#mike shmidt fanfic

[coryosbaby]

—ᴇʟᴇᴠᴀᴛᴏʀ.

Dark! Mike Shmidt x fem! family friend! Reader

♡ Content warning . mentions of a custody battle, enemies to lovers with no real explanation, stuck in an elevator trope — hard dom! Mike, oral (m recieving), pnv, doggy, , degradation, rough hate sex, creampie, breeding

“…And that is why, Mr… Shmidt. That is why, as of right now, we are placing Abby in this young lady’s care.”

Mike’s jaw clenches as he watches his own personal hell unfold before him. He watches you sign the custody form for Abby, watches the pink fur hat on top of your head and your dumb revealing sweater and your short skirt and wonders why in the hell the court would ever choose a slut like you over him to care for a child. You have a good job and experience in childcare, sure, but Mike knows you. You don’t know your right from your left (literally). What makes anyone think that you can take care of his little sister?

He clenches his fists at his sides. You have a smug look on your face, as if you’ve won the Cold War. You have a tendency to challenge Mike, but he never thought you’d take it this far. Keeping family out of your quarrels was always an unspoken agreement. Mike clears his throat, shoving down the anger blooming in his chest.

“Understood.” He mutters. “I’ll bring some of her stuff over as soon as possible.”

Smiling, you get up from your seat (one you had asked for after the first one was too hard, or some dumb shit).

“Great! I’m glad we have the matter settled.” And then, with an amused, despicable glint in your eye, “No hard feelings, Mikey.”

Mikey. A name he hasn’t heard from your lips in such a long, long time. He’s so close to doing the same thing that he did to that guy in the fountain to you. Never in his life has he ever been so provoked to hit someone. But he holds back, let’s out a breath of air, and says nothing. The lawyers around the both of you pack up, sensing the tension but not wanting to deal with it. You gather up your purse and pull out a tube of lipstick, reapplying it onto your lips through a compact mirror. Shutting it, you see that Mike is the only one in the room.

“Walk with me?” You ask, and Mike’s eyebrows furrow in confusion.

“What?”

“This whole building is filled with only men,” you infer, frowning. “I don’t like it. You’re the only one I trust.”

His eyes, enraged, look at you as he clenches his jaw.

“I wouldn’t.”

Rolling your eyes, you begin to walk out of the room. Mike trails behind you, ignoring the swaying of your curves as you open the glass door. He catches up to you in an instant, as you head for the elevator.

“This is low, you know. Even for you.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. This isn’t about me and you, Mike. It’s about Abby.”

He scoffs, as you both approach the big metal elevator at the end of the hallway. “Yeah, right. Because you’ve always had such a desire to be a mother.”

Turning to him as you press the down button in front of the elevator, your gaze is harsh.

“You don’t know me, Mike.”

Mike smiles, not a hint of amusement on his face.

“I know enough.”

And turning towards the elevator, he steps in. You follow him afterwards, rolling your eyes as the door slides shut.

After a few seconds, however, a groaning sound escapes from the confines of the small box. Eyebrows furrowing, your heart beginning to pound, you watch with horror as the emergency light flashes on the elevator wall. The contraption stops completely, and now you’ve come to terms with your worst nightmare.

Your stuck in this fucking elevator.

And as if God is punishing you, he also decides to stick you in this enclosed space with Mike fucking Schmidt.

You want to die.

Anxiety begins to plague you; not necessarily from being alone with Mike. More so of being stuck in a small room such as this. The claustrophobia is really not helping you right now.

“What the fuck?” Mike curses loudly. “Why the hell isn’t it working?”

“How the fuck should I know?” You snap, putting your head in your hands. You lean back against the nearest wall and slide down against it. Your bottom lip wobbles, your foot tapping anxiously, but you refuse to cry. Not here. Not in front of him.

Mike looks closely at you, his mouth forming into a frown.

“Are you crying?”

You quickly shake your head, embarrassment dripping off of you in waves as you conceal yourself. After a moment, you can hear the sound of Mike pulling out his cell phone. He researches the name of the building and types in their number.

“Hey,” he says to the person on the other line. “Yeah, we’re trapped in one of your elevators, man. It just stopped. I don’t know—“

He pauses, listening to the other person reply.

“Oh. Is there anyway that you can get it fixed… quicker? … of course, of course. I understand. Thank you.”

Hanging up the call, he groans, and slides down to the floor across from you.

“They said it’s done this before and it’ll be an hour before they can get it up and running again.”

A few stray tears fall from your face, and you sniffle. “Okay.”

Mike sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose with his fingers.

“Stop.” He mutters. “Stop crying. It’s pathetic.”

Your face crinkles up in anger and you wipe your eyes with your hands.

“Fuck you.”

Mike scoffs, turning his head to the side with a smirk on his face.

“Again?”

You growl, angrily typing on your phone on twitter as a way to ignore him.

Mike watches you with contempt. His eyes trail over your legs, thick thighs wrapped up in fishnet stockings. You’ve changed your hair color since you last saw him.

“Your hair looks nice,” he states, and you’re confused as to why he’s being nice for a moment. Until his mouth is dripping with malice and he says, “Abby likes that color.”

You scoff, flicking your acrylics as you attempt to wipe off the mascara that had run down your face.

“Whatever.” You say snarkily, and Mike’s head snaps towards you, his jaw clenching once again.

“Why are you such a bitch?” He seethes, as if he hasn’t been a complete dickhead for the past ten minutes. You shrug, slipping your coat off your shoulders. It’s become unbearably hot in here.

“Why are you so stupid?” You reply, then smirk. “Your iq must be as low as your height.”

“Oh, fuck you.” Mike growls, throwing his phone down next to him. “You’re so petty. You insult people like a child.”

“Maybe if you weren’t so full of it I wouldn’t have to.”

Mike’s fists clench at his sides, but he says nothing. But of course, you can’t keep your mouth shut.

“How have you been sleeping, by the way? Are you still…” You motion your hands as if you’re popping a pill into your mouth.

Mike’s jaw clenches tightly as he glares at you.

“That’s none of your business.”

“It kind of is, actually,” you press. “A pillhead taking care of a child is definitely a scandal.”

He doesn’t say anything. His fingers tap against the metal floor of the elevator.

“Don’t worry, though.” Smiling, you tilt your head. “Even if you hate me, Abby is going to be so much happier with me then she is with you.”

And with a head that whips around faster than lightening, Mike snaps.

He pushes himself up to his feet and gets down on his knees in front of you to grab your throat with his strong hand. Shaking you, gripping the sides of your neck like he intends to kill, he sneers.

“Say one more thing about it, you fucking slut. I dare you.”

You should be scared. But you’ve always loved a challenge, and right now seems to be a big one. You just smirk at him and peer through hooded lashes.

“Or what?” You mumble out. It’s hard to talk, or even breathe, but it doesn’t matter. Because as fucked up as it is, this is lowkey turning you on— but you aren’t going to admit that.

Leaning in closer to you so he can pierce through your eyes with his burning gaze, Mike chuckles dryly. A dangerous glint flashes through his eyes.

“Or I’ll fucking kill you.”

