#mike afton fic

[ever-fics]

Part 2 and three are together ^^!

[north-noire]

perhaps catching up a bit wouldn't hurt?

[strawhbrrries]

Movement

pairing: mike schmidt x afab!reader

summary: a double date that leads to mike schmidt coming home with you in the name of "helping your friend" and he ends up fucking you.

warnings: unprotected sex, no foreplay, creampie??, female pronouns, slight degrading??, pet names, heavy cussing, mike being hashtag v hot, no established relationship, porn with no plot, not proofread

word count: 2.1k words

author’s note: listen to movement by hozier for the full experience!!! I know this fic wasn't voted to be the first mike one to be posted but I had to do it okay!!!! he's so hot n sexy in this and i need him badly...please enjoy! mwah!

Your eyes scanned the restaurant in front of your car, you were promised a very nice dinner with a very nice man and the place you ended up might as well have been a denny’s. Gia somehow managed to rope you into a double date and as the amazing friend you are, you obliged. Now, you wanted to take it back. If the guy you were set up with wasn’t just an absolute heartthrob you might consider strangling her in the bathroom.

“Gia, this better be the best damn food and the hottest men you have ever experienced or I’m never doing you another favor ever again.” You teased, getting out of your car as she walked up to it.

“I swear he said this place was nicer! Thank you so much babes, I owe you one!” She responded, slipping her arm inside of yours to walk inside. “Maybe the inside is really nice and it’s just a shady exterior.”

You’d never seen the man Gia was seeing tonight so when the two of you arrived at the table you weren’t sure which man was yours, but you knew which one you wanted. He looked gentle, shaggy hair untamed almost like he wasn’t prepared to go on a date tonight. 

“I suppose I’m your date.” He smiled softly, getting up to pull your chair out for you. “I’m MIke, you look uh, really beautiful tonight.”

After the introductions and small talk the two of you hit it off right away, it helped that Gia and her date were more interested in each other than remembering that the people they brought also existed.  The more you talked the more Mike came out of his shell, he wasn’t as shy as you first pegged him to be. Your heel was slowly caressing his calf, neither of you were quite sure when it had ended up there but he wasn’t complaining.

“A man in uniform is hot.” Your flirting was a little rusty, but it seemed to be working just fine for you.

“It’s just a security gig.” He shrugged it off, maintaining eye contact with you the whole time. 

You grabbed the straw of your drink, wrapped your tongue around it, and took a sip. Mike choked slightly but covered it up with a cough, adjusting his pants under the table at the same time. 

“She’s not going to go home with him unless I go home with you.” You whispered in his ear as you leaned over the table, tangling your fingers in his hair to trick Gia into thinking you were whispering something dirty. “I’d really like to go home with you.”

You could feel the heat creep up his neck, his face was flushed. His heart might as well be on the outside of his chest with the intensity that it was beating, it’d been a long time since he’d been on a date or even gotten laid but Abby was at home and that just wouldn’t work.

“Uhm, my sister’s at home, can we go to your place?” Mike’s saliva was thick and pooling in his mouth, it felt almost impossible to swallow. He had to be dreaming, this just didn’t make sense otherwise. He was just doing his friend a favor and now your breath was hot on his neck and his jeans were uncomfortably tight.

The second the two of you walked outside he got fidgety, like he was going to take off the second you let go of his hand. Frankly he was surprised you hadn’t let go of it the second you picked it up, he was dripping sweat from the moment he realized you were his date. He quickly made a mental note to send a letter to the company who made his preferred deodorant, the fact that he didn’t smell absolutely putrid spoke volumes on their product.

“So did you mean what you said inside? Because I’m perfectly okay with just going home.” 

“I meant it, don’t be so nervous.” You smiled back at him, handing him the keys to your car.

The tension was thick, his knuckles were white as he tried to keep his focus on the road ahead and making it back to your place safely and not the fingers drawing figures on his thigh as you spoke about something he couldn’t quite grasp. 

