Can You Do A Blurb Of Reader Being Self Conscious That They're Being Clingy But Mike Is A Cutie Pie And

Can you do a blurb of reader being self conscious that they're being clingy but Mike is a cutie pie and is so sweet and makes them feel like they're the only person in the world that matters and he meets all their needs attention wise? I just think he's so babygirl.

this is so rushed omg i have the worst writers block right now, hope this is still what you wanted anon ૮₍ ˶•⤙•˶ ₎ა

mike knew how clingy and needy you could be at times and he tries his best to accommodate that, but he’s also a pretty busy man that can’t always be there when you need him.

i feel like he’d absolutely go above and beyond for you after he was gone all day running errands. he’d come home with some of your favorite snacks in hands and asks what you want to do for the rest of the day, he’d be down for absolutely anything. if you want to rot in bed for the rest of the day or watch a movie together he’ll do just that with you.

whenever that’s isn’t enough though, he doesn’t hesitate to reassure you on how special you are to him.

“i dont think you realize how important you are to me” he says as he cups your face with his hands, forcing you to look at him. “i like knowing that you can’t get enough of me and my affection” he says with a small laugh as he peppers your face with kisses.

hello! hope you are doing well :)

I was wondering if I could request a Mike Schmidt blurb of like the little things he admires about the reader and how he expresses his appreciation for them?

ty for the request !!! this feels so informal and short but i’m trying to get through all my requests ૮ ◞ ﻌ ◟ ა hope this does your request justice !! ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

𖦹Warnings: none this is pure fluff :p

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mike would absolutely adore every single thing about you. even small little quirks that some other people might find a bit annoying or weird he finds completely endearing.

mike would especially admire how understanding and compassionate you are towards his financial situation. he refused to let you babysit abby at first when you offered to do it free of charge purely out of guilt.

he definitely still feels guilty about not being able to get you spontaneous gifts or flowers as much as he’d like or thinks you deserve but your constant reassurance that you do it out of love and don’t care for that stuff settles his mind a bit.

he still finds cute ways to show you how much he appreciates your help and kindness, like saying he’s going out for a small walk to clear his mind and coming back home with a small bouquet of flowers that he picked himself and wrapped up with some old newspaper.

he doesn’t just acknowledge the things you do and sacrifices you make for him, he also deeply admires your beauty. whether it’s him simply getting lost in your eyes as he watches them sparkle whenever you talk about something that deeply interests you to him showering you in kisses whenever you express any type of insecurities about your physical appearance.

mike would be laying in bed, watching you as you look at yourself in the the mirror and immediately walking to you, standing by your side as soon as he sees the dismayed expression on your face. cupping your face with his hands and planting soft kisses from your forehead to your cheeks and nose, muttering small things like “such a pretty girl, don’t ever doubt that for a second” in between kisses, making sure he gives you all the reassurance and love in the world whenever you need it.

screaming crying and throwing up this is so good

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Perfect

Mike Schmidt x Chubby!Reader

☆ Synopsis: Mike realizes that you're a virgin, leading to him talking you through it for your first time.

☆ Word Count: 2.9k

☆ Warnings: Smut!! Soft sex, swearing, fingering, mirror sex, p in v , loss of virginity, no use y/n

☆ A/N: This turned out to be soo much longer than I expected, and it took a lot more time than I thought(◞ ‸ ◟ㆀ). But I hope you enjoy it!! This was requested by the amazing @druigssidelady ( *ˊᵕˋ)

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Sitting on Mike’s bed, you groaned in embarrassment, cringing at the memories from last night. Those burning kisses he placed against your lips left you craving for more, and his tender touch made everything feel just perfect. But as soon as he slipped his hands under your shirt, you shied away. You didn’t understand why you were like this; too nervous to go beyond a makeout session with anyone.

On the other hand, Mike practically worshiped you. Whenever he laid against the soft pudge of your stomach he would ramble on about how it’s the best part, head spinning any time you laced your hand through his hair. Enjoying the way he’d practically beg to lay between your thighs on those tired days, instantly relaxing as he felt your body press against his.

