#mschmidtsworld!

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mmmm thinkin abt mike struggling to be quiet when you’re fucking. SMUT 17+

you were watching abby that night, and as soon as mike got back from work he was on you. peppering kisses along your neck when you were around the corner just out of abby's line of sight, rubbing little circles in your thighs at the dinner table, sweetly asking you to stay longer even whenever the lights were off and abby was tucked in bed.

you knew his plea would result in the two of you in his bedroom, you slowly sinking yourself down onto him. you'd encouraged it, telling mike you'd give him wanted on one condition.

"anything," he'd said, eyes big and earnest.

"you gotta promise to be quiet." your pinkie hovered between you both, waiting for mike to interlink his. he did with a smile, as if it were something easy.

but mike couldn’t stop moaning. his sounds were cute, little gasps and whines. they were arousing. but they were entirely too loud for the low level of privacy you had within the four thin walls.

“mike, please. you gotta be quiet.” you plea through your own barely concealed moan.

he sighs, face scrunching. “i know. i’m sorry, baby. i’m trying.”

but apparently not hard enough as you’re forced to lodge your panties between his teeth, a muffler for his moans. he lets you do so, opening his mouth and even going so far as to make a show of sticking his tongue out for the blue cotton fabric. yet, his sounds still leak through, and you voice an idea as you’re bouncing on his cock, nails lightly scratching down his chest.

“still so loud, mikey. we might have to get a muzzle for nights like these. what’d you think?”

mike's groan practically echoes. he seems oblivious to his own noises, instead thinking with his dick that starts to piston up into you, mike's nails digging into your ass to provide him with leverage.

your hand slaps over his mouth, colliding with soft cotton and warm skin, and mike finally wrenches his eyes open. there's vibration against your hand, short and resembling the pattern of syllables, and you slowly peel your hand away, taking the panties with you, to hear him speak.

just a simple word, curt and quiet and whimpered.

"please."

#the muzzle 😈 #mschmidtsworld! #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt x you #mike schmidt #mike schmidt smut #fnaf movie

[orangepeetals]

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.

#mschmidtsworld! #Spotify #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt #fnaf movie

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mike who goes "you still with me?" after he's fucked you just a little too good. when you're unresponsive, blinking up at the ceiling, stomach rising and falling with controlled breaths designed to bring you back, he strokes at the skin on the top of your thighs with his rough hands, sprinkling kisses along any skin in his nearest vicinity, even your cunt that still spasms around absolutely nothing. you flinch then, and mike can't help but chuckle cruelly as he speaks an apology into the fat of your inner thigh.

"m sorry, baby. you know i can't get enough." his gaze lifted to look at you, mischief shrouding any ounce of sincerity in that apology that might've existed. "will you let me have one final taste? just a little bit more?" he's already fucked you to an orgasm that rendered you useless in your current state, yet he wants more, just for his own pleasure. you're silent, considering the options, gathering the minimal thoughts you have in your hazed mind. all it takes is for mike to give you the sweetest "please" ever, and you're agreeing, spreading your legs enough to invite him in.

#mschmidtsworld! #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt x you #mike schmidt smut

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exhausting nights where abby’s little fist knocks on the door and mike wakes first, peering over your shoulder through bleary eyes to see abby standing in the doorway, shrunken in on herself.

for a second, with the only lighting coming from abby's ajar bedroom door across the hall, mike doesn't recognize her. his body floods with fear, up until she speaks.

“i had a nightmare,” she explains, one hand holding her blanket and the other bunched up in her pajama pants.

mike sighs, head hitting the pillow as he fights off sleep. “it wasn’t real. go back to sleep.” you stir in your sleep and mike pulls you closer, trying to prevent you from waking up, too.

