I don't know what to title this. Mike hits it from the back. (18+)
Mike Schmidt x fem reader
1.6k words Tags: 18+, fem reader, brat reader, brat tamer mike, creampie, mike is an ass man, head (reader receiving), fingering, brief plug use (pussy), just pure filth, porn with no plot
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Since the events at Freddy's a year ago, things were finally starting to look up for Mike. His new job as a contractor and the subsequent new house he was able to afford after took a huge weight off his shoulders.
For once in his life since his dad left him at eighteen, he didn't have to scrape and claw his way through the month to pay rent and put food on the table. Who would have guessed poverty could be so stressful?
Still, there was one more little addition to his life that easily topped the other two: you.
Mike still couldn't believe he was dating you after all this time, that you were really his. Some days, he swore you were an angel sent from heaven, helping him with the house and Abby when things got overwhelming.
Other days, like today, he was sure you had to have been a test from Satan, a temptation of the highest degree, luring him to sin.
Mike stepped out of the bathroom and into his bedroom, towel wrapped around his waist. He wasn't sure what he was expecting from you tonight, but it certainly wasn't something this calculated and seductive.
His eyes went to your ass first, a sight that made him groan as he sat down on the edge of the bed, trying not to let you see his obvious arousal under the towel.
You were laying tummy-down on his bed in an obnoxiously tiny skirt that showed your bare ass and thighs beautifully. Mike's eyes trailed further up your body as his hand reached to squeeze your thigh, and saw you were also wearing his sweatshirt.
"Really?" he asked, giving you a playful smack on the ass as you pretended to read a book, your disinterested façade slipping away the more he touched you. "Is that my book, too?"
"Dream theory," you smile, making eye contact with him through the mirror on the wall in front of you. "Interesting stuff."
Mike's face flushes with a twinge of pink as he coughs out a reply. "I- that's old. I bought that when I was in high school."
This gets a giggle out of you, thumbing through the pages of his "old" purchase. "Mmm, well I'm on chapter three. Really enjoying your annotations."
Mike heard enough. He couldn't let you read any further. He snatched the book up with one hand and lifted your skirt with the other, fully exposing you to him.
You try to roll over in protest, but Mike is already holding you in place with strong hands.
"Nuh-uh," he starts, dropping his towel and positioning himself behind you, cock already herd and twitching. "In my bed, wearing my clothes, reading my book. 'Sgonna cost you."
"Oh, I didn't realize this was your skirt, Mike." You turn your head to look back at him with mock-innocence as he cages your body in with his own.
"Smartass." He smacks you again on the rear, this time with enough force to sting for a second.
With a yelp, you try to squirm out of his grasp, but it's too late. He wraps an arm around your neck, laying halfway on top of you with his hard dick pressing against the curve of your ass. His bicep puts a delicious pressure on the sides of your neck, and you have to bite back a moan.
"Safe word," he growls, breath hot and heavy against your ear. "Or I'm taking you right now. Just like this."
You just moan in response, eyes fluttering shut as you melt under the pressure and warmth of Mike's body.
He doesn't take well to this, reaching up under your his sweatshirt and tweaking your nipple in a way that always makes you squeal. "Words."
"Ah- just- ah! Fuck me!"
Mike doesn't stop to ask twice, he simply grabs his cock and begins to guide it in with one hand. That is, until, he feels his tip hit something hard and foreign.
Startled, he backs up off the bed as you giggle, reaching out for his hand and guiding it to your cunt. "Just keeping it warm for you!"
Mike groans as he pulls something out; a plug. It's burning hot to the touch, and he has to fight the urge to pop it straight in his mouth.
If he gets a taste for you, he'll easily spend an hour licking and sucking at your perfect pussy. Which, he'd be willing to do on a normal night, but right now? His dick is protesting the thought of anything but fucking you here and now. He feels a jolt, a painful throb shooting up from the base to tip, and quickly gets back into position.
He wants to put it in slowly, tease you inch by inch, but your greedy cunt sucks up his length so easily he sinks balls deep in one quick thrust. You moan beautifully in response, a pornagraphic sound that Mike can barely hear over the pounding of his own heartbeat in his ears. He's unsure how there's even enough blood left for that with how much must have rushed to his dick when he felt just how perfect and wet you are.
"You're so hot," Mike whispers reverently, taking deep breaths to calm his racing heart. "M'gonna cum too fast if we do it like this. So tight this way."
Your cunt clenches around him at the words, and he buries his face in your neck in a pathetic attempt to cover the whine that draws out of him. You'd picked this position for a reason, laying flat on your stomach with your legs closed.
Prone bone. His favorite. You'd already known he wouldn't last long, but that's half of why it was so hot. The other half was the guilty apology head he'd undoubtedly give you after, making you cum over and over with expert fingers until your legs shake.
"Then come." You clench around him again, intentionally this time, daring him to spill right now.
Mike groans and finally begins to move, growling out a couple words between each quick thrust. "So... damn... tight..." he marvels at how good your pussy milks his cock.
Its hard to keep your legs closed, as part of you wants to spread them open as far as they'll go, give him easy access. You hold back, though, knowing closed legs makes it even tighter for him. It'll all be worth it when he comes in a minute flat.
