#bottom ponders

[consul-valerius]

Actually posting a WIP on this blog because I’m pretty excited with these naked Barbie dolls LMFAO BUT thinking hard about Damien-timeline characters again/revisiting them, and these would be his main suitors/LIs lmfao

From left to right we haavvee:

Camilla: “former” mean-girl who is trying to make up for relentlessly bullying Damien as a child post-abduction lmfao her and Naima are childhood best friends, and she’s essentially another rich kid from an “old-money” household. Her parents are fairly (and openly) judgmental of Donna and Val’s relationship and as a result look down on Damien as a whole (which spills over into how Camilla acts/acted)

Antony: The Man. Works on a vineyard that has been in Valerius’s family for generations; doesn’t live in Vesuvia, so he is a bit in the dark in terms of how Damien carries himself when with other rich assholes (which means he’s much softer with Damien than with anyone). While Damien and him weren’t close when they were children, he always had a bit of a crush on him and they finally had the chance to really meet and connect when Damien returned

Naima: my babygirl. The future countess of Vesuvia who inherited her mother’s (and let’s be real father’s lmao) poor taste in men (Damien lmfao) Like Camilla, very repentant for how she treated Damien when they were children and also carries the weight of her mother’s successes (and failures) on her shoulders at all times lmfao

Lucius: another well-off, old money rich kid with parents who have remained (primarily silently) loyal to Lucio, even after his death (hence his namesake—also inspired by Squad convos lol) While he and Damien didn’t have many interactions when they were children, he instantly gravitated towards Damien when he returned and they almost immediately started an on-again-off-again fling (apple -> tree)

The distinction between these folks and other people Damien fucks around with is that they all, in some way shape and form lmao, would like to be “end game” with Damien, which leads to a lot of infighting/pettiness that Damien thrives on lmfao Damien’s treatment of them varies (at times he can be outright cruel to all of them) and he purposefully keeps his intentions vague about them.

(An aside is that all the older folks have a secret prediction board they’re all silently betting on lmfao Donna & Val are trying their best to be as hands-off as possible, given Damien’s whole life, to really give him the time and space to put himself out there LMFAOO but they definitely have their favorites 😛)

#problem child damien #OC lore #bottom draws #WIP #bottom ponders

[eightyones]

#the whole time i was pondering the moral impliccations of captioning this they sure love bottoming #lando norris #81.gifs #oscar piastri

[orb-the-watchman]

Love how Triffany simultaneously has a small underbite and a small overbite. Queen shit

#on her model her bottom teeth are technically over her top teeth #but in the journal sketches she always has her fangs poking out #personally I'm a triffy fangs truther #bugsnax #triffany lottablog #orb ponders

[mvshortcut]

Ok everyone tell me in the tags or replies your ideas for mbs post-credit cutscenes. Please I never knew I needed them until now

#I'll go first #SQ at the bottom of a well somewhere #Jackson and Jillson attempting to work retail #Curtain ahem. Encountering Madge while pondering the dance of the celestial orb #Marlon POV waiting outside Curtain's office with the muffled sounds of Stevie Nicks and clapping and shoe squeaks coming from inside #Mr. Benedict going to the farmer's market. that's it. I want to watch him pick out a butternut squash for 3 minutes #the mysterious benedict society #tmbs

[rawliverandgoronspice]

will I, one day, be brave enough to let the world (tumblr) know where I stand on the only debate that matters, which is: is ganondorf a top or a bottom

#thoughts #shitpost #ganondorf #the fact that I have pondered about this enough for the answer that lives in my heart to get this unnecessarily complicated #may be a sign that we may have strayed too far from the coast #and if you must know #my tl;dr would be: a deeply repressed bottom pre-triforce of power and then things get a tad too transcendant and posthuman for any of this

[arcticpuppeteer]

Dublin night 3 report/The Car tour summary:

- late to the party but I think I'm still processing what happened and my mind refuses to accept the fact that it was the last show of this era (draggin' out a long goodbye)

- I couldn't think of a better closing show - especially with Perfect Sense (even though I'm not a big fan of this song I really appreciated that nod from the band, it was touching)

- I got a feeling that the band were a bit exhausted after all those over 100 gigs (who wouldn't be?), nevertheless they served us with a high quality show as always

- having Miles on stage for 505 😭 and having him as the support act - class! (I must admit that I forgot how energetic and super hyped he gets when being on stage)

