#fnaf movie x male reader

[issdisgrace]

I need this man to be my malewife. Like imagine coming home to him after a long hard day of work and he asks about your day then makes dinner for you. Ugghhhh i can just imagine him in one of those cute heart aprons.

[gatorbites-imagines]

Kinktober day 28

Mike Schmidt + Desperation

I watched the fnaf movie and my love for Josh Hutcherson is revived.

A shorty, as I have about three times more homework this week than normal, expected to be finished in the same amount of time as normal.

Kinktober 2023 masterlist.

Mikes grip was shaky and clammy as he grasped at your shoulders, his brown eyes begging as you pressed your palm against his mouth to keep him quiet. Even as his eyes rolled back and he shuddered as he ground his hips down into you, muffled shaky moans leaving him as his breathing grew even more uneven.

He always got like this when he hadn’t been able to sleep for a while, when his medication had run out and they wouldn’t give him a new prescription until the next month. He needed something to put him to sleep, he had tried anything from different teas to workouts or meditation, but nothing seemed to work as great as your cock.

Mike had a hard time accepting it though, always trying out many other things to put him to sleep before he finally couldn’t take it anymore. He would always hesitate, before throwing his leg over your hips and grab at your chest with a shuddering grasp, exhaustion hanging in his movements and the desperation in his eyes almost unbearable.

He would kiss at your neck, carefully scraping his teeth against the flesh before soothing the area with his tongue, tiny needy huffs and whimpers leaving him as he would start rolling his hips down into you, already hard and aching and so very needy.

If that didn’t wake you up, Mike always found himself leaning over and shuffling through the bedside table for whatever bottle of lube you guys had laying around, kicking off his boxers in the process. His needy noises would only gain a newer level of desperation as he would start opening himself up, his mouth open as he struggled to stay at a manageable level.

This was typically when you would wake up, eyes blinking open to Mike above you, hair ruffled and eyes shiny with tears of desperation as he would move his fingers in and out of himself, his bottom lip red from how much he had been biting at it. Mike would almost keen as you grab his hips of thighs to roll them down into yours once more, so you made sure to shush him in an almost teasing manner.

Tiny breathless begs leave him as you kick off your boxers, slicking yourself up with the lube Mike had been using earlier, his grip returning to your shoulders as you pulled him down onto you. A loud groan almost leaves him, until you clamp a hand over his mouth to keep him quiet, his eyes growing wide and even needier, if that is even possible.

Your hand stays over his mouth, even has he rides you quicker and harder, his pace seeming to grow the more desperate he becomes, his noises and whimpers muffled against your palm. Sometimes you’d even be able to feel drool against your palm as his mouth would crack open, or his tongue would lap at your hand.

It was only when he was like this that he got whiny like this, where his noises would become high pitched in a way you thought was impossible, but here he was, bouncing on your dick and sounding like it was the best feeling in his life.

You know he’s close when his movements start growing uneven, hips grinding down into your as you press against his prostate, before withdrawing maybe halfway before forcing himself down once again to feel the flares of pleasure again. His eyes would also roll back more than usual, at times you would worry he would go blind from how far back his eyes seemed roll.

Especially when he would cum, a flare of pain would flash through your arm as Mike digs his teeth into your palm to muffle his own noises, hips twitching and jolting as the tears that had been gathering in his eyes finally spill over. Mike would whimper and whine, and if you didn’t have to worry about volume, it wouldn’t surprise you if he would have howled.

After cumming, Mike would still keep riding you, though you could tell exhaustion was starting to catch up as his movements grow sluggish, but he would want you to finish inside him like always. So, with a few deep thrusts, you would fill him up with clenched teeth to keep yourself quiet. You can’t even find it in yourself to complain as Mike collapses against your chest, asleep before you can even pull out. You would do your best to clean the two of you up, but you had learned after the first time that you couldn’t get all of it until the next morning.

[l1tw1ck]

William Afton on the list?! AND requests open??? Oh lawd… could we get something with ftm!William and his problematic young male employee who he uses as stress relief by letting him fuck him over his desk, or having him down under his desk eating him out 🤕🤒 I’m ill for that old man

William's Puppy

dom!bottom!ftm William x sub!top!amab Reader

🔪 Word Count: 1,427 🔪

AFAB Language Used | I uh... got a lil carried away .....

CW: Boss/Employee Relationship, Cunnilingus, Pet Play (Reader gets called puppy and wears collar + leash), Handjob, Begging, Cum Swallowing, Teasing, Desk Sex, Creampie

You're not the greatest employee ever, you’ve been fired multiple times because of your attitude. The only reason William hired you is because of your looks. When he gave you the job, he told you he wouldn't fire you but discipline you instead. You need a job so you agreed.

Your first lesson was when you talked back to a rude patron and got sent to his office. You looked at him with the assumption that you’ll get some sort of work related punishment like cleaning the floor or getting your pay docked.

“An attitude is one thing but cursing someone out? You’ll make the company look bad if I let you go back to work.”

You lower your head in shame. It's hard to keep up appearances when people are such assholes. It's not your fault customers are entitled.

“So, I’ll give you a different job.”

You perk up.

“You’ll be my assistant from now on. I expect you to be at my beck and call, understood?”

“Yes, sir.”

“I’m a little tired from having to deal with your case, how about you help relieve some of my stress?” He unbuckles his belt and you immediately understand what's going on. He motions for you to come over and pulls off his pants then his underwear. You walk over to his side of the desk and crawl under when he instructs you to. You're not going to deny the opportunity to not only eat out your boss but also potentially fuck him too. You’d be an idiot if you did. You drag your tongue up his cunt before fully diving in. You've already fallen in love with his taste. “Just like that..” He grins. He throws his head back and murmurs praises to you, his voice getting more and more unsteady the longer you eat him out.