Each thrust has you arching into it, trying to wiggle your hips to his rhythm in hopes he'll go deeper than he's ever been. At this angle, it already feels that way, and you try to let him know with an incoherent fucked-out stream of babbles and curses.
As predicted, Mike can't keep up the pace for long. His thrusts grow more shallow, and as you look over your shoulder you can see him holding the base of his cock, face contorted in a desperate attempt to focus and keep from coming. The sight is too much, nearly drawing out your own orgasm despite the sloppier rhythm.
"Mike, come." You command him, tone switching from playful to stern in an instant.
His doesn't protest. His weight shifts as he let's go of his cock, planting both hands into the bed for better leverage. In just a few deep thrusts, he's coming, hot spurts that fill you to the brim and then some. He pulls out far too late, painting your ass and lower back with the last few ropes of pearly white cum.
Its an obscene amount, and Mike almost feels bad for the mess. Almost. Instead, he simply wipes you off with his discarded towel, planting a few quick kisses to your back as he does.
"Fuck, you didn't... did you...?" He can barely make eye contact, staring at your ass instead as he kneads at your thighs in an apologetic manner.
"Nope." Slowly, you lift your hips, pulling yourself up onto your knees and elbows, back arched so he can get a good view of the mess he made. His spend dribbles out of your cunt and down your thighs, and you can see all the shame leave his face in an instant as he's faced with your lewd display.
Mike shoves two fingers in your cunt with a groan, trying to keep his cum plugged up inside you. Where it belongs.
You moan a response, wiggling your hips in an attempt to get some friction going. You were sooo close when he was fucking you, just needed a liiiitle more from him...
That's when he adds a third finger, and though not as long as his cock, it's definitely thicker. A heat spreads through your abdomen and you can tell what's coming next before it happens.
Mike latches onto your clit, sucking hard as you ride his fingers. When he feels the fluttering of your orgasm, he sucks harder, squeezing your hip with his free hand.
Its not on his cock, but it may be the hardest you've ever come in your life. All the time spent teasing yourself on that plug while he showered had riled you up, and Mike practically edged you with how short he lasted inside you. His fingers are deliciously thick, and he guides your movements with his free hand on your hip as you ride them.
"Fuck, Mike..." You collapse on his bed, all but panting from the stimulation.
He isn't finished with you, though, and you squeal with a mixture of fear and delight as his body cages you in again once more. His dick is hard again, pressing into you as he yanks your hips back up to meet his own.
"M'not done here."
From the intense look in his eyes, you can tell he means it. This won't be your last orgasm tonight.
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A/N:
I went off my depression meds that were KILLING my libido like 3 days ago and now I'm horny and inspired again. God bless America god bless vibrators and god bless the FNAF 2 movie 🔥
here to say very quickly, thank you to everyone that continues to read my fics it genuinely means so much 😭🤍 !!! im not active but whenever i see a notification someone interacted with my work from 2 years ago it lowkey is crazy and means a lot <3
mike schmidt is the kind of guy who can’t stay still when you touch him - like sitting still is something he physically can’t do.
it starts simple, your hand slipping into his sweatpants as he leans back against the headboard, and suddenly he’s gasping, thighs tensing, head tipping back like the sensation short-circuited his whole body.
“f-fuck, wait-” he stutters, already twitching in your grip, like he wasn’t expecting you to just go like that. his hand shoots out, grabbing at your wrist but not stopping you - just grounding himself, trying not to fall apart too fast.
and god, the way he whimpers.
soft, broken little noises punched out of him every time your fist tightens just right, like he wants to be quiet but can’t help it. his hips keep lifting off the mattress like he's chasing the rhythm, like he’s not in control of his own body anymore.
“don’t stop, don’t stop- please, please, i can’t- ” it spills out of him, desperate and messy, voice shaking as you stroke him harder. he’s flushed all the way down his chest, jaw slack, trying to hold your gaze and failing miserably.
you brush your thumb over the tip and he bucks, whimpering like he’s being wrecked, panting like he’s already there. “shit, oh my god-i’m gonna- i-”
and when he does come, it’s with a choked cry, legs shaking, hands fisting in the sheets like he’s unraveling completely under you. and the second he can breathe again, he’s still twitching in your hand, forehead damp, chest rising fast like he’s run a mile.
you don’t even have to say anything - he’s already looking up at you with glassy eyes, lips parted like he’s still trying to figure out what the hell just happened.
no teasing, no comeback - just this quiet, stunned kind of awe, like he can’t believe how fast you undid him. like he wants more and can’t handle it at the same time.
Mike was always down on his luck, trying to make ends meet, chasing a kid around, doing everything he could to make it work. And god, if he didn’t appreciate you so much—he felt like he couldn’t show it.
You always picked up the slack ever since you met. You were good with Abby, you took care of him when he couldn’t do it himself, you never asked for anything in return. He felt like he was taking advantage of you at times. It never crossed your mind.
Mike was in his own head more often than not—you were surprised he never made that connection with Abby. But recently, he’d been paying more attention and just realized he needed to do something for you. Why hadn’t he thought about this sooner? After all, he couldn’t imagine life without you. He didn’t know how to survive if you weren’t with him.
