KEEP QUIET , BABY

KEEP QUIET , BABY

synopsis ; just you riding eddie cause he’s drunk and horny. notes ; bruh i honestly don’t know , drunk!eddie , semi-public sex (no one can see it but it’s a public setting) , venom talking eddie is in bold (only once though)

“come on.” he slurs, pushing you in the big stall. he was giggling to himself, or something venom said to him. he locks the door before stumbling towards you, slotting his lips on yours.

“eddie, you’re drunk.” you manage to say in the kiss. “i don’t care. you’re not either way, babe.” he twirls the both of you so your back is facing the stall door.

he flips the lid of the toilet down, pulling his pants down and sitting on the lid. “fuck, i need you baby.” you pull your bottoms off while he struggles to pull his boxers off, laughing at himself.

“you’re an idiot, eddie.” venom criticizes how drunk and loopy he is. “i’m tryin’ , vee.”

the boxers drop to his knees. he pulls you on his lap, his length slipping in you easily due to how wet you were. “eddie.” you gasp. you needed to adjust to his size a bit.

it’s been a while since you and him had sex since vee always wanted to be the protector of san antonio at night.

“move, baby.” he grabs your ass, squeezing a bit.

getting caught wasn’t even on your mind at this point. every time you bounced, he grunted and whined. “eddie, hush.” the alcohol made him more sensitive than usual.

or maybe because you were clenching around him so much.

he couldn’t hold it in anymore. his moans were probably heard from outside the bathroom. “baby, you’re being too loud.” you chuckle, putting a hand over his mouth.

he whined as you moved a little slower. “baby!” his hands traveled underneath your shirt and bra, playing with your breasts.

if there was one thing you liked about eddie when he was drunk was how vulnerable he would get. sexually or not. he was always cute to see.

his hips plunge into you, eddie now taking over. “you were taking too long.” he removes your hand off his mouth. he squeezed on your breasts from time to time; a way from him to contain his moans.

”fuck, you looked so hot earlier. and now you’re all fucked on my cock.” he teases, biting your neck. “i love you. i fucking love you.” he slaps your ass, triggering you to let go unexpectedly.

“fuck!” you cry out. your eyes rolled back as his hips pistons in you harshly.

his teeth sinks in you before you feel his load pour into you. “fucking shit.” he groans. “i don’t think i’m drunk anymore.” he chuckles.

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀( living with Mike Schmidt )

— ★ Abby is his heart and soul. he knows if you’re a winner if she feels comfortable showing you her drawings.

— ★ i feel like American Idiot by Green Day is him and Abby getting ready for work/school. it’s a routine they built and can’t break out of it. so when you stay the night, you were shocked to see how quick they get out the house since Mike is always late to work.

— ★ if you can cook, you brought more meals on the menu and Mike can’t thank you enough. now, he doesn’t have to cook up some Chef Boyardee or order pizza. you were the only one they trusted in the kitchen.

— ★ weekly movie night was implemented on friday nights. you saw how much Abby and Mike were drifting away from each other so you took it upon yourself to make a movie night on fridays. the only problem is their choices. Abby would want to watch Coraline and Mike wanted to watch Megamind.

— ★ your first date was…something. Mike couldn’t really afford to go somewhere special so he found a recipe in one of the local libraries (the movie was set in like the 80s…) and cooked it up decent enough for it to be considered edible. (i’m joking, it was delicious) everything was good until—

“mike!” Abby yells from her bedroom. he was just in the middle of explaining something important to you, something he was passionate about. you could tell by the way he tried to hide his smile. but his sister comes first before anything. “Abby,” he whispers loud enough for only her to hear. “i thought i told you to keep quiet a bit. i have a date, remember?” she crosses her arms, “my tooth fell out.” “so? put it under your pillow and the tooth fairy will get it.” “that’s the thing! you told me that last time and i haven’t gotten five bucks! the tooth is still here!” shittttt. Mike sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “i’ll give you five plus more if you just keep quiet, okay?” Abby nods. “okay, good.” Mike starts to walk off before coming back. “how do i look?” he adjusts his collars. “like a million bucks.” Abby giggles, smiling, showing off her missing tooth. “sorry about that.” Mike clears his throat, sitting back at the dinner table. “no, no. that was actually cute.” you smile, you heart warmed by the brothers-sister relationship they had.