Something clenches in your stomach, and you can’t tell if it’s fear or arousal. Your vision is starting to blur, and with teary eyes you shake your head against his grip. He looks down to your chest before finally releasing you of his grasp. Your doe eyes look up at him with something Mike can’t quite place as you gasp for air and your nimble fingers begin to massage your throat.

And something switches in him, as he looks down at you. Watching you sit on the floor with your skirt riding up, your makeup all messy and smeared, your tits hanging out. He wants to make you hurt.

“Get on your knees.”

It’s less of a suggestion and more of a demand, and you’re taken aback.

“What?” You say, exasperated.

“Did I fucking stutter?” He reaches down, hands wrapping around your hair as he yanks you towards his handsome face. “Get. On. Your. Knees.”

Gulping, you look at the now prominent tent in his jeans, and back up to him. You move up onto your knees, just like he asked. He begins unbuckling his belt. Soon he slides it out of the belt loops and wraps it around your throat. You squeak when he ties the leather around your neck, and Mike gives it a tug as a way to check the sustainability. It doesn’t budge.

“Just like you need,” he grunts, letting go of the leather and beginning to unbutton his fly. “A leash. Some fucking discipline, for once.”

Watching with your mouth agape, Mike unzips his fly and reveals his underwear.

“Mike—“ you start, but he shuts you up when he hooks his thumbs around the waist of his briefs.

“Shut up.” He snaps. He pulls the fabric down, his thick cock slapping against his lower stomach. Everything is happening so quickly and it has your head spinning. He grabs the leather around your neck and tugs, practically shoving your face against his cock. His precum smears on your cheek and your pussy clenches.

“Suck it.” He says harshly. Your mouth, still open in an O, catches on Mike’s aching tip and he lets out a low hiss. He harshly presses his cockhead deeper into your mouth, grinding his hips as a way to push himself further into you. “I said suck it, bitch.”

You cry against him, but all the while your wetness is beginning to seep down your thighs. Your tongue lolls out against your own will, tasting a sliver of the cock you used to know so well.

“Fuck,” Mike grunts. His tip hits the back of your throat and you gag loudly. “Missed this slut mouth…”

His fingers wrap around the belt again, and he pulls forward. Your throat is already starting to feel sore from his harsh fucking. Your hands land on his thick hairy thighs, gripping the skin as you try your best to take him.

Even when you hate him, you can’t help but do your best to please.

“Always running that fuckin’ mouth,” Mike rants. “Always needing something to shut it the fuck up.”

You mewl around his cock, working your lips up and down against his awaiting thrusts. Tears fall freely down your cheeks, your neck and face incredibly hot. His heavy sack slaps against your chin with each hit. When you make a small, pained sound around him, the pressure on your throat causing a lot of pain, Mike just chuckles.

“Hurts, doesn’t it?”

Your head is fuzzy, your mind already fucked out. And like god answers your prayers, Mike finally, finally pulls you off of his length. You fall to the floor with a heaving cough as you try to gain oxygen back to your lungs. He grabs your limp body and flips you onto your stomach, his large hands taking hold of your thighs and pulling you up so your ass is in the air. He flips your skirt up, exposing you to the small space of the elevator and snapping the waistband of your panties against your skin.

“Such a little cocktease,” mike rants, his thumb rubbing over one of your asscheeks. “Always tryna’ rile me up. Aching for my attention.”

You whimper when he pulls down your lace underwear in one go, not even bothering to fully take it off and instead keeping it wrapped around your knees. He spreads your asscheeks in his hands, watching your asshole clench and your pussy drip with need.

“Been real quiet since I fucked your throat,” he continues, and you hear rusting behind you. “Guess I finally figured out a way to shut you up.”

And when his pants are down to his thighs and his bare cock presses against your entrance, you drool onto the dirty floor below you. Mike’s cock stretches your tight walls ruthlessly, and he doesn’t hesitate to push fast into you so he can fuck you sooner. His big hand splays across the back of your head and pushes you down onto the floor tiles, your cheek cold from the material touching your skin. His grip is mean, cold, and he begins to pound you with no remorse, no mercy, no sympathy. You cry as his hips slap against your backside, mutters of “Mikey, please, Mikey,” spilling from your cockdrunk lips. His hands wrap around his belt, the one around your neck, and he pulls it taut against your throat. You choke, gasping for breath, and your vision blurs. His breath is hot against your ear as he utters out another set of words.

“Such a good little fuckhole…I missed it, shit.”

Your hand wraps around the belt to loosen his hold. He lets up, but his thrusts do not. Your knees ache and will probably bruise later, but’s it’s worth it. You can feel he’s close by the way he keeps slurring his filthy words, the way his thrusts begin to stutter. Your eyes widen as his cum shoots deep into your womb, filling you up and spilling over the rim of your pussy. He collapses against you, and you yourself have already collapsed against the floor with your body arching at an almost impossible angle. Mike slips out of you, watching the way his cum drips down your thighs, and lets out a chuckle.

“Guess you’ll have another kid to take care of now.”

notes: this is absolutely terrible, take it as u will

[jealousjersey]

josh futturman bf hcs 📎

some oddly specific. fluff and smut

★ stays in the bathroom sitting on the closed toilet seat while you shower because he’s not done telling you about his day

★ laughs in the middle of intimate moments because of how ridiculous it looks for him to be dating you. he thinks you’re way out of his league

★ can’t keep his hands off of youuuuu he worships the ground you walk on

★ loves period sex, he did his research and knows it’s good for cramps, so why should he let you go through that pain? ;)

★ takes you out to places even though half of the time you end up paying for it. eh, it’s the thought that counts.

★ can’t determine if a stranger is flirting with him until you tell him later that day

★ will attempt to fuck you in any position, he watched a porno of this guy doing really odd positions on the girl so he tries to mimick them. once he fell off the bed.

★ first date you two had he walked straight into a trashcan. you think that’s where you fell in love with him.

★ teaches you how to play different video games. once he yelled at you on accident for getting his character killed and loosing his rank but afterwards he cried for 20 minutes from guilt

★ pretty vanilla in bed, when you suggested spanking he got flustered and said “but i don’t wanna hurt you”

★ let’s you stack donuts on it/wrap fruit roll ups around it/let you hold it while he pisses just because you wanted to

★ “would you still love me if i was a napkin” texts from him

★ thought that a beauty blender was a sex toy

★ makes you order his food in restaurants, he just points at a thing on the menu and mouths “please”

★ matching wallpapers, profile pictures, necklaces, bracelets, stuffed animals…pretty much anything you could think of he wants a matching one with you.

★ spills popcorn on the floor in the movie theater, scoops it all up in his hands so the workers don’t get mad at him

★ wears the shirt that says “don’t bully me i’ll cum :(“ to bed

★ has a “i heart hot moms” tapestry in his room

★ cried at the end of “endgame”

★ called the teacher “mom” on accident in highschool, he’ll never hear the end of it.