You're unbelievably hard but you don't even make an attempt to touch yourself. You have a feeling he wouldn't like that so you focus completely on his pleasure.

William lets out a particularly loud moan before grabbing the back of your head and desperately grinding against your face, stopping you from getting air. You don't have to worry about your oxygen for long though, thanks to William coming on your face.

William lets go of you and the both of you take a few moments to catch your breaths. He wipes your face with his hand, brushing away his hair and slick. You watch him pull his pants back up and return to a presentable state, realizing he's not going to let you fuck him today. He notices your boner and decides to take pity on you. He didn't plan on it initially but how could he leave such a cute puppy to deal with their boner alone? “Get up.” He orders. You get out from under his desk and stand up. “Sit.” He points to the chair you were previously sitting in.

You immediately take a seat. William walks over to you and sits on your lap. He leans into your ear. “You did so well, puppy.” He says, unzipping your fly and pulling out your cock. “You deserve a reward.” He spits on his hand and slowly begins to jerk you off.

You lean back, letting out low moans of pleasure. It feels amazing despite the slow pace.

William shifts in his place so that he's sitting on your thigh, rather than your lap. He starts grinding down on you and brings you into a sloppy kiss. He picks up the pace by a lot, roughly but pleasurably jerking you off. You feel like you're on cloud 9. Your combined body heat is making you lose your mind. You start to lose track of time, only acknowledging the pleasure you feel and the man on top of you.

He slowly pulls away from the kiss and looks at you with a smile. He can tell you’re close. “You wanna come, don't you?” He grips your cock, just tight enough to make you whimper. You nod your head rapidly.

“Then beg like a good boy.”

“Please let- let me come, sir~” You beg. He resumes his movements until you come, his hand manages to catch your cum before it can get anywhere else. He brings his cum covered hand to his face and licks up all of your cum. “Th- thank- thank you, sir-”

William gently grips your neck, rubbing his thumb on your skin. “Your neck seems empty…” He frowns without any real sadness behind it. You look at him like an excited pup, knowing exactly what he's trying to say. He smiles at your reaction. “I’ll make sure to fix this.” He kisses your cheek. “See you on Monday.”

William hands you a gift box. You open it with excitement and grin when you see a collar inside. Instead of a bell, there's a heart charm with “Property of William Afton” engraved on the back of it.

William takes out the collar and orders you to kneel, which you do without a second thought. He puts the collar on for you, making the situation feel more intimate than before. He turns around and grabs a leash, connecting it to your collar. “Watch me.” He orders. You stare at him intensely as he slowly removes his clothes, practically teasing you. His shoes and socks go first, then his tie, and then he slowly unbuttons his shirt. He takes it off completely and then throws it aside. His pretty looking nipples catch your eye and then you notice his happy trail, which leads to the breathtaking pussy you’ve been fantasizing about the entire weekend. It feels agonizingly slow as he unbuckles his belt and unzips his slacks. You start drooling in anticipation, making him chuckle. He pulls his pants off and then sits up on his desk, which he cleared earlier.

He spreads his legs and teasingly rubs himself through his light colored boxers, his slick steadily bleeding through the fabric. Your cock is practically weeping. Turned on by your expression, William decides to stop teasing you. At least with this method. He pulls his underwear off and beckons for you to come over. You stand up and stand in between his legs. He hooks his legs around your waist and forces you to get closer, so close that your clothed boner is against his bare cunt. He grabs your leash and brings you into a kiss. He rubs his pussy against your hard-on, drenching your pants in his slick. He's making this so hard for you. It takes a lot of strength to be able to hold back. You have to go against your instincts and let him take the lead.

He pulls away from the kiss and finally decides to grant you your wish. “Strip.” He commands. You excitedly remove all your clothes. William looks at your throbbing cock with pity.

“Can I put it in, sir?” You ask, completely unable to mask your excitement.

“Of course.”

Despite your eagerness, you gently hold his waist and slowly ease your way inside William’s soft walls. You bite down on your lip as you enter his wet heat, trying not to come before you can even bottom out. He notices this and chuckles. You're so cute to him. You don't realize until it's too late but you were gripping him too hard.

“Sorry-” You loosen your grip.

“Be as rough as you want. Who am I to stop you from following your instincts?” William smiles. He knew exactly how his words would impact you. You go back to roughly gripping his waist and shove your cock all the way inside, earning a sexy moan from the man beneath you. You immediately start rutting into him, fucking his tight heat with desperation and vigor. You let out a string of curses and praises, raving about how good he feels.

You lean into his neck, breathing heavily as you fuck him. He can hear you even more clearly now. He especially enjoys it when you whine. You take one of your hands away from his waist and bring it to his dick. He gasps and starts to moan even louder as you please his most sensitive area.

“Yes– keep going~” William moans.

Surprisingly, William is the first to reach his orgasm. Unsurprisingly, the feeling of him clenching around your cock causes you to come next. You slow down before stopping completely to catch your breath. You move away from his neck and look at him.

He pets you. “Good job, puppy.”

[gayaristocrat]

*Walk Him Like A Dog*

Summary: Mike wants nothing more than to fuck his boyfriend’s ass into oblivion. But in order to do that, his boyfriend must teach him patience and obedience first

Warnings: Sub Top! Mike Schmidt, Dom Bottom! Male reader, pet names (ex. good boy, pup, puppy, precious), use of leash and collar, begging, gentle use of muzzle

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“Have you been a good boy Mike?”

Mike couldn’t help but let out a whimper as hot tears rolled down his heated face. Your grip tightened on the leash that was latched onto the black leather collar locked around his neck. You had to admit, be did look good with a leash and collar on, as well as a muzzle.

