#joel fnaf

[cassettedude]

all of my designs for the mimic epilogue gang

[valentinbelleyh505]

JESTERS 🌈✨

i forgotten some of they but okay 😭

[spaciebabie]

springtrap says the EVIL sex word because hes so so SCARY and evil and PURPLE AAAAA!!!!!! AAAAAA!!! SEX!!!!!!! MOUMMY!! HEEELP!!!!

[strangererotica]

table of contents

steve harrington x reader

lesson learned ✨april showers ✨ delirium ✨ need ✨ dinner for one ✨ drain the snake ✨ baby-making weather ✨ honey ✨ afternoon delight ✨ brunch ✨ after party ✨campsite conception ✨ whiskey with a stranger ✨in the shower with steve ✨kitchen floor ✨toxic ex

jim hopper x reader

hopper’s sin part 1 ✨ hopper’s sin part 2 ✨ hopper’s sin part 3 ✨ under cover ✨ love spell part 1 ✨ love spell part 2 ✨ nsfw alphabet (hopper) ✨ dolled up part 1 ✨ enemies to lovers (hopper) ✨ hot lunch ✨dolled up part 2 ✨golden and alive

eddie munson x reader

get off ✨bark ✨ devil eyes ✨ it’s wetter inside ✨motel sex

steddie x reader

two holes, one dom ✨ wet as sin ✨the devil in hawkins ✨ two towels ✨love and treason (gladiator au)

joel miller x reader

definitely good ✨hands on

steve, eddie, hopper x reader

dealer part 1 ✨ dealer part 2

anthony bridgerton x reader

intensity ✨ soaked ✨ soaked part 2

mike schmidt x reader

just tell me when you’ve had enough ✨visiting mike late-night at freddy’s

william afton / springtrap x reader

sick fuck ✨freak on purpose

gator tillman x reader

tight fit

cooper adams x reader

headcanons (nsfw) ✨red flags ✨ your attention

all of my videos are tagged #video but here are links to a few of my favorites:

Sex With Steve (Audio) ✨ STRANGER CENSORED THINGS ✨ Steve’ s2 shower scene (Steve only) ✨ TALL LEAN CAKED-UP BIG DICK BABYSITTER ✨Jim Hopper, Ultraviolence ✨Cooper Adams edit ✨Cooper Adams Daddy ✨Sex With Steve Summer Night Ambience (Audio) ✨TRAP 2024 but it’s needlessly horny ✨ TRAP 2024 but it’s even hornier ✨Absurdly horny Wolverine / Logan edit ✨Hopper and the Tree Juices ✨Hopper s2 edit ✨Terrifier edit

[tinycozycomfort]

some quiet evenings

pairing: mike schmidt x f!reader

summary: If he wasn’t so far away all the time, working and worrying and wracked with undeserving guilt, you’d disassemble him completely—down to the fucking marrow.

warnings/tags: no use of y/n, sub!mike, the tone? they're in love, underwear play, c*ck grinding, finger sucking, pet names (baby, honey, etc), the socks stay on, criminally gratuitous descriptions of how good-looking this man is

word count: 2k

rating: explicit! 18+ only, mdni

a/n: huge thank you to @cupofjoel for these amazing fics that were a direct contributor to me watching the movie (and then subsequently falling into a lore hole) and to @pascalisbaby for listening to me fumble my way through this!!

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Mike is always tired when he gets home. 

Tired like the weight of his body is too much to bear, eyes wet and just-open like a seam that’s freshly split. He hangs at the end of his own rope, slumped on the line of his spine, damp across his brow as he sits and undresses at the corner of the bed. 

You don’t question him when he says it’s nothing, when he mumbles something about work being a lot of pressure and just needing to make it through the end of the week. For something so mundane—watching unwanted property—it seems off; still you kneel at his back to help him shrug off the lip of his vest and hoodie and creased t-shirt with nothing more than a sigh.

“Didn’t mean to put this on you. I know you work as much as I do—more, even,” his head lolls down towards his lap, fingers sweeping his face as he shrinks with guilt, “I just need to figure out some money for another babysitter so I can actually sleep and you can actually see me and—” 

“It’s okay. Don’t know how many times I’ll have to tell you before you believe me.” 

He works at the clasp of his pants before you can—another thing he feels the need to take responsibility for, right now—bending at the waist enough to pool them at his ankles, socked feet tapping the ground inside their halos. Nervous, like always, high-strung and erratic for reasons you can’t begin to pull out of him. 

“And everything with Abby, she just… I worry about her.” 

“She’s asleep down the hall. Got her to eat and everything. You need to worry about yourself, too, y’know.” You widen your thighs, straddling the base of his hips, left hand curling to cradle the strip of skin between his shoulder and neck. He’s warm there, too, tacky and tense when you tuck your pointer up against his jaw. “Look at me, Mike.” 