“but mike, it felt real. please, can i just sleep in here? please?” and mike feels like a jackass when he grumbles out a “no”. but she really can’t sleep in here. the floor is too uncomfortable and mike twins bed can barely hold both of you comfortably.

he feels even more like an asshole whenever you turn around and say, “i’ll go sleep in your room with you, abs.”

you slip out of bed, leaning over to press a kiss to mikes forehead, and then mike is watching you leave his room in abby’s shadow.

he falls back to sleep, a little cold and a lot lonely, and when he reopens his eyes only forty five minutes have passed. he can’t get a full nights sleep knowing you’re in the same house as him but not in his arms, so he slips out of his bed, taking the comforter and a pillow with him, and tiptoes into abby’s room.

you’re squeezed on the bed with her, laying on your back. he thinks you’re asleep, but then your head turns softly whenever you hear the door creak open. mike walks around to your side of the bed, trying his best to avoid the lego pieces and the creaks.

he places the comforter and pillow on abby’s bay window before approaching you, his eyes already starting to close as soon as he smells your body wash.

“what’re you doing in here?” you whisper to him.

“was gone too long. i can’t sleep without you.”

you smile, a little lopsided and lazy, but your face displays what mike assumes is something akin to appreciation. “abby made me promise to stay the entire night.”

and the same feeling reflects into mikes body. he leans down and presses his lips to your forehead. “can you come sleep in the fort with me? you’ll still be with her.”

so you and mike end up smooshed in a fort fit for a ten year old and definitely not two adults, but you make it work.

#mschmidtsworld! #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt x you #mike schmidt fluff #mike schmidt #celeste writes fnaf #fnaf movie

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cuddling sex w mike. (18+)

one of those rare mornings where he doesn’t have work, waking up from a night where you’d both turned in way earlier than you anticipated. abbys still knocked out, and even if she isn’t she’ll keep to herself drawing or reading for another hour or so. and mike awakes first, he always does. he stirs, just enough to start to pull you from sleep, too. but you don’t come out of it immediately.

you sink back into mike, getting even more comfortable in the warmth that he provides, taking in the scent of detergent on his tee shirt and the slight musk from sleep sweat. it’s not until he starts to kiss at your shoulders that your eyes blink open. when his lips press behind your ear, your muscles beg to be stretched.

when his hand plants itself on your hip, you yawn a “morning” to him. by the time mike slides his palm around your torso, skin pressed against skin since your tee has lifted in your sleep, you’re preparing to slide out of bed. looking at the clock, taking note of how early it is, starting to create plans of breakfast and maybe a walk before having to actually do something.

but mike clearly has different plans. when your legs start to move, he presses his hand flat against your lower stomach, keeping you against him. “let’s stay here for a little.”

and you hum approvingly. but staying in bed for a little is a lot less falling in and out of sleep and maintaining lackluster conversation, and a lot more fucking with attempts to remain silent.

his cock sliding in and out of your walls, one of his rough palms holding your leg up and the other situated under the pillow that your head presses into. his breath is hot against the shell of your ear, his words low and his voice deep as he gently encourages you.

“there you go. taking me so well, baby. i know you just woke up but i had a dream about you, you know. we were just like this, but you’re taking me even better now then you were then. you're always making my dreams come true.”

it’s sweet, domestic even, despite the filthy way his balls slap against you with each thrust that gains strength the longer he goes. you’re thankful that the squeak in his bed is fixed, otherwise you’d be making a hell of a lot more noise at this point.

you find it harder to concentrate on your volume when mike gently nips at your ear, speaking lowly as close to you as he can get. “can you touch yourself for me? help me make my girl cum? hm?”

you nod, afraid that if you speak you’ll be too loud.

mike handles that for you, clearly having better volume control than you. you can hear the smile in his words.

“yeah? you can? go ahead then, baby.”

#mschmidtsworld! #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt x you #mike schmidt smut #mike schmidt #fnaf movie #celeste writes fnaf

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mike having a wet dream next to you. (17+)

he’d drifted away in the night, just enough space between you two for you not to be able to feel him. still, you hear his sounds as clear as day.

at first, you think it’s a nightmare. the soft moans, whines bled into them to the point where they’re almost indistinguishable. you turn to face him, pout on your lips, your eyes still heavy from the slumber you’d accidentally awoken from.

for a second, you try to decide between waking him up or letting him be. but in your mind, it’s a nightmare, and you know how vivid mikes dreams can be.

you turn around, starting to lift a hand to push mikes curls back, the easiest way to wake him without startling him. but then he moans out your name, just a tiny grumble but it’s clear, every syllable meeting your ears.

