, officer? I thought you said I was a good girl”, you purr. You felt Vanessa’s hands wrap around your front. Your neck was snapped back as she gripped you, sliding the gun through your folds. “If you think this is me punishing you, you better hope you don’t disobey me”, she taunted. She plunged the muzzle into your pussy, groaning at how easily it slipped in. Almost immediately, she rammed it at a swift rate, choking you when your sobs went too loud. Widening your eyes, you lift your bound hands to your neck and grab onto her hand to ease the grip. “Enough”, she spat, fucking you faster and squeezing your neck harder. Your hips were slamming between the cushions and Vanessa's thighs, arousal streaming down your body. With a muffled cry, you tightened your grip around her hand, signaling your need for release. By some sort of miracle, she went even faster. The combination of Vanessa's grunts, the pressure on your throat, and the gun that was currently abusing your overworked pussy made you scream out in pleasure.

“Uh uh. Tell me what you want”, Vanessa asked, refusing to accept your nonverbal request to cum.

Swallowing once, twice, you manage to simper out, “Pl-Please officer. Let me cum, please please please plea-”

In a flash, she released her grasp from your neck and shoved her fingers into your mouth, her pace in your pussy unchanging. You cum with a scream, your body jolting at the stimulation.

“There's a good girl”, she cooed, slowing her thrusts before removing the gun from your destroyed pussy. You flop your head backward onto her shoulder, staring at the ceiling as the world around you doubles. You felt Vanessa softly rub your thighs, whispering words of encouragement as you faded back to earth from your high.

“Always such a good girl when you play sweet”, she smiled as you turned your head to kiss her. Deepening the kiss, she placed the soaked gun down and wrapped her hands fully around you, inhaling your scent. She moved her lips to your jaw, where she peppered soft kisses as you giggled.

“Vanessa”

“Mh?”

“The handcuffs”

Vanessa laughed on your neck, pulling herself away from you.

“Stay there, I’ll be right back”

As she walked out of the living room and into the kitchen, you remembered the cookies that were still baking. “And check on the oven as well”, you shout out, collapsing onto the couch with a small grin.

[brainrot-hq]

Josh Hutcherson was SO FUCKING HOT IN THE MOVIE BUT I DONT HAVE LIKE. ANY FRIENDS WHO LIKE MEN AND I NEED TO YELL

Also, WHERE IS THE MIKE SCHMIDT X READER

[goosefruit]

i wanna ride (drabble)

smut warning!!

Riding Vanessa’s strap with her nails digging into your ass, your head thrown back to reveal the array of hickeys on your neck. 

The toy was huge inside of you, stretching you out completely as tears welled up in your eyes. 

So sore, and so good.

Each one of her thrusts was punctuated by the loud sound of her thighs clapping against your ass. Liquid pooled on the bed sheets underneath, dripping from the elegant black leather harness strapped around Vanessa’s hips.

How many orgasms had it been? You lost track after the fifth. 

Vanessa’s face was flushed and gleamed with sweat as she panted heavily, but she was relentless. The wild look in her eyes told you she wasn’t planning to stop until her body gave out.

She tilted your hips, achieving an angle where the strap hit your g-spot perfectly. 

A low moan of her name was all you could manage in response, the last of your coherent thoughts vanishing, leaving you with only the bliss of your impending climax.

[33hei]

god the way she rolls her eyes into the thrust nghh

[tboychewtoy]

puppy got some new boxers :3

[jaxie101]

nsfw/

i have nothing against smut writers i love you guys 🙏 and maybe it’s bc im gay but HELP “mike would make you wear a cute little skirt and f****** you in public-“ that man is RIDDLED with anxiety ok i get it it’s ur thing but PLS… “he’d spoil u with diamonds and pearls🥰” poor guy can’t afford oreo’s. ur getting a can of pringles and a teddy bear from the dollar store at BEST

[ast4tarion]

pls pls pls pls PLEASE soft dom mike x reader PLEASE

please and thank you. im desperate if you cant tell.

also how tf you put pics in asks??? ive been on this app for 3 years and i have no idea i feel old

anyway have a good day and dont forgeg to stay hydrated, ily mwah!