Abby had just left the house for school, you and him were cleaning the house—him cleaning the kitchen and you tidying the living room. You suddenly heard the pan he was scrubbing clean drop in the sink. “You okay in there?” You asked as you folded the throw blanket and draped it over the top of the couch. You didn’t hear an answer, but as you turned around you saw Mike on one knee looking up at you with tears in his eyes. It wasn’t what you were expecting.
“Y/N…” Mike took a breath with his elbow propped on his knee. “I don’t have anything, you’re looking at everything I’ve got. But the one thing…the one thing I have that I can’t replace…is you.” You blinked, releasing the tears you’d been holding back. “I wish I had something to give you, but I just couldn’t wait any longer. You mean the absolute world to me, I needed you to know that and to know what I want and that’s you in my future.” You fell to your knees and hugged him in the middle of the living room floor, burying your face in his shoulder. “Will you marry me?” He whispered as he rubbed the back of your head, feeling your head move up and down to nod. “I’ll get you a ring one of these days.”
“Mike?” You sniffled, he kissed your forehead and pulled away to look at you.
“Yeah?” He asked.
“We really need to vacuum this floor.” You laughed through light sobs—happy sobs—and watched his face light up, tear streaks matching yours before he wiped yours away.
“I can do that.” Mike kissed you with both hands on your cheeks and helped you back up to your feet. “Thanks for putting up with me.”
Description: [18+ MDNI] AU where Billy survives the film's events and settles down with you in a secluded town. You start a small garden, build a tiny chicken coop, and raise some kids together. / Billy x GN!Reader
General Notes: Random Headcanons/Moments, No Mention Of Conception/Adoption (it’s completely up for interpretation), No Mention Of Your Children’s Gender, Use Of “Daddy” (in reference to Billy), The Word “Parent” Is In Reference To The Reader, Mention/Eating of Candy, Mention Of Billy’s Burn On His Face (film), Purely Lighthearted, Light Amount Of Cursing, Mention Of Smoking
Author’s Note: Feeling domestic as hell and I was having trouble with my other fic so I decided to have fun instead. :) Thank you to @killerpixel for inspiring and creating some of these with me! Enjoy. <3 <3
Word Count/Bullet Point Count: 1,120 Words/51 Bullet Points
Your kids decide to draw with chalk on the driveway and Billy can’t bring himself to hose it off (that is until it rains), so he parks his shitty Camry on the dirt instead to make sure it doesn’t get messed up
He keeps a drawer full of their crafts/drawings, he does not have the heart to throw them out and probably never will
One of the crafts is literally a bent paperclip colored with red marker
Billy helps a lot in the garden and with the chickens, so the kids make him a set of “tools” out of paper and glue for him to use when he works (this made him cry)
He sings badly for them to help them sleep and tells them bedtime stories in funny voices, he gets embarrassed when you overhear him [thank @xcherryerim for this one <3]
When the kids are old enough, they eventually ask him about the burn on his face and he makes a different joke every time
“Oh, I was riding my motorcycle and a monster that hates motorcycles attacked me! Don’t ride motorcycles unless daddy takes you, okay?”
“Stop! You’re going to scare them, Billy!” “Okay, fine… So anyway, then a giant humanoid moth came out- ”
“Daddy, you met mothman?!” “Yeah, I met mothman! Your parent was actually married to mothman when I met them.” “Billy!” “You have moth-baby sisters and brothers.” “Billy, I’m leaving you and I’m taking the kids.”
The next day he makes mothman shaped pancakes, it becomes a running gag in the family
He manages to find mothman costumes for the kids for Halloween that year, so there are a bunch of tiny mothman’s running around the house and neighborhood
When you and Billy take them trick-or-treating that night, he has to (reluctantly) stop them from scaring the other kids on purpose (he is laughing the entire time)
Billy absolutely takes advantage of the “candy tax” and eats some of their candy as he looks through it, much to their disappointment
“I need to make sure there’s no poison!”
“Aww man, that one was poisoned…”
He pretends to collapse on the ground and scares the shit out of your children
Once they realize he’s messing with them, they dogpile on him and he looks to you for help
“I’m being crushed to death.” “Good, you deserve it.”
Soon after, the kids pass out on the couch surrounded by candy and still in their mothman onesies where Billy carries them all to their beds and kisses their little chocolate-covered foreheads
They definitely wake up sick the next morning from eating too much candy (he let them so you make him clean up after their mess)
Circling back to his burn, he’s applying scar gel/treatment on his face and he explains to his kids that it helps his face heal and stops it from hurting
They immediately start applying all of the cream to his face frantically and he lets them
“If I put more on, it’ll stop hurting faster!” “That’s not how that works, my love.”
“Daddy’s dying!” “No! It’s okay! I feel so much better now, baby, you helped so much!”
Before you know it, the entire tube is gone and Billy’s face and neck smell entirely of aloe vera
“I fixed daddy’s face!” “Hmm… I don’t know, I think it needs more lotion. The other half is still a little funny-looking.” “Hey!”
