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MISCELLANEOUS ONE SHOTS !
note from author all works are 18+ ; ☽ indicates explicit sexual content; home
includes ... BRUCE WAYNE (BATTINSON); RAFE CAMERON; JAKE SULLY; ETHAN LANDRY; STILES STILINSKI; MIKE SCHMIDT; LUKE CASTELLAN; PAUL ATREIDES; ART DONALDSON, TASHI DUCNAN
MIKE SCHMIDT X F. READER, lust by chase atlantic inspo.
Summary: Mike has a little drug addiction, Mike is your best friend, who has been secretly in love with you for years, Mike is tired of seeing your jealous boyfriend all the time as if your boyfriend really deserved you, Mike and he hate each other but your boyfriend is really an idiot. For Mike you are everything, simply the world makes sense by your side but he doesn’t know what this feeling can come to.
TW: violence, drugs, psychological abuse.
a/n: This is my first time writing something, I speak Spanish so the story was originally written in Spanish and then I translated it into English, plz don’t be rude if there is a mistake 😭 I wrote this before I fell asleep.
‘Long walk through the forest come and find me.
Cold night, dark sprites, sip it lightly.
I don’t even wanna fuck, I just like you.’
One more line.
Mike felt how his body received that precious dust through his nose, he inhaled and reclined on the sofa, feeling every part of his body react to the intruder in his body. Possibly it was his third or fourth line on the day, I have consumed my quota for the week, I think. He thought. He wanted to run, he wanted to go out, he felt that he could end the world at that very moment, his mind was heavy, the images did not stop running frantically in his head, he was feeling the impact of the narcotic.
He quickly searched for his phone, Mike was the type of boy who has many girls in his contacts willing to fall where he suggested and this was one of those moments, Mike was a type of fuckboy, although the term seemed pathetic to him.
He was focused on looking for some girl from his old nights, until he felt the doorbell on his door. Anger grew inside him, he did not expect company, not yet at least, the effects of the drug were obviously making him feel much angrier, he went angrily to the door, once opened, it seemed that everything was multicolored, the girl behind the door looked so beautiful that for a few moments he thought that maybe he was hallucinating.
“Y/n? What are you doing here without telling me that you would come?” Y/N, his best friend and evidently the girl he loved from the moment he met her, would never be bothered by such a pleasant visit, although if he had known it, he might not have made his state with the drug obvious, he hurried to look away from the girl and wiped his nose from the remains of dust that could remain. Now he felt embarrassed.
“Hey, Mike... were you putting that shit in again? Look at your eyes...”
The girl pushed Michael slightly so she could enter the apartment without paying attention to Mike. The boy simply closed the door and followed you with his eyes, trying to calm the thoughts that went to a thousand per hour, for Mike you looked as beautiful as ever, anyone with a minimum of common sense would notice that he was totally fucked by you.
On the other hand, you had always seen Michael as your best friend, you loved your boyfriend even if sometimes he behaved like an idiot and made you suffer on multiple occasions but you loved him anyway, even when he abused you psychologically. You knew that Michael had a history of being a heartbreaker and a drug addict, so no matter how much you loved that boy, in the past you could not have generated romantic feelings for him either, you were not going to submit to that pain, although more than ever, in the solitude of your room you thought what it would be like to be touched by him, it was just lust.
“Michael, we’ve talked about this at least 100 times since you started this shit, don’t you understand how serious it can be if you don’t stop?”
Mike, who was now sitting again on the couch next to you looking at the small tray with the remains of the white powder, simply let out a giggle as he hugged the girl, noticing how she let out a small moan of pain.
What was happening?
Michael separated from you as he watched you with intrigue, as if he expected you to explain the reason for your pain, which did not happen.
“Does something hurt you, y/n?”
Silence again for a few seconds until you could think of something, you had screwed up.
“I fell and now my back hurts, nothing to worry about, Mikey.”
Michael sketched a small smile as he looked away, it was enough to know that he had not believed you at all, his intuition was never going to fail, you could see the paranoia in him eyes. A few minutes passed in silence in which your gaze was on the ground, it was useless to hide it, you were not a good liar. Michael’s hands removing your shirt took you out of your thoughts, leaving only with your bra. You shuddered at his touch and felt the heat on your cheeks, this was new.
The boy’s face was indescribable when he saw a bruise on your back, observing with intrigue, again you didn’t give him an answer, this was very bad.
“Can you explain to me what the hell happened to you? This is not a simple fall, y/n.” You noticed how his tone was firm and serious, it even seemed that the entire effect of the drug had disappeared if it were not for his dilated pupils.
You let out a sigh and looked away with shame, you cleared your throat before you could speak, you had to choose your words well to prevent the boy from reacting even worse, less in this state. “My boyfriend and I argued, I was wrong and accidentally burned his favorite food, he got angry and started yelling at me, when I tried to apologize he just pushed me against the kitchen table and I think I lost consciousness for a few seconds... it’s the first time it happens, it’s nothing serious, I’ll talk to him when I can.”