SOFT DOM MIKE IS REAL im more into subby whiny Mike but i can totally see him being a super gentle dom because it comes from his nature to protect his loved ones <3 thank you for the kind words too I’m getting water just as I finish writing this :) (also I believe you can put pictures in with the squares next to the gif symbol on the lower bar on mobile!)

cws; soft dom!mike, sooooo much praise, gender neutral reader, a little bit of overstim

Soft words that you don’t even realize are commands because you’re just absolutely melting into them with him. Mike is super slow and tedious with his foreplay and is constantly praising you for humping his leg and being so good while he gets you ready.

He’s so gentle with you when you fuck that you forget how dominant he can be until he’s got you bent over the couch, mumbling that you’re so pretty for him and he’s gonna take care of you while you fully know he’s gonna thrust into you until your crying from how good it feels.

He’s primarily a very tender dom telling you things like sorry baby but you can’t touch yourself, I’m gonna do that for you and I’ll do it real good and I’ll make three fingers fit, you’ll feel so good honey relax

He’s not into any harder kinks but he’ll get a little ruthless sometimes, praising and kissing you so gently while he’s got you completely pinned to the counter fucking your cum back into you sloppily after four rounds straight and there’s so much that it’s dripping out of you and your whining and crying but he’s insisting you’ve got another around in you, maybe two

(He takes your boundaries very seriously, at a “yellow” he pulls it out and helps you match his breathing and takes as much time as you need, at a “red” he’s stopping straight away and he’s reaching for the nightstand where he’s got a water bottle and a snack ready for you)

You love that he’s so tender yet rough with you, that he can put you in so much painpleasure but praise you so much and when he starts coming undone and his thrusts get sloppy and his praise becomes “suchagoodfuckingbabyformeyouresoprettyineedyouineedyouyouretakingmesowellgodyourebeautiful”? Whatever surface you’re doing it on is SOAKED with your slick and when he cums he’s groaning in your ear and immediately wrapping you up in his arms

[literallydontknowdontcare]

for vanessa requests! maybe something in her cop car with fem reader getting tied up with her tie or handcuffs and vanessa being a soft dom

Heaven Struck

A/n: this isn’t as ‘smutty’ per se, I feel like it's quite softer compared to my previous fanfics. What can I say, I guess my tastes have changed.

Content/Warnings: smut, handcuff use, soft Dom Vanessa, not edited, tense probably wrong but oh well 

I can barely recall the thoughts that roamed my brain. The disappearance of my mother sister when she was young, the stress of university, the stress of actually PAYING for university, and trying to amount to something - anything - these were thoughts that had dominated my life for as long as I could remember, influencing my every action.

You could imagine my former selfs surprise if I could tell her that the way things worked out included being the younger girlfriend of a mildly eccentric, locally loved blonde-haired cop. 

Working at the corner coffee store at Bay St where I met Vanessa was probably the best thing I’ve ever done, second to being handcuffed inside a cop car melting as I was being devoured.

“Fuck”, she moaned proactively against my mouth, licking my bottom lip as she dug her fingers into my hips. “Language, officer”, I teased. She bit my lip in response, drawing blood. I threw my head back as she begun to grind her knee between my thighs, lifting my tied hands over her head to pull her closer. Hot. Everything was hot. The metal cuffs provided a sweet relief that singed my skin icily. For a moment I was heaven struck; the moon grazed her cheeks, eyelashes hiding a gaze that was now staring intently at my rubbing thighs. 

“I think we need this off”, she said, tugging at my shorts. My head lolled to the side as she touched me as she wished, leaning forward to suck a deep purple mark above my collarbone. Her fingers caressed my now very bare hips before she slid one finger over my slit. I sighed, clenching her neck as well as I could as the cuffs clinked behind her. 

Her shift would begin in ten minutes - we only needed six. For six of those minutes, soft moans privately emitted from behind her tinted windows, the car shaking with the force of the two of us - so strangely in love when we needed it the most. Her fingers pumped into me at such a pace that sinful sloshes could be heard over the cries of pleasure, her lips against mine dulling the sounds. 

I clung onto her ponytail, my arms twisted awkwardly as I fought my urge to come right there and then. I wanted, no, needed her permission. Something we’ve never talked about but always done.