Billy is folding the laundry and putting it away when he puts his own underwear on his head to make the kids laugh, soon they all put their clean underwear on their heads and take a selfie to send to you
Billy is giving one of your babies a bath and he gives them a funny little soap beard to show you while giggling
Very shortly after, the baby flicked soap into his eye
“Babe, my eye burns now.” “Aww, just like the rest of your face…”
One day, he takes the kids for a ride on his motorcycle (they were small enough to sit in front of him and he went at 5 mph up the street and back) and you got mad at him anyway
To make up for it, you make him pamper you for the next week (more than he does normally somehow)
Despite how terrified you were, your kid looked really cute in that big ass helmet
When it snows, he dresses up the kids and plays with them, building snowmen and pouring snow down the back of your sweater (this gets him in trouble again)
One time he threw a snowball at the back of one of your kids' heads, it was very small and mostly cushioned by the hood of their jacket but they went down face-first into the snow anyway
He was trying so hard to hold back his laugh as he helped them back up
He’s shoveling snow from the driveway one day and accidentally tosses some onto one of your toddlers
He feels really bad until the kid laughs and he does it again
Billy takes the kids to a community waterpark during the summer with his fake denim print swim trunks and they push him into the water
They’re playing marco polo and he loses sight of them for a total of 3 seconds because they decided to hide under the lawn chairs (he cries when you and him go to bed that night)
He also made sure the kids were absolutely slathered in sunblock when they went, but he forgot to put some on himself
The burn on his face gets irritated because of this and it makes me a little grumpy for the next few days, which leads one of your kids to bring him a flower from your garden
“It’ll make daddy’s red half feel better.”
He keeps the flower in his wallet until it turns to dust
One of your kids’ first words is your name, which kind of makes Billy jealous
The same kid takes their first steps toward him later on and Billy brags about it for the next year
Billy tries to quit smoking as soon as you start raising kids, but he still smokes outside sometimes when they’re not around
One time, one of them catches him and he can’t think of a good explanation for what he’s doing
“Oh, this? Uhh… it helps, um, with daddy’s… anger issues and stuff. It calms him down.”
The next day, at breakfast, your kid turns to you worried and a little sad
“Daddy turns into a dragon when he’s angry. Is he gonna eat me?”
Billy immediately throws out his last pack and doesn’t touch a cigarette for a long time after that
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Jack Daniels ~ Agent Whiskey x afab!reader (wc: 2.6k)
“Wish you were here right now, all of the things I'd do. I wanna get freaky on camera” — Cybersex by Doja cat
SMUT ONE SHOT | MDNI | +18
Warning: Sexual tension | online sex | light voyeurism | sexual toy usage | porn with no plot | Not proofread | no use of y/n. | light praise kink | quicky
backstory: You found yourself in a particularly tiresome mission in the city of Rome. Although the work kept you occupied, it didn’t stop Jack from constantly calling you and expressing how much he misses you. One day, he sends you a special gift.
You found yourself rocking back and forth in your comfortable hotel room chair, captivated by the glorious sight of Rome through the window. The vibrant cityscape, a fusion of modernity and historic charm, held your attention so thoroughly that you could spend hours just gazing at it, if not for the fact that you were currently on a video call with your “boyfriend”, Jack.
The conversation went smoothly, the two of you chatting about your trip and how much you missed each other's company. In the midst of the conversation, Jack's voice suddenly shifted, hinting at a surprise.
"Hey sweetheart, I've got something special for you. Take a peek inside your suitcase, would ya?"
You glanced at the leather suitcase bearing the renowned S logo, the company monogram gleaming in the center. With a hint of anticipation, you carefully opened it, revealing a box wrapped in blue. You looked back at the camera and gave him a sly smirk, silently inquiring about the mysterious gift. Your mind buzzed with curiosity, wondering what treasures lay hidden inside the deceptively small box.
"Go on, open it," Jack's voice cut through the silence, his tone dripping with mischief and anticipation.
Your heart skips a beat as you gaze at the vibrator nestled in the blue box, a blush spreading across your cheeks. The sleek, purple device seems to wink at you, promising an unforgettable evening. You could feel Jack’s eyes light up with mischief as he saw your reaction on the small screen. A roguish grin spreading across his face.
"Well beautiful, looks like Santa came early this year," he draws teasingly. "I thought you could use some company on your little trip. Why don't you give it a test run for me, hmm?" His voice drops, taking on a husky, seductive tone. "I wanna see you play with it, darlin'. Put on a little show for me."
He leans back in his chair, showcasing his bulge to your hungry eyes. One of his hands casually rested on it, making him groan softly. His brown eyes practically undressing you through the screen, making your body shiver. "Don't be shy now.” He whispers. "Turn it on, sweetheart. Nice and slow. Let's see how loud I can make you moan from all the way over here."
The heat of your blush intensified. Hell, you felt like you were about to pass out from how overwhelmed yet turned on you were. Slowly, tentatively, you reach for the vibrator, your heart racing as you switch it on. The soft hum fills the otherwise quiet room. Your eyes widened as you felt how your hand quivered from the power of the toy, and you can't help but imagine the sensation it might bring.
As the vibrations grow stronger in your trembling hand, Whiskey's grin widens. He watched your every move, drinking in the sight of you under his spell. "That's it, baby. Mmmm, you look so fuckin' hot right now," he groans.