— ★ you help him sleep. now, he doesn’t need that bland nebraska poster, or that tape with nature sounds, or sleeping pills. he has you. and even the nights that you aren’t there, he would spray your favorite perfume on your pillow, hugging it close to you as if he were hugging you.

NSFW headcanons

— ★ he’s a switch. 50/50. i think his sex drive is normal if not low. he values romantic gestures than sexual gestures. but in the sex field, he’s both a giver and receiver.

— ★ let’s start with dom!mike. you’d mainly see dom!mike if it was a bad day at work or a long one. scenario; abby had been knocked out in her bed around bedtime. you technically had the house to yourself as you waited for mike to get home. finally, you hear a car pull in and the engine turn off. you could sense that it was him. you were expected a cuddle session until you both fell asleep. not you being bent over the couch, his fingers in your mouth to hush the moans escaping from your lips, fucking you like a rabid dog.

— ★ on the sub aspect, you have a whiny baby on your hands. begging and whining for you to let him cum. he pinky swears he’ll be a good boy. he whines, groans, begs. all of that. he begs so much that you have to put a hand on his mouth so he won’t wake up abby sometimes. if he’s pissed you off, you’d punish him by riding him but not letting him touch you and edging him so much that tears form at the waterline.

— ★ munch. munch! MUNCH!!! when he’s stuffed in between your thighs, he humps the edge of the bed, cumming in his pants. he’s too ashamed to let you know. he thinks it’s sick. he’s getting off by the taste of you, your sounds, and your juices dripping down his chin.

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SO WET ! !

MIKE grumbles as he trips over one of Abby’s stuffed animals. the last time he laid eyes on a clock, it was 12:36. it’s been two hours since then. he was sure Abby was asleep already which he was glad about. he had you all to himself.

“babe.” he grumbles, taking his jacket off and discarding it somewhere around the room. although you were sleeping, he knew you wouldn’t be bothered if he woke you up for what was in store. he stripped himself down to his boxers, crawling on the bed.

“i know you can hear me.” his breath tickles your ear as he leans into you, making smile creep on your face. “you can’t pretend to be asleep with me.” he turns you on your back, kissing down your neck. a smile slowly creeps on your face. he had no time to waste. he missed you.

“worth a shot.” you giggle, voice still groggy. you knew what time it was from how ambitious he was being. making less work for him, you unclasp your bra, throwing it away. “fuck, i missed these.” one hand kneads one of your breasts as his lips latch onto your nipple.

“i’m not going to tease you tonight only because i’m impatient.” Mike kicks off his boxers and you shimmy out of your panties. he stands at the end of the bed, pulling you by your ankles closer to him. as look at his middle, you see a bead of pre cum dripping from his hole.

he slowly slides in, letting you adjust to his size for a few seconds before selfishly pumping into you. he felt like he had no time to wait. he needed his hard earned release now. “fuck…” he groans, bending down to kiss you, the spark between you two feeling familiar in his heart.

after a few pumps, his pace quickens, his hips snapping into your cervix with fervor. “m-mike.” tears accumulated at your water lines from not being able to let out your moans, afraid of waking his sister. “i’ve got you, baby.” he nips at your bottom lip.

his thumb draws tight circles on your clit. it was like soft torture.

“come, baby.” he chuckles lightly. your back arches, your legs shaking around him as you hit your climax, him following not long after.

you close your eyes, gaining your sense back from your high. “how was your night?” you chuckle, leaning on your elbows. “you don’t even want to know.” he lets out a breath.

“can i stay inside you tonight?”