“Is someone feeling needy?”, she quietly smirked as she saw me fighting the urge to come. I gave her a look that said hopefully said ‘do-you-think-youre-fucking-me-for-shits-and-gigs?’ Before my eyes rolled to the back of my head and I fought the urge to pass out. She smoothed my hair, raking the strands gently out of my eyes before kissing my neck gently. The warmth of her breath tickled my jaw as she murmured those tempting three: ‘Come for me”.

And as the scent of her deep caramel perfume clouded my thoughts, dulling my senses, I came.

A/n anywho, would def love to do Taylor Swift X Reader or something like that

[welcome-to-sparkys]

Soup of the Day

TW: Smut, NSFW - MINORS DNI

Tags: securitywaiter, dreamtheory, Mike x ness, blowjob, riding, cock warming, sleepy Mike, Doug mention

Summary: Ness visits Mike to drop off some dinner while Mike works the graveyard shift. Things get a little frisky 👀 little to no editing so sorry for mistakes

Master list

Ness had the combination memorized. Mike never gave it to him, no, he was just... Nosy. Enough guards had come and gone and the number 1 Freddy's private investigator would know a thing or two.

Ness tip toed inside the abandoned pizzeria, easily finding the security office. "Knock knock!" He announced, knocking on the door.

It took a moment for sleepy Mike to open the door, his headphones placed in front of the cams, still playing the nature sounds.

"Ness? What are you-"

Ness squeezed his way into the office. He held a plastic bag with some Sparky's to-go inside. "I brought you dinner!" He set the bag down on the desk and began untying the square-knot. "I know you have a tendency to sleep all shift and not eat, and well, I was already on my way home so..." He continued on to ramble, knowing full-well Mike knew Ness's home was the complete opposite direction of Freddy's.

Mike rolled his eyes and sat back down. "You wanted to see me." He said with a slight huff, crossing his arms. "You know you're not allowed in here. You could get me fired-"

Ness stuffed a crumpled 20$ bill into Mike's hand. "I got tipped pretty well. Some lawyer guy. Seemed pretty excited to eat at the diner." He flashed Mike his iconic smile. A smile that is hard to be mad at, especially if your name is Micheal Schmidt.

Ness turned back to the desk, rummaging in the to-go bag. He set down a tub with a strong fragrance of clam chowder. The soup Sparky's had as the daily special for a week now, at least that's what it felt like to Mike with his daily visits. Ness also placed a styrofoam container down. He ran a hand through his hair.

Mike hadn't realized he had been staring until now. Ness's hair laid messily on his head. It's clear he needed a shower after a long shift at the hot (from the kitchen) diner. His eyes trailed down Ness's neck, examining his frame. Despite the large height difference, Ness towered over Mike, his body was small compared to his. Fragile. Mike had muscle, Ness had brains.

He could so easily sweep Ness up, it was tempting...

"Mike?" Ness had turned around, and noticed the man staring. "Hey, hey Mike." He snapped his fingers a few inches away from Mike's face.

"Huh? Oh-" Mike blinked and shook his head.

Ness softly laughed, his smile was intoxicating. "Fall asleep standing up, buddy?"

Buddy... Mike couldn't put his finger on why, but he didn't favor Ness's tendency to use such... Friendly labels. He noticed Ness didn't really use it on anyone else, besides like. Children. Furthermore, Ness really only used buddy on him.

What the hell did Ness mean by buddy?

So lost in his thoughts, Mike didn't realize Ness had stepped closer. He could smell the stale coffee scent on Ness's uniform. His eyes drifted down and lingered on his lips. Soft, supple...

What the fuck was he thinking?

"Mike...? What's gotten into you?" Ness's eyebrows knitted together. "You're so spacey."

"Why do you call me buddy? Why am I your buddy?" Mike blurted out, a little more aggressive than he had wanted.

Ness was startled. He stared for a moment. "Huh? What do you mean?"

Mike leaned a little closer, which in turn had Ness shuffle back a little. "I just... You always call me buddy. Why?"

"Do you not like it?"

"No, I-" Mike let out a frustrated sigh. He took another step towards Ness. "It's just. I-" Another step.

Neither of them had seen this coming. Ness bumped back into the desk, practically sitting on it. Which, in turn, knocked over the soup. It spilled all over his clothes. He yelped in surprise, the soup was hot but not scalding.