- one year ago I probably didn't even think that I'd able to attend so many gigs, and the closing one in particular

- this tour and The Car era was truly special and exceptional for me - comparing to TBHC era when I didn't have an opportunity to go abroad and visit all those cool venues they played at

- this recent time (over a year) was a dream which I was chasing for a several years to come true and it finally happened! I can't be more grateful, and it feels a bit like I don't deserve so much positivity, so many good things and beautiful memories. It was a really good year for me (a sentence which was absent in my personal dictionary for such a long time)

- thanks to Monkeys I visited 7 countries and I convinced myself that I've grown up enough to go on a self-organised trip and make it through (with only 1 bad accident but nothing very serious)

- this tour I saw the band 10 times (counting from August '22 gigs) and each show was different - even though the core setlist was the same I got some shuffles, and some of them were mind-blowing (I think A Certain Romance in Sheffield tops everything 😍)

- I made friends and met fellow fans (mainly from AMus forum, including some legends, haha) which was crucial to make all those concerts so special to me - huge thanks to @american-sports for spending some nice time before and after the concert in Dublin, it's always great to hear others' stories related to the band

- and last but not least: it was such a fun (or to stick to the tour theme: such a cool drive!) to follow the tour and the band here with the community, cheers to anyone who will be reading my ramblings 😁 But we're not going anywhere, right? The boys will for sure drop something in the meantime (pointing at you, Ben).

PS Bye Mirrorball, you've done beautifully 😢

#Arctic Monkeys #AM Dublin night 3 #The Car tour #got emotional - sorry Alex #that's not Alex in the bottom left corner of the top photo - that's me pondering and being nostalgic :(

[robotpanties]

have had this tweet sc saved in my drafts for a while

#:) ... the gabv1el thoughts never escape me #the reaction would probably be different but so badly do i wanna write smth abt gabriel having a breeding kink but not bottoming #even tho v1 cant like. get pregnant bc its a fucking robot . th shit dont work like that #even if i dont write it i need u to know whats brewing in my brain dude #i think its funnier that they couldnt make that work. so its just playing with fantasies at that point #i ponder my orb #.txt

[symphony-calamity]

Of all the memes I have ever made, this may be the worst. To the people of Tumblr, I sincerely apologize.

#had this idea #wasnt sure where i was going with it #just wrote bottom text instead of finishing #meme #funny #memes #joke #shitpost #shitposting #pondering the orb #wizard #wizard memes

[smokedanced]

@dimitresca said: top or bottom for hannibal, will, izzy hands, Ed — any muses you feel like doing this for. i feel like it’s a classic question

NSFW HEADCANON MEME    /    ACCEPTING ↷

Hannibal — mostly top (mostly a sadist with a secret masochist side)

Will — mostly bottom (mostly a masochist with a secret sadist side)

Izzy — lawful bottom

Edward — chaotic switch

A few bonus muses, since you enabled

Clara — a bossy top

Iris — a repressed bottom

Jillian — no power dynamics whatsoever, instant turn-off, but positions do not really matter

Lucius — neutral top, give him an older, damaged man to fix by domming him

#dimitresca #thanks for sending! #about to tag a silly little top or bottom post with all the prentious quote/lyric character study tags #roleplayer... behaviour. #; cruelty is a gift humanity has given itself ❯ hannibal lecter ❪ character study. ❫ #; hannibal lecter ❪ muse. ❫ #; do you ponder the manner of things in the dark? ❯ will graham ❪ character study. ❫ #; will graham ❪ muse. ❫ #; for the new unicorn ❯ izzy hands ❪ character study. ❫ #; izzy hands ❪ muse. ❫ #; i'm the kraken ❯ ed teach ❪ character study. ❫ #; ed teach ❪ muse. ❫ #; clara oswald ❪ character study. ❫ #; clara oswald ❪ muse. ❫ #; iris hunt ❪ character study. ❫ #; iris hunt ❪ muse. ❫ #; between the lines of reason ❯ jillian marks ❪ character study. ❫ #; jillian marks ❪ muse. ❫ #; lucius spriggs ❪ character study. ❫ #; lucius spriggs ❪ muse. ❫ #lemons cw

[consul-valerius]

“You’re the child of divorce—I’m the child of an 88 year old and his sugar baby. We are not the same.”

