Mike Schmidt Smut - Tumblr Posts

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

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

looking over your guy best friends bulge when he wear gray sweatpants!

typing away at your phone while ranting to your best friend about the guy you met last night who had been rubbing all up on you, you didn’t realize your other one was eavesdropping into the conversation you were having— how could he not when she was on speaker and you were geeking all over.

he shook his head and pushed himself back onto the couch and focused back into his game while letting out a scoff to your earlier comment, what he didn’t pick up on this time was when he was manspreading you accidentally took a double take but quickly looked away and jolted up form your set before thinking anything intimate of your guy best friend since childhood, he looks away from the t.v, waiting for his monitor to come on soon — but all he could think about was the way your hips swayed so effortlessly, the fat of your recoil only making it worse for his boner growing right in his pants.

Before you both know it, the tension between the two of you was so obvious you couldn’t pull back on the urge to rock your hips on his clothed bulge and rubbing against. How bad he wanted to his breathing deepened as he listens to the squelching coming from your cunt. He felt the pain of his cock in need of your walls to squeeze him so tight to the point where it would chop his cock off his body. Although the sound of gaining insane pleasure was also debating.

His throbbing veins felt like popping out from the grip he had on your hips, “keep rolling those hips for me like the cock whore you are..” he smirked, harshly slapping your ass making you jolt up while scratching his biceps, “that hurts so bad, don’t do that to me.”

“I think—s-shit feels so goood!..!” You whine out with a little laugh at the end, making him smile before grabbing at your hair to make a sloppy ponytail. Pulling at it, causing you to hiss when your scalp hurt only for him to ease you down with a passionate kiss on your soft lips.

The sounds of your pussy squelching sent straight to his dick, making him throb. “Can you fuck yourself so more on your cock, pretty girl?” He grunted in between his lips, feeling you pump yourself on his cock like a fleshlight.

“Y-you don’t say…fuck!—, best friends don’t say that to each other!” you cry out to him, tears falling from your eyes down to your cheeks making his cock twitch inside you with your current face, which is now hiding in his neck, “let me see you, don’t hide from me now Y/N.”

no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while I gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy, backwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, the the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the pool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick throbbing, fist clenching, ear ringing, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling, teeth jitterbug, mind boggling, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy, moan inducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious, gushy, creamy, beastly, lip biting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, head nodding, soul evaporating, volcano erupting, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip locking, skin peeling, eyelash removing, eye widening, pussy popping, nail scratching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell desolving, hair ripping, mouth foaming, heavenly, awakening, devils tango ever bro could cause a nuclear bomb inside me and I'd still ride

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.

masterlist !

MIKE SCHMIDT ⋆｡°‧

olderbf!mike schmidt HCs

mike schmidt comforting you HCs

mike showing you his admiration and appreciation blurb (fluff)

PEETA MELLARK ⋆｡°‧

peeta mellark general HCs

ETHAN LANDRY ⋆｡°‧

stalker!ethan HCs

jealous boy smut

BILLY LOOMIS ⋆｡°‧

billy loomis general HCs

billy loomis x bimbo readers HCs

STU MACHER ⋆｡°‧

stu macher general HCs

stu macher x bimbo reader HCs

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

⋆｡°‧Requests are open! Comments and reblogs are welcome and appreciated ♡

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.

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.

🎂So make a wish🎂

My birthday was on octuber 5

i need josh hutcherson in a way that sets back womens right

18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

dom!mike x babysitter/virgin!reader

warning! age gap (m 25 , r 19)

also in my stories he's 6'0 not 5'5 ;-)

NOT PROOFREAD

you'll thank me later

you knew by heart that mike was not to be messed with when he had one of those shifts, the shifts that had him coming home with the struggle of the keys outside the door, which had only frustrated him even more which then proceeded with the slam of the door behind him as he'd enter the house and the deep sigh he would let out as he stood there for a minute, usually he would be silent and you'd know the usual, you knew on the nights he was mad that you had to stay quiet just out of respect (and to avoid his glare), he would pay you in cash and you'd leave, but tonight was different.

It was one of his bad nights at the pizzeria , really... bad night, you had stayed over to watch abby as you usually did and tonight she had gone over to her bestfriends house for a birthday party/sleepover, it was pouring rain out you could hear the rain as it poured down onto the house, you sat on the couch warmed by a blanket and distracted by some stupid QVC that only came on at the late night hours, you were fascinated on the crazy prices on the rings the man was showcasing on the television.

