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Seriously, you again, reading a fic about a person who doesn't even know you exist,OR WORST,doesn't even exist........same thing sis. Keep reading
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀( 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.
taglist ;; @worldsgreatestsinner
pussydrunk!mike who fucking loses it when he slides in. he finally removed the last piece of clothing blocking him from what he wants, revealing your glistening cunt. he’s dominant until he’s fully in you, spewing profanities and whining for his release.
pussydrunk!mike who’s the king of cunnilingus. he has the urge to bury himself in between your thighs, drowning in your juices as your moans keep him going. if the two of you have the house to yourself, best believe you’re getting eaten out. in the kitchen. him on his knees, flicking his tongue away at your slit to your clit, your dewy arousal covering his chin as you grip the counter for support.
pussydrunk!mike can get off just be fingering you. the way your spongy walls clamp around his digits sets him off. he curls his fingers inside of you whenever you get quiet. he loves to hear you. he wants to know how good he’s making you feel.
taglist ;; @worldsgreatestsinner
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?”
taglist ;; @worldsgreatestsinner
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.
taglist ;; @baumbii
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.
thinking about mike leaning against the doorway watching fem!reader put abby to bed and it's SO FLUFFY.
no bc i love this!
imagine Abby is upset because you won’t leave Mike for a second. she practically drags you to her room; showing you her drawings and playing games from her closet.
mike wasn’t really worried. he knew his sister didn’t trust a lot of people and this was adorable to him. his two favorite girls getting along. he would check up on you momentarily.
for his last time checking, he almost cried at the scene in front of him.
you had tucked Abby in, softly singing as song with her as she slowly drifted to sleep. his mind began to race with thoughts.
as you made it to the bed, he cuddled up next to you, holding you close to him before whispering, “when will we have kids?”
be4 i work on all the requests in my inbox, lemme do some food for thought. spider!mike x silk!reader
→ mike becoming spiderman was the worse and best thing that’s happened to him. worst: it was harder to pay the bills and take care of Abby. the city constantly needed him costed him many jobs and opportunities of bonding with Abby.
→ best: he made met you. though you and him never revealed your identities to each other, he found his twin flame. since you and him had been bitten by the same spider, the magnetic attraction between you two was unbearable.
(he’s actually convinced you to have upside down sex with him🤭)
→ “fuck.” Mike thanked his intelligence for making a fly in his suit. he could easily whip himself out without removing all his clothes. you were pressed against at the wall in one of the shady alleys Mike had urgently found. you were babbling noises. you wanted to moan his name, letting him know who your cunt belongs to. but you didn’t know his name. “remind me to piss you off more.” you chuckle. your walls clamp around him, making his hips thrust harder in you. Mike was getting lost in his daze. he gripped at your mask like it was your hair, accidentally pulling it off. “shit!” he groans, his seed spilling in you. he opens his eyes, looking at his hand holding your mask. “shit…i’m sorry.” he mumbles, giving you your mask back. you chuckle, pulling your mask down, “we’ll get there soon, Spiderman.”
taglist ;; @baumbii
mike schmidt request because this movie has me in a chokehold rn
sub and/or switch mike 👀 whimpering and begging while u ride him and maybe taking control (may or may not be inspire by tik tok audios of josh hutcherson whimpering🫡)
mike’s arms were pinned over his head as you rode him into oblivion. you don’t have enough fingers to count how many times you’ve came. the last thing you can remember was you coming home, pissed before you pounced on him.
“fuck!” tears pooled at his waterline, his body feeling like static. his lips were puffy from all the time you harshly kissed him. Mike didn’t even know what was going on with you. he just wanted to come for once. but you kept edging him as you relieved yourself on him.
he tried remembering what he had done to make you punish him but nothing came to mind. he couldn’t think of a reason of you restricting his ability of touching you.
“baby. whatever i did, i’m so sorry.” he cries, bucking his hips into you on instinct. “please! i’ll be a good boy, i swear.” you look down at him, taking pity on his fucked form. “cum, Mike.” you bounced on him a couple times before you felt his load fill you to the brim.
Mike’s chest heaves as he comes back from his high. “wha—what did i do?” he whines, looking up at you. you smirk, finally giving him a soft kiss. “bad day at work. that’s all.”
taglist ;; @baumbii
Can you write Mike Taking readers virginity or mutual masterbation where he is more dominant and a lot of praise pleaseee
to be honest, you were taking his virginity too. Mike’s brain was so occupied that sex never came across his name when he turned an adult. after meeting and getting to know you, his cock started to ache for pleasure. he didn’t want misread you and ruin a good relationship. he took it slow until you have him the idea that you were wanting it too.
he made sure you were prepped and ready. he knew he was large and abnormal. he didn’t want to hurt you on the first time. he researched EVERYTHING in order to make this the best and memorable.
Mike slowly slid you in, groaning softly as he feels your walls compress around his length. you wince. the new feeling in you was both painful and pleasuring. Mike stays still, “tell me when to move.” he whispers, using every ounce of his willpower to not move. what they say is true. virgin pussy is the best.
his words were soft, never degrading. he wanted to know if you were okay, if you needed to stop, and if he was doing good. your moans and whines were his praise, his token of greatness.