I’ve been thinking of my Sam and Donna’s crack AU where they have an accidental magic baby and igdfhgfidhg RE-INTRODUCING Xiomara, the pillow princess of the Pearl Isles who can continue to terrorize both the citizens of Prakra and Vesuvia lmfao

Some random bits of lore & her general personality:

She is a Daddy’s Girl through and through and primarily stays on the islands because she wants to be sure she gets to have Sam in her life as much as possible :’) she has always been brutally aware that her dad is Old and doesn’t have much longer like other folks her age do, so she’s very Anxious when it comes to his health and being away from him for too long

She obviously loves Donna very much (hence why she has several tattoos to remind her of them), and she will travel to Vesuvia with Sam to visit them too. Absolutely does not vibe with Valerius LMAO they’ve gotten better as she’s gotten older, but she just does not vibe with her step-dad lmao

Other than the looming threat of paternal death, she is very much the life of the party lmfao She’s much more of a socialite than someone with many political interests, and if there’s an excuse to throw a party, she’s throwing a damn party

She’s a lesbian and in a slllliiigghhhtly monogamous relationship (much to her father’s shock and horror), but she’s an exhibitionist in her heart and loves to put on a good show knowing her Zaddy is watching and cheering her on lmao <3 her orgy parties are also very famous around Prakra where people can truly fuck around and find out lol

As fun loving as she is, she also has both Sam’s temper and Donna’s lmao in general she really enjoys combat training and loves to spar, but she’s 6 feet tall and full of muscle, so if she sees something that upsets her, her first reaction is to hit/bite and then talk through it after lmfao

Undercut is her full ~nude~ model so beware of boobs and bush but im v proud of how she came out even nude so you all shall see her LMAO

No other thoughts just. She 💖

#bottom draws #bottom ponders #OC: Xiomara #Sam x Donna #i should give them a proper ship name lmfao #it goes without saying that she is literally Sam’s entire world LMFAO

[unproduciblesmackdown]

some pics from xmas xcavation efforts ft. will behind the scenes / in rehearsal / discussing how to decorate the venue

#top pic from amanda flynn (center; oft the hard candy christmas cindy lou who actor) & i believe also ft. danielle gimbal (aunt loretta) #bottom pic ft. max friedman director and occasional participant...pondering will's Lighting Tech capacity & pics of him hanging lights for #this xmas show lol....ambitions. do love how the strings of lights are arranged when we get a neat zoomed out shot of the space #and one year he has that bit of a pre post bmc stache but i think it might've been between deh regional and offbway #also: a l'enfant #(the literal baby by the piano) #will roland #joe iconis christmas extravaganza

[pokimoko]

Just reached 20K words on my next Moon Knight fic! It’s looking like it’ll end up being another 30K fic, so it’s still a little way off from being posted. And most of the snippets I want to share (and god I want to share them so bad) are kind of spoilery for the overarching plot, so for now I will simply pique your interest with what I have deemed the story’s “vibe moodboard”:

Make of it what you will.

#my fic stuff #moon knight #esotam series #eternal sunshine of the absent mind series #not gonna announce the name yet BUT i will do the acronym for it and you'll just have to ponder what it could stand for #IYA(RTMOGD) #(i'll give you a clue: one of the words is absence...gotta keep that naming scheme consistent) #feel free to make some guesses #okay so there's a lot of things shown here so from left to right top to bottom it's *deep breath*: #mr robot. adventure time. doctor who. eternal sunshine of the spotless mind. madeline miller. before i forget (game). homecoming (tv). #in the mood for love (movie). finding nemo. the magnus archives. omori (game). michael in the bathroom (song). frankenstein (book). #palimpsest (podcast). steven william (photo). waiting in the wings (song). jeremy miranda (painting). #ocean vuong. love like you (song). the invisible life of addie larue (book) #alright that's all of it woof #some of those repeat by the way I put mr robot & adventure time & doctor who in a few times #a few of these are just quotes that clicked but most were things i 'researched' (love 'researching' tv shows and moves') #(it's both a. great way to trick my brain into watching stuff because it's for 'educational purposes' and b. a good way to procrastinate) #(or the secret third thing c. crying over something because i've now made the mental connnection between it and moon knight) #(*cough* magnus archives episode 170 recollection *cough*) #anyway....this one's gonna hurt

[scare-ard--sleigh]

everything in the package i got today fits beautifully; a win for the lgbt community !!!! 