"twelve thousand for a ring...that's a bit absurd."

you mumbled lowley at yourself, followed by a awkward giggle you for some reason needed to let out, maybe so you didn't feel so alone in the house, time went by and your pocked made a low "bzzzzz" noise followed by the feeling of its vibration in your pocket, you took the phone out and flipped it open reading the message mike had sent you

(I'll be home late, feel free to stay the night .)

you send back a simplistic thanks in response, mike didn't like you driving in the rain which you always thought was sweet of him, some nights you'll stay until morning just so you wouldn't have the dangers of tackling a wet road, and idiotic drivers, although his couch was definitely old, and hard to sleep on you took the offer, thankful for the gesture.

You stood up stretching, arching your back and twisting which rewarded you with a satisfying back pop which you definitely needed, and you waltzed down the hallway and into the bathroom so you could take a shower, just as you would every night either at his place or yours. Usually you had a bag with you in case you would stay at mikes but just like any irresponsible mistake you seem to make, leaving important things at home was your most famous mistake. but you shrugged your mistake off and walked into mikes room, you snagged a folded shirt from his open drawer that he probably left open in his tired rush to work.

you finished showering and stepped out, using a towel to dry yourself off and slipped the shorts you already had on previously, and then slipped his shirt on you looked at yourself in the mirror and noticed the size of his shirt on you, you never really noticed the difference between you too, you wrapped your hair back up in the towel and left the bathroom, the steam from the hot shower followed behind you and you bumped into mike by accident, you must not have heard him come home and you looked up at him, he was definitely pissed, his gaze burning down at you, you felt small with the way he was looking down at you, as you slowly shut the bathroom door behind you his eyes were wandering, he noticed the size of his shirt on you, and how it hid your curves. your eyes met his again, you noticed he was giving you a look something primal something hungry in a sense and you tilted your head to the side in curiosity.

"Are you alright mikey?"

he took no time to respond, he had a hand on the side of your face and the other on the curve of your side. he guided you to the door your back pressing against it, he took advantage of this position, using the hand on your jaw he lifted your chin kissing you neck softly at first, you let out soft whimpers, he abruptly bit your neck, his fangs piercing you slightly causing you to jolt slightly, he licked where he bit to soothe it and continued on littering you neck in soft kisses, occasionally leaving hickies where he wanted them.

he lowered himself onto his knees and his dilated brown eyes connected with yours before he put his focus to your shorts, he took his time removing the clothing from your lower half, but he kept the shirt on you, he lowered your panties and let them fall to your feet where your shorts were, his kissed your knee first, moving his way up and attached his lips to the innards of your thigh, you let out a soft moan as you squirmed, his mouth sucking a harshly dark hickey onto your inner thigh, he detached his lips and looked back up at you

"i'm gonna take good care of you, i promise"

he said this followed with his signature grin, he attacked his lips to your clit, tongue moving in figure eights onto it, his hands gripping harshly into the back of your thighs to prevent you from moving, he soaked up all your juices, soaking himself in your scent, and taste. you squirmed and squealed, your moaning loud and uncontrolled... god were you happy abby wasn't home, your hands gripped his hair, you were grinding against his mouth and he knew you were growing close, he could tell by the way you were thrashing and mumbling unknown words, you gripped his hair roughly as you finished his tongue helped you through your high and he detached himself from you he looked up wiping his mouth.

"god...you taste amazing, can't wait to feel you wrapped around me."

his hands now lifted you up and over his shoulder, he worked his way into the kitchen and sat you on the island. you watched as he got his wallet from his back pocket and flipped it open grabbing a condom from it, he sat the wallet on the counter beside you and he unbuckled his pants. his eyes now back on yours as he stepped between your opened legs.

"oh look at you... such a mess because of me, right pretty girl?"

you nodded in response as he let his pants fall to his ankles, he worked his boxers down and his size was definitely surprising. he noticed your mouth opened slightly and took this opportunity placing his thumb into your mouth and pressing down on your tongue, he worked his condom onto his shaft. the grip of his thumb in your mouth, and finger on your chin dragged your attention up to him, he was aware of you being a virgin.

"hey, hey.. eyes on me bunny, keep them right on me alright.?"

again you nodded, letting out a whimper as he ran the tip of his cock through your folds, eventually sinking half of himself into you, satisfied by the gasp you let out as he entered you, he shoved the rest in as far as possible as he waited for you to be comfortable with him continuing.