Michael ran his hands through his hair in frustration, he knew it and was trying to control his anger, he breathed a few seconds before getting up violently.
“Y/n, it’s not the first time it happens! Many times I have seen marks on you, I always tried to think that maybe it was something private of yours or something fortuitous, I tried to think that maybe the faggot you have as a boyfriend was not such an idiot, he was so wrong! Now I will go and I swear that he will suffer so much that he will have to beg me to kill him.”
Mike took his jacket and you felt your abdomen contract when you noticed that he was serious, you could see the anger in his eyes, you were really scared. Before he could get to the door, you stood in front of him and kissed him desperately, you didn’t know if the desire was because of his attitude, his touch and that you had been feeling lust for him for a long time, anyway you managed to distract him.
His body relaxed and although it took him a few seconds to reciprocate, he took your waist and attached you more to him when he didn’t touch the area you had sensitive, as if he had also been waiting for this moment for a long time.
Mike’s thoughts were in a spiral of emotions, he was confused, although he also knew that you were possibly doing it to distract him, anyway, he knew that he would never leave you close to that man again. The kiss intensified and you took your arm to walk towards his room, your desire was wild, you needed it, now.
“Y/n, wait.” You stopped at the door of his room, waiting for what the boy had to tell you, you left some wet kisses on his neck while waiting for his answer, feeling his body tense at your touch. “No, y/n, I don’t want this like that, I don’t even wanna fuck, I just like you.” Of course he wanted to, Mike wanted it more than anything but he wasn’t willing to make you think that he only wanted that with you.
“Mike, fuck love, we can do this shit forever if it’s just lust.” You said before kissing him as if it were the last thing you would do in your life.
fnaf canonically takes place in utah (in the games) so cowboy mike is something that can absolutely be plausible
cowboy mike grew up in a loving home that allowed him to foster into the man that he is. he grew up like his father, and his grandfather, and his great grandfather, on horses and in fields. but as he became an adult, and his parents were no longer around, he was forced to sell his horses. the land has repeatedly been eyed by those too greedy to be deemed human beings, but he absolutely refuses to get rid of his home. he wants abby to grow up at least a bit like he did, even despite the black cloud that hands over their home now.
he’s helpful around town, takes as many odd jobs as he can get. but he’s known to be a bit of a recluse for a reason. he still has an in at a stable not far from his house, the one he sold his last horse to, and sometimes he’ll go down there and ride a bit to let off steam. he aches to ride through the fields like he used to with his dad when he was younger, but it’s not exactly possible.
he drives a truck, old and broken but his nonetheless. he wears jeans that fit just right in his butt, maybe a little too tight but they attract wanted attention from pretty girls like you. he’ll sometimes have a toothpick in the corner of his mouth after dinner, at first to get the frozen meal out of his teeth but then it becomes a fidget toy before becoming an accessory.
he hates when he has to take the job at freddy’s. mostly because it’s such a far drive and because the stuffy room doesn’t allow for sunshine at all. he starts to lose his tan, and his freckles start to dim, and when you pout about the absence of both he’s willing to install a window in the security room himself if it’ll make you happy.
he’s always in the business of making you happy, but his lifestyle (unwanted) doesn’t allow for much happiness on any front. still, he makes do with what he can. the little plot of schmidt land can get scary at night, but he likes to spend evenings on the wrap around porch watching the stars with you. he also likes when abby is at a friends place and that leaves the house alone for both of you, allowing him to take you out back, lay you on the grass, and fuck you right under lyra.
side note: he played baseball growing up.
in case you were wondering if mike talks you through it: i'm here to tell you that he does!
he's affectionate, and someone who likes to see others succeed, so verbal praise and encouragement sort of comes to him easily. of course, he's a bit of a shy guy, quiet even when he has something to say, sometimes only talks when he's spoken to. so it's a little hard to get him out of his old habits when fucking.
but mike is the founder of the Pussy Drunk Society and he just babbles when he's in you for long enough. it's like he's under a spell, forced to voice nearly every thought that pops up in his mind and when he's fucking into you, balls audibly slapping against your ass each time his skin meets yours, the only thoughts he has is you.
"you're so good for me, baby. always so good. feel good, too. wanna live in your pussy for ever and ever. god, honey."
and even when he's a little submissive, fucking himself out of his own mind, if you're faltering, struggling to keep up with him, he's all: "no, no, you got it, honey. don't doubt yourself. you feel good, right? yeah? it’ll feel even better when you cum. you can do it, baby. you can do it for me, can’t you? there you go. just like that. don’t think too hard about it. just lemme make you feel good.”
😳but like phone sex with mike when you’ve had a rough day and he just talks u thru it anddd…ummm….uhhhhh…
i’m so normal about him i promise
your bath water has gotten a little cold at this point. the once copious amount of bubbles has become sparse, nothing but a few thin groups towards your feet.
but the unfortunate change in your bathtub is the least of your concerns. instead, you’re solely focused on two things: your fingers working through your cunt, and the sound of your boyfriend on the line encouraging you.