#silver jelly #though one of the items was a corset-style shirt bc it reminded me of 2005 and the skirt i mentally paired it with doesn't really work #i think this weekend i'll play around with some other bottoms and see what i like hehe #it was gonna be my mcr concert shirt but i got this dress that i actually really Really love on me and it's likely going to be more comfy #thinky things to ponder !!! ♥

[sporadictimetravelgarden]

not scrooge sitting all submissive while listening to marley's ghost

#it was a habit with scrooge whenever he became thoughtful to put his hands in his breeches pockets #pondering on what the ghost had said he did so now but without lifting up his eyes or getting off his knees #bottom scrooge (the analysis i cant show my university tutor)

[t4transthing]

I made this blog literally just to share these

#t4t #I love not using labels bc it means I stare at top/bottom wlw/mlm tags and PONDER #bc The Gender is everything and nothing I am both a lesbian and a gay man and also neither #I am but I am not #chubby

[pasukiyo]

BEAUTIFUL THING

mike schmidt x f!reader word count; 2,573 warnings; smut, no plot, just porn :D summary; there was nothing in the world she wanted more than mike schmidt. but what were the chances he'd ever make a move on her?

 She wanted Mike Schmidt.

 Don’t get her wrong, she absolutely adored Abby, she was sweet, funny, and overall not a hard kid to take care of. But she knew all too well what her intentions were when she agreed to take up the babysitting job— how could she say no when he looked at her like that with those big, deep brown eyes?

 It was another late night spent at the Schmidt house— Mike had just gotten himself a new job with unholy hours, some late night security gig he had no choice but to take. Her mouth opened in a yawn and through her bleary vision, she blinked down to the watch on her wrist. 

 4:30 AM. Mike wouldn’t be back for another hour and a half or so. 

 She sighed and threw her head back against the cushions, staring absentmindedly at the television as some old cartoon played, audio soft and muffled. She wasn’t sure why she even bothered trying to stay up for Mike— she’d been babysitting for him for months, (without pay, might she add) and still, neither he nor she had made any moves. She wasn’t even sure if he ever even intended to make a move on her. 

 But she was just so certain that he felt at least some sort of attraction towards her. She could see it in the way he looked at her, how his eyes would absentmindedly trail down her body against his better judgment, how he’d pull the inside of his bottom lip between his teeth while he did. She could see it in the way his body would react when she came too close, like when she gave him a handshake or playfully shoved his shoulder.

 It was the same way she reacted when he was close. 

 Surely it couldn’t all be for nothing?

 Her eyelids were falling heavy against her eyes and she slowly slumped further into the cushions of the couch, hands tightening around the blanket around her body. Sleep was so close that she could reach out and feel it, and she would’ve slipped into the arms of slumber if it hadn’t been for the opening and closing of the front door. 

 She grumbled and furrowed her brows down at her watch. 

 4:35 AM. Mike wasn’t supposed to be home yet. 

 At the notion, she jolted and snapped her head towards the entrance, her heart thrumming against her chest as she prepared herself for the sight of a total stranger, ready to make a run straight for Abby’s room. She blinked and narrowed her eyes at the dark silhouette of the figure as it hung its coat on the rack bolted on the wall. 

 “Sorry. S’ just me.”

 She knew that voice. It was a voice she always dreamed about, a voice belonging to someone she’d seen practically everyday.

 “Mike?” Her voice came out rough, having not spoken for hours, not since Abby had gone to bed. “What are you doing home so early?” She asked as she pushed herself further up the sofa while Mike made his way towards the recliner, wiping a hand down his face before plopping down into the seat. She could only make out his face through the light from the television but even then, she could sense something was off. 

 Mike tapped his fingers against the armrest of the recliner, “I… I just… needed to leave… I guess,” he replied and she frowned, scooting to the far side of the couch closest to him. “Is… is everything alright?” She questioned, unsure whether or not he needed consoling. Mike leaned further back into his seat and let his eyelids flutter closed, inhaling deep through his nostrils. 

 “Just… is Abby asleep?” He finally asked after a moment and she nodded, humming. “She went down earlier than usual. Actually managed to get her to eat something,” she replied, her lips curving into a smile but quickly faltering again when she realized Mike wasn’t going to reciprocate. He looked almost… distraught. 

 Worrying her bottom lip between her teeth, she pondered her options. She’d known Mike for some time but even then, she still knew little to nothing about him. He slept a lot, that was for sure. And he loved his little sister and was trying so hard to be exactly the type of person she needed. But she knew nothing about him, Mike Schmidt himself. She didn’t know what he did in his free time, what he liked to eat, if he had hobbies, nothing. 