"I wish I was there with you, watching those pretty pink lips of yours wrap around that toy... But I guess this will have to do for now." He palms himself through his jeans, clearly getting off on the show. His free hand reaches for a cigar, lighting it up as he settles in to enjoy the view.
"Go on now, sweetheart. Don't keep me waiting," Whiskey urges, his voice needy with that typical hint of demand. "Bury that toy nice and deep, just like you like it. Fuck, I can almost hear those sweet little moans..."
He takes a long drag of his cigar, blowing out a plume of smoke. His eyes never leave the screen, riveted by your every move.
You disregarded your pants and underwear in a clumsy manner, feeling almost idiotic to do this through a video call, but in a twisted way, it was filthy, raw. Jack licked his lips, his gaze smoldering with lust as your anticipating legs opened just for him. He's clearly enjoying putting you in this compromising position, eager to push your buttons and drive you wild with pleasure, even from a distance.
With a deep breath, you press the vibrator against your sex, biting your lip as the buzzing warmth sends tingles through your body. inevitably, your back arches and you let out a mix of a gasp and a moan. Your eyes quickly go to the man on the screen, enamored by the sight.
"You're so goddamn sexy when you let yourself go like this. I love seeing you lose control for me," he praises, voice thick with lust as he chortles. "Now why don't you slip that toy in and out of that tight little pussy of yours and ride it for me? I want you to cum over and over until you can't even remember your own name."
Whiskey pushes his chair back, legs spreading wider. The heat in his gaze burns through the screen as he waits for you to follow his filthy commands. Slowly, you grind against the toy, looking right into his brown eyes, putting on a show just for him.
“Ah goddammit.” A loud groan of frustration escaped Jack, followed by the sound of his laptop slamming down as he abruptly ended the call. Your heart skipped a beat, pounding fiercely against your chest as you stared at the suddenly blank screen of your laptop. The sudden disconnection left you feeling both puzzled and worried, a flood of anxiety washing over you.
The sinking feeling in your stomach grows as you process the implications of Jack's abrupt departure from the call, but before you can dwell on it further, a bright flash of light emanates from your smart glasses, momentarily blinding you. The urgent meeting notification blinks insistently, demanding your attention. In a panic, you instinctively nod, accepting the video conference without a second thought.
As the holographic display materializes before you, you realize the gravity of your oversight. In the heat of the moment, you had completely forgotten about your state of undress, the vibrator still nestled between your thighs. A wave of embarrassment washes over you as you pray that the hologram's limitations will spare you from any potential mortification.
Shifting uncomfortably in your seat, acutely aware of the toy's presence and the lingering warmth it has left on your sensitive skin. Your mind races with the possibilities of what might happen if anyone were to discover your compromising situation.
Your heart skips a beat as your gaze lands upon Jack, his flustered expression instantly setting your nerves on edge. You can practically feel his eyes boring into you from behind the holographic display, his presence both comforting and unnerving.
With a quick nod, you acknowledge his presence, trying to keep your voice steady and professional as you address him. "Agent Whiskey."
“Agent Wine.” His response, laced with a knowing smirk, makes your cheeks flush with equal parts embarrassment and excitement.
The way he says your codename, drawing out the 'Wine' with a playful inflection, sends a jolt of electricity through your body. It's as if he's relishing in his knowledge of your compromising position. You squirm in your seat, the vibrator still nestled between your thighs, a constant reminder of your shared secret.
The meeting drones on, a seemingly endless parade of statistics and strategic plans. Your mind struggles to keep pace, constantly drawn back to the throbbing between your thighs. You try to focus on the cold, clinical data presented, but your body betrays you, each movement a torturous reminder of the toy hidden beneath your body.
Your eyes dart around the holographic conference table, avoiding the temptation to glance down at the source of your distraction. You know that looking at Jack will only make matters worse, his mere presence a constant tease. But in a moment of weakness, your gaze drifts to his face, colliding with those piercing brown eyes and that infuriating smirk.
A chill runs down your spine as you raise an eyebrow questioningly. Before you can utter a word, Jack's finger presses to his lips, a silent command to keep quiet. Your heart races as he reaches into his pocket, retrieving a small remote control. Without a word, he presses a button, and the vibrator springs to life, humming softly against your most sensitive flesh.
A sharp gasp escapes your lips as the sudden stimulation sends shockwaves through your body. Your hands fly to the edges of your desk, gripping the wood so tightly your knuckles turn white. The vibrations pulse through you, each wave building upon the last, threatening to consume you entirely.
You bite your lip, trying desperately to stifle any further sounds. Your thighs tremble, the muscles quivering as you struggle to maintain control. The holograms flicker and dance around you, but all you can focus on is the relentless throb between your legs, the heat building steadily in your core.
“Is everything okay?” Ginger's eyes sparkled with concern and confusion as she addressed you.
You mustered a composed response, trying to maintain a steady tone. "Yes, I thought I saw a bug. Apologies."
At that moment, Tequila spoke up with a bemused smirk. "A bug? You're afraid of a tiny insect, Wine?" Whiskey chuckles darkly at Tequila's comment, his eyes never leaving yours. He leans back in his chair, a smug grin playing on his lips, clearly enjoying your struggle.