"Ah fuck- Shit, fuck- I'm so sorry-" Mike scrambled to help. He gently moved Ness aside and took off his shirt. He balled it up in his hands and used it in a sad attempt to mop up the soup. He then saw the damage to Ness's clothes. His entire ass was covered in slimy — in Mike's opinion — soup.

Ness struggled to spit out anything, his cheeks tinged pink. Mike now was just in an undershirt, letting Ness easily see his toned muscular body. He then squeaked as Mike proceeded to take off his pants, leaving him in nothing but boxers and an undershirt.

"Here," Mike said, a little breathless, holding out his pants. "I know they'll be short but... Better than nothing."

Ness hid his face behind his hands. His eyes trailed from Mike's hands down to his boxers. He was... Large. Ness burned a deeper red. It was extremely obvious Mike had a package and his boxers left nothing to the imagination. Ness felt his pants grow tight.

"I-It's fine-" He sputtered out.

"No, I insist." Mike came closer. In a brain-dead move, he grabbed Ness's waistband. He gave a harsh tug, undoing the belt, and then yanked Ness's pants down.

A silence fell over the room.

Ness was hard, and his body was burning hot. His cheeks, shoulders, knuckles, knees and fingertips were dusted in a deep crimson blush. He felt his dick twitch as he realized the non-existent distance between his dick and Mike's hands.

Mike swallowed, his mouth grew dry. His heart began to pound in his ears. There was no way either of them could deny the situation. He couldn't tear his eyes away from Ness's bulge. His hand hovered over it.

"Mike, what are you-"

Ness let out a shakey gasp and moan as Mike ripped his boxers down. His dick bounced up, a little bit of precum already dripping. It was then he noticed the bump in Mike's boxers beginning to grow.

Mike slowly moved his hand to Ness's tip. He gently pressed his thumb's pad down. It was so warm, and a strange feeling. Mike had jacked off, sure, and he wouldn't confirm nor deny if he had done so to the thought of Ness, but touching another man was an entirely different world.

Ness whimpered as Mike began to draw circles. He helplessly bucked his hips. God it felt good, and it was barely anything. He squeezed his eyes shut. You're such a whore, he's barely touching you! He thought. It didn't matter how much he cursed himself in his head, his body moved on its own. He craved more of Mike's touch.

Mike slid his hand down, stroking Ness's shaft. Ness kept twitching, struggling to hold still. One hand held him up against the desk, while he bit on the other, muffling moans.

To Ness's embarrassment, his writhing grew more erratic for a moment more before he pathetically cried out, his dick shooting cum onto Mike's tank.

"O-Oh my god-" Ness whimpered. "I-I'm so sorry-" He closed his eyes, absolutely ashamed.

Mike just stared. The sticky substance was on his hands but mostly his shirt. Why did it turn him on so much? He felt himself practically drooling...

Ness squeaked as Mike lifted him up, dropping him down on the desk (the non-soup laden part). He wrapped his hot mouth around Ness's cock and began to bob his head up and down.

Ness squirmed and whimpered more. He grabbed fistfuls of Mike's matted hair, the over stimulation was a pleasant torture. It felt like every nerve in his dick was on fire, and he soaked in the sensation of Mike's soft tongue.

He rocked his hips, selfishly bucking into Mike. He was practically sloppily fucking his mouth. It didn't take long for him to cum again.

Mike pulled away, swallowing the cum. His heart pounded as he looked up to see Ness.

"Kiss me." Ness pleaded, breathless.

Ness tugged Mike closer to him as Mike stood up. He wrapped his frail arms in a tight embrace, interlocking their lips. He swiped his tongue at Mike's mouth, catching the lingering salty taste of his cum.

After a moment, the two separated. They shared a moment of silence, besides their panting, and stared.

And then it was Ness's turn. He shoved Mike into his swivel seat, tearing off his boxers.

"Ness, what are you-" Mike protested.

"Shut up and just enjoy something for once, Mike." Ness barked back. It wasn't like him to be aggressive, but Mike wouldn't admit he did like it.

Mike's cock was certainly bigger than Ness's. Ness was a little longer than average, but Mike was thicker. Ness took a shakey breath before he spat in his hands and stroked Mike. Mike dug his fingernails into the arm rests of the chair. He never had someone else touch him before.