 Hell, she’d spent so much time fantasizing about him and filling in all the holes herself, she hardly even acknowledged that he could be somebody entirely else. She didn’t know the first thing about him.

 But she could learn to try. 

 She leaned forward, a steady hand warily finding his on the armrest of the recliner and she flinched when Mike snapped his eyelids open, looking between her and their touching hands. Their gazes surged into one another and she made no moves, as if seeking any sign that she should stop.

 Mike’s heart thrummed so hard inside his chest, it was a miracle that she couldn’t hear it. She looked at him as if she were asking permission— permission to what, he hadn’t even the slightest clue. But in spite of the voices inside of his head telling him he shouldn’t, that he shouldn’t let her, that he was wrong for her, he did. How could he say no when she looked at him like that, as if he were the most beautiful thing she’d ever laid eyes upon?

 His silence gave her the confidence to let her fingers creep further down to the back of his hand, flipping it around until they rested against the heel of his palm. Slowly, she soothed the tips of her fingers up his palm until they fell between the cracks of his, letting her digits curl around his knuckles. Mike shuddered at the touch and let his own fingers press down against hers and he watched as she raised their intertwined hands to her mouth, their gazes molded together as she pressed her lips against his skin. His lips trembled as they fell open and he narrowed his eyes, clinging onto the last bit of restraint he had left. 

 “You can relax with me, Mike,” she whispered against his skin, pressing another soft kiss to the knuckle of his ring finger. “You don’t have to worry while I’m around.”

 Mike pressed his lips back together and fought back the urge to groan at her words, his eyes wandering from their hands, down her arm, to her chest where it pressed against the edge of the sofa. His breath shuddered when he exhaled and the rubber band stretched inside of him finally released and with it, the last of his restraint. 

 Fuck it, he thought. It’s been long enough.

 Mike tugged her closer by the hand and her lids widened, a squeal slipping from her lips, in which he was swift to eat right up, pressing his mouth against hers. With his hand not intertwined with hers, he gripped her hip, working his way up to her waist to squeeze. The sound she made was muffled inside their admittedly messy kiss and he pulled her even closer, her knees having nowhere to go but on the outside of his thighs. 

 Mike groaned and pulled away to catch his breath as her hips ground down against his, already feeling frustrated with the growing erection in his jeans. He blinked up at the woman on top of him, her arms thrown over his shoulders, her chest heaving as she chased air back into her lungs. She stared down at him with hazy irises, still bleary from lack of sleep. 

 “Sorry,” Mike finally managed to breathe out, his palms resting on either of her thighs. “Probably a little much, wasn’t it?”

 He watched as the corners of her lips curved into a grin and she chuckled breathlessly, shaking her head. “Not enough,” she tittered as she surged her lips back into his, one of her hands on his shoulders slithering their way into his mess of dark tendrils, fingers curling and tugging at his roots. He hissed inside her mouth and dug his fingernails into her skin, a whimper falling from her lips, allowing him to take control of the situation. 

 He pressed himself forward and reached for the end of her t-shirt and she briefly broke away to allow the fabric up and over her head, her own fingers already working at the buckle of his belt. Mike leaned forward to pepper kisses all across the tops of her breasts and she threw her head back as he took over in undoing his belt, ripping it from his loops and throwing open the button and zipper of his jeans. 

 She clambered off of him as he raised his hips to tug his pants and boxers down just enough to allow his erection to spring free of its restraints, feeling her stomach do a somersault at the sight as she stripped herself of her own shorts and panties. Mike fought the urge to wrap his hands around his cock as she reached behind her back to undo the clasps of her bra and time seemed to slow as the straps fell from her shoulders, the lave toppling to the floor altogether. 

 He swore he could feel his mouth water and never before this moment had he wanted something, or someone, more. He blinked up at her, following her gaze down to his lap and at his erection that stood tall, waiting for her, dripping with pre-cum. 

 Mike cocked an eyebrow, “you just gonna stand there or you gonna take it?” He asked, voice low and husky and fuck, she thought she’d drop dead right then and there. Still, this was a dangerous game they were playing. “What about Abby?” She whispered, glancing towards the hallway where Abby’s room was. “What if she wakes up?”

 Mike pressed his lips together and bucked his hips, raising a leg to softly give her calf a kick. “You can be quiet, right?” He murmured in question and she felt herself clench from his voice alone. Here Mike Schmidt was, cock out and erect, all because of her. This was something she had only dreamed of— never did she think that this would become reality. 