and that’s when you realize it’s a wet dream instead. you don’t know if you’d been oblivious to his gyrating hips, blinded by your worries, but with your newly discovered information it’s practically all you notice. hips bucking at air, and when you lift the blanket, positioning your body to let the streetlight shine on mikes bottom half, you see a tent formed in his basketball shorts.

he stirs for a second, and you stiffen, afraid you’d awakened him with your movement. but he simply rolls to his back, groaning out your name with the movement. his arm throws above his heads the other slung across his torso, and his shirt has lifted at this point, giving you a peek at his v-line.

the sound he makes sounds pathetic, it makes you pity him, especially whenever his back arches with it. your pout deepens to a frown, thinking about how he has resorted to dreaming about you, when the real thing is right next to him. your pity only multiplies whenever he winces, a cracked “ah” slipping past his lips.

he’d talked in his sleep many times before, simple sentences that were more often than not jumbles of words that made absolutely no sense. sometimes, you tried to decipher them in the morning for fun, putting together your gathered words from the night with his disjointed memory of his dreams.

but now, his words make perfect sense. a plea, familiar to your ears but in this context that make your stomach stir.

“baby, please.”

#mschmidtsworld! #mike schmidt x you #mike schmidt smut #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt #celeste writes fnaf #fnaf movie

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riding mike's face while he jerks off.

him with his tongue out, shaking his head side to side just a bit, providing a nice change of friction for you. he smiles when your moan changes pattern, an infliction there that lets him know he's done the right thing. his eyes are closed, he's basking in the moment, and his hand is pumping fiercely around his cock.

he's been at it like this for a while now, edging himself and refusing to let go until you do. it's why he sets his tongue out completely, his other hand blindly grabbing your hips and tugging you forward with enough force that communicates his want to you.

you start getting yourself off, grinding and jerking your hips how you like it, your clit bumping against mike's nose with each glide. he likes being used like this. he likes to know that you're getting off on him, that's he's making you feel like this.

it has him moaning pitifully beneath you, vibrations against your cunt alerting you. you push his hair back, his eyes opening with the gentle touch. his eyebrows pinch together, his eyes widen, his blunt nails dig into your ass cheek. all signs of an impending orgasm.

"you close?" you ask him. he nods as best as he can, the movement minute but still there. "me too." your hands grip his hair, your hips speeding up just a bit. "can you cum for me, baby? please?"

it's barely even a second later when you feel a drop or two of warm liquid against your lower back, instantly trailing down to your ass. when you glance back, you see that mikes pillowy abdomen caught the most of it and it shines prettily in the lamp light, contorting with the bend and stretch of mike's stomach that is created by his manual breathing.

#mschmidtsworld! #celeste writes fnaf #mike schmidt x you #mike schmidt #mike schimdt x reader #mike schmidt smut

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mike who sees how good you are with kids and gets inspired. breeding kink 18+

it starts with abby, mike watching how she opens up to you quicker than she does with most people. it’s within the first meeting that he notices. she starts cracking jokes with you, giggles more frequent and lasting longer than they usually do. mike watches in wonder, unable to hide his own smiles as he places a hand on your knee and continues watching the movie.

then, he sees how you act with kids around. waving to babies who instantly break out in a smile. cooing sympathetically anytime you hear a child crying, instead of rolling your eyes like most people do. knowing exactly how to hold a baby when given one, and even looking like you’re supposed to be like this.

he can’t help but bring it up one night, a simple question of “do you think you want kids” leading into “i think you’ll be a great mom” which bleeds into you and mike fucking in missionary.

you’re on the pill, and his cum most likely wont take, but you pretend it will either way. mike pictures you carrying his baby, tits swollen and belly round. a glow to your aura even whenever your head would be in a toilet. he thinks about taking care of you, and how having a child with him would connect you to him forever. you’d never be able to leave him.

he fucks you harder then, and it’s your idea to push your legs back, lifting them up until mike catches on and swings them over his shoulders.