He refuses at first, pushing back against your guidance, reserve strong in the face of shame.

In return, you press harder into him, doubling down, dimpling the underside of his chin in an effort to halt his retreat.

“No,” he whispers, insistent. 

Something hot swirls in the core of your spine at his defiance, as small as it is loud, the corner of your lip tugging up in response. He can’t see you, hiding like this, but it’s like he can feel it, knocking a shoulder up to shield himself even more. 

He likes this game, you’ve realized—where you let him have his fit just to reel him back in, to prove to him he’s wrong. That special kind of attention to detail—the laborious care of taking the time to peel back his doubts to get to the tender meat of his heart, just to string up your favorite pieces of him as you go. Declarations is maybe the most correct way to put it; he likes to earn the kind of love he can hang on the fridge.

You lean in behind him, cheek brushing the hair at his temple, and his guise falters, body unfurling on instinct. What a sweet man he is, naked save for the rings of fabric on and at his feet, the thin veil of his boxers—the latter failing to hide his own interest. Opening for you like he needs to.

You drag your nose across his lobe, the flesh there raising in little welts, “You do know how much I worry about you, right? How much I want you to relax? Don’t you want that, too?” 

He swallows hard, wrist twisting in his lap—restraint, you think, or warning; Mike, ever-courteous, letting you know he’s reached his threshold, fizzing over the top. 

“What do you think I could do to make you feel better, honey?” You run the bend of your free hand along his inner thigh, chest flush to his back so you can reach the fold of his knee. 

Mike shudders, short puffs of air jutting out of his open mouth. The grip you have on his neck tilts, wrapping your thumb over the knob of his jaw, longer fingers spreading out so you can curve one between his lips. He licks at it, tongue soft where he sucks you in, skipping the gentle work-up to get to his favorite part—more tired than you thought, then.

“I don’t want to have to choose for you, but I will.” You rub the inside of his cheek like you can coax the words out, “C’mon.” 

“You could—I want, fuck. I want to be inside you.” 

The papery t-shirt clinging to your back stretches, looped material around your hips tacked down by the trickle of slick that seeps out at his words. You were ready for bed when he arrived,  more thankful than ever to have nothing else between you and his body, now that he’s ready for something else.

You drag your wandering hand across where he’s straining, hot and heavy, his only reaction a gentle tug of teeth on your knuckle, a too-deep inhale that inflates his chest. Mike’s hands sit limp where they’re glued to his thighs, waiting patiently for your next instruction, seeing if you’ve decided to grant him his request. 

It’s not until you wedge your hand free to toy at the waistband of his boxers that he sets into motion, raising off the sheets and letting you strip him of his last shred of modesty, just the slouched cuffs of his socks left clinging to him.

His cock is hard—angry—coming down on his stomach with a dull thud, a sticky pull of precome following in its wake. The muscle under his torso jumps at the impact like he forgot it was even there, too focused on what’s coming next, sold on the prospect of something better. 

You guide a leg down the slope of the bed, planting yourself on the floor by his side. He takes the hint, pushing himself higher up on the sheets and resting his weight on the flat of his elbows behind him, quick to obey.

You take your time climbing along him, bracketing him from the front this time so you can take in the full image of his want. He’s flushed across his cheeks, his neck—even the little reliefs in the skin under his eyes are touched by pink. Lips shining, hair clumped with wet at the root—he’s the kind of beautiful he doesn’t even know he’s capable of, sleepy and misty and shaky when you run your fingers against his jaw—still damp from his own mouth—marveling at the rounded edges that find their way in his angular face. 

If he wasn’t so far away all the time, working and worrying and wracked with undeserving guilt, you’d disassemble him completely—down to the fucking marrow. Clip him off at every joint just to piece him back together. 

“Pretty,” you mumble, mostly to yourself, but you know he hears it when he preens, eyes fluttering and chest squeezing tight in a long exhale.

You loop a thumb through the center of your underwear, swinging it out to fit his cock in with you, settling into his lap more firmly so that the split of your cunt presses against him. He’s trapped there, between your heat and his belly, the whine that slips out of him involuntary but solid. 

When you start to move, working up a rhythm, he spits out something like fuck, fuck yes and you nod to feign understanding.

“Oh, is this what you meant? You wanted to be inside here?” You rock into his hips with purpose, the thick shape of him rubbing at your clit like it’s all he was made for, like being inside you wouldn’t even be an idea if he couldn’t take care of you in every other way first. 

“No.” 

“First yes, now no? You have to make your mind up, baby. You’re not giving me enough to work with, here.”

“Yes. This is–yes.” 