 Mike cocked his eyebrow again and she shook herself from her thoughts, taking his hand as he guided her back onto his lap. Her body shuddered and her bones rattled as she began to sink herself down, jolting when the tip brushed against her cunt, teeth sinking down into the plush of her bottom lip to contain her sounds. 

 “It’s okay,” Mike whispered. “I got you.”

 Her eyes about rolled in the back of her head at that as his hands kneaded at the flesh of either of her hips, guiding her further down his length, making sure to go agonizingly slow to ensure she felt every single fucking inch of cock inside of her. Tears brimmed the outskirts of her eyelids as she finally sat still on his lap, filled to the brim with cock. Mike let her head fall down against the curve of his shoulder, burying her nose into the crook of his neck as she allowed time to adjust to his size, simultaneously trying to keep her sounds to a minimum. 

 “You’re so tight,” Mike’s breath shuddered in her ear and his voice made goosebumps litter her skin, his fingertips like the icy breath of a ghost against her back. “You think you can handle moving now?” He asked in a whisper against the shell of her ear and she nodded, letting him grab her thighs and push her further up his cock until just the head remained. She cried against his neck when he sank her all the way back down his length, the lewd noise of their wet skin slapping together making her clench around him. “Fff… uuck,” he dragged his curse out as he snapped his hips up against her.

 “Shit!” She gasped as he thrusted again and again and again. And she let him. She let him use her in whatever way he pleased. 

 “Gonna be good for me?” He muttered next to her ear. “Gonna let me take care of you, hm?” She nodded, bobbing her head up and down against his shoulder as he snapped his hips up to hers again and again, daring the coil inside her belly to snap. “Think you can handle it?” He asked again and she nodded once more, crying and biting down on his collar. “Yes!” She cried, fortunately muffled against his skin. 

 So Mike thrusted again, harder and harder, chasing that high, that release he so desperately needed. He could tell she was close— it’d probably been so long since she’d been stuffed by cock like this. She’d probably been waiting for this moment just as long as he has. 

 With the pad of his thumb, he pressed down against her aching bud and Mike could feel a fresh new set of tears soak his skin as she cried, bucking her hips into his touch. His thrusts were as sloppy as they were powerful and she wasn’t sure how much more she could take. 

 “Mmm… Mike… I’m… I’m gonna…” she hardly managed to stutter out, slowly feeling the coil inside her stomach as it began to unravel. 

 “Yeah?” Mike said, his other hand wrapped around her neck and pushing her forehead down against his, gazing up at her closed eyelids. He rolled his head against hers, “look at me,” he breathed out and watched as she slowly fluttered her lids back open, just as more fat tears beaded down her cheeks. The sight was enough to get him to teeter on the edge himself. 

 “Gonna come?” He asked and she nodded, sweat-slicked forehead lolling against his. He nodded too, already feeling her release around him as she spawned around his cock, relying solely on him and his body to keep herself up. She buried her face in the crook of his neck again as she whined and cried, Mike’s thrusts speeding up as he gave himself that final push he needed to send himself reeling, spiraling and shaking with the force of his release. 

 “Fuck,” he growled into the skin just below her ear, squeezing his eyelids shut tighter as he willed himself to keep his sounds on the low, for the sake of his little sister sleeping just in the other room. 

 Silence fell over Mike and the babysitter for a good, long moment as they both recovered from their highs, chasing air back into their lungs as the realization of what they had just done began to sink in. Mike should be mortified— she was his sister’s babysitter, he doesn’t have time for this, she doesn’t deserve him, he shouldn't have done this. 

 But the woman in his lap settled herself closer into him, nuzzling her nose against the crook of his neck, her lips like a crescent moon against his skin as she placed a soft kiss to his flesh there. 

 “I hope you’re okay, Mike,” she whispered and he threw his head back, an arm thrown around her body as he stared up at the ceiling. How could he push her away now?

a/n; so yeah!!! i watched fnaf on friday and it kinda sorta just brought back my whole josh hutcherson phase so enjoy!! this was just a quick little something i wrote up and there's like no plot at all and not proofread LMAO

#mike schmidt #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt x you #mike schmidt imagine #mike schmidt smut #mike schmidt fnaf #five nights at freddy's #fnaf movie #fnaf #josh hutcherson #michael afton #michael afton x reader