Mike didn’t give a response as he just sobbed looking down at the decorative red rug below him, feeling so needy for your touch.

“I asked you a question!” you demanded giving a tug on the leash, the metal tags linked on the collar jingling and he was yanked forward, knees scratching against the rug. His chin lay on your knee as he looked up at you with glossy red eyes and furrowed brows, giving a silent apology begging for forgiveness. He them looked at you with those big glassy eyes with love as he began to speak.

“mhmm” Mike gave a raspy muffle, failing to blink away his tears. He wants to speak so bad, to tell you how good he feels. How he wants more, and beg to treat like the dog he is. Wanting to please and obey your every command literally on hand and foot. But every time he tries to speak his voice gets silenced behind the leather muzzle around his mouth.

“speak up puppy, you know I can’t hear you” You say in a sickeningly mocking tone tugging on the collar once more

“mmm…mhmm!” He says pathetically nodding his head in a frenzy.

Smirking at the state the man kneeling legs spread at your feet is in. His red kissed knees against his ivory skin from the slight carpet burn. He looks at you with those big dark teary eyes of his tugging at your heart strings. You softly moan as you feel your dick twitch in your pants as you yourself are even hard from this experience.

You run your free hand through his disheveled black hair humming in satisfaction and gently undo any tangles you may come across. After a few minutes you sat the leash down on the bed next to you and reach both your hands behind his neck to unlock the leather muzzle from around his mouth. The hairs on Mike’s neck stand and he shivers. Mike’s breath quickens and his heartbeat picks up and you get ready to remove the restrictions. A string of saliva breaks away as you remove the mouth piece tossing it on the bed behind you as well.

“there you go baby, look at you precious”

You hold his scruffy chin in your hand gently rubbing the skin as you speak, and feeling the patches of black facial hair. Giving him little scratches under his chin you say in a baby voice. “Who’s a good boy huh? Are my good boy?”

You look at him, pleased at how his leg bounces at the scratches you give his chin.

“I…im your good boy *hic* I…’m your good boy” he mutters in a raspy wet teary voice, swallowing and wincing at the burning in his throat.

“Yes you’ve been so good. Taking anything I give you like a champ. I’m so proud of you precious”

“M/N, please let me fuck you. I need *hic* …I need my cock in you! I’ll do anything *hic* pl..please I’m begging you. I…I wanna feel you around me”

He sobs again, tears uncontrollably running down his face. He grabs hold of your leg and rests his head against your thigh again looking at you with those doll-like eyes as his wet eyelashes stick together each other

Your voice that was once soft and sweet like honey, quickly turned to one that wasn’t pleased. As Mike watched your face that once looked at him with a smile and adoration, now looked at him with utter disappointment, a look which only make him feel his heart break in half as his eyes swelled with even more tears. Mike knew he messed up by loosing patience like that.

“tch…you’re not being a good boy for me anymore” you say in an irritated manner “bad boys get the muzzle remember?” reaching behind you for the muzzle again

The aching in his chest didn’t go away. He didn’t mean to, please don’t be disappointed with him, he can’t handle it.

“P..please…no more muzzle…no more. I’ll be good I *hic* I swearrr” he whimpers, his hands desperately pulling at your pants leg. “m’sorry, ‘m a good boy! a really good boy!” he whines.

He always seems to know just what to say and do to make you go soft on him. You’ll give in to his begging just this once, but it seems like you two will definitely have to do some more training in the future. After all, you are a man of your word and you did promise to let him fuck you.

Your face softens as you let out a soft sigh, putting the muzzle down again you hold his chin once more so his eyes meet yours and you say calmly yet sternly

“Good dogs speak when they are spoken to, have patience, and do what they’re told. Understand pup?”

He bites his bottom lip and nods his head with a defeated choked whimper. Muttering ‘please please please’ in his head over and over again.

“You wanna feel your cock inside me Mike? Do you wanna fuck me?”

Mike begged as he rolled his hips, grinding his angry red cock against the front of your boot moaning with the slight relief. The veiny shaft twitched with anticipation and excitement as beads of pre-cum leaked from the angry red tip landing on your shoe.

“Well Mike-”

He’d been a real good boy when taking the treatment you’ve been giving him, and everyone knows that good dogs deserve treats so-

“You better bark like you want it”

[yanderestarangel]

✧ HEADCANONS FNAF | SMUT VERSION | MIKE SCHMIDT

★ TW: afab anatomy, pet names, degradation, dom!mike, v!sex, rough sex, blowjob, overstimulation, little praise.

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★ A/N: some people asked me in inbox if I watched the fnaf movie and the answer is: yes! I watched it with my boyfriend and it was a lot of fun, so I decided to write something about Mike yey >ㅅ<

✧ 𑂴 🫧 Mike is a stressed man, with all the pressure of taking care of his sister, the nightmares and a bad job - which can consume a lot of his energy - he will just want to be in your arms at the end of the day and preferably, between your legs.

✧ 𑂴 🫧 Mike will arrive home tired, with a smell like men's cologne faint from the hours he spent at work, and a thin layer of sweat covering his face and back, while he desperately looked for you in every corner of the house, shouting your name. Schmidt won't even give you time to ration, as he lifts you onto the nearest firm surface and spreads your thighs - if you were wearing any shorts, he would desperately tear them off while he glues his face to your pussy, lubricating it with saliva and making circular movements with his tongue on your clit, enjoying every moan you made, every time you ran your fingers through his hair - pulling him even closer - Schmidt would moan against your sensitive flesh, looking you in the eyes before continuing to pleasure you.