So why did you always stop??

Burying your face in his pillow, you mentally beat yourself up, knowing that these thoughts would be carried to your grave. You were certain that Mike thought he had done something wrong last night by the way he moved away after seeing your nervous look. That alone had you dying in shame. 

You slipped from your mind’s prison when you heard the door creak open, light spilling into the room. “Oh, hey you’re—“

“Mike, I’m sorry” you interrupted, not looking up at him. He opened his mouth, but you couldn’t stop the words spewing from your lips, “About last night. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that. I just..” you shook your head “I don’t know.” 

His brows knitted together, walking to where you were sitting, “Baby, what are you talking about?” He laughed, not recalling anything from yesterday. You fidgeted with the sheets, refusing to meet his eyes. “I didn’t mean to stop that whole thing so…suddenly.” 

Confusion filled his face before he finally nodded, “Oh.” 

“Yeah.” 

“You know I’d love you the same even if we don’t have sex.” Heart pounding, you froze. 

Fuck.

“I—Mike I promise it’s not that I don’t want to have sex with you, it’s just…” Trying your hardest to find the words as he gazed down at you patiently. “I’ve never had anyone see me so exposed.” 

“Do you not want me to see you exposed?” His words had you tripping over your own, mind desperately running to find an answer. “No—I mean—I don’t know.” Glancing down at the floor, you crossed your arms, leaving Mike to take in your closed-off state. “C’mon, talk to me. What’s on your mind?”  

You sighed, refusing to look up at him. “It’s embarrassing.” you admitted, struggling to speak, “I don’t want you seeing me differently.”

He blinked back his confusion, “See you differently? What are you talking about?” 

As hard as you tried, you couldn’t cover that small shake in your voice, “I’m not used to this.” You looked up at him sheepishly, “I just don’t want to mess things up. I mean I’ve hardly even..“ Quickly cutting yourself off, your eyes darted away from him, biting the inside of your cheek. 

Blood rushed to your face, feeling the bed dip as he sat down next to you. “Is this because–” he paused, grasping for the right words, a look of concentration on his face, “Are you a virgin?” You swore your heart stopped, somehow, those words felt even worse out loud. Nodding, that nervous feeling creeping up inside of you as you scolded yourself. 

This old and still scared to do anything beyond kissing. 

He shook his head, chuckling, “I don’t care about that, you’re a perfect woman, and I’ll do whatever it takes to prove it.” Your face flushed at how he spoke to you. It was so gentle. Seeing that slight squint in your eyes, he studied you, reading your feelings like a book. Mike knew you were still skeptical, clearly too shy to initiate anything. Spreading his legs he motioned for you to sit between them, “C’mere.” 

Hesitatingly, you bit your lip, pausing before you sat down with your back pressed against his chest. He traced the pudge of your waist, sliding down to your plush thighs. “So pretty.” He mumbled into your skin, hands holding you as if you were made of silk. 

Your breath felt hot at his touch, head tipping back, burying yourself into his neck. This felt so familiar; his fingertips ran across your body as if he knew it like the back of his hand. You whined in slight embarrassment at his actions leaving you so exposed, grabbing his wrist, “Mike,” you huffed out, “What are you doing..” The sound of your voice muffling against his skin had him biting back a groan. 

“I jus’ wanna make my girl feel good.” That slight slur to his words had your head feeling fuzzy, lifting your face from his neck and looking at him shyly. God those eyes. You swore that this man would be the death of you just from how he gazed into your face with such love. 

You looked like a deer in headlights, staring up at him with that same nervous look from last night, eyes flicking down to his lips. 

“Is this ok?”

You tried sorting your thoughts, nodding shyly. The light ache growing between your legs as his face moved closer, head tipping back to meet his lips as you clung to him. That comforting feeling of his hands sliding down to your jaw had your mind going blank; tongue slipping into your mouth as he sighed at that familiar taste of you.