★ prefers cats to dogs, his reasoning is “cats won’t rat you out to the cops”

★ prefers slow sex that’s realistically a playlist long. probably listening to the weeknd, bryson tiller, and chase atlantic. not music he’d listen to regularly but it really gets him in the mood

★ first time you had sex with him he came in less than 3 minutes

[daydream-believin]

uh oh im gonna commit a cardinal sin real quick and repost art when i have no clue who drew it. look you just need to see it okay i’ve been thinking about it with sad wet eyes all month and it’s one of the top inspirations for. all this. geez…

anyway @spirit-of-the-hollow *ding ding ding ding* congrats you’ve just done today’s Secret Slime Action [Figure It Out, 1997]

man i didnt even send any of this to my beta-reader. if you see this im sorry 😅 proceed with caution and if you don’t like it meet me in the back of the 7/11 to fight (you know, discord lmao)

warnings: suggestive like a couple times. that 18+ ain’t indicative of any smut sorry

SO!

Touch-starved Headcanons for One Michael Afton (18+MDNI)

* oh 100% you know his ass is touched-starved af

* okay i know i only mentioned this on ao3 but LMAO same. but as i’ve said in fic before, it makes your brain a little stupid

* but the thing about mikey is he so deeply believes he doesn’t deserve it. or at least, that he’s not a person that physical affection should be given to

* so when you start showering him in love it’s a bit confusing to him at first

* at first it’s just all the gentle subtle little touches. he’s half convinced it’s all in his head and you’re just like that with everyone. but wait, no you’re not. he watches you (perhaps a little more than he should. babygirl get off those security cameras) and no one else gets the treatment he does

* a comforting back touch here, a purposeful brush of hands there. driving him up the wall.

* no one else is getting their hair combed through with your fingers and their tie straightened. no one else has your arm casually draped over their shoulder when you stand/sit beside them.

* what does it mean? WHAT DOES IT MEAN

* it means you love him, dumbass

* and once mike realizes that he just gets so flustered

* you grabbing his hand to press a quick peck to the top of his knuckles? face on fire. you know, if he had blood to warm him

* you like him? youre flirting with him??

* hold his hand and do the thumb strokey thing. it turns his brain off.

* if you see michael hanging around, come up behind him and tap his shoulder to get his attention. he startles a bit (its cute) but once he realizes its just you and not a blood-thirsty animatronic he’s always so happy to see you. you don’t have to say anything, just tap the mask he’s wearing and he’ll move it to let you give him a little kiss. or two. or three. with the mask held up to hide the two of you of course. just like the movies. and there’s no need for the kids to see you snogging (eww, yucky!)

* and when you stop holding his hand, when you stop kissing him, it feels like you just branded him. the phantom feeling of your touch lingers. he’ll still be thinking about it long after you’ve left the room.

* a real turning point, a hallmark in your relationship, when you hugged him one night, and pressed your entire body into his, and he practically melted into you in turn. and then he didn’t want to let go, so he didn’t. but then you didn’t either. so you two just stayed there, embracing so close your shadow looked like only one person. he could feel your heartbeat against his empty chest and that’s when he really cemented it into his brain that he may have some bigger feelings than he wanted to, like he loves you loves you.. oh no… (i’d go on.. but spoilers lol)

* still, he just can’t believe it’s him. smelly rotting accidentally-fratricidal zombies shouldn’t have people who love them like that and definitely shouldn’t have people willing to touch them. you’re a loony bird, that’s what.

* but once he’s accepted that you’re actually into him and he gets nice and comfy in the relationship? hooo boy

* more like hoe boy— *sound of me getting shot and falling off stage*

* you’ve replaced half his thoughts. instead of reliving his most horrible memories 24/7, now he takes ample breaks to relive moments where your hungry hands were getting their fill. and your sweet face and voice amd personality too of course. but damn, touch him and all he wants is more.

* hands on you always. whether he does it absent-mindedly just so he can reassure himself you’re there, or whether he does it very much on purpose? he’s just a very touchy-touchy man for no goddamn reason (my mans can’t even get it up.. yet. everbody say thank you remnant healing 0////0)

* not like you don’t love every second of it though. “oh no my boyfriend won’t stop giving me affection” literally the most non-problem ever. like get out of here

* ever at the counter? making food at home or standing around the prize booth at the pizzeria? doesn’t matter where, there is a 90% chance you will wind up wrapped in his arms. michael adores holding you, nuzzling his face in your neck, right on those sensitive arteries. it’s pretty distracting, ngl

* and you know what? you get it. seeing michael just standing there, perfect prey for a ‘surprise’ hug from behind? you can’t resist the instinct either. it’s a ton of fun to hang on him and make him lose focus on whatever he’s doing. two can play at that game. and he loves it when you hold him, he absolutely lives for it. it makes him feel safe for once in this miserable horror game y’all call a life

* if y’all are at home? he lets you nose nuzzle him. even if he’s only got like less than half a nose at this point, still lets you rub your snoot all up in his. he’ll even initiate every now and then. it’s especially adorable

* sometimes you just lie on your back in bed or on the couch for some rest, and michael nestles himself on top of you, resting his head on your chest to hear your heartbeat. he loves your heartbeat. and sometimes you’ll hold his face in your hands, letting your thumbs trail over his cheekbones as he gazes up at you softly. and sometimes… uh.. well look he is in between your legs here too so. don’t look at me.

* ah but speaking of cuddles. you are now a giant hot water bottle. every night he sleeps with as much of his body draped over you as he possibly can, doesnt matter what position you sleep in, mikey is a fucking koala and you are the last eucalyptus tree in queensland

* at least he’s pretty cool. like you might be a giant hot water bottle but he’s a cooling weighted blanket. that corpse chill is pretty great for beating the utah heat

* so yeah. in conclusion. like. give him just a little taste of that sweet physical touch love language and he’s gonna go bonkers. totally mental, as he might say.

[scarisd3ad]

The night before Christmas - promptmas day 11

Pairing - mike afton/Schmidt x reader, Abby + mother figure!reader

Warnings - none

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On the night before Christmas, everything seemed to be in chaos. As I got ready to tuck Abby into bed, I found myself running around trying to accomplish everything at once - cooking, cleaning, and doing all the household chores. Suddenly, I found myself in need of a dustpan. “MIKE! Do you know where the dustpan is?!” I shouted from the kitchen. “NOPE! Look in the bathroom!” he replied from the couch. I couldn’t help but feel a bit frustrated with his lack of help. As I passed by the living room on my way to the bathroom, I heard a sigh and the sound of the couch squeaking as Mike got up. As I picked up the dustpan, I felt a gentle arm on my shoulder.

I turn to see Mike’s apologetic look. “What do you need me to do?” he asks softly. I sigh before handing him the dustpan. “Can you sweep the kitchen...and check on the potatoes? I need to tuck Ab in,” he chuckles as he nods. “y’know she doesn’t need to be tucked in. She’s 10,” I shrugged. There was nothing wrong with still being tucked in at 10. Hell, my mom was still reading my sister and me books to sleep at that age.

When I walked into Abby’s room, she was sitting at her desk in her pajamas with a crayon in her hand as she drew. “Alright, Ab time for bed,” I declared. She looks up at me as she drops the crayon in her hand. She sighs “Alright.”

After tucking Abby in, she looked up at me asking, “Do you think Santa knows I want a 64-pack of crayons? I didn’t put it on my list?” I nod. There was a pack secretly tucked away in Mike and I’s closet paired with a pack of the nice sketch paper she liked. “Yeah, Santa he knows everything even if you don’t tell him” Her eyes widen in fear “So he knows about the-“ I quickly nod to shut her up “Yup he knows about that. Just go to bed, alright?” she sighs as her head leans further into her pillow.