✧ 𑂴 🫧 Mike will fuck you all over the house when Abby is out or at school - kitchen, living room, balcony or anywhere that is empty enough - covering your mouth with his hand, while he shoves his thick, pulsing length into you , without any protection. He's the type of man who likes to spill every drop of his seed into your womb, painting your spongy walls pearly white, while grunting and praising you, telling you how good your pussy is for his dick, he likes to call you a "hungry little slut" with each hot jet that comes out of him, while he smiles and growls when he sees your expression of lust.

✧ 𑂴 🫧 Mike will leave you breathless, pushing you against the cold bathroom sink as he forces you to look in the mirror, you can see the dark circles under his eyes, his naked body against yours, how his cock slides against your wetness easily as he grabs your chin with his fingers - putting enough force to turn the tips white - He would see every reaction, every moan or scream that came out of you through reflection, roughly grabbing your hip with his other hand. His balls would already be wet from your juices with his, while the sounds of skin against skin could be heard echoing out of the room. "-Yes...Ah- Fucking hell my darling, your pussy swallowing my dick... just like that, keep it up please." he moaned hoarsely, as he looked at the sight of your wetness swallowing and repelling his shaft, with each rough thrust he made. "-You're such a good little thing for me, I'm going to give you every last drop of cum, right?"

✧ 𑂴 🫧 Mike will make you get ready for him, putting on your best clothes, putting on perfume and makeup for him, just for him to fuck you doggystyle on the bed, pulling your hair to expose your neck while deeply marking your soft skin with his teeth - From the intensity of his hips, you could tell how angry he was at everything and everyone that night - you could hear him grunting and grumbling about some pay cut or how he didn't get a promotion to improve your life. He will take out all his anger on your pussy, leaving you a mess, your makeup was smudged, your clothes were messy or even torn in some corner of the room, you were at his mercy, while his fingers roughly rubbed over and over again on your clit - making a delicious combo with each violent thrust deep into your core. He will degrade you while fucking all your tight holes. "-You're my favorite slut." "-You asked for this didn't you? You're a needy whore for my dick- Mmm-" "-You're a cumdump for me, needy and a quivering mess for my dick."

✧ 𑂴 🫧 Mike will love putting you between his legs, your knees hurt from the weight and hardness of the floor. His dick pulsed as you forced yourself to swallow everything, looking at him relaxing with each provocative yet relaxing and hot movement, while the head of his dick beat rhythmically in your throat. The wet sounds and muffled moans about his member made him grunt, throwing his head back, grabbing your head with his left hand while his right hand held the side of the chair, he was going to encourage you to go deeper. "-Please baby, be a good boy/girl and make me cum... Swallow it all for me ok?"

✧ 𑂴 🫧 Mike loves lying in bed completely naked, with his cock exposed to you, while watching you rub your pussy over him, he would be sleepy and tired, but the sight of you rubbing your wet pussy over him, looking for a release for everyone Your repressed lust was enough for him to stay awake for up to a few hours, resting his hands on your hips and squeezing the soft flesh of your ass as he moved down. Their eyes would be seeing the cum leaking from the tip of his dick, his crotch totally dirty, as he smiled at you, closing his eyes. "-Keep having fun baby... I'm here for you."

©YANDERESTARANGEL 2023

[bomber-grl]

Mike Schmidt relationship headcannons !

Pairing(s): Mike Schmidt x Gn!Reader

Note! Has some plot | This is my relationship headcannons for movie Mike, stating this because I just might make video game Michael Afton headcannons aswell in the near future

Very closed off and not looking for a relationship

He had hired you to take care of Abby when he was away and that’s how you two began getting closer.

Not the best conversation starter, however when you gave him the opportunity to speak about the dream theory he starts going on about it.

Then he apologizes and begins feeling a bit unsure and awkward.

It never really advanced from there and he’d almost constantly apologize and reassure that he’d pay you soon, but you never really cared for it.

Really peaked his interest when he realized that Abby had really grown to like you and began inviting you to do things with the both of them.

You, of course accepted and eventually Mike had started developing feelings for you.

Just as you did for him.

He didnt act on them at first.

Primarily Because he doesn’t see himself in a relationship, especially not with someone like you with him.

You were amazing, and he was a sad grown man who had to care for his little sister, and not even in a way he saw proper.

So of course he shuts it down, telling himself it’d be better off that way.

However, some way, somehow you got involved with Freddy’s pizzeria and you not only managed to save him but also Abby.

Then from there it just went uphill.

He got a better job, better pay, and is able to connect with Abby easier.

Not only that but the custody battle has been leaning in his favor.

He had no one to thank but you.

You’d take Abby to school, occasionally cook for them, and you were always reliable.

One fateful evening you and Mike were just hanging out in the living room.

Talking and just watching whatever was on TV.

Then he brought up your relationship, and stated that he’d really like to start one with you, a romantic one, that is.

You of course, said yes, and he was relieved and happy at your reaction.

But then Abby came to mind, what would she think?

You asked him this almost immediately.

But he reassured and said that the final push was actually when Abby hinted/teased her older brother about your potential relationship, then ran off.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding and an awkward atmosphere hung in the air but then Mike went to hold you hand and it made it semi better.

The next morning you almost immediately told Abby and she was so happy.

Which really relieved the both of you.

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Things had changed, albeit subtly.

And although Mike wasn’t the most physically affectionate, probably due to him being pretty much touched starved and traumatized.

He tried his best to convey his affection towards you with teasing and joking around.

You’d often just enjoy the others company and bond mostly with Abby around.

If you were to ever do something even a little bit flirty around her she’d immediately be grossed out.

Which was funny, and was mentally noted to ever do again in her presence, even if it was just a kid friendly comment.