Your hands grabbed his, moaning at the way he deepened the kiss. Body hot against yours, his sickly sweet taste made the world feel like it was spinning.

You were lost in his addicting touch, head fogging up from how he moved against you. No words could explain how perfect these moments were, lips fitting together like a missing puzzle piece; his fresh scent invading your senses.

You chased his lips as he pulled away, catching him in another needy kiss. A whine muffled against him as you melted at the way he held your face; that reluctant huff making his knees weak as your lips parted.

“Look at that.” Mouth against your neck, his mumbles had your gaze falling to the front of the room with wide eyes.

Oh.

A mirror. Putting your whole body on display for both of you. “Mike I—I don’t..“ Words couldn’t even form as you looked at the sight of yourself, clearly nervous.

“Do you want me to stop?” Hot breath hitting your neck, you bit your lip before meekly shaking your head, already beginning to feel fuzzy. “I gotta hear you say it, baby.” There was a pause as you stared into your reflection.

“Keep going…please.” 

A light grin painted his face from your pleads, “God you’re so fucking perfect.” He groaned, fingers slipping under your shirt, making you tense up. “Relax..I’ll be gentle.” Voice soft, his hands roamed that soft pudge he went crazy for, kneading your skin as he kissed up and down your neck. He was in a drunk daze, addicted to your body like it was the strongest drug he’d ever tasted. 

Playing with the hem of your shirt, he lifted it before looking at your shy expression in the mirror. You nodded, eyes darting away from the scene in front of you. Slipping the shirt over your head, he gazed at how you sat so perfectly against him, legs spread and face flushed he placed desperate kisses up your jaw as his hands grasped your plush waist.

You attempted to bury your face into his neck, burning with embarrassment, only for him to tilt your head forward, “C’mon, look at yourself, sweet girl.” His words pulled a whine from your mouth, eyes scanning your figure in the mirror. You hated this vulnerability, the way his eyes studied you had your face flushing. But you wanted him. You needed to feel him all over you. It was so hard to keep your composure when his fingertips were exploring spots that nobody else had, leaving you craving more every time he touched. 

Eyes hazing over at the sight of his hands on you, your breath hitched, watching him slowly trail down to the waistband of your shorts, hooking under them. He looked at you for confirmation, “Can I?”

That voice of his, those tender caresses, the way he worked his mouth over your body so perfectly; It made your mind spin as you tried to keep your gaze on the mirror. “Mhm..” You mumbled weakly.

Hips lifting, you allowed him to slide down your shorts, biting your lip. The sight before him made it hard to keep his breath steady, looking at your plush body matching those angelic features. He gazed at you with eyes that made you feel like you hung all the stars in the sky, a wave of shyness washing over you.

He took his sweet time with you, hands rubbing the plush of your skin before creeping closer to your panties. An impatient moan slipped from you as his fingertips dragged against the inside of your thigh, touching you everywhere except for what you needed from him most. 

Watching in amusement as you struggled to keep quiet, his other hand trailed up to your chest as he left open-mouth kisses against your neck. The agonizingly slow touches were addictive, hips stuttering slightly from the lack of contact. Your brain could hardly function as he stimulated your body, yet gave you nothing at all. The feeling of longing 

Those soft whines you attempted to hold back spewed from your lips as his hand dipped under the flimsy cotton, gently teasing you; soaking in your pretty sounds. “Mikey–” You whimpered, mouth falling open as a finger prodded at your core, gently slipping inside of you. In a haze of pleasure, you tried to silence those soft sounds as he slowly pumped in and out, getting you used to the new sensation. About to speak, your voice broke off into a moan as he carefully dipped another into your cunt, staying still as you adjusted to the dizzy sting. 

“God..” He groaned, drinking in the sight of you, “Pretty sounds with an even prettier face to match that perfect body.” You so desperately wanted to tip your head back, looking away from the mirror, but part of you was so mesmerized by him and the way his hands moved, that you couldn’t tear your eyes away. “So beautiful.” He sighed.