After Abby had turned off the lights and we knew she was asleep, Mike and I ended up lying on the living room floor amidst all the gifts, wrapping paper, and tape. By the end of the night, there was tape stuck to parts of our clothing that we couldn’t see, and there were about 5 million presents messily wrapped under the Christmas tree.

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[coryosbaby]

content warning . Succubus! Reader, nsfw content below the cut

Luring Mike from the chaos of a friend’s party he had decided to attend, your glowing red eyes trapping him inside your powerful gaze. Nodding your head towards an empty bedroom, enticing the boy with your hips as you move towards it. His steps becoming ever so heavy as he trails behind you, fixated.

Wrapping yourself around him, throwing your head back as his aching cock fills you. His eyes, glazed and hypnotized, scraping over your form as he bites his lower lip. Running your hands through his sandy brown hair, licking at his lips with an intense ferocity. Your teeth, ever so sharp, scraping against his jugular. Delicious, sweet man flesh.

It would be so easy to rip out his throat, now. You could drink from his veins, drain his life away and make it your own. You could wait until he orgasms, that way he’d taste oh so sweeter, and you could lick up his creamy spend from his then flaccid cock. It could be perfect that way.

But…he’s different from the other ones. Looking at him now— strong, hairy chest, brown doe eyes, blushing face— you don’t want to kill him just yet. Especially not when his girthy length is fucking you so good; he’s thrusting in from below you, sweet sounds whining from his throat, utters of, “please,” “so beautiful” “let me cum inside you” falling from his kiss bitten lips. His fingers reach down to play with your clit— oh, he’s not a greedy one, is he? No, no, he likes to please…loves to please. Something powerful surges through you when he makes you cum. If the lights flicker uncontrollably, Mike is too fucked dumb to notice.

He’s trying to make you cum again. At the last minute, right when you’re on the edge of your orgasm, he draws his hand away. His thrusts don’t slow— in fact they increase. Your nails draw blood on his shoulders, and you hiss.

“Little mortal.. playing games, hm?”

A guttural moan rips through his throat, but not before the grin forms on his plump mouth.

“Love to play games.”

His finger goes up to play with your bottom lip, but you push it away.

“I wouldn’t do that,” you warn. “I might bite.”

He laughs— a deliberate, real laugh— and something flutters in your inhuman heart.

“Maybe I do, too.”

[jealousjersey]

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꩜ boyfriend!dom!josh futturman uses a vibrator on you for the first time blurb

꩜ tags // josh futturman x reader, vibrator using, smut, 18+ fanfic, futureman fanfic, porn without plot

꩜ mentions // hitachi wand, sub!reader, toy usage, whimpering, moaning, twitching, quivering, whispering, pillow talk, dirty talk, praise, fingering, eating out

꩜ a/n // i love writing for futturman ugh and im gonna write a sub!josh futturman x dom!reader soon fr. and i know he’s a total bottom but let a girl dream pls and i know this is short forgive me

it’s 2:46am, your boyfriend josh has been sleeping all day but god he looks so hot with his messy hair and his mouth slightly open, you wish it was you who his mouth was on.

josh jolts awake, mumbling something about biotic wars? he keeps talking about that game. you always shrug it off. “you finally awake?” you say to him.

his sleep sweat always gets you, his musky scent seems like the best thing you’ve ever smelled. you always worried why you liked that so much, maybe it’s the pheromones or maybe you just need to fuck him.

“oh hey, yeah i’m awake” he rubs his eyes and stretches his left arm after a yawn. “but why are you awake? it’s late you should’ve been asleep hours ago” he teases you. you loved it when he did that but now wasn’t the time, you’re so turned on it’s borderline hurting. you need some release.

“need you. badly” you basically whimper, when did you start to sound so desperate? you don’t know, all that’s clouded in your mind is that new hitachi wand you bought. “get my vibrator out of the drawer please” you beg.

“oh so you’re needy for the wand, huh? not even me?” he teases you. “you’re the one who made me like this. you’re so hot” you tease back.

he gets the vibrator out the top drawer and holds it above your head. “think you can reach it?” he says as you almost jump for it.

“strip for me and maybe you can have it” he says. immediately you take off your panties and his eyes darken with lust as he stares between your legs.

his eyes meet your wet pussy, he’s drooling at the site of it. “god, you’re perfect.” he says as he plugs in the hitachi wand, putting it on the highest setting and meeting your clit.

the vibrations make you quiver. josh chuckles as he sees you squirm, moving the wand around to hear your little whimpers that keep getting louder.

“be quiet like a good girl if you want to cum” he mumbles as he enters his fingers inside you, the wand still on your clit. the site of your cunt leaking is enough to send him into a spiral

“god you look so perfect like this.” he says softly just enough for you to hear him. his fingers fidget inside of you making you whimper. “fuck, please let me cum- i’ve been good” you moan softly as the vibrations score through your sensitive clit.

“not yet baby, this amuses me.” he says as he smirks slightly, almost cooing you. he takes the vibrator off of your now puffy clit and he brings his mouth to it, now sucking on it as his fingers pump inside you, curling gently around your gspot. you moan as he softly bites your clit. it hurt but god it was good.

josh sits the vibrator on the bed still on, as he eats you out, his tongue licks a thick line along your pussy, his saliva mixing with your wetness making a perfect lube for his fingers to slip inside you. he wants to fuck you but this is your night.

you’re so filled with pleasure you’re seeing stars, so close and to release your hands are gripping his hair. “can i please cum now- i’ve been so good” you basically yell, now begging.

“cum for me. you’ve been good” he says to you as his mouth is on you, and at his permission you cum in his mouth, josh licks up all of your release. his head comes up from under you, his face glistening with your cum. god he looks so hot soaked in you.

[jealousjersey]

long nights ˙ ✩°˖ ⋆｡˚꩜

mike schmidt ooey gooey fluff hcs for @janitorhutcherson my beloved 🦕

mike ✩ makes you diy gifts for small anniversary’s, he never forgets one. for the big ones, years and what nots, he makes sure to work longer shifts to take you out

mike ✩ takes late night walks with you when you can’t sleep, he doesn’t mind that he’s so tired he can barely keep his eyes open while doing so. he just wants to make you happy, even if it means staying up a few more hours

mike ✩ is a writer, well, for you he is. he writes you love letters to put in your lunch box before you go to work.

mike ✩ gives you his clothes, he thinks you look so lovely in them, with his fitting tshirt hangs off your frame. when you borrow his sweatpants, he makes sure to leave notes in the pockets for you.

mike ✩ plays board games with you and abby even though he sucks at them and abby always wins. it doesn’t matter who won or not, as long as all 3 of you are together.

mike ✩ always makes time for you, no matter what, when, or where. if you need him, he always picks up the phone.

mike ✩ watches movies with you during the day when he’s off work, he holds you close to him and whispers sweet things in your ear as he runs his fingers through your hair

mike ✩ watches the stars with you when they’re out, every time a plane goes by he thinks it’s a shooting star so he wishes, he always wishes for you.

mike ✩ who doesn’t have a lot of money to get you expensive things, so instead he either makes gifts or gets you the cheapest necklaces from the supermarket. it doesn’t matter the cost or the quality, just the thought.