Your guy’s first kiss was pretty intimate

I mean Mike had never seemed much interested in kissing or doing anything further down the road.

However, after a particularly draining day, and horrible weather outside, Mike had offered you to stay for the night.

Abby was so excited and the three of you played with her just a little bit over her curfew then sent her off to bed.

When you were finally able to be alone, Mike, very awkwardly and a bit bashful, offered for you to sleep in his bed.

You, like the amazing person you were, rejected and said that it was fine and that he should just sleep there.

Not completely understanding that Mike didn’t mean separate, but together.

Once he bashfully explains that all you can do is mutter out an “oh” and go along with it.

Pretty awkward as you both just lay down as stiff as rods in silence.

Then you guys begin talking.

And it’s just you two talking about whatever at like 2 a.m, trying your best to keep it down.

If you decide to be bold and make a move by asking if you could cuddle with him, then he’d hesitantly agree.

Again, not because he hates you, but because he’s an awkward guy.

So once you’re settled in each others arms you start talking about each others traumas and mostly hidden things.

It’s the sleep deprivation getting to you guys.

Well once you’re both finished venting and just being vulnerable you decide to make a move and lean forward, giving him plenty of time to move if it’s not wanted.

But he didn’t, and the clash of your lips followed soon after and how drawed out it was won’t be mentioned by either of you either.

Things not only start changing and he’s side hugging you more (publicly)

Although not really into pda

And be more affectionate (as he can)

I’m sure at one point you get so comfortable with one another that although awkward moments occur, most of them spent together is just you saying cringe stuff and making him regret ever making it out alive of Freddy’s.

From then on, not only do you tease and get a worthwhile reaction but he’s always hugging and giving you cheek kisses in private.

He’s also grown fond of cuddling, just because of how close he gets to be to you.

If you were to ever tell him he’s hot.

He’d get really taken back but then laughs it off and says whatever.

(Saying this because I know those fans of him exist 😭)

Honestly it’s kind of hard for you to tell when he’s being sarcastic or not😔

He’s always making snarky and joking remarks and hard to tell when he’s just being his sassy self.

Honestly home dude is just trying his best and his relationship with you really lightened up his life even more.

Note! Should I make a pt 2 with Mike as your husband?

[seveett]

ONE MORE .

seveett .

Starring…??;; (ftm) Micheal Schmidt x AMAB reader

Genre...??;; Smut, hardcore sex 👍🏽 (short, sorry..)

Warnings…??;; AFAB terms used (cunt, clit, pussy.), (Semi?) Public sex, Cowgirl pos, Overstimulation, Breeding kink, Marking, Multiple orgasms, Belly bulge .

(fem aligned DNI.)

The chair let out a high pitched squeaking sound, shaking a bit with the aggressiveness of Mike bouncing on your cock. Moans and whimpers fall from his mouth, face buried into your shoulder.

His body ached but the feeling of your nails digging his hips encouraged him to keep moving, chants of your name rolled off his tongue, soaked cunt clenching around your length.

Slick coated Micheal’s thighs from previous orgasms, his insides already filled with your cum from previous rounds, a bulge forming in his stomach.

“ One more , Please . ” is what he would always say although it was never just ‘One more’, he always wanted more, he could never get enough of your fat cock dragging along his warm walls.

the loud sound of skin smacking against skin filled the room, thought you were too caught up in the fact that your bodies molded together, as if you were meant to stay like that forever.

Mike’s pace started to get sloppy, only lifting himself up a little then immediately slamming back down onto your length; pussy pulsing around you.

Your fingers found its way to his puffy clit, rubbing circles, a loud guttural moan coming from Mike.

The next thing you new Micheal was convulsing and gushing, his bouncing coming a temporary stop, a groan being pulled from you as he continued to suck you in.

He inhaled sharply before going back to ride you, his bounce harsher this time, determined to make you cum.

it only took a few more of these movements until your seed spilling inside his cunt, a white ring forming where you two are connected, cum oozing out.

You both stayed there for a moment, breathing heavily into each others necks before he lifted himself up again, starting off at a slow pace before getting quicker.

“ One more , Please just one more . ” Mike begged, and how could you ever say no to him?

even though you both knew this wasn't the last round, you still agreed.

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dt:: @shaesbby

[redcoralpot]

U Malatu - Mike Schmidt x M! Reader

Summary: Mike gets a call back on the ad he had sent out for a new babysitter for Abby. While they were interested in the job, Mike was more than interested in them.

Warnings: NSFW content (masturbation), and mentions of murder.

Word Count: 1.55K

Notes: Consider this a gift for the gay Mike simps!!

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Mike had expected nothing of it, really. He had paid a newspaper company a few dollars to display ads for a babysitter in their daily papers; a last ditch attempt before starting his new job at a local pizzeria. He was working the night shifts, and with his office being in the middle of a highly dangerous, abandoned building, he hesitated in bringing his little sister along. Abby was only ten years old– who knows what she would get into?

So, when his phone rang with a call from an unknown number, Mike immediately answered, “Hello?”

Radio silence from the other end. His mother always had warned him about spam. 

His finger hovered over a red button, ready to end the call, when a noise froze any movement, “Um… are you Mike Schmidt?”

“Yeah, this is him.”

The caller cleared their throat, “Okay, so, I’m calling about a babysitting ad I saw at a local diner; I’m interested. Is it possible for us to meet there to discuss details?”

“Woah, hold on. What’s your name?” Mike questioned, folding his jacket over a chair.

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll meet you outside of Sparky’s at four o’clock. I’m looking forward to it!”

“Wait–” That was the only thing he could respond with before the line cut out, and his home screen went back to normal.