Attempting to speak again, the only thing that fell from your mouth was a needy whimper as he curled up deliciously against you. You didn’t understand how it was possible to feel so good from something so simple; moaning as he hit spots you never even knew existed, the sweet sound of your wet pussy filling the room. “I wanna hear you say it.” Pressing up to your ear, he let out a breathy sigh from the feeling of you on his fingers. You shook your head, jaw slack from pleasure “I can’t–” 

“You can do it baby, c’mon.” His words only pulled you closer to the edge, trying your hardest to conjure up an audible sentence. “I’m..pretty.” You whispered, whining at how that sounded in your mouth. His lips teased your skin, chuckling at your attempt, “I know you can do better than that.”

You could hardly process his words, that cloudy haze the only thing occupying your mind; other than the feeling of his strong arms and soft aura enveloping you. He paused his gentle movements, causing your hips to move against him. 

“Please,” You begged, eyes darting away from yourself, seeing the way you moaned so with such desperation; the needy sound of your voice leaving him craving more. “You want me to keep going?” A weak nod was the only thing you could muster, “Then I gotta hear you.” That tone filled your head with a haze of desire, struggling to find the words, tipping your head back to avoid the sight in front of you. 

He held your jaw, forcing you to look at yourself once more as he pumped his fingers deep inside of you, earning a sound that he’d sell his soul to hear again. “Fuck, I’m–” You sobbed, “So, so fucking pretty.” Sweet mind foggy with nerves and lust. Whatever thoughts you had before were long gone as you saw yourself; his grasping at your body, desperate to feel you against him. Groaning, he admired your blissed-out face, knowing those pretty whines were from his hands. 

You fell into that dizzy trance as his grip tightened ever so slightly as he felt you trying to look away, a breathy moan falling from you yet again. You couldn’t even manage anything other than desperate sounds as his fingers finally slipped from your pretty cunt, gently pressing your back to the bed. 

The click of his belt along with the rustle of his pants made an unfamiliar heat pool in your stomach.

He looked down at your fucked out state, eyes dazed and glossed over from pleasure. “I need you to use your words f’me baby.” His voice soft as he cupped your face, “Are you ok with this?” Your mind was clouded with pleasure, words hardly coming to you, “God yes…I need you.” That longing tone had his head spinning, hands sliding down to your love handles as the tip of his cock slipped between you, stretching you open.

Your body tensed from the burn of him, desperately clinging to the sheets. The uncomfortable sting had you biting your lip harshly.

“Breath pretty girl, breath.” He mouthed against your neck as a choked gasp escaped you. Carefully pushing in deeper, he let you adjust to him, tears brimming the corner of your eyes before ever so slowly sliding himself further into you, rubbing soothing shapes on your skin.

He buried his face in your neck, trying to hide that quiet whimper from the feeling of you pulsing around him. You tried to relax, one of his hands lacing through yours. Your mind went all foggy as you felt him bottom out inside of you, trying to get used to the pain.

“Yeah–fuuck–that’s it, there you go.” He whined, making your mind go dumb at the feeling of him stretching you out so nicely. He gently rocked his hips against yours, lifting his head up and carefully studying your face, losing himself in that pretty little expression you made; eyes screwed shut and mouth parted so beautifully. Those gentle gasps spilling from your pretty lips were like music to his ears, loving the way your face softened as he pumped himself inside your needy pussy.

One of his hands grasped the thick of your thigh, spreading your legs further as his sloppy thrusts hit every part of you, a whiny gasp slipping from him as he tipped his head back in ecstasy. 

You gripped his shoulders, fucked dumb on him, and unable to process anything other than those pretty sounds he tried to hide. He filled you up, hitting spots only he could reach as you squirmed underneath him, pressure building up inside of you. The way you squeezed around him had stars clouding his head, whimpering as your hips stuttered.

“Oh baby…Look at you,” He breathed out, admiring your body, marked up from his lips, “Lemme see those eyes.” 