He starts to meet you halfway without thinking, grinding up into the cradle of your body in search of a better way to communicate than words. 

“So you don’t want to fuck me?” 

Mike whines at that, the breakout of red reaching the very edges of his face, bleeding down into his collarbones. He regains some sense of his own body, then, hands fumbling up until they slot above the crease of your thigh, rubbing firmly at your hip bones. Pleading.

You tuck your knees into his side to help him along, ribs stinging where your efforts begin to hurt, happy anyway to push him closer to the edge. A thick lick of heat rises in your chest, the seat of your pelvis, flaring white when you watch him fight for something to say.

“I do—I did, I just. This is perfect. You’re perfect.” He’s panting in between each word, pressing himself to you to punctuate his point, “I’m going to come just like this, if you’ll let me.” 

It’s not so spelled out, but he is asking for permission—as he always does—and it sounds like an apology more than anything else. For being selfish, you know he’ll say; for taking his pleasure exactly like you’d asked him to.

You swipe at the curls that are starting to twist at the base of his neck, both for leverage so you can match his pace and to point out another facet of him that falls perfectly into your liking, the glide easier with how much you’ve coated him in that same favor. 

The hand you’d hooked into him earlier finds his lips again, slipping in with no resistance, passing harshly against his molars and tongue. 

Mike is eager to glean as much fondness as he can off the skin, closing his mouth and sucking fervently. 

“Go ahead, then. Said you needed to relax, didn’t I? We’ve got all morning.”

Something flashes in his eyes that reads horribly like but what about work?, as if now would be the time to worry over your schedule—as if anything could be more important than the way his cock swells in anticipation despite the thought. 

You redirect the anxiety, not wanting his orgasm to fall flat after all the convincing it took to lead him here, “You have all morning to make it up to me.”

His grip around your middle tightens, suffocatingly so, brows drawing tight, tilting his head so he can take in more of your fingers to slide his tongue against the underside of your palm as he comes in warm threads of slip. 

He makes a mess of your chests and the already soaked-through film of your underwear, legs shaking under you as he breathes his way down. 

You release yourself from him with a pop, squeezing lightly at his cheek as he cracks a meek smile. 

“Thank you,” he murmurs, freshly shy like he hadn’t been aware of what just occurred, so inside his mind he’d left his body, “I didn’t mean to not be able to, um—” 

“Fuck me?” 

He’s fully glowing by now, this time because of the weight of your accusation, loosening a little only when he sees you grinning back at him. You lean in, pecking at the corner of his mouth to not interrupt his irregular breaths, allowing him just a moment of error before appealing to the side of him that rids him of his nerves, “Get to it, then, if you’re so worried about it.”

[berylshores]

Put that guy in a situation with the fishies, micorwave him

aw fuck it’s a situation !!!!!

[v1x-holo]

*Ballora's ur spatulady* ^_^ ❣

[snappl3]

Ik Charlie probably dies at a very young age, like in the books she only got to see the age of 3 before getting murdered, but it’d make the story so much more interesting if she was one of the older children to be killed. Like if she was like 10-13 anywhere between there. Might draw

[colexicana-draws]

A FUCK load of artwork lmao

[littolbunnyboy]

Merch time! :D

Me and @larkkspuur just got the mini batch for the stuff we are making!

There are a few issues, namely the prints are a tad darker than they are meant to be, which we are working to resolve before placing a larger order, but in the meantime we will be putting these up as B-Grade or C-Grade with reduced prices!

Important note: My only way to take pics is my old iPad, which is notorious for having an awful camera! The prints and stickers are way, way clearer and nicer looking in person I prommy ;u;

When we get the bigger batch, we will be utilising the product photoshoot option the manu offers so we will be able to get better photos then, but that wont be for another 2-4 weeks depending on their manufacturing time, so for now this is all we have.

B-Grade prints are 7$ and C-Grade prints are only 5$!

A-Grade stickers are 6$, B-Grade stickers are 4$ and C-Grade stickers are only 3$!

Domestic and imternational shipping both have a free option!

You can place an order here!

[aangelichaos]

TWELVE DAYS OF FICMAS

(Starts December 14th!)

MASTERLIST

Day 1: Gingerbread houses + Joel Miller and Ellie Williams (The Last of Us)

Day 2: Mistletoe + Harvey (Stardew Valley)

Day 3: Present shopping + Hugo Vega (Dream Daddy: A Dad Dating Simulator)

Day 4: Wrapping presents + Vanessa Shelly and Mike Schmidt (FNAF)

Day 5: Snowball fight + Vanessa Shelly (FNAF)

Day 6: Caroling + Shane (Stardew Valley)

Day 7: First snow + Joel Miller (The Last of Us)

Day 8: New Year's kiss + Harvey (Stardew Valley)

Day 9: Hot chocolate + Arthur Morgan (Red Dead Redemption 2)

Day 10: Secret Santa + Steve Harrington (Stranger Things)

Day 11: Ornaments + Mike and Abby Schmidt (FNAF)

Day 12: Christmas day + Harvey (Stardew Valley)

[dubious-cats]

Hello there; this is now the new main blog for my former one, @dubiouscats, since Tumblr decided to log me off, and now I can’t get back into it no matter what I do, so I live here now.