"more...please"

you slurred out due to the thumb in your mouth, which he moved both hands placing one on the counter top beside you and the other wrapping around your underarms, which would brace you for his pace, he thrusted in you at a unbearable speed your moans loud and pornagraphic, your head fell back as you grew close already, his cock hitting your gspot in the perfect way which caused your second orgasm to drown you, your legs shook against his hips and your body jolted and trembled as he kept his pace steady giving you no time to adjust, you were dumb fucked, your body only upright because of the arm he had around you, you were drooling, eyes rolling back followed by your head struggling to stay upright, his teeth sunk into your neck as he grew close, you could hardly moan, silently letting out whimpers with your mouth hung wide open, his pace relentless and unbroken as the sound of skin smacking filled the once silent house, you were close to a third orgasm as he neared his first, his teeth dug into your shoulder drawing blood as the two of you came in sync, he let out a low growl against your skin as your body trembled and shook, his pace slowed as he removed his teeth from your shoulder, but he looked at you, noticing that you were asleep. he placed a soft kiss upon your cheek.

(plz comment ur thoughs)

ᰔ. wrong package : mike schmidt — suggestive warning !! + ft. secondhand embarrassment.

next door neighbor mike who randomly appears in front of your doorstep, an unusual flushed look in his tired features. neither of you have been formally acquainted, if you don’t count the forced awkward exchanges when getting the mail outside.

although, mike was good looking despite his unkempt demeanor — the remnant memories of his stiff politeness and husk voice had you fawning over him for as long as you were made aware of his presence. but it seems like he’d rather get to work or rest at home than getting to know any of his neighbors.

but now, he stands in front of you shifting one foot over the other — his wavering eyes settling onto the torn box in his grasp rather than your face. there was a bob to his throat, swallowing down on his thickening saliva in anticipation.

“uh sorry to bother you, but i’ve actually gotten your package on accident and ummm … i opened it.” his fumbling words shot through his lips like he’s in a rush, but you still manage to make his statement coherent.

he directs your curious eyes over the beaten package and immediately, your polite smile turned into a silent scream. the rabbit vibrator that you ordered online was hastily covered in some old newspaper — what mike probably did beforehand out respect of your already invaded privacy. the hot pink color and obnoxious packaging taunting you. your name was bold and printed on the delivery sticker, sparing you no excuses for your erotic purchase.

your dilated pupils and now flushed complexion made mike feel apologetic, yet somewhat amused. his encounters with you were a rarity, but he made sure to remember those moments. like when you would focus on reading the mail beside the shared mailbox, the way your face looked so cute carefully squinting and mumbling each word. or even that time you mistaken his sister as his daughter, the same dust of pink settled onto your cheeks like it did now.

mike formed an impression that you’re put together and tooth achingly innocent, but after accidentally opening your package — his superficial thoughts about you has gone down south and into the depths of a more lustrous head space.

how would you look like using it? what would you sound like? crude and carnal ideas spilling over the mental image of your face, his senses clouded with this new epiphany.

he carefully hovers his hand over yours and guides them with a phantom touch, placing the package gently in your stiffened grasp. the furrow in your brows and lack of response made him worried you might pass out — but then you began to sputter a shy “thank you”, your quivering eyes never meeting his. it was a nice look, he couldn’t deny it.

“i won’t tell, promise.” his previous nervous manner completely melted away as he teases you for a bit, his pointer finger pressed against his friendly smile — like it could somehow permanently seal his lips from exposing your status on your sex life.

you nodded, not trusting yourself to speak — not when you heart feels like it’s about to explode while your body temperature is fighting between haunting chills or overwhelming heat. the gaze in his eyes was much more darker and relaxed than before. weirdly enough, you trust him like you’ve known him your whole life. mike gives you a friendly farewell before he makes his way back into his house.

slowly shutting the door with a solid click, you immediately pathetically fall to your knees and shriek in absolute horror — the box crashing down with you and revealing the one thing that made this rare exchange so humiliating, embarrassment settling so thick in your core. your hot neighbor knowing you’re sexually active? currently getting off to a dingy sex toy? you cannot go back outside again, not if you’re going to possibly see him. hell, you cannot even use the toy without thinking of mike. it’s like he cursed it with some spell, the whispers of his name draw closer each passing second whenever you gaze at the toy.

his ears perk at the bloodcurdling scream that pierced through your closed windows — one so loud and dramatic, it sounded like an active crime scene. he couldn’t help but helplessly laugh into his baggy sleeves, prickles of tears in the corners of his eyes. it’s been awhile since he’s laughed like that, it was needed. returning back home felt less eventful, your embarrassment still making him chuckle under his breath and somewhat eager to see it on you again.

of course, there’s no shame of getting yourself off, but if you needed a helping hand — mike would gladly come over and do his due diligence to be the perfect neighbor. with his new image of you carved into his mind and colorful second impression of you, maybe it’s time for him to make a more formal introduction of himself, once you actually start recovering from your eternal embarrassment.