“Yes, a bug.” Your eyes narrowed, teeth gritting together as you shot a warning glare at Tequila. He quickly got the message, backing down with a knowing smile.
You let out a silent sigh of relief, turning your attention back to the meeting. But even as you try to focus on the discussion at hand, your mind keeps drifting to Jack, to the power he holds over you in this moment.
You are silently pleading for mercy. But his gaze remains fixed upon you, his expression one of pure, unadulterated lust. He revels in this, in the knowledge that he holds your pleasure, your very sanity, in the palm of his hand at this moment.
The minutes tick by agonizingly slowly, each second an eternity of sweet torture. You bite your lip hard enough to draw blood, the coppery taste mingling with the sweat beading on your brow. Your breath comes in short, sharp gasps, your chest heaving with the effort to maintain your composure.
Finally, the meeting draws to a close. The holographic displays flicker and vanish, leaving you alone with Jack and the lingering echo of the vibrator's hum. You slump back in your chair, your body trembling with the aftershocks of your denied release.
Jack's gaze locked onto you from across the room, a smug smile playing on his lips. "Sweetheart, you did great," he remarked before adding, "but I'm afraid we have some unfinished business to take care of."
Tossing the glasses into the bed, you called Jack again, slumping back in your chair, your body trembling with the effort of maintaining your composure.
As the video call connects, Whiskey's smirking face fills your screen, his eyes glinting with wicked delight. He leans back in his chair. "Well, hello there, darlin'," he drawls, his voice low and husky. "Looks like you're all alone now. No more prying eyes to worry about."
His gaze takes over your trembling form, taking in the sight of you sprawled out in your chair, cheeks flushed and chest heaving. You can practically feel the heat of his stare through the screen.
"I couldn't stop thinking about that little show you put on for me earlier," Whiskey continues, a predatory edge creeping into his tone. "The way you squirmed and bit your lip, trying so hard to hold back those sweet moans... Fuck, it was hot."
His free hand disappears from view for a moment, and when it reappears, it's wrapped around the thick length of his cock, stroking slowly. “You did so well" he purrs, his voice a low, seductive growl as looks at you. The way his rough voice turned into soft whimpers with each stroke sent a fresh wave of heat courses through your body.
His other hand actively looks for the controller, turning the vibrator a level more. It’s more loud, faster and intense, hitting all the right spots in your heat. “Fuck…” You cry out, thrusting your hips into the air as you look at him.
Your eyes drift downward, taking in the sight of his hand moving rhythmically, pumping his hardened length with slow, deliberate strokes. The knowledge that he is pleasuring himself while watching you only adds to the intensity of the moment, a heady mix of exhibitionism and voyeurism.
"Fuck yeah, just like that," he groans, palming himself harder. "You're so goddamn sexy, baby. The way you're movin' on that... Mmmm, makes me wanna bend you over and fuck you 'til you can't walk straight."
His gaze is intense, burning into you through the screen. "You like puttin' on a show for me, don't you darlin'?" Jack coos, voice low and rough with arousal. "Such a naughty thing, lettin' me watch you play with yourself. I bet you're drippin' wet right now, aren't you?"
Jack’s hand speeds up on his cock, stroking himself faster, getting off on the erotic display you're giving him. The other hand holds the controller, ready to push you over the edge at any moment.
“Just for you.” You utter, struggling to even talk as the level is torturing your pussy, barely able to keep your eyes on him.
“Damn right it's just for me," he growls, his voice thick with desire. "You're all mine, Agent. Every inch of that sexy body belongs to me." With that he turns one, then another cruel level more.
Your eyes roll back as the vibrations intensify, the toy mercilessly pounding into your sensitive flesh. Your body convulses, spasming uncontrollably. “Jack!” You cry out, begging him for something you’re not sure about. All you know is that the vibration is more than you can handle.
"Sorry sweetheart. I just wanna see you lose control. Fuck that pussy 'til you're screamin' my name. Show me how much you miss my cock."
His breathing grows ragged, chest heaving with each labored breath. He's completely entranced by the sight of you, lost in the fantasy of being there with you, taking you apart with his own hands and tongue. "Goddamn, you're so fuckin' hot," he praises breathlessly.
His words ignite something deep within you, a primal need that demands to be satiated. You arch your back, pressing the vibrator harder against your aching core as you ride the waves of sensation crashing over you. Your breath comes in short, sharp gasps, your chest heaving with the effort of holding back the impending release. The tension builds, coiling tighter and tighter in your belly until you can stand it no more.
With a cry of pure, unadulterated ecstasy, you let go, your body convulsing as the orgasm rips through you. The vibrator's hum seems to intensify, prolonging your climax, drawing out every last drop of pleasure. Through the haze of your own release, you see Jack's hand move faster, his breath coming in harsh pants as he chases his own end, whimpering your name like a prayer as he cums all over those strong, manly hands of his.
As the afterglow fades, his eyes meet yours, a wistful, almost vulnerable expression on his face. "God... Can we do this till you come back?" he asks, his voice tinged with a hint of uncertainty.
A playful smirk tugs at your lips as you lean, a mock pout forming on your face. "Someone's needy," you tease, enjoying the way his brow furrows at your words, making him look like a cute puppy.