Suspicious. Maybe he should have gone a different route than dropping the opportunity of watching over a vulnerable child into just anyone’s hands, but it was too late to turn back now. Sparky’s was a public place, at least, so this person would not be able to hurt Mike without getting caught. If he got any weird feelings from them, he’d immediately call it off and go home. 

Mike glanced at the oven clock, ticking away at time like it was nothing. Currently, it was only three, and the drive to the popular diner was only fifteen minutes away. Well, shit. He was too desperate to pass this up, not with the court constantly watching his back. Mike groaned, rubbing the bridge of his nose, dreading his first shift already.

He ended up needing that extra time to get Abby comfortable enough for him to leave, and oh, how stubborn she was. Mike had to carry her over his shoulder just to get her into her bedroom, where she had plenty of sensory toys and items to occupy herself with. Additionally, Mike had put extra care into making sure she had the opposite too, such as noise canceling headphones in case the neighbor decided to mow his lawn again. The last time he saw her, she was huddled up on her desk again, using crayons to draw scribbly pictures of her imaginary friends. Yeah, imaginary. They weren’t real, as much as Abby claimed they were.

By the time he had gotten in the car, started it, and driven to Sparky’s, he was five minutes late. Yet, from his windshield, he could see a man in a quirky uniform sitting outside the main doors. Mike couldn’t see the details of the stranger– he needed to get his eyes checked– but he witnessed them flinch at the sound of his car door slamming. As he approached, the man jumped up with a sparkle in their eye, and held out a hand.

“Mike Schmidt?”

He didn’t shake it, causing the hand to fall awkwardly to your side, “Yeah.”

“Uh, anyways, I saw your ad. The diner hands out a paper full of ads with their menus, you see, and yours caught my eye.”

“You mentioned that.”

The man had a lopsided grin on his face, and you chuckled; the sound sent a spark up Mike’s spine, “Yes, yes I did. I make decent money, but I’m also looking for a bit of a side job too. Babysitting was on the top of my list, ‘cause I love kids.”

“Do you have any actual experience with it?”

“I was a babysitter for my first job in highschool,” he rambled, “my favorite kid was a little boy from a local daycare. His mom said he got diagnosed with autism and she needed extra help taking care of him during the evenings. He was a delight!”

“Why did you stop?”

“Ah, it’s a shame. Fritz, the little guy, was one of the kids that went missing at a pizzeria a while back. His mom was never the same after that, and I felt guilty that I wasn’t there.” You shuffled closer to the doors, shoulders tense.

“A pizzeria?”

You shrugged, “It got shut down soon after that. I guess when a couple of kids disappear into thin air in a restaurant, parents aren’t keen on bringing their children there anymore.”

Mike opened his mouth, ready to ask another question, but you stopped him, “Listen, I gotta go, this was my break. You have my number, right?”

He nodded, and you replied with your pinky and thumb sticking out of a fist, held to your ear. Mike watched as you disappeared into the diner, curiosity and another, more unknown feeling creeping up his chest. He remembered it so well, looking back on it.

-

Nowadays, Abby loves you. Mike could lean on the doorway, and a smile would tug on the corners of his lips as he watched you make shapes with your hands. A light was set in her room specifically for this purpose, as the shadows cast would mimic whole storylines. His little sister would view it in glee; the tales always accompanied by voice acting, your doing. Mike even started, in the back of his mind, to prefer the idea of spending the night like that instead of in front of a collection of security cameras. He observed your hands, how your body moved, your face, and more embarrassingly, your lips.

Mike studied how gentle and sickeningly sweet your voice was when you praised Abby, but also the stern expression that played in your eyes when she misbehaved. You would glance up at him sometimes, the manner still stained, and a heady feeling would slam into his brain. The experience always only lasted a few seconds, when his little sister would grumble again, and you were pulled back towards her. Frankly, there were times when Mike wished you would continue, though he’d never admit it. He pushed it down with everything else.

Alas, that can only work for so long– a man has needs. Those needs surface at the worst possible time, and for Mike, that was on his endless night shift at the pizzeria. He cursed under his breath, feeling his dick straining against his jeans. The feeling of your hand manhandling him out of his own front door was imprinted on his shoulder, even if his uniform vest covered it. Just thinking about it sent a shiver down his spine, and he closed his eyes as his eyebrows scrunched together.

“F-fuck.” He whispered. 

His seat shook as Mike shifted in it, fidgeting, unable to focus on the bright screens on his desk. The more he tried ignoring it, the more depraved thoughts infected his head. A finger trailed up the seam of his pants, his breath hitching, where it finally landed on the button holding it all together. Mike bit his lip and unbuttoned it, a whine escaping him as he palmed himself. 

He imagined it was you that was doing it, your strong palm cupping his crotch as easily as you did a mug at home. He snaked fingers into his boxers, sliding himself out of the top, and rested his forehead against the wood under the cameras. His dick twitched at the movement, and he brushed against the tip. Mike huffed as he slid his hand down, and then up, repeating; spreading precum as it came out. What else could you do with that strength?

Could you manhandle him on his hands and knees? You could, he knew, and you would trail your hands down his body. So very gentle, so very kind, for what you were about to do. You could hold his hips still to prevent him from thrusting up into your hand, as he whimpered in complaint. Sweat dripped down his forehead as he felt the stickiness grow in his hand; you could call him the most pathetic things and he wouldn’t be able to do anything about it. A pet, a slut, a little whore.

Mike let out a quiet moan, “Please…”

He’d face away from you as you thrust your own against his cock, not even earning the privilege to look at you. You would treat him as only a toy to use, whenever, and however you wanted. His ass would be red from how hard your skin slapped against his; the sting only sending down zaps of pleasure. You wouldn’t even bother taking off your own clothes, only his. 