So real 😔✊

All y’all out here saying “Mike Schmidt is such a dom!” “Mike is really good at hiding how dominant he is!”

THAT MAN IS SUBMISSIVE AND I NEED TO SEE MORE OF THAT STFU

Like mommy issues? the nightmares? mans wants to be comforted, fight the wall. he wants to be told he’s a good boy and that he’s loved

LET MEN BE SUBMISSIVE 2023

I crawled out of a coma for this

You know thats future man clip of Josh hutcherson jerking off? Imagine that with Mike and reader walks in ANNNDDD he’s all subby maybe even gets edged 😋😋

jae i love u so much i missed you

tags: fuck this is driving me crazy, absolutely pure filth. there is nothing sfw about this. afab!reader. dacryphilia maybe + the tiniest blood

mike had the house to himself. his whines and empty pleas rang throughout the home. he wasn’t usually this needy, but god he hadn’t seen you in so long and his cock was just so achy and leaky in his jeans. he couldn’t take it. he tried to at least go slowly. pumping his cock at a reasonable pace, swiping his thumb over his slit at the tip of his cock for an extra wave of pleasure. he tried so hard to be patient, imaging your voice telling him to not be so needy. but he couldn’t help himself and began wildly grinding his hips into his hand, imagining it was you.

what the brunette failed to realize is that you had walked into his home a few minutes ago. you heard his cries and whines, each of them going straight to your core. after another agonizing minute you decided to make your presence be known. you walk up to his door and slowly open it to realize the heavenly sight.

“mike?”. your eyes hold a false innocence, knowing full well you had savored his pleas up until this moment. his teary eyes batted up at you. his eyelashes barely hiding his doe eyes. mikes chest was heaving and his head was leaned up against the wall. his thick cock was drooling beads of pre coating his hand and length. his tip was bright pink, begging for attention.

“i need you so, so bad.” those six words were all you needed. your lips make quick contact with his, the kiss was sloppy. he lips swollen from his teeth digging into them combined with his never ending whines. your tongue smoothly found his way into his mouth, he didn’t even begin to try and fight for dominance. he was putty under your touch right now. before pulling away your tongue glided over his bottom lip, tasting the metallic remnants of blood from his biting. he whined. you held the palm of your hand out and mike immediately knew what to do. he spat in your hand and guided your wrist to his neglected cock.

you started of slow knowing that he was sensitive and not wanting to overstimulate him, yet. you began to quicken your pace after noticing mike had become accustomed to your slower one. his big round eyes batted up at you once more, this time tears spilt from them. he watched you stroke him with his mouth slightly open, eyes never leaving you. you opened your mouth to let some drool fall onto his already drenched cock. this sent him over the edge. he held your hand in place and began fucking up into your hand. you let him, knowing you weren’t gonna let him get away with it so easily. his cries got louder and he pulled you towards him, lips animalisticly taking your own. you knew he was close. so just when you believed he was gonna cum, you snatch your hand away. he lips left yours, only leaving a string so saliva connecting you two.

“baby please.” tears began to fall again. “you can’t do this to me, not right now. needa cum so bad, please.”. his eyes were pleading you.

“m’ sorry baby, you gotta beg. you know better than to fuck yourself using me without asking first.” your hand cupped his face, wiping away his tears. you know how pent up he was, the way is cock was leaking so badly, and the way you could see it throbbing against his happy trail.

“pleasepleaseplease let me cum. i won’t do it again- ngh, promise baby. just please- let me feel you.” he sniffled back his tears while begging for release. you couldn’t deny him any longer.

“you’re so good for me, my sweet boy”.

your hand make it’s way back onto his length, resuming the pace you originally set. mike reached his high quickly, reducing him to a whiny mess while you helped him ride out his orgasm. huge white spurts of cum painted his tummy and your hand. you let his breathing come back to normal before peeling your hand off his softening cock. mike picked up a towel from the floor and wiped both you and himself off before leading you to his bed. you immediately felt comfortable in the familiar bed. he found his way into your arms, one of the only ways he can fall asleep.

“i love you so much”, he sleepily mumbles into your neck. you give his temple a loving kiss.

“i love you too, mike. you know i’ll always take care of you.”

PLEASE send mike schmidt reqs… i’m actually losing my mind over him rn😋

(wanna do smut drabbles but im desperate)