Jack rolls his eyes, a familiar gesture that never fails to amuse you. "Yeah, yeah," he grumbles, but there's no heat behind his words, only a fond exasperation. “I just miss you.”
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“Feel that?” Derek teases, gliding his cock in and out of your hole. You were practically drooling, bent over his desk— where he should be working, to be fair— feeling every vein of his massive length.
You nod, unable to answer with words.
Derek smacks your ass, causing you to let out a rather loud whine. “Speak up.” He instructs through gritted teeth. He was panting heavily as he continued filling you up with his cock.
“I- I do,” you hurried to speak, gripping the edges of his desk so tightly your knuckles turned white. “You’re so big.”
He grins at that, shoving deeper inside of you. He loves to hear that and you knew it. “Such a good slut,” he praised, gripping your hips.
“Derek, ‘m so close!” He could feel you clench around him but he wasn’t going to let you cum that easily. You should know better.
He smacked your ass again— this time just a little harder than the last— before leaning down to whisper in your ear; “who said you could cum yet, whore?”
summary: jhutch chars realising they're in love with you headcanons for josh futturman (future man), derek danforth (the beekeeper), mike schmidt (fnaf), billy (burn), clapton davis (detention) and peeta mellark (the hunger games). suggestive elements.
ੈ♡˳ josh futturman
♡ it hits him like a truck one day, the realisation that he loves you. he's not even with you in that moment, in his own bedroom, sitting up suddenly from bed. he repeats it over and over, testing how it feels on his tongue. . . oh god, he loves you.
♡ he's never felt like this before. sure he's had crushes and stuff, but nothing as strong as this. it knocks the wind from his lungs. he can't stop smiling. he has to tell you.
♡ your next date consists of him tripping over his words the whole time, not entirely out of character for futturman, but you can tell he's on edge. he skirts around the words the entire time, until you kiss.
♡ when your lips meet, slowly, tenderly - he can't help it. an 'i love you' slips out between breaths against your lips. his cheeks blaze, but they blaze even brighter when you tell him that you love him too.
ੈ♡˳ derek danforth
♡ he realises he loves you one day at a party, watching you mingle with guests. he watches how you expertly wrap them around your little finger, a sudden surge of jealousy flooding his mind. he doesn't want you being with anyone else, you're his. and - fuck, fuck, what? he loves you.
♡ fuck, derek panics. this can't happen. it's not supposed to happen. he doesn't do that romantic sappy shit. he's happy, happy with the way things are, right? how did you manage to get so close? how are you doing this to him?
♡ he realises he doesn't want those other partners, flings, whatever, he just wants you. and he holds it in for as long as he can, bursting at the seams with love for you.
♡ it's not until you're both on the verge of climax one night, when it slips out unexpectedly in a moment of vulnerable passion, his lips ghosting against yours. it's out before he's even realised he's said it. but he means it, fuck he means it with everything in him. and it comes naturally to you too, echoing it as you capture his lips in yours.
ੈ♡˳ mike schmidt
♡ mike schmidt doesn't believe he deserves love. so when he realises how hopelessly in love with you he's fallen, he curses himself. he shouldn't, he can't. it'll only end badly for him, it's a pattern in his life he's cursed to follow.
♡ he starts to avoid you, stops asking you out, stops calling as often. you're hurt. and he hates that he's hurting you, but it's better for both of you. maybe if he can slip away silently, he can pretend he doesn't cherish the ground you walk on, maybe he can pretend you're not the love of his life.
♡ you greet him angrily at his front door, you're not going to let him slip away from you. you're met with resistance, until the words tumble from his lips in an avalanche of pent up feelings.
♡ it makes you pause, noting the sadness in his eyes. you cup his cheeks, gently guiding his face towards yours. you admit your love too, kissing his lips softly, repeating it as the look on his face tells you he doesn't believe your words, can't believe your words. but you'll prove it to him, every day for the rest of your lives if you have to.
ੈ♡˳ billy
♡ billy will tell you that he doesn't do 'love'. it's cliche, it's sickening. it's all to hide the fact though, that he's so clearly falling deeply in love with you.
♡ it's a sinking feeling that makes him feel sick, how much he cares for you. he finds himself thinking about you on drives, aching to have your hand in his. and he feels stupid, because he's never felt like this before. all those sickening love songs suddenly start to make sense, and he finds himself humming them occasionally.
♡ but how can he tell you? how can he tell you he loves you when his stomach forms knots at the very thought? it's too much, his soul will be laid too bare for him to handle any kind of heartbreak after that. instead he keeps his feelings to himself, cold, quiet, hoping they die away.
♡ they don't though, they blossom when you tell him you love him one day. you explain that you know he doesn't 'do love', but that you can't help it, you love him, and that's that. billy can't help it, he grabs your stupid dumb lovable face and kisses you till you both can't breathe, mumbling an 'i love you too' under his breath.
ੈ♡˳ clapton davis
♡ he realises he loves you one day while skating, and does something he hasn't done in a long time. fall. his body connects with the ground and he lays there, staring up at the pale blue sky passing him by. his arm stings a little from the impact, but he doesn't care. a smile spreads across his face, he loves you.