mike ✩ who challenges you in mario kart, knowing you’ll loose to him. he always makes up for it, giving you kisses and cuddles afterwards to make that fake pout on your face go away

mike ✩ hates making pillow forts with you and abby, although both of you love it, mike unfortunately can’t fit into it.

mike ✩ wakes up early to watch the sunrise with you. he makes you a cup of coffee in the morning to get you going.

mike ✩ tucks your hair behind your ear when you stare at him with your beautiful eyes, he thinks your hair looks better that way.

mike ✩ takes naps with you after a long day, holding you close to his chest and kissing your forehead softly. he wraps his big arms around you the entire night, afraid you’ll fade away if he even dares to let go.

mike ✩ keeps a photo booth picture of the tw of got in his wallet at all times

mike ✩ kisses all over your face, making you giggle and squirm while whispering “such a pretty baby”, “i love you baby” , etc

[jealousjersey]

౨ৎ⋆˚౨ “be a good boy” ৎ⋆｡౨ৎ

ᡣ𐭩 request by anon

ᡣ𐭩 sub!clapton x dom!reader

ᡣ𐭩 mentions // “good boy” , “mommy”, fem reader, female parts

ᡣ𐭩 tags // clapton davis x reader, soft!dom , edging, use of “mommy” as referred to reader, pet names , begging , unprotected p in v (wrap it) , oral sex, reader giving , dick sucking , cum drinking , blurb!

clapton has always teased you. whether it was your hair, your clothes or just you in general. and god it was pissing you off. you knew it had to root from some sick crush he has on you but it went so much deeper than that.

that is until you got to be alone with him. it’s like as soon as he came over to your house for some project, he was putty in your hands

“god….just please fuck me” he whimpers as your lips wrap about his tip, using your tongue as you swipe it just on his slit, causing precum to drip out of him.

“you know, you’ve been really bad these last few months, do you think you deserve to be punished? it’s only fair, don’t you think?” you remove your mouth from him and kiss his shaft, leaving lip gloss marks on the parts of him you can’t take in your mouth.

“y- yes mommy. i’ve been bad, please- please punish me. i’ll be a good boy for you….ill be your good boy” he whimpers, his hand almost desperate to push your head down to engulf his aching cock before he stops himself.

“now tell me, do you think you deserve to cum baby? tell me. do you think you deserve it?” you say, no remorse behind your eyes. you love seeing him like this, sweaty and down bad for you.

he shakes his head slowly as a look of defeat washes over him. he knows he doesn’t deserve to be inside you but god, how he wants it so badly. he’ll do almost anything for the taste of your cum.

“but i’ll spare you. i’ll fuck you, but you’ll have to be quiet if you want to cum, can you do that for me? be quiet for me?” you say as you press a kiss on his tip.

“y- yes…mommy.. uh - i…i can do that” he whimpers. but god knows he can’t keep quiet to save his life, always little whimpers and noises coming out of him. you remove your panties, the wetness pooling out of you. you push him back on the bed as you sit comfortably on his throbbing cock, making him whimper at the sensation of being inside your soft wet pussy

his eyes fall to the site of your thighs wrapped around him, his face turning red as he starts bouncing you on top of him, expertly hitting your gspot each time. “i- am- am i being good for you-?” he whimpers as his hands grip your hips, his eyes rolling back in his head as his jaw goes slack.

you look at him, grasping his chin with your hand, making him look at you. “look at me while i use you, let me ruin you. gonna make you such a little slut for me” you say. “gonna be my little whore right?” you say, still gripping his chin with your thumb and index finger, waiting for a response.

“m-mhm, yeah. gonna be your slut- oh fuck mommy-“ he says, his dick twitching inside of you, signaling he’s about to cum.

but god, he’s been so bad these last few weeks you can’t let him off that easily. you remove yourself from off top of him, watching your own release pool out of him, directly on his dick.

he immediately whimpers “no no no, please mommy- come back please…i need to cum- please mommy i’ve been so good” his voice is high and needy, his eyes are worried and panicked.

god, you can’t say no to him. you wrap your plus lips over the head of his dick, bobbing on his dick. your eyes dart up at him- his jaw is slack and his eyes are rolled deep in his head,

“fuck- yes…please mommy, god please.” he whimpers as a loud grunt escapes him. “be quiet if you want to cum” you say, mouth still full of his cock.

he quiets at your request, only letting small soft moans escape his lips. you take his full shaft. after a few moments you feel his hands grip your hair, and his dick twitching in your mouth.

“f- fuck i….m’gonna cum-“ he moans as he thrusts into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat. thank god you don’t have a gag reflex.

soon enough thick white warmness shots down your throat, drinking up every bit of his cum. he removes himself from your mouth, you truly drank every last drop of him. short and quiet “thank you”s leave him as he pants.

you wish he would talk back more often.

[jealousjersey]

can you write more for peeta? thanks :)

pent up smut blurb

a/n : “can you write more peeta” “you don’t post for peeta” “can you write for peeta” “we need more peeta” LISTEN IM WORKING ON IT PLS BELIEVE ME

tags : peeta mellark, peeta x reader, peeta mellark x reader, peeta mellark smut, gender neutral reader, no gender specified, anon requested, pubic hair mentioned, hole are being used, big bick peeta moment

there’s one thing about peeta that everybody knows: he fucks good and hard. of course it’s not your favorite that people know dick boyfriend is good in bed…but hell, if you get dick like that every night; who the hell cares

peeta comes home in a rush, after a long shift he needs the release of you sucking him into your tightness. just the thought alone makes him shiver and almost cum in his pants

out of all the people he’s been with, you’re the only one who can fuck him dry and he never complains.

peeta bursts into the room, seeing you on the couch reading some fuckass book you got as a gift. he looks over at you and practically pounces on you, covering your neck in kisses and love bites. god, is making bread that stressful? you have to question as your mind fills with blurs.

“you have no fuckin clue how badly i needed this baby…” he says, voice harsh and eyes dark with lust you’ve only seen in exaggerated movies.

“bad day?” you moan, his teeth sinking into your neck. the way your soft skin bruises under his control shakes him, turning him on even more than he thought was possible. he hums into your neck lazily, already drunk on you before he even has a taste.

you start to strip for him, pulling your shirt and shorts off. his eyes have a new hunger in them; the taste of your release flooding memories into his brain.

you spread out for him, laying on your back on the lumpy couch. the way his body looks above you is something out of a renaissance painting, and god is it beautiful.

his hands roam around your body, feeling every withering inch of your plush skin. his calloused hands leave soft scratches along your thighs, parting them for him.

he strips his belt off, filling the room with a “whip” noise that turns you on ben more than peetas neediness,

as his pants come down his boxers strain with a tent, aching to be let out and touched. you take his boxer elastic and hook your fingers in the hem, pulling them down.

his dick springs out and it’s the most beautiful sight you’ve ever seen; red, hot and dripping with precum. he sucks his teeth as the cold air hits him, his pretty dick just begging to be touched.

you spread your legs for him and he groans, seeing you drip for him gives him all the encouragement. he slips himself inside of you and a guttural moan escapes him.

“fuck you’re so tight” he whimpers, moving back and forth to get a steady pace while also keeping mind of where your gspot is.