After a few minutes, Ness shimmied himself and climbed on top of Mike.

"Ness!" Mike nearly fell backwards out of the chair. "What are you-" It was too late.

Ness sunk down onto Mike's cock, wincing at first with a grunt. Mike moaned, much louder than he had wanted. Ness let himself get settled before he started to rock his hips. Back and forth, back and forth...

It was a gorgeous sight to Mike. Ness, riding his cock, with his dick twitching and bouncing against his torso. It was better than any of the fantasies he had.

In fact... He decided to take advantage of this.

Mike dug his fingers into Ness's soft sides, and lifted him up. Just slightly.

"Mike-!" Ness moaned.

Mike then slammed Ness down, Ness's hole swallowing Mike's entire dick. Mike continued to use Ness like a flesh light. Ness leaned forward, burying his face into Mike's shoulder. He pathetically muffled his whimpers and moans, even his little "fuck"s or "oh Mike"s.

Mike grunted, louder and louder, as the wet sloppy sounds of Ness's ass smacking his pelvis echoed in that tiny, dark office.

"Do you know..." Mike growled. "How badly I've wanted this?" He said through gritted teeth.

Ness could feel Mike's cock begin to tense up. "H-Huh?" He whimpered.

"Fuck, Ness- Fuck-" Mike bit his lower lip as he pounded Ness even harder. Ness could only cry out louder and claw at Mike. Their moans melted together.

"Fuck, Ness, I like you, okay?!" Mike shouted. Another thrust. "I-" He huffed. "Fuck- I, Ness- I can't-" it was too late, he gave in to what he wanted. He pounded Ness's tight little ass until he came, filling it with hot cum.

Mike quickly relaxed, wrapping his arms around Ness's waist. He tried to catch his breath.

Ness's head was swimming. It felt so... So good. He never imagined... Especially since he was still sitting on Mike. "Mike... I-"

Snores came from mike. He was snoring.

Ness rolled his eyes. He made a mental note to nag at Mike to fix his sleep schedule. He sweetly kissed his temple. "I love you too."

And he remained like that, until the end of Mike's shift where they then both awkwardly tried to somehow fix their wardrobes. It was useless, and they both shambled out the pizzeria without uttering a word.

When they saw each other the next day at Sparky's, both struggled to make eye contact. Ness doodled a little heart on their receipt, and Mike signed it with a heart over the i in his name.

[jellyfishhutcherson]

me if you even care

[shorttransman]

Okay so- I've decided to post funny nsfw quotes from me an my bfs ✨spicy times✨ while he posts on his account our ✨spicy Scenarios✨

So for starters

"What would be our nonverbal safe word if we decided to get a gagball?"

"......freddy fazber- AUR AUR AUR AUR AUR-"

"ABSOLUTELY FUCKING N O T!"

[bunny-lingerie]

Caught during a smoke break ~ 🚬

Succubus Chica has been plaguing my mind as of late 😳

You can also view this on my Bluesky ;]

[33hei]

AWWW SHES SO CUTEEE I LOVE HER SO MUCH

[brainrot-hq]

He's soooo babygirl and I want his dick in my mouth

[ast4tarion]

mike / m!reader plsssss

i nned 2 b called pretty boy by mike pls 😭😭

on it boss! o7 i had a lot of fun w this one i usually try and keep the reader gender neutral for inclusivity but this was new and fun to write. I’m very much weak for sensitive men and consent check ins so i slipped both of those things in there <3 Mike was definitely walkin a lil funny after this one

[requests open]

cws; sub!mike, soft dom!reader, m!reader, petnames, light bondage, edging, frottage, dick worship, messy, praise

Mike had no idea how he’d ended up in this position. He wanted to make this special and about you, the two of you had been unable to have sex anytime recently because of schedule conflicts and he knew that you’d been very pent up; that pretty little cock of yours deserved some attention.

He’d tried to get you on your back and to relax, but you had other plans.

Which is why Mike was currently sat in a comfy cushioned chair next to the bed, his hands tied behind his back and his member at the mercy of your hands.

The worst part of the position for him was the fact that your dick was on full display as you sat on the edge of the bed right next to him. All he wanted to do was break free of his restraints and worship it, get you painfully hard and throbbing like he was in your hands.