♡ clapton loves you, a lot. it's like a curtain has been pulled in his mind, revealing what was there all along. he's smiling, chuckling to himself as he wonders how he didn't realise it sooner. you're like, the coolest person ever. of course he's in love with you.
♡ he spends two whole weeks listening to 'if it's love' by sting. he sings it in the shower, hums it while out skating, mumbles it under his breath during classes. 'if it's love, it has no season, if it's love, there is no cure, if it's love, it won't see reason, and of this you can be sure. . .' - man, sting just. . . gets him. he totally understands the feelings he feels for you.
♡ and that's how he tells you, in a mixtape titled to you. the first song is that same song, and as you place it in and hit play, clapton rambles on about how he's fell head over heels for you. it's the cutest thing you've ever heart, the cutest thing anyones ever done for you - and you don't think you've ever seen him smile as wide as he does when you tell him you love him too.
ੈ♡˳ peeta mellark
♡ peeta fell in love with you the day he met you. it wasn't hard to fall, not when you clicked the moment you both said hello. they say love at first sight isn't real, but peeta knows you're proof that belief is wrong.
♡ he shows his love without words through his baking, sweet treats left at your doorstep, leftovers from the bakery brought on dates, asking you to try his experimental new recipe. he tells you he loves you through actions, through his kindness and patience. the way he gently tucks your hair behind your ear, holds doors open for you, or just simply listens with those sweet, gentle eyes.
♡ and he knows it's silly, maybe, how in love with you he really is. but he knows all to well that life is too short to hold back. he'd kick himself if he never got the chance to tell you how he really felt about you.
♡ so it's not hard for him to find the words when the time is right. they leave his lips, firm and strong, proudly almost. because he's been telling you he loved you from the day he met, albeit silently. and he'll tell you forever, until he proves just how special you are to him.
You leaned back in your chair, observing David as he eagerly sent the ball rolling down the lane. The clatter as all the pins were knocked to the ground echoed throughout the entire building, followed by a cheer from him. Watching him celebrate with such an adorable reaction, an amused giggle escaped your lips.
Tonight marked your fifth date together, and surprisingly, he was taking things slow. Despite his profession of running a club with not so legal activities happening behind the scenes, David seemed cautious, preferring to savor the anticipation rather than rushing into things. You found it a bit unusual, but his patience piqued your interest nonetheless.
David's smirk widened as he sauntered towards you, his gaze challenging. "Are you gonna play, or are you afraid of losing?" he teased.
In response, you grabbed the ball from him and met his gaze with a coy smile. “You know what they say?” you stated, your tone playful. "Men are either good at bowling or good in bed."
Your eyes darted to the screen, revealing his score surpassed your expectations. "You seem good at bowling,"
David chuckled nonchalantly, his confident demeanor unwavering. "Oh, alright," he replied, seemingly undisturbed by your earlier remark. "We'll see about that."
And oh, you were so wrong.
Your fingers clenched the sheets of his bed, your knuckles turning white as you felt the intensity of his every thrust against your body. There was an urgent need to prove your previous statement wrong.
“You still think I can’t be good in bed, sweetheart?” He teased, his fingertips tracing a path across your sensitive skin, leaving a trail of desire in their wake.
You tried to respond, yet the building friction between your bodies stole away your words. "I think you're better at bowling," you managed to utter, trying to goad him.
He nodded, a cocky smirk playing on his lips before he effortlessly turned your body, your back now pressed against the soft mattress. The unexpected movement made you gasp, a mix of surprise and anticipation.
“I wanna see that pretty face of yours while I fuck you.”
mike never really had a sweet tooth, was never one for indulging in treats. but when he stopped by your donut shop one morning on his way home from work, (just for coffee of course), something changed.
he got more than he bargined for with that first bag of donuts. mike was supposed to only buy coffee, wake himself up a bit so he could prepare abby for school. but how could he say no to you when you looked at him from behind the counter like that?
mike didn't return for a few days. he wouldn't admit to himself why, or maybe he didn't know yet. the thought of seeing you again in that cute little work uniform had his cheeks blazing.
maybe just once more wouldn't hurt.
once more turned into an every day kind of deal. you'd greet him just after his 6am shift ended, wide smile and donuts ready. he'd buy one medium coffee with no sweetners, two chocolate donuts and two strawberry donuts, plus one caramel if he was feeling particularly adventurous. "they're for my sister," he'd defend himself with a tight lipped smile. and you repeated it to yourself every time you felt your heart race at the sight of him. he wasn't here for you.
it was a lie, of course.
of course mike was here for you, though he tried to convince himself and you otherwise. he could never make the first move, this was weird, wasn't it? yeah, what kind of guy visits the same place every day just to see someone? augh, he felt like such a creep.
but little did he know, this was the best part of your day - seeing the sleepy eyed man with the messy brown hair step into the shop every morning. you hand him his order, he gives you a smile, and he's off. day made.
abby isn't complaining either, a steady supply of donuts? this was literally a dream. plus mike was smiling again, it was nice to finally see her big brother happy.
it was kind of poetic, that you start your shift just as his ended. kind of like two ships passing in the night. . . or morning, rather. it was okay though, you'd be content just like this, admiring him from afar, the man with sleepy eyes and messy brown hair who greeted you every morning.
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