“fuck you’re so big” you reply, gasping in surprise. this isn’t the first, second, or even the tenth time you’ve had sex with him but the excitement never leaves, every time feels new.

he starts thrusting in and out of you harder, loosing control of his pace. you cry out in pleasure, tears dripping down your cheek from how intense it all is.

“f-fuuck” he moans loudly, keeping his hands around your hips as he sees the mess you are, the mess he made, his mess. peeta can never get enough of seeing you fucked out for him

his dick twitches inside your tight hole and his movements speed up faster than you thought they could, racing in and out of you just destined for his pubic hair to leave a burn on your subtle skin.

you’re clenching around him as he repeatedly hits your g spot, pushing you almost over the edge. “i’m close…m’so close” you whimper. his thumb comes up and wipes the tear from your face

“just a few more okay? can you be good for me and do that? yeah…course you can” he moans with his head in your neck, his sweat dripping down on you making a salty puddle on your chest

you nod, completely overwhelmed and overstimulated by the feeling he’s causing you. he takes his hand and uses his thumb to rub over your stomach, gently pushing down - making you take him even more.

he places both of his hands on each part beside l your head to keep himself elevated. you moan loudly his name to keep yourself from cumming too soon.

“fuck i’m close baby, let me feel you, cum all over my dick, yeah? yeah…” he groans. at his words you instantly come over edge, cleaning around him and letting your release come.

he groans at the newfound wetness you brought and his hips stutter. you feel a warm liquid fill you and you know he’s finished now. he pulls out after a moment and lays beside you.

after a moment of panting and coming down, you have the guts to say

“you really do fuck like they say”

[jealousjersey]

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ ⊹₊.༄ pussy pleaser ⊹₊｡₊°❀⋆ೃ࿔*:･

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𓇼 ࣪ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ⭒ 𓆡 ⭒ㅤ𓈒ㅤׂ 🫧 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𓇼 ࣪ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ⭒ 𓆡 ⭒ㅤ𓈒ㅤׂ 🫧 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𓇼 ࣪𓆡 ⭒ㅤ𓈒ㅤׂ 🫧

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ mike schmidt eats you out

a/n: IM BACKKKKK probably won’t post as much, been busy af. more of a short blurb but i promise longer fics coming soon!

mentions: afab fem pronoun reader x munch!mike. cum eating, pussy eating,

˖°𓇼🌊⋆🐚⋆.ೃ࿔*:･˖°𓇼🌊⋆🐚⋆.ೃ࿔*:･˖°𓇼🌊⋆🐚

mikes been obsessed with you since you started babysitting for him. something about you in being in those tight leggings drove him mad. he keeps wondering how you taste, how you look naked, and what your orgasm face looks like. the thought alone consumes him. it gets especially bad when he’s working night shifts, staring at a picture of you from your social media for hours on end, just wondering how you look from his point of view, preferably with his face between your legs.

tonight mike comes home from work to you, sitting on the couch awake. you had already put abby to sleep and you were just up fucking around, reading a book or watching a movie, whatever the case, he’s just glad your awake.

seeing you nearly burns a whole through his jeans, just by looking at your fat ass in your tight leggings he’s already soaking with precum. you consume every waking thought he has.

“hey, surprised you’re still awake” he says softly, noticing the quietness of the room.

“yeah, i tried going to sleep on your couch but i just couldn’t” you say, eyes heavy as you yawn

“do you want me to help you…get to sleep?” he asks, almost innocently. his eyes are full of concern and lust. he needs to taste you. even if it’s just once.

as he says this you have a confused look on your face. “how?” you ask innocently

“i’m gonna eat you out.” he says nervously yet firmly. he needs to do this and he won’t take no for an answer.

“if you insist” you laugh as mike leads you to his room. as soon as you sit on his bed he rips your pants off of you and pulls your panties down just enough so he can lick a thick strip down your folds. you yelp at the warmth of his tongue on you.

mikes eyes are filled with lust and desire as he stares at your cunt, soaking wet. “holy fuck” he whispers at the sight of you. it’s more than he imagined, he worships your pussy. mike can’t get enough of your taste. he pushes his tongue deep inside you as his fingers rub your clit.

mike removes his tongue from you as he suctions himself onto your clit. his fingers curl inside you as you moan softly. “oh fuck mike” you moan softly, his free hand instinctively covers your mouth, muffling you as you bite on his finger, trying your best not to be loud but god you can’t help it.

“mike im gonna cum” you whimper through his hands, still muffling you. you feel him smile as his teeth brush against your clit. he curls his fingers inside you once more, the sensation being all you needed to cum all over his face. he moans unashamed. he gets more pleasure out of this than you think. mike sits up, his face glistening with your liquids. he smiles as he wipes his face with your underwear.

this really was the best sleep aid for you. you don’t even bother to clean yourself up, knowing mike will do it. you start to fall asleep as he gets you dressed in his clothes.

[jealousjersey]

𐙚₊˚⊹♡”fuck you”⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

ᯓ★ tags : gn!soft!dom!reader x sub!clapton davis. requested by anon.

ᯓ★ enemies to lovers (been wanting to write one of these for so long. tysm anon for bringing me back, i am so unmotivated rn)

ᯓ★ mentions : soft-dom reader x sub clapton davis, edging, degrading kink, vulgar language, unprotected sex, cream pies, both reader and clapton are of age. keep it 18+ guys, porn with plot, mostly just jersey horny rambling

everything is doing well in your last period AP biology class, except one thing. your lab partner is clapton davis. the one person in this school you don’t get along with. he annoys you and teases you whenever he can, honestly you don’t even know how he got into honors classes, you weren’t even sure he was going to college, but that’s none of your business right now.

“hey loser” clapton sits beside you and smacks his gum in his mouth. you hate when he does that, or anything really. “do you have any idea what we’re doing? i’ve been confused this entire time” he says genuinely. for the first time in his life he actually wants to ask for help.

“uh yeah, we’re just supposed to research stem cell differentiations. it’s easy don’t worry we can get this done in like 20 minutes” you say confidently. you actually have no idea how to go about this project but honestly it doesn’t matter.

“oh, okay. are we gonna do the project at my house or yours?” he asks, almost nervous to ask.

“mine is fine” you say as his face turns a light shade of pink from the invitation. he quickly hides his face, and especially the blush creeping up on his cheeks.

“you know, you’re pretty cute when you’re quiet” you tease. obviously trying to get under his skin.

“s-shut up. just shut up” he sutters, the pink still on his cheeks. this makes you giggle, seeing how he just melts when you take charge, when over something as simple as directing a project.

after the bell rings, you get out of your chair and pack your things up, clapton frantically says “hey, wait up-”

you take your earbud out and reply with a simple “hm?”

“am i riding with you- or-?” he asks, almost unsure about the situation.

“yeah, you can ride with me. just- wipe your shoes before you get in my car” you say as you lead him out to the parking lot to your forest green dodge charger srt. he’s almost in awe of your car. he now knows why you asked that of him.

as you two ride to his house, you notice something. is he fucking hard right now? you think as your eyes gaze at his bulge in his pants. you let out a small chuckle on accident.