“you still being good for me? still doing what i say?”
you hum affirmatevely, your ring and middle fingers still slowly working up and down your slit as per mike's last instructions.
"that's a good girl."
the praise instantly goes to your cunt, adding fuel to the fire that is your determination to finally cum after a long day. you sink further into the water, spreading your legs and even throwing your calf over the edge of the tub.
"mike," you say his name in a whisper, high and breathy. it's meant to gather his attention, but with the way your fingers stroke over your clit, it comes out more like a moan.
"what is it, baby?" mike, on the other hand, sounds calm. almost unbothered. but you know he's forcing it. there's no way he's not touching himself right now.
"can i cum, please? can you make me cum?"
mike chuckles, as if amused by the fact that far away, he can still control you.
"yeah? of course i can, baby."
hi love, could i please request a mike fic where he comforts his s/o after a failed exam? just happened to me w my pharmacology exam and im super stressed/sad about it :((
i love your fics & looking for some comfort as i sob into my pillow tbh :,)
-🪐
yes ofc ! im not much comfort when it comes to school and stuff (im a school hter) so hopefully a little ficlet will help :)
mike waits by the phone for your call.
he taps his short and dirty nails against the glass table, picking at his cuticles and hang nails to give him something to do with his hands. he itches to pick up the phone and dial your number, but he wants to give you space and time. patience. he's been practicing it lately.
in the meantime, he ogles at his rough hands, a reminder of how busy you'd been lately. your usual nail day with abby, and recently mike as well, had gone by untouched. leaving abby with chipped polish, and mike with undesirable hands, even though he never minded his nail care before you became a regular fixture in his life.
but he'd been patient, watching –– and sometimes just knowing, having not seen you for a while –– you study. watching you work yourself tirelessly over textbooks and scribbled notes. feeding you bites of food while he went through flashcards with you. waking up cold in the mornings when you left earlier than anticipated to get an early start on studying.
and today is the day. well, today was the day. but hours have passed and your exam surely was completed by now and mike hasn't heard from you. it's a sure sign of how it went, but he refuses to come to a conclusion until he hears your voice.
it's not a moment later until he gets his wish.
the phone rings and the second ring is interrupted by mike pulling the receiver up to his ear. "hello?"
it takes you a second to speak, but once you do, mike's face falls. "hey." your greeting is simple, but he hears the misery in the rasp of your voice.
"oh, baby." he doesn't say anything else, and neither do you. instead, mike reads the clock, 6:26 PM, and he looks into the living room to see abby staring at the TV.
realizing abby is picking up on your smart/bratty remarks to mike and him constantly giving you angry eyes every time he’s forced to deal with her (your) sass
mike feels his patience wearing thin. he's taken calming breaths, he's counted to five, he's closed his eyes and took a moment to himself. but when his eyes open, he still feels like he's going to burst a blood vessel.
abby's staring up at him as if she's the epitome of innocence. brown eyes that look eerily similar to his own hazel eyes staring up at him, her expression deadpan. and then mike casts his eyes up to find you standing a few feet behind her, hands hovering above the zipper of your jacket.
your face is one of shock, but amusement lives in your eyes and sits along your eyebrows.
he takes a deep breath, his hands find his hips like a magnet, and he says, "what?"
abby's quick to repeat herself, once again combatting mike's request for her to tidy her markers and paper up and his simple demand of "why not" whenever abby initially denied.
"i said: because i don't want to."
and again, mike looks at you, because her words sound eerily familiar to yours. you seem to be holding a laugh in, one that threatens to slip out when you meet mike's eyes. you turn around, hand clamped over your mouth, and then turn back to mike with a poorly concealed smile.
"abby, please. we have to go or we're gonna be late." abby shrugs and continues coloring her drawing. mike glances down and finds a stick figure of yourself, wearing a red dress that mike has seen on you many times before.
you take a step towards abby, maybe attempting to diffuse the situation, but you don't get any time to do so and are instead bursting out in a fit of giggles (despite mike's clear resentment) once abby is speaking once more.
"sounds like a mike problem."
handy boyfriend mike who helps you build a new bed frame out of the "kindness of his heart". it didn't take much work, but the pieces were heavy and your nails were fresh so reinforcements from him were required. plus, he was happy to help, only requesting periodic kisses and a glass of lemonade for reparations.
you don't know if him fucking you on your new bed was a hidden agreement for payment, or if it was just the natural follow of actions. first he built your bed, then he fucked you on it, naturally. either way, you're happy to lay back with your legs spread, your ass barely hanging off the bed and your calves thrown over mike's shoulders. his comment of "your bed is perfect hip height" was nowhere near innocent, even if he attempted to frame it that way. you automatically knew what he meant, not bothering to protest the forced spreading of your knees as he stepped between your legs at the time. instead smiling in his face and pulling your shirt over your head.