As you can tell, I like to draw.

Pronouns: She/her

Female

Aroace

Stuff I like:

Murder Drones

AURORA (Singer)

The Amazing Digital Circus

Lackadaisy

Sky: Children of the Light

Internecion Cube

Cliffside

ENA

Hatsune Miku

Fundamental Paper Education

Hellaween

Warrior Cats

Wings of Fire

FNAF (Five Nights at Freddy's)

The Owl House

HTTYD (How to Train Your Dragon)

The Amazing World of Gumball

Kung Fu Panda

Ramshackle

Farfetched (or far-fetched, forgor how the word is)

(I keep getting Hollow Knight stuff on my page, and I have been interested in it.)

[I'm sure I'm missing a few stuff. I'll add on if I have forgotten something.]

[b1ttersuite]

✩ writing list !

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

fandoms/characters i want/will write for if requested !!! i’m new to writing on tumblr so i’m not sure how to start but lmk !!!?

you may request nsfw on any chars without sfw only! 

✩ adventure time

 ⋆✦ marshall lee

✩ call of duty

 ⋆✦ könig

 ⋆✦ simon “ghost” riley

✩ cry of fear

 ⋆✦ simon henriksson

✩ five nights at freddy’s

 ⋆✦ michael schmidt (movie)

 ⋆✦ sun/moon (sb)

 ⋆✦ gr freddy (sfw only)

 ⋆✦ william afton (movie+comics)

✩ the last of us

 ⋆✦ ellie

 ⋆✦ joel (sfw only.. sorry)

 ⋆✦ dina

 ⋆✦ abby

✩ randal’s friends/ranfren

 ⋆✦ randal von ivory

 ⋆✦ nyen

 ⋆✦ nyon

✩ scott pilgrim vs the world

 ⋆✦ scott pilgrim

 ⋆✦ wallace wells

 ⋆✦ todd ingram

 ⋆✦ ramona flowers

✩ stranger things

 ⋆✦ steve harrington

 ⋆✦ eddie munson

 ⋆✦ mike wheeler (sfw only)

 ⋆✦ johnathan byers

[strangererotica]

I love that we’re all here at the same time in history…hyper fixating on the same men…bonded by horniness and internet access…it’s a beautiful thing…

[julianna-aka-creep]

Hello there! Welcome to my blog!

I'm Julia! I'm 14 y/o and I'm pretty new to posting anything online so if there is something you think isn't alright then write about this to me, please and thank you. <333

My pronounce(?) is She/Her. I'm Bisexual. I live in Poland but I can also write in English, though there could be some mistakes here and there. ^^" I only draw traditionally so the photos of my drawings I'm going to post here can be not perfectly cut and/or not with the best lighting. But I'm going to try to do the best photos possible for yall!<3

Attention!!!

Some of my fanart's are, let me say, redrawed versions of art work from different digital artists, because that was my way of learning new things and I was trying to draw it traditionally. Every drawing that will be redrawed will have a credit to the original artist and if I wasn't able to find them, I'm going to write it isn't mine. I know, this can be called coping and it kind of is for some, but I would never in my life appropriate someone else's work as mine! There will be always credits, if I'm going to find it and if not, I'm going to write it isn't mine.

I'm in fandoms like:

♡The Walten Files

♡The Mandela Catalogue

♡Slashers

♡FNaF

♡Hetalia

♡2p Hetalia

♡Skullgirls

♡SCP Fundation

♡Regretevator

♡The Amazing Digital Circus

♡ENA

♡WarriorCats

♡Demon Slayer

♡Deltarune

♡Hazbin Hotel

♡Helluva Boss

♡The Mimic

♡Toilet bound Hanako-kun

and more, with my OC's!! :D

Oh and there is my Persona! ↓

(also some of my characters are really heavy inspired by some characters from fandoms I like because I was a kid with a WHOLE YEAR of artblock so I just was inspirated by many things and was creating things with just giving them some changes in apperance wich I'm really sorry for, but fortunately, I changed them a bit, of course I left something that was inspired, but above all I added quite a lot of things to them if it comes to the story, so I hope that when I later publish "these characters" you will hopefully like them anyway ^^ <333 )

[berylshores]

firmly GRASP IT !!!!!!!!!