“what?” clapton asks, repositioning himself to where his package isn’t on full display. he now knows you know, and god is he embarrassed. his cheeks are bright red as his leg bounces up and down

“you- you got something in your pants clapton” you laugh. obviously teasing him at this point.

“just- just drive, okay?” he says, face pink as a beam of sweat falls from his forehead. god he’s cute when he’s nervous.

as you both arrive at your house, he goes inside with his bookbag on. you lead him to your room, a minimalist decorated with colorful art on the walls. your room looks like a museum, well it a museum had a tv and a cd player- but nonetheless, your room was nice and clapton liked it. he especially liked the vanilla scent in your house.

“so- let’s address it, why did you get all hot and bothered in my car?” you mention, and it’s obvious now. he’s blushing like crazy, just like a little sub. it’s really adorable actually, but you just want to see how far you can take this.

he doesn’t respond, but his bulge is back. and you just have to take care of this, before any work can get done. “you want some help?” you offer as you smile teasingly. he just nods his head up and down acceptingly, he needed this, especially after you teasing him almost made him cum in his pants.

you unbuckle his jeans and he whimpers at the touch of you. god he was such a little bottom for you, just putty in your hands. as you get his pants off, you notice the precum leaking through his boxers and you immediately get turned on by the sight. you imagine the taste of his cum and how his dick would feel twitching inside of you.

you take his throbbing dick out of his boxers, he’s average but girthy. the tip is bright pink, soaked in precum. as you hold his cock on your hands you rub your thumb over his slit. he twitches instantly. “fuck, please- please fuck me” he whimpers. you smile at the sound of his groans for you. “you gonna be a good boy? gonna listen to me and do what i say?” you ask.

“fuck…yes i’ll be a good boy….just for you.” he says as he bucks his hips into your hands. you smile at his response, just what you wanted to hear. you sit on his cock and bouncing up and down, overstimulating him as his jaw goes slack as he moans softly “fuck…fuck yes…god you feel s’good” his eyes roll back in his head as his dick twitches inside you

“fuck, fuck- i’m- gon- gonna cum” he stammers. “cum inside, you’ve been a good boy.” you reply.

he shoots hot thick lines of cum inside you, filling you up. he’s so far inside you that there’s not even a chance of him for you to leak out. he basically bred you, but god it felt so good.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀

[jealousjersey]

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ˖ ⊹ ࣪ ˖”come home”⊹ ࣪ ˖ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ⊹ ࣪ ˖

☆ tags // mike schmidt x reader, loser!mike x dom!gn!reader,

☆ mentions // mike is a needy loser who begs for your attention, dick sucking, edging, cum drinking, reader doms mike, angst, fluff, smut, needy and desperate mike, reader has like wrapped around their finger., missionary, unprotected p in v (wrap it) minors dni 18+

☆ a/n // i still love writing for mike schmidt this is heaven ty lou

your work has been consuming you, working long hours, barely coming home on time, sleeping all until your next shift and just being busy. your boyfriend, mike, hates it. he hates that you’re never home, he hates that he never sees you, and he hates that you two haven’t had sex in weeks.

he’s been a brat about it ever since you took more hours, and he never took the time to realize that you’re only working so hard to provide for things he’d want, i mean, you are the house breadwinner. ever since his pizzeria secrurity job ended you’ve had to work since he couldn’t get hired anywhere.

as you’re working you get texts after texts from mike. “are you gonna be home on time?” “i miss you.” “i need you it’s been so long” he spams you.

god, he’s so needy. you roll your eyes at the text. if he doesn’t chill the hell out for atleast 3 more hours you’re going to loose your mind, does he not know that it’s hard for you too?

as the hours go by you think of ways to surprise him. maybe some lingerie? maybe a new toy for you two to experiment with? maybe some flavored lube? the possibilities are endless. you count down to the second you get off your shift, simply texting mike “wait up on me, i have a surprise.” as you clock out and go to your car.

you arrive at the nearest mall and get a cute lingerie set from the Spencer’s located within. a black lacy bra with a golden heart charm between the breasts, the bottom piece is a black and lacy with “baby” on the butt written in rhinestones. you knew he would love it but you didn’t expect him to like it as much as he did.

as you’re getting back in your car to drive home, you get a sudden rush of excitement. wondering how he’ll react at the site of you. you even put on red lipstick to top it all off. as you arrive at home, you change into your new set in your car, it fit perfectly around your shape. you swiftly but your work clothes back on. you still need this to be a surprise.

you enter the house and throw your keys on the kitchen table. you walk into your room and mike is waiting patiently for you, god his bulge is showing just by the thought of you coming home.

before he could say anything you strip as soon as you get through your door, watching his eyes gaze at your body in your new set. giving him a spin around so he could see your rhinestone covered ass.

mikes eyes widen at the site of you, a wet spot already forming at the tip of the tent in his sweatpants. “oh my god” he says softly as he stares at your figure.

you stand in your set in front of him, your fingers dancing across your chest, driving him crazy. you get on your knees in front of him and bring his sweatpants down, followed by his boxers. pulling them down just below his balls. his dick springs out of his pants, hot and red at the tip with precum pooling out.

you leave one kiss on his tip as your lips take in his precum. leaving the red lipstick kiss mark on his dick. he immediately groans at the sensation, feeling better than he has in weeks just by the expectation of you giving him head.

but you’re not giving in that easily. you kiss and lick around his shaft, but never long enough for him to get a release from it, your lipstick leaving red stains all around his hard on.

“please suck, i’ve been thinking about it all night please” he pleads with almost tears in his eyes from the overstimulation. it’s so cute seeing him like this but who are you to say no to his request?

as per his request you start, you wrap your red lips around his tip and his hand pushes your head down, it’s almost insulting but god, it’s so needy of him and that drove you crazy. you fully emerge yourself around him and he lets out a sore whimper.

you gag on his dick as you’re sucking, he throws his head back and keeps his hand on the back of your head, gripping on your hair. his dick twitches in your mouth signaling he’s close to cumming. “m’gonna cum” he moans, only the whites of his eyes showing. as his words hit your ears you stop, red lipstick covering the shaft of him.

he looks devastated at your action. “please let me cum, i’ve been waiting so long.” he begs. it’s almost cute how desperate he is for you. you want to keep going for him but you stop yourself. “now is it really fair if you get to get off and i don’t? is that fair? i’ve been waiting just as long as you have.” you say

you push him back on the bed, his dick springing up, tip still red and sensitive. you wrap your hands around him, feeling the warmth of him.

you basically rip your panties off of yourself, positioning yourself on top of him, sliding his dick inside you, grinding on him as you look him in the eyes. “you look so pretty when i’m overstimulating your dick. so, so pretty.” you say as you place a hand on his cheek

he moans your name as he places his hands on your hips, so tightly that you’re certain it’ll leave bruises. you want that, the pain would be a reminder of this amazing night.

your hair flips around your neck, your face flushed with a pink tint and sweat beaming off your forehead. his dick assaults your walls as his tip brushes your gspot causing you to let out a soft moan of his name. his fingers make their way to your clit, moving soft circles along it, making you pant soft sounds.

mike almost cums on contact with your body, but he knows he has to stop himself. he has to make this good for you. he has to make this last as long as he can. “fuck, i’m gonna cum mike.” you whimper. he speeds up, hitting your gspot with each thrust he leads you to bounce on.