“fuck, princess.” “you look beautiful.” “am i doing okay? does it hurt.” “i love you, [name].” “shit, you feel good.”
taglist ;; @baumbii
for da pookie @mordeiswrld
⇆ give dat boy a chance !🙏🏾 i don’t feel like he’s educated in other ethnic groups and cultures . but if he had the time to, he would know it all.
⇆ i don’t know about you, but i hate when white people touch my hair. so the first time you swat his hand away from your hair, he’d feel offended and almost hurt. are you upset with him? what did he do?
you had the bathroom door closed; the counter covered in product and a few combs. “babe! i like—really have to use the bathroom!” mike whines from outside the door. you’ve locked yourself in the bathroom since 8 AM. it’s now 11. “fine.” you grumble, opening the door. mike’s eyes widen in shock. not in a bad way, he was just surprised. “wow…i didn’t know you had so much hair…” his hand inches to your hair before you had the chance to slap it away. “no!” you slap his wrist, making him wince and retract his name. “ow! what was that for?!” he shakes his hand, trying to reduce some of the pain. “it’s not done yet.” you turn to the mirror, combing out a section. “well it looks beautiful. you should keep it out like that.” you smile, chuckling a bit. “you mean an afro?”
⇆ eventually, you let him touch your hair at least once. his eyes lit up like a child on christmas day. sometimes, he offers to wash and help keep your hair kempt. always asking if the water is too hot or cold or if he’s hurting you. we love an attentive bf
⇆ i think he fits the stereotype of no seasoning in his food whatsoever. just salt and pepper. now imagine if you gave him some jambalaya…you’d have this man dancing like this. and Abby—she’d beg you to be the cook. no more pizza and spaghetti😈
⇆ on the topic of food…this mf enjoys chitlins…disgusting, ik. but you dragged him and Abby to a cookout for the first time and it was an experience for him. his plate was full of every dish on the table. even your aunties dry as macaroni.
you watch in horror as mike picks up his fourth fork of chitlins, bringing it to his mouth. “what?” he asked. “don’t kiss me until you brush the fuck out of your teeth and disinfect your lips with a clorox wipe.”
ㅤ ㅤ ㅤPRAY YOU CATCH ME
lulu's notes ! ; i am so srry for being inactive. i have no excuse tbh. but have this! based off of beyonce's pray you catch me
ingredients :: angst, cheating, mike having dreams abt cheating, breaking up, vanessa being that girl
"i'm going to go find some blankets." vanessa stands up, walking away to retrieve blankets for abby's fort. mike's eyes focused on vanessa's backside as she walked away, hips swaying to a non-existent beat.
"i'm going to use the restroom." mike leaves you no room to comment before he runs away, heading away from the bathroom. you watch him with furrowed brows, trying to understand why mike was so weird recently.
since he had picked up a job at the pizzeria, the state of your relationship was declining. mike had barely made eye contact with you, he didn't notice your presence at all. whenever you did talk, it was all about vanessa.
vanessa this. vanessa that.
you couldn't remember the last time mike had been so passionate about something. let alone someone.
it might have been your paranoia but mike was taking a long time to be only using the restroom. "abby, how long ago did vanessa go get the blankets?" you interrupt abby and bonnie's play session. she shrugs, "i don't know. she's been taking too long."
you pout, thinking of the next course of action for you to do. trust mike and pray he's being faithful or investigate and bust his ass.
your gut was screaming at you to stand up and find out what was taking you so long. your body felt weak with each step to took, getting closer to the storage room.
"your girlfriend is right outside this room and you decided to make a move on me?!" through the closed door, you could hear vanessa's upset voice. your stomach sank. you fucking knew it. mike was a liar.
"look, i'm sorry. i-i don't know what came over me." mike stammered as he tried to de-escalate his current situation. "just don't say anything."
and he was a pussy?! you really do know how to pick them.
you humorlessly chuckle to yourself. all these times you called yourself crazy for suspecting he was a cheater. all the times you tried to push those feelings deep down in your stomach. it was all useless.
you heard them shuffling towards the door. in a panic, you rush back to abby's fort, painting yourself happy as if you hadn't just heard them arguing. "hey, baby." mike slides beside you, kissing your cheek. you force yourself to not cringe and let him kiss you.
walking behind him was a pissed vanessa. the both of you meet eyes, telepathically sending each other the same message. mike follows your line of sight, panicking as he thought vanessa was about to speak. "uh abby! it's past your bedtime isn't it?" he nervously chuckles, looking for a safe way to get the three of you to go home.
"but mike!" abby whines. "nope! you have school in the morning." mike stands up to scoop abby in his arms. gesturing his head to tell you to get up.
abby was asleep in the back of mike's car as he drove you three of you home. you looked out the window, watching the tree pass by in a dark night. the pregnant silence was making mike nervous. the only source of sound was abby's light snores and the radio which was playing a station mike despises. "did you have fun?" mike breaks the silence.
you hum in response. you knew if you spoke, you would've woken up abby due to your yelling. "you-you look pretty."
mike only stuttered around you if he was hiding something. "did you have fun, mike?" your eyes were still on the window. "yeah. i loved making the fort with you and abby."