Speaking of your hands, one was on his thigh and the other was on his cock. It was a loose fist, a feather-light touch that barely stroked him but was enough to get him whining and begging you to give him more.

Your fingertips more then anything slowly travelled up his length, tickling every vein and driving him crazy. With his hands behind his back he couldn’t thrust his hips in fear of loosing your fingers so he was forced to sit still and take what agonizingly slow friction you provided him.

The head was smeared in drippy precum and to say his cock was weeping was an understatement.

It was throbbing, harder and stiffer then he’d ever felt with his cockhead wet and flushed bright red from how badly it wanted to cum. It had been a full half an hour, painfully filled with your fist loosely and slowly dragging up, pumping faster and faster until cock twitched harder and he was moaning louder and louder and then you’d abruptly stop; the orgasm he’d been chasing gone.

He babbled incoherently, begging and doing his best to rut up into your hand.

“B-Baby, please, f-fuck….I need to….hnnng….I need to cum.”

His hair was stuck to his forehead with sweat, his entire face flushed red and his eyes hazily focused on you. “Do you now?”

You gave his dick a light squeeze, making him twitch. “How bad?”

He was on the brink of tears, his words coming out with a stutter every time you slowly dragged a single finger up and down.

“Mmmf…I-f-fuck, baby, my pretty boy, please, I n-need your hands, your mouth, your b-body please.”

You thought about it for a moment, rubbing his thighs. “You have been doing so well for me, how about a little reward?”

All he could make were desperate little noises of affirmation, groaning and nodding. You stood up from your place on the edge of the bed and scooted into his lap, your thighs on either side of his.

Your cocks touched which made him jump, he was staring down at your member with desperation and need.

You got comfortable, using his hips as a grabbing point to pull yourself as close as possible to his bare chest. You kept one hand gripping his waist, and one came up between the two of you to align your dicks and you grasped your fist around both of them, barely being able to wrap it around both.

You gave a little experimental thrust, your cock sliding wetly against his lubricated with his own leaked slick. You gave a couple more before Mike mumbled “yellow” your safeword to slow down and check in.

You stopped, cupping his face and looking up at him. “Whats up, love? Are the ropes too tight?”

He looked sheepish, avoiding your eye contact. “I think you should go get a towel, I, um, get things messy sometimes.”

Mike was a heavy cummer and had always been embarrassed about it, jumping to offer to clean up the mess he’d made on you or the bed. You found it incredibly attractive, loving to see just how much you could make his cock spurt from just your mouth or hands.

You caught his eyes, wiping some of his hair away from his forehead. “Good thing for you baby, I love messy.”

With that you squeezed your hand around both your members and started thrusting fast, bouncing in his lap and jerking his dick off with yours. The reaction was sharp and immediate, a loud gasp being ripped from his mouth at the fast pace.

Pleasure pooled in your own gut, thinking of getting to thrust this fast into his needy hole. He began thrusting up with you, rocking the chair you guys were in.

It was wet and slippery and quick, but it finally drove him over the edge.

He threw his head back, gasping with his mouth wide open. His cock twitched violently against yours, before thick white ropes of his seed erupted and shot up into the air. It kept coming, multiple gushes of hot sticky thick cum coating you and him and both your dicks until your lap was painted white.

You didn’t cum, but that was alright. This was mikes reward, and you reveled in the way he closer his eyes and let out a long sigh, all of his own pent up energy finally having seeped out.

You immediately reached behind him and quickly loosened the ropes so his hands were free, coming up and kissing the red marks were they were.

With his hands free he embraced you, pulling you into a tender kiss and finally getting to touch you.

“Oh you did so well baby, lasted so long, I’m so proud of you,” You mumbled to him, your laps a slippery sticky mess. “You ready for a shower?”

He smiled, his eyes slowly focusing back in from the haze of pleasure he was previously in. He looked down at your lap, his cock was softening but you’re was still fully erect and untouched except for the little bit of groping the two of you did earlier.

Mikes large hands travelled down your back, grabbing your ass and pulling you so that your own hard length was flushed against his stomach and your hole was spread. “Actually, how about we do something about that?”

You kissed him once more, it was going to be a long night.