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mike was terrible at apologizing. sometimes, he could barely utter the word “i’m” to start the sentence. which becomes a problem later on in your relationship. his way of apologizing was sex. though he was very inexperienced, he had a goal to fulfill.

you had told yourself that you weren’t going to accept that anymore, that in order for him to be forgiven by you, it had to be verbal. but it was a lie. each time you thought about it, you forgave him the moment his hand made contact with your body.

with apology, it was never penetrative. he was focused on your pleasure only. either your legs were on his shoulders, face buried in your cunt as you squealed in pleasure, or he was on his knees, eating you out from behind.

every few minutes, he would beg for forgiveness, still not staying the words “i’m sorry”. he let out how bad he felt, telling you he’ll never do it again. he’s begging to her the words of your forgiveness.

“please, baby. just say it.” he slurs, drunk off of lust. “i need you to say it.” he mumbles, his lips latching onto your clit. momentarily, he would squeeze one of your asscheeks like a stress ball. “please. i—i can do better.” he whines.

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i’m taking requests for mike !! just no watersports and age play

okay i need a overprotective mike fic where he will literally do anything for u. someone bothering u? don’t worry he will go beat their ass, ur in a dangerous situation? he will do everything to protect u SOMETHING LIKE THAT it’s not a want.. it’s a need.

😣🙏

leads to sexual activities but not described

you liked to visit mike while he was on his break as a security guard at the local mall. you knew it boosted his mood for the day. seeing your face or hearing your voice could give him motivation for weeks.

during your visiting minutes, an old high school friend coincidentally had been walking around the mall as well.

mike always had a problem with self deprecation. he never felt good enough about anything he did. another person (mostly males) can take him to a dark thought he didn’t want to think about.

you laugh, putting a fry in your mouth as you listen to mike tell you a story from his job as you catch a glimpse of an old friend. “is that Jacob…” your eyes follow the man, searching for some detail that can confirm your claim. “wha—who are you looking at?” Mike turns to your line of sight. “oh my god it is!” you accidentally yell, covering your mouth as Jacob turns to look at whoever yelled. “oh fuck. is he looking?” Mike looks at the man, sighing. “not just that, he’s coming over here.” he closes his food, losing his appetite already. “[name]?” Jacob chuckles, “you haven’t changed a bit. i knew it was you when i heard you yell.” you lift your head to look up at him, “long time no see.” you flash a smile. “Mike, meet Jacob. Jacob, meet Mike. my boyfriend.” Jacob turns to Mike. “oh, dude! i’ve seen you around here.” Mike’s face was stone cold, “that’s because i work here.” he says with a tint of aggression. you softly kick his leg. “i’m sorry, Jacob. you just caught me on a bad time.” you give him a sympathetic smile. “no it’s fine. we should catch up sometime.” Jacob flashes a grin that Mike was convinced that had a different meaning. Jacob finally leaves, leaving you and Mike alone again. “what was that?” you groan. “you looked like you wanted to kill him.” Mike crosses his arms. “i do. i didn’t like the way he looked at you.” “like a normal person?” “that wasn’t normal, [name]. it’s like he wanted to fuck you in front of me.” you laugh, “he wouldn’t get the chance.” you sip on your drink, fluttering your lashes at him. Mike looks at his watch. “think we can do this in 7 minutes?” he smirks.

JOHN WICK + PRIMAL KINK (kinda?)

inspo ;

”stop running away or i can stop right fucking now.” he twirls your hair around his wrist, tugging your back to his bare chest. his sudden burst of aggression made you whimper and shake.

after getting his car back from abram, bruised, full of adrenaline and clearly upset, he saw that it was only fit that he took his anger out on you. not in way that hurts your feelings. but to abuse your cunt. to make your brain turn into putty as your cunt squeezes around him, coating his cock with your arousal.

“this cunt belongs to me. me only. mine to fuck, abuse, pleasure. whatever i please to do to you, you will take it all.”

the apples of your cheeks were red, glazed by your tears that would momentarily roll down. “john, please.” you beg —pleaded— for him to slow down a bit, give you some grace.

but grace was and has never been in his vocabulary. he killed people for a living. with his bare hands that are now wrapped around your throat. how silly are you to ask for mercy?

“begging gets you nowhere, sweetheart. you need to earn it.” he chuckles darkly, his hot breath tickling your neck. a sharp thrust was enough to send you over the edge, your back arching as you reached your climax.

“baby, you might be done. but i still need a release.

me while writing this ;;

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