"nothing else?"
"just you two." he smiles.
his dishonesty was on his breath; you could taste it in the air. and he passed it on so casually. every word he let out was a lie. it was like being truthful wasn't in his code.
vanessa giggles as she straddles mike's hips, his hands softly gripping her hips. "are you sure she doesn't suspect us?" she whispers on his lips before closing the gap between the two of them. "she doesn't suspect a thing." he bites her lip teasingly.
this is how it was supposed to go. mike wanted to be this close with vanessa--this intimate. it felt right for him.
lips still attached to each other, mike sees you standing there, watching this unravel. "[name]!" mike quickly pushes vanessa off of him. as he scrambles to find the right words, he takes note of your face. you were upset but you were softly smiling. you took the opportunity to speak before him.
"what are you doing, my love?"
mike gasps awake, his chest heaving. "fuck." he groans, rubbing his forehead. on instinct, he rolls over to your side, hugging your body. except...you weren't there. matter of fact, none of your things were there. the slippers you left at the side of the bed. your favorite perfume you used to leave on his dresser. none of it.
"no, no." mike scrambles out of his bed, running outside to see if your car was still parked in his driveway. in defeat, he sulks back into his house. it felt so empty without you. you were what brought the house together. you made lively.
he was now facing the consequences of not cherishing what was in front of him--what he needed.
Hiii! I’m dakohtah but you can just use my nickname kota. i am a writer (not a very good one..) i’ll mostly write josh hutcherson and pedro pascal characters. in the future I may write some things about Noah from twd. warnings will be included in the writing (i’ll try my best to do all warnings since i’m new at this) No use of y/n in anything. i hope you enjoy my work!!
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things I will write; fluff, angst (maybe because i’m not good at it), smut, MAYBE some kinks, small or slightly large age gaps depending on character
things I won’t write; hardcore kinks, children x adults, things having to do with minors, use of y/n, anything along those lines
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Joel Miller fics !
Our Spot; Joel Miller x F!reader | Smut
Stirring Love; Joel Miller x F!reader | Fluff
Mike Schmidt fics !
The Surprise; Mike Schmidt x F!reader | coming soon…
i need josh hutcherson in a way that sets back womens right
nsfw ahead !
mike who also has a old video recorder that’s stashed away in a box deep in his closet. the recorder being filled with both you and him having sex. from you giving him a blowjob in the back of his car, him fucking you in missionary on the comfort of the bed and one where you grabbed the camera from him and recorded his reactions as you began to ride him with more pace.
his whimpers and gasps breaths pick up, his eyes half lit focused on you and the way your tits bounce up and down along with your movement. “shi… baby, god I can’t ..” he whimpers out as he grips onto the sheets below him. mike’s brown eyes turning glassy and almost puppy eyed whenever you two make eye contact or he looks directly at the camera. at some point, he dropped the camera whilst you two were having sex and lowkey panicked afterwards thinking it was broken.
for da pookie @mordeiswrld
⇆ give dat boy a chance !🙏🏾 i don’t feel like he’s educated in other ethnic groups and cultures . but if he had the time to, he would know it all.
⇆ i don’t know about you, but i hate when white people touch my hair. so the first time you swat his hand away from your hair, he’d feel offended and almost hurt. are you upset with him? what did he do?
you had the bathroom door closed; the counter covered in product and a few combs. “babe! i like—really have to use the bathroom!” mike whines from outside the door. you’ve locked yourself in the bathroom since 8 AM. it’s now 11. “fine.” you grumble, opening the door. mike’s eyes widen in shock. not in a bad way, he was just surprised. “wow…i didn’t know you had so much hair…” his hand inches to your hair before you had the chance to slap it away. “no!” you slap his wrist, making him wince and retract his name. “ow! what was that for?!” he shakes his hand, trying to reduce some of the pain. “it’s not done yet.” you turn to the mirror, combing out a section. “well it looks beautiful. you should keep it out like that.” you smile, chuckling a bit. “you mean an afro?”
⇆ eventually, you let him touch your hair at least once. his eyes lit up like a child on christmas day. sometimes, he offers to wash and help keep your hair kempt. always asking if the water is too hot or cold or if he’s hurting you. we love an attentive bf
⇆ i think he fits the stereotype of no seasoning in his food whatsoever. just salt and pepper. now imagine if you gave him some jambalaya…you’d have this man dancing like this. and Abby—she’d beg you to be the cook. no more pizza and spaghetti😈
⇆ on the topic of food…this mf enjoys chitlins…disgusting, ik. but you dragged him and Abby to a cookout for the first time and it was an experience for him. his plate was full of every dish on the table. even your aunties dry as macaroni.
you watch in horror as mike picks up his fourth fork of chitlins, bringing it to his mouth. “what?” he asked. “don’t kiss me until you brush the fuck out of your teeth and disinfect your lips with a clorox wipe.”
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Heyyy! Ik I don't post often, but do yall like Josh Hutcherson??? I want to write about my obsession but all I come up with is song lyrics... so if you could send in requests it would be greatly appreciated!!
xx katie