Your place wasn’t too far from the restaurant that Gia’s date had picked, that Mike was thankful for. The longer he had to endure the torture that was your fingers on this thighs, the less his ability to be a gentleman and control himself existed. If it was up to him, he’d probably just pulled over and fucked you in the backseat of your own car but it wasn’t. He was a gentleman, he’d just met you all of a few hours ago, he knew better.

“This is the place.” You smiled softly as he pulled into your driveway.

“It’s nice.” He stated, handing your car keys back to you and taking your hand. “Suits you.”

Mike’s eyes wandered the walls, taking in every aspect of you, as you led him through the house. It didn’t take him long to notice that you lived alone, another thing he was now thankful for. His fingers trailed the zipper of your dress as he stood behind you in your bedroom, his other hand rubbing your arm and leaving goosebumps in its wake. 

“Are you going to take it off?” Your voice was shaky and quiet, for the first time tonight you were nervous. 

“And you thought I was the eager one.” He chuckled, tugging your hair back softly to give him just enough access to your face to make eye contact with you. “Do you get off on bringing strangers to your home and having them fuck you?”

A soft whimper escaped your lips, blessing the ears of the man behind you who responded with a groan. His lips made contact with your neck, biting and sucking at any of the skin he had access to. The hand that was holding your hair back made itself busy drawing the zipper of your dress further and further down until it couldn’t go any further, you shivered as the cold air hit your back. 

Mike detached himself from your neck and took a step back, briefly admiring how disheveled you looked despite still being fully dressed, he made a quick motion for you to turn around and you obliged almost immediately. If you got his dick any harder it might’ve fallen off before he ever got the chance to use it. 

He backed you into the bed, laying you down and sliding your dress off and into a pile on the floor. Another deep groan was emitted into the air as he took in the sight in front of him, you hadn’t worn a bra and the underwear you’d chosen left nothing to the imagination. Mike immediately started thanking whatever god was above for you and the experience he was about to have. 

Your heart was pounding out of your chest. Truthfully, you hadn’t planned on sleeping with anyone tonight but then you saw him and your entire plan was flipped upside down. You lied about your friend not going home with her date if you didn’t leave with him, you didn’t want him to think you were desperate but he knew now. The second he touched the zipper of your dress, anything left of your facade was gone. You needed him.

“If you weren’t so fucking wet I would’ve thought you were only doing me a favor.” He spoke nonchalantly, rubbing his finger over your folds through your underwear. “ Or maybe you’re just a whore? Huh?”

“For you.” You choked out, words getting caught in your throat over his words. 

At the beginning of the night you would’ve placed money on the fact that he wasn’t capable of things like this, it was like another side of him had come out during the drive to your house. You weren’t complaining, his words were getting to you in a way you’d never experienced. 

“Yeah? For me? Mikey’s own personal whore.” He slipped your underwear to the side and slid his finger through your folds, collecting your juices and bringing them to his mouth. “You’re as sweet as you look, need a honey jar full of you.”

You cried out at him softly, trying to use anything you had to stop his teasing. He was winding you up but edging you right before you could pop, he could’ve said anything and you would’ve agreed just to get him to fuck you. Being this desperate for a man you hardly knew was an exhilarating experience. 

“Please, I need you.” You whined, grabbing at his shirt in a desperate plea. “Please.”

“Good job using your words, pretty girl.” Mike praised, hooking his fingers in the waistband of your underwear and pulling them down, throwing them in the same pile as your dress.

His clothes soon joined yours on the floor, a small pout emerging when you realized you wouldn’t be able to suck him off, his eyes catching yours as he climbed up your body. He kissed his way up, biting occasionally. Fingers tracing your skin just as you had done to him earlier in the night, lighting a fire on your skin as they went. It was like his body was made to fit yours, like your souls had searched for each other through every lifetime and yet this was the first time they had met.

His lips finally met yours for the first time, teeth nipping at your bottom lip as he pulled away to breathily whisper something in your ear. You shook your head in agreement at whatever he said, as long