“gotta make sure it takes, right?” he asks you just as he presses your legs to your chest. your stomach has created little rolls at this point, and mike thinks it’s adorable. he pictures you post partum, a new maturity to you as you’re a mother now. a couple of months out, eagerly desiring each other, finally getting the go ahead and fucking like animals.

he can see it all so well, a vision clearly in front of him. dangling right there. so he decides to take it for himself, for both of you, his hips stuttering as he cums as deep in you as he can.

he doesn’t pull out for a second, simultaneously spent from everything and truly wanting his seed to take, somewhere deep down.

#mschmidtsworld! #dad!mike #mike schmidt #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt x you #mike schmidt smut #cw breeding #celeste writes fnaf #fnaf movie

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INTERVIEW 014

with. mike schmidt

includes. visual filming + auditory recording, GN!reader (mentions of lingerie but no explicit anatomy), begging, facials, oral (f and m receiving)

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mike schmidt has a thing for filming.

he’s obsessed with you, sometimes spending time in silence admiring you because he can’t really believe that you’re his. he’s a bit of a loser (affectionate) and an outcast (self afflicted), so he thinks you’re out of his lead. which is why he likes to document your time together as much as he can.

he has a couple of old cameras, just a little under a decade older. they work perfectly fine though, and he always has to take a picture of you with his polaroid or film you for just a few seconds whenever you’re together.

most of the documented content is innocent. you dancing around the kitchen while you help prepare dinner for the three of you (abby is singing in the back of that one). you standing in front of the mirror fixing the final touches on your dallas cowboy cheerleader costume with an infectious grin on your face. you mumbling in your sleep while your head rests on mikes chest.

but a solid amount of the content is mature, hidden away on discs and polaroids and cassettes in a closed box tucked away in a messy corner of his closet.

this content is audio recordings of you begging for mike, your voice high and breathy. he remembers that night, your hands in his hair that was slightly too long at that point. he was between your legs, his mouth just inches away from where you were trying to get him. it felt good for him to have the upper hand in that moment, a cocky smile on his face as he started to bask in the newfound power. it was one of the first times he realized how much he affected you, and he instantly wanted to record it. what the two of you ended up producing was fifteen minutes of you pleading and moaning and borderline sobbing as mike got you off with his tongue.

there’s a few discs, labeled with the date in either of your handwriting (mikes borderline scrawl and your neater script), housing content of mike fucking you slow, thrusts long and deep. he’s usually the one holding the camera, lenses at you as you’re on your knees with pretty doe eyes or above him bouncing and grinding with your eyes pinched closed. there’s some times, though, when you take the camera from him, met with nearly no resistance because these are the hours where he’s limp to your delicious torture. when he’s so wound up that just the first few licks from you has his grip loosening around the object, allowing you turn the lens on him, capturing his rosy cheeks and curly hair sticking to his forehead and his brown eyes watching your every move.

then there’s the polaroids, the only evidence that frequently makes voyages outside of the old shoe box whenever you’re apart. he has pictures of you with your hands over your face, but a smile clear beneath your palms. these were the ones taken first, before you’d gotten into the videos and cassettes. you were shy then, only giving the camera glimpses of your new lingerie set, which was usually the incentive for mike pulling the camera out in the first place. there’s pictures from when you’d gotten more confident, there’s photos of you post-sex, a loopy lopsided smile on your face, arms thrown over the parts that mattered but you were bare otherwise.

then there’s the ones that are completely debauched. the ones he hesitates to take out in fear that he’ll leave them lying around somewhere. his favorite of the small bunch is of you sitting on his bed, legs spread and bent at the knee, palms pressed into the mattress behind you. your pose itself is almost innocent, a grin on your face as you stare at the camera. you’re clothed too, for the most part, wearing underwear that covers what needs to be covered. but it’s the white spurts that paint your skin that makes this particular picture so raunchy. along your chest, in the center of your underwear, and — his favorite spot — all over your pretty little face, breaching into the baby hairs around your face.