“m’so close” you whimper, his fingers bring themselves to your chest, god he loved it so much. especially in that new bra. his teeth graze your nipples, biting them so softly but it feels so much more intense this way. so intimate, yet so dirty.

“can i cum now? please” he moans. how could you say no? “cum in me, please cum in me” you say, and he does. leaving thick white pools in you, the warmth making you shake as you finish, as you remove yourself from on him, you pour out a mix of both of your releases. he brings a finger to your wetness and brings it up to his mouth, sucking on them. he loves the taste of you.

please come home earlier next time.

[jealousjersey]

sneaky link derek hcs

derek sends one of his cars to get you when he’s feeling needy

derek marks you up, leaving bites, hickies, scratches…anything to keep anyone else off of you. you’re his.

derek sexts you when he’s away and misses you, being the presidents son he’s very busy but always makes time for you.

derek loves masturbating on the phone with you, facetiming you and jerking off while moaning your name as you play with your toy

derek loves to have you alone with him, he has the urge to recreate porn scenes with you and him, sometimes filming them for later use.

derek eats you out in his car, picking you up unannounced because he craves the taste of you, not minding wether you shaved or not. just craving you and you alone.

derek always makes you cum more than once, mot feeling satisfied unless you’re squirming and begging for him to stop. he loves you when you’re overstimulated and outfucked.

derek gets jealous when you have plans that don’t involve him, blowing up your phone and even making you leave plans to go with him.

derek fucks you long and slow, making sure you feel every ridge of him pushing in and out of you, running the makeup you put on for him. he pushes down on your stomach to stimulate you.

[jealousjersey]

₊˚ʚ ₊🌱 ₊˚”do what i say”🌱 ₊˚ ₊˚ʚ

✿ // dom!clapton x sub!reader blurb (since i gave yall a dom!reader x sub!clapton this is only fair for my bottom babies<3)

✿ tags // sub!gn!bottom!reader x dom!top!male!clapton davis. smut ofc, porn without plot minors/ageless blogs dni

✿ mentions // !!degrading!!, praise, breeding, reader gets edged for a moment, begging, “good girl” is mentioned, a lot of clapton sex talk in this one. missionary & doggy style, ass slapping (yummy) unprotected p in v, cumming inside

✿ a/n // i love writing for clapton this is so fun. sorry this is so short guys pls forgive me

“hey, come over” clapton texts you. it’s always that message that gets you but you can’t resist. as you get to his house he greets you at the door, then taking you inside.

as soon as you get in his room he locks the door and pushes you on the bed, kissing you passionately yet gently. his lips are a little chapped but god he tastes good. he takes his clothes off and rips yours off after. he needs to be inside you.

he lays you on the bed and spreads your legs, leaning his head down to lick a thick straight line across your already soaking pussy. “gonna make your pussy mine.” he mumbles with you in his mouth. the vibrations from his voice against your pussy makes you flinch, you’re so sensitive right now. his tongue grazes inside of you, licking you clean from your previous wetness.

“dirty slut, already wet and needy for me. learn to control yourself or i will for you.” he degrades you. his words make you whimper with your sweet voice.

clapton pulls his boxers down. his dick is average but thick. and god, so hard for you. he inserts it softly, edging you until you’re almost drooling. “beg for my cock” he teases you, precum leaking out of his tip. “if you don’t beg, you won’t get to feel me.” he adds.

“need your cock, please god- need it in me. need you so badly” you whimper. “that’s my good girl” he says as he pumps his dick inside of you, you swore you could feel it in your stomach. you let out a gentle moan as he takes it in and out of you.

“my pretty fucking whore.” he moans “god you’re perfect” he says as his eyes roll. “faster” you moan. and at your request he does, he speeds up, pounding inside of you.

“such a slut for my dick” he mumbles as a beam of sweat shows on his forehead. “you’re such a pretty whore when you’re taking my cock. god you’re so good.” he moans as he holds your legs beside his head, making sure to get deep inside of you.

“gonna make you take every last drop of my cum like a good girl. you think you can do that?” he asks. all you can reply back is a simple nod and a whimper.

as he pumps faster as his dick twitches inside of you. “fuck you’re so pretty” he moans as his eyes roll back in his head.

“gonna breed you, make you have my fucking kid” he says as he pushes deeper inside you. “m-mhm i’m yours…only yours” you whimper as you bite your lip, god you’re really gonna be sore tomorrow.

you’re overstimulated by the pleasure he’s causing you, wanting to be able to cum so badly. “can i- i please cum-?” you whimper, body shaking as he pushes into you. “not now, wait until i tell you you can, can you do that?” he grunts. you nod, almost having tears in your eyes from the sensation.

within seconds clapton turns you on your stomach and fucks you deep, doggy style, slapping your ass as he pulls your hair. “gonna take me like a good fucking slut, you hear me?” he mumbles as you arch your back so you can take him better.

clapton is so close to cumming inside you, but he stops himself. you have to go first before him. “you gonna cum for me?” he asks as he puts his hands on your hips and thrusts into you strongly. “can i?” you ask with sincerity, like this is foreign to you because it’s felt like it’s been hours since you last asked.

“cum on my dick, soak me.” he says, slowly pulling his dick out and back into you, letting you leak out onto his bed sheets. “good girl, such a good little slut.” he coos to you as he thrusts deeper into you. now it’s his turn.

his dick twitches inside of you before spilling, giving you every last drop of himself. you feel the warm liquid pool inside of you. he’s so far deep inside you that you wouldn’t leak out anything.

“holy fuck” clapton says, panting almost as you chuckle.

[jealousjersey]

promptober day 5 ; motorbike

save a bike ride mike 🤭

[jealousjersey]

can u do something for peeta? :3 btw i love the stuff u write already :)

alright the peeta peer pressure has gotten to me, highly requested peeta mellark smut and fluff headcanons

both characters are over 18. post movie

bread boy hc’s 🍰🥯

🍰- he talks you through it, fucking you senseless as he holds your legs up and places kisses on the inside of your thigh. muttering things like “so good” , “perfect” , “so pretty” into the softness of your skin. he lets you know how good you feel around him as he thrusts into you like you’ll disappear if he stops.

🥯- he’s very affectionate towards you. never stops kissing you and clinging onto you like you’re the most precious thing on earth. he’s so lucky to have you.

🍰- he always cums inside, watching you leak his cum always mesmerized him. after he pulls out he shoves his calloused thumb inside you and pushes it back in, causing you to gasp everytime although it’s a routine.

🥯- loves the thought of growing old with you, having kids, and raising them. he often thinks about how amazing it would be to have their kids look at you two and say “my parents really love eachother.” it’s all he could want.

🍰- he has fantasies of fucking you in public, having everybody watch how good you take him, how perfect your moans are, and how you’re his. he thinks about having you walk around with his cum dripping down your leg. he has wet dreams about it often.

🥯- he made a mixtape for you, he knows it’s cheesy and all romantic. he got embarrassed when giving it to you but when you loved it he got all confident even though he was screaming on the inside in fear you wouldn’t like it.

🍰- he gets pussy drunk inside you, blabbering utter nonsense in your ear as he cums deep inside you, he fucks you slow and rough. his fingernails indent into your hips hard enough to leave bruises come morning.