“That’s it, that’s a good boy,” you’d grunt.

That same heady feeling slammed into Mike again, but this time was different– this time it was accompanied by a white flash in front of his eyes. His body seized upwards, drool smearing against the desktop. The guard felt warmth drip down his palm, onto his pants and the floor. For the first time in what felt like forever, he let out a deep, shaky breath. 

The stain was going to be hard to explain.

-

[rodolfoparras]

SO I JUST GOT OUT OF THE FNAF MOVIE

mike is Most definitely a man who whimpers

he buries his head into the pillow, soft sobbing because he hasn't felt this good in so long while you softly stroke his cock and/or finger him while whispering praises into his ear

-🌷

Ok but hear me out…

Brat!mike who loves to rile you up with his mouth and will only ever shut up once you shove your cock down his throat, forcing him to keep you inside his mouth for as long as possible, til his jaw aches, throat burns and there’s a puddle of drool on the floor. Another way to shut him up is to grip his throat while he rides your cock, you’ll watch the stubbornness bled away from his eyes and get replaced with desperation as he furiously taps at your thigh.

Brat!mike who likes it rough, whether it be having little to no prep, blowjobs that will have tears spilling down his cheeks and face turning visibly red or til it feels like he’s being speared onto your dick, will even let you put mascara and lipstick on him just so that he can visibly see how you’ve ruined him

Brat!Mike who’ll prevent any noises from escaping his lips as you’re fucking him. Even with ropes of cum painted all over his stomach and hole all puffy and red he still won’t tell you how good you’re making him feel. You can even have him tied up while holding a vibrator against his dick and he’ll still manage to stay silent as a mouse, which only manages to drive you crazy

Brat! Mike who’ll purposely stop while in the middle of giving you a blow job or while riding you just to tease, only for you to yank at his hair or hips and shove him back down onto your dick

Brat!mike who loves to rile you up just so that you can have heated make up sex, will even go as far as to moan the name of someone else while you got your fingers or cock buried inside him, wont stop with his little act til you’ve fucked him so dumb he can no longer speak or think

Brat!mike who’s alright with being denied orgasms but loses his mind at being denied a kiss, you’ll have him whining and whimpering within seconds to put your lips on his.

[grave-z-boy]

If they didn’t want me to want to fuck William Afton they should not have cast Mathew lillard

[saturncodedstarlette]

Y/N : I’m having problems with a guy.

Michael : Like “his dead body won’t fit in your car” problems or “you like him” problems?

Y/N : The “I like him” problems.

Michael, shrugs : Too bad, I could have actually helped you with the other types.

Y/N : . . .

Y/N, trying not to crack a smile : You would bury yourself?

Michael : Yeah I mean— wait—

Michael :

[clarks-letterman]

How do you think Mike would be in a relationship?

warning -- slight mention on nsfw! (and overall very short, like josh)

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Dating Mike is the equivalent of seeing a diamond in the rough and needing excavator tools to break it out. There’s a lot of work that needs to be done, but you can see the glimmer of a perfect partner shining through to the surface. You’ll have to get your hands dirty and it won’t be easy to hold him in your hands.

You can see his dedication in Abby, how he’s passed down things to her. Sometimes, it was easy to feel like you were learning more about Mike from Abby than the actual man himself. The dishes aren’t always clean, the bed isn’t always made. It feels like you live with a ghost at times.

That’s not to say that Mike won’t be there for you. He will. He’ll try. But his success is limited by his ever-changing job situation and pile of responsibilities. Mike is an endless bout of possibilities, but it would take teamwork to actually see the good results. Abby should be included in that, obviously. Phone calls where he’s supposed to be doing his job and you’re supposed to be watching Abby—but she’s begrudgingly fighting with you for the phone—go about as well as you’d expect.

When it comes to sex, Mike isn’t bad at it by any means. It’s more about when you could have it rather than how good he is. If you come home late, or a date night runs past its stay, then he may already be in bed, asleep. You have to adhere to his schedule for this, or else you may never see it that dick in action. He would try to compensate for being in bed so early by waking up before you do to make your favorite breakfast, or to make sure everything you need to get ready is laid out and in plain sight. Every memory lives inside you, and no matter how small the step is in your daily routine, he won’t overlook if he’s seen or heard it.

But once you’ve settled down and there’s a moment of quiet—basically, the eye of the storm—Mike is clingy. Even asleep, you can feel him stirring, moving closer to you. And when his scruff is rubbing against the skin on your neck as he buries himself impossibly closer into you, you know you’re in for a day of smothering. He stays close to you on those days, either following you on your trail or side-to-side with his fingers interlaced with yours. There’s no in-between. 

[dragcnbreak]

Mike Schmidt being your caregiver would include…

• soft pet names but especially “baby” and “baby girl” and “baby boy”

• naps, naps, and more naps! mike is always tired, especially after a shift or even after just waking up. he likes to be the bigger spoon and you feel safe in his arms so win-win

• him spending his last dollar on things for you, like stuff to color with or stuffed animals. you and abby always come first before him

• speaking of abby, you definitely have play dates with her. you both think she doesn’t understand age regression and just think of it as playing along with her, but she knows better

• him bringing your drawings (also sometimes abby’s too) to work with him, tucked safely in his wallet. he looks at them frequently, especially when he’s feeling down

• bedtime stories! they mostly consist of books borrowed from the local library accompanied by mike’s tapes for ambience. he isn’t the best at doing the voices but he always tries them to make you laugh

• watching movies, also borrowed from the library. you always pick disney but sometimes, mike will get a horror movie so you can cling to him for safety. he loves making you feel safe and cared for

• physical affection!!!!! mike isn’t the best with his words but you can always rely on getting a hug or a forehead kiss when he sees you. sometimes, he’ll pepper you in kisses and you giggle until you can’t breathe and he smiles and it’ll be the best thing that’s happened to him all day

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my first time ever writing something like this >< idk what it is about mike but this is also like my first time ever reading “x reader” stuff for a character and also wanting to write it. if you want more agere stuff with mike, pls let me know <3 ily, ty for reading!!!!!