#🕸️ 𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐃𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐑 #mschmidtsworld! #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt x you #mike schmidt #mike schmidt smut #fnaf movie #five nights at freddy's #(thats where i wanna be) #celeste writes misc #kinktober 2023 #kinktober

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mike who goes cross eyed when hes in you and he's about to bust. he's fucking you so good and you're so tight and so wet and so warm and you're raking your hands through his hair and scratching at his back and encouraging him, words soft and gentle yet demanding, your ankles hooked behind his back, and you’re practically begging for him to cum in you. to fill you up, to breed you. he can’t help but start to picture it, you completely swollen just a few months down the line from this night, carrying his child from his doing. so when you tell him that you “need it”, his hips stutter and his eyebrows push together and he gets that faraway look in his eyes and they turn towards each other just a little bit.

#inspired by the future man scene 😈 #mschmidtsworld! #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt x you #mike schmidt smut #mike schmidt #fnaf movie

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mike is definitely more dirty/pervy than he seems to be!! i feel like he’d be into dacryphilia or cockwarming... i need to stfu

no keep talking bc i definitely was thinking abt cockwarming mike earlier today ...

he tries to be as much of a gentleman as possible. which, he is a gentleman. but you're hot and he's obsessed with you and eventually his habits and interests start making more and more guest appearances. him staring at your ass a little too long turns into him trying his best to get a glimpse up your skirt without being caught. him buying you pretty pairs of lingerie turns into him stealing your panties when you sleepover.

him accidentally making you cry when you're giving him head turns into him fucking your throat to see your tears and snot slide down your face. him refusing to pull out for a few minutes after fucking turns into sheathing his cock completely in you when you're cuddling, just to lay like that and continue talking about your day.

#... too much? #mschmidtsworld! #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt smut #mike schmidt x you #mike schmidt #fnaf movie #five nights at freddy's

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imagine mike with a curious and impulsive gf who he brings to freddy’s one night and he’s all like ‘woahwoah don’t touch that’ and ‘stay away from that’ when she’s roaming around the place without a care in the world

you're not supposed to be there. mike had forgotten his vest through his sleepy haze and he needed you to bring it to him. that's all. a simple handoff at the front entrance.

instead, you, ever the inquisitive person, had to wander into freddy's, eyes wide with wonder as you looked around.

"my parents used to talk about this place all the time," being the precursor to you telling mike about the interest you've had in freddy's. all the while, he tries to dissuade you, hands at your waist as he attempts to pull you back towards the entrance.

you don't swat his touch away, instead letting your chest thud into his back as your head looks around at the four walls. 80s decor covered in decades worth of dust, tables with chairs stacked atop of them, carpet that is a true sign of the times. personally, mike thinks the place is creepy, so he doesn't really understand why you gasp excitedly and break away from him.

"baby, wait." he's already running after you, speed increasing when he sees you heading for the 'showtime' button. your squeal is almost adorable whenever mike yanks you back, his arms circled around your waist.

"don't touch that button." his voice is stern, he means it, but you're still giggling as you turn to face him and bring your hand to your forehead in a salute.

"yes, sir."

he doesn't have a second to bask in how the formality makes him feel because you're instantly made aware of the arcade room (somehow), and then mike's forced to follow the thud of your sneakers against the floor as you excitedly make your way there.

you refuse to leave until mike beats you at air hockey, which takes three rounds and $1.50 later.

#braver than me fr #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt x you #mike schmidt fluff #mike schmidt #fnaf movie #five night's at freddy's #mschmidtsworld!

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miks swears he’s sooooooo nonchalant when it comes to you when he’s literally ready to pounce on u any moment you guys get away from abby

sooooo true

he's surrounded by girls who swear they know better than him (they do) and most of the time, whenever you, vanessa, and abby are all in the same vicinity, as soon as you step away they're both all "you're so obsessed" "you've got hearts in your eyes". meanwhile, mike swears up and down that no, he's not obsessed he's just very appreciative. and actually, he's not even obvious about his true level of affection towards you.

but maybe there's some truth to abby and vanessa's teasing because as soon as you're both alone, even just for a few minutes as abby runs to the bathroom, he's on you. his hand between your legs under the blanket, the sound of the two of you kissing a little obnoxiously loud in the silence that the paused movie has created.

there's just a small window in this moment where he gets to taste your lips, and he's using every second to his advantage. lips just a little too fast against yours, his tongue slipping past them to meld with yours, allowing you to taste the cherry coke that he's been sipping all night along with the salt from the popcorn you'd been sharing. his hand presses against your mound, he cups it, and then the toilet flushes down the hall and he pulls his palm from under the blanket.

he kisses you twice more, chaste yet not fleeting, and then he's sitting back and smiling at abby as she comes skipping down the hall.