One hand kept a grip on your waist, thumb pressing into the pudge of your stomach, the other hand tipped your head up, desperate to see your eyes. Looking up through your lashes, he groaned, dipping that finger down to your clit with slow circles, matching the way he lazily pumped into you, blinded by desire. 

“So beautiful,” He mumbled, feeling himself reach the edge, “You do so much for me, always so–” he whined softly, “So fucking perfect. I’d please you like this every day if I could.” His breathy rambling had your mind going numb, words spewing from his mouth that you’ve never heard anyone else say. 

“You gonna cum for me?” He cooed, admiring the way your brown knit together“Let go for me, sweet girl.” God, everything about you had him weak in the knees, and the way his name rolled off your tongue was so enticing, that he needed to hear it again. Your broken sobs had him falling back into the crook of your neck, whispering sickly sweet praises against you, back arching as you let yourself go dumb on his cock. Pretty sounds spewed from you, feeling your orgasm crashing down.

Desperately, his lips pressed to yours, sliding his tongue into your mouth to muffle his whiny moans as he gripped the soft dough of your hips, feeling himself reach the edge. 

The caress of his hands pulls you back down to reality, the smell of sex and your perfume making him go dumb. “You sound so pretty baby” He panted, voice strained from the desperate attempts to hide his pathetic noises. He could have gotten drunk just from your ruined look. Swollen lips, and blissed-out face, the back of your hand covered your eyes as you tipped your head back, chest heaving up and down. He hummed into your skin.

“Next time I’ll have you on top of me.” 

★Peeta Mellark Headcanons★

𖦹 Warnings: Mentions of the orange peel theory so maybe look it up if you don’t know what that is, nothing else this man could do no wrong

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―୨୧⋆ ˚A/N: this is incredibly short but i had to get it out of my system i miss peeta its been rotting my brain, also i promise I’ll get to my requests eventually :p

This has not been proofread ^_^

Peeta who can’t keep his hands off you. Not necessarily in a sexual manner, he’s just simply yearning for your reassurance and the comfort of your presence. Weather it’s locking pinkies together while you walk alongside each other or simply playing with your hair while you sleep

Peeta who would do absolutely anything for you. That orange peeling trend on tiktok is kinda what made me want to write this because omg??? He heard you complain once about how sticky your hands get when you peel them and he hasn’t let you peel yourself one since. That man would run into a house fire just to get you that orange. He’d plant his own orange tree, tending and caring for it just for you if he could

Peeta who never comes home without brining you some kind of gift. If he’s in town and finds a small trinket he thinks you’ll like, you bet he’s getting it for you. Picking flowers on his way home simply because they’re your favorite color and picking up a small rock because it was kinda shaped like a heart, anything he thought you’d like he’d get for you in a heartbeat

Peeta who enjoys your presence no matter what you’re doing together. You could be quietly reading a book and he’d lay on the opposite side of the bed just admiring you as your eyes are glued to the page. Completely oblivious to his gaze on you, his eyes reflecting appreciation and fondness with every lingering look

Peeta who loves seeing you in his clothes. He’s coming home after working on the garden you guys started together and can’t help but just beam at the sight of you cooking in one of his t-shirts. You’d wake up missing him a bit more than usual that morning and start looking for anything of his, smiling fondly at his familiar scent as you slip on his t-shirt and begin your day

Peeta who always brings you back a small treat from the bakery, weather it’s your favorite bread or a cupcake decorated especially for you with small hearts and smiley faces, he always makes sure to never come home empty handed

bestie I just wanna say I love your writing <3

thank you sm the encouragement means a lot bestie !!! ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ♡ i have some mike schmidt requests i’m working on that should be posted sometime this week hopefully :p

the way i would give this man the most sloppiest,juiciest, wettest, dirtiest,sickening,stomach turning, shameful, degrading, humiliating, stickiest, stressful terrifying, eye rolling, soaked,eye twitching,lip biting,hair pulling, throat getting weaker and weaker, creaming in my pants, begging me to stop,arching, chained to the chair,creamiest pie, eyes filling with tears, can't breathe from how it's gurgling in my throat, never ending, head in the world.