[l1tw1ck]

i found your writing through the mike schmidt x male reader tag and absolutely adore it! i will never write him cis ever (/lh), that man is trans and autistic as hell (/pos).

may i request mike getting his tdick sucked and his cunt eaten out? i prescribe him stress relief by multiple intense orgasms until he's completely spent and feeling nothing but peace and bliss. it's what he deserves <3

bottom!ftm michael x top reader

trans autistic mike is So real

cw: afab language, cunnilingus, squirting

"You deserve this, you've worked hard this week." You say softly, in between Michael's bare thighs. You press gentle kisses all over his plush flesh. "Just relax and let me take care of you, okay?"

Mike whimpers in response, twitching just because of your proximity to his cunt. He hasn't had sex thanks to his job and the most he's done to make up for it is humping his own arm or a pillow before falling asleep. He sucks in a breath as you kiss his dick, a burst of electricity and pleasure running through him. You drag your tongue up his pussy and lap at it, giving him lots of love with your tongue. Mike moans your name shakily and leans back. He blinks rapidly, his eyes staring straight at the ceiling as you bring him closer to his climax. "Fu- fuck-" He gasps. You dip your tongue inside him, searching around his insides as your fingers delicately rub his precious and super sensitive t-dick. "Ohmygod~" Mike cries out. "Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck-"

One of the reasons you're able to focus entirely on Mike's pleasure and ignore your aching dick is the words and sounds that come out of his mouth. Just hearing how good you're making him feel encourages you.

"'M gonna- gonna-" He shakes almost violently, squirt splashing all over your face. His breathing increases rapidly as he goes through the aftershocks of squirting for the first time in two weeks. You lick up any slick that made it on his legs and scoop up a bit more from his cunt before pulling away, just what he likes you to do.

[g4yforethan]

anything

pairing: mike schmidt x male!reader

summary: reader ends up working the late shift with mike and catch feelings for each other

warnings: cursing, top!mike, bottom!reader

a/n: i honestly loved the fnaf movie and josh hutcherson is sooo cuteee istg

“do you want the job or not?” your employer asked you as you sat in his office. this job was your only hope since you had some troubles with your previous jobs and getting fired from every single one for always showing up late. "i mean what do i even have to do?" you were confused. he was offering you a job at an abandoned pizzeria and when you looked it up, it looked like an evil chuck e cheese. he explained the job and you decided to take it. "would i be working by myself?" you asked him. "no no of course not. you're gonna have a buddy to work with. name is mike schmidt. ran into a little trouble but seems like a nice guy." you agreed and got ready for the job.

you arrived at the pizzeria at around 9 pm and saw another car parked and went inside. as you went inside, you saw the whole place truly was abandoned as all the lights were off and the main stage that featured the animatronics was filled with dust and spider-webs. when you went into the security room, you heard a scream as you went in. "AHH JESUS CHRIST." "oh my god i'm so sorry. i guess they didn't tell you you were gonna have a partner huh?" the look on his face said that he didn't know. the both of you laughed it off and started to get to know each other.

“haha so you’ve been seeing anyone lately?” mike asked you. you were taken back by what he said but answered his question. “uhh no i haven’t found the time to do any of that you know.” he nodded his head and started to get closer to you. “well i think a guy as cute as you should already have a boyfriend.” you blushed and turned away so he wouldn’t see but he grabbed your face and looked straight into your eyes. “i’m being serious.” he said to you as you both kept eye contact with each other. he licked his lips and went in for a kiss on your lips.

the two of you began smothering each other with kisses as he grabbed ahold of your face and you grabbed his back. he moaned as you bit on his lip."i'm sorry." you said as you paused to look at him. "don't. i liked it." you smiled and continued kissing each other as he placed you on his desk and removed all the papers that were on it and laid you on your back. he started to take his shirt off as did you and proceeded to give you several hickies on your neck and chest. you moaned as he started playing with your nipples and rubbed them to elevate you. "i wanna fuck you so bad right now." "then do it already." you told him as he quickly understood you and unzipped his pants and you did as well.

he pulled out his long, thick cock and quickly inserted it into your mouth. you began sucking on his dick for a few minutes as he grabbed your hair and shoved it down your throat. you continued sucking before he pulled out. "fuck i was gonna cum. turn around baby boy." you did as he said and turned around and positioned yourself with your ass facing towards him. he started going down and licking your hole and leaving marks on your ass. your moans seemed to turn him on even more as he started digging his fingers inside your hole. you begged him to fuck you already and he listened.

he went in slowly scratching your back and leaving marks all over. he went at an angle that had you hooked and he knew this. he started going at a medium pace, this time grabbing ahold of your waist. he went even deeper digging into your hole as your moans filled the room. he started going even faster and started pulling your hair back with his hands making sure you wouldn’t pull out. “fuck. fuck im gonna cum.” he came inside of you filling your hole with his warm, thick cum. afterwards, the both of you put back your clothes on and laid next to each other on the ground. “you know we should get back to work in case anything goes wrong.” you tell him as mike slowly starts to doze off. “mhm after a quick nap.” he pulls you in and gives you a kiss on your lips and neck before the both of you fall asleep.

[pastelclovds]

i wanna rail william on top of his office desk right now ngl