"ready?" he asks her, just before he presses play.

#mschmidtsworld! #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt x you #mike schmidt #celeste writes misc #fnaf movie #five nights at freddy's #(thats where i wanna be)

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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.”

#just found this ??? #what was my problem #mschmidtsworld! #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt x you #mike schmidt smut #mike schmidt

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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.

#mike is a builder boyfriend! #he had a construction job at one point #there's no way he didnt #mschmidtsworld! #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt x you #mike schmidt smut #mike schmidt #celeste writes fnaf

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I've been thinking non stop about Mike liking Abby's new daycare teacher but is too shy to do anything so Abby just casually mentions that her big brother has a crush on you and is doing weird things like checking his hair and only wearing the same pants two days in a row instead of four. So when u spill that Abby told u he doesn't know whether to be mad at her or not bc if ur wasn't for her he would have a date

I LOVEE THESE TYPES OF THINGS GN! READER

you’re sweet, patient, professional while managing to slip in some casualness to the conversations that you and mike have (short and cordial always) that make him feel like you’re more of an acquaintance and not just someone he indirectly pays.

you’re young, around his age he assumes, and he confirms his assumptions when he’s questioning abby.

“your, uh, new teacher,” he starts as he’s finishing up dinner (spaghetti again).

abby hums from behind him. “what about them?” mike turns to glance at his sister who sits on the counter, her feet thudding against the cheap cabinets with the way she kicks them.

he turns back to the stove, shrugging and scratching at his ear. “nothing i was just wondering about them. like … are they … cool?”

and mike is so glad that abby has always been the more talkative one out of the two of them because she’s immediately thrusting herself into an analysis of your quirks and how you really care about the children.

long story short, abby likes you just as much as mike does. even more, actually.

she’s always running to hug you when mike drops her off and picks her up, and he distantly wishes he could do the same. he thinks he’s playing it cool, sending you tight lipped smiles and waves that are a little too disjointed.

but abby is more perceptive than he thinks.

each time he tells himself he’s going to have an actual conversation with you. maybe mention the band tee you wear on a casual friday or ask about the song you were humming before he’d arrived. there’s intentions for him to get to know you and eventually ask you out.

but he backs out each time.

leaving abby to play matchmaker.

when mike comes in one thursday afternoon, hoodie soaked from the thunderstorm outside, he greets you and notices that your smile is a little more bashful than usual. abby is running around with her friends inside, playing an intense game of indoor freeze tag, and mike is trying to get her attention but you stop him.

“they can play for a while longer. i couldn’t let both of you go out in that storm.”

he looks out the window and notices that somehow, it’d gotten stronger.

“uh, do you want something hot to drink? hot chocolate? tea? coffee?” you sound shy, maybe, but mike can't figure out why.

he's just grateful for a chance to spend time alone with you.

“coffee would be great, actually.”

you and mike end up in the kitchen of the small cafeteria, each drinking your respective drinks in silence, until you speak.

“um, i hope i’m not overstepping.” mikes ears perk up because that’s never a good start. “but abby told me that you have a crush on me. is that true?”

fucking abby.

his ears redden immediately, head dropping as he considers how to play this. but before he can even decide, you’re speaking again.

“because if so, i just want to let you know that i feel the same.”

he lifts his head too quick, a little bit of his coffee spilling out of the loaned mug with the movement. he doesn’t care about that, though, at least not immediately. instead, he focuses on you. he searches your face for a joking smile, maybe a little bit of mischief in your eyes. but there’s nothing but honesty in them.

he takes the plunge.

“would you wanna do something … sometime?” not very descriptive but you smile at him anyway.

“i would love to.”

god bless abby.

#he’s so cutesy #mschmidtsworld! #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt fluff #mike schmidt x you #mike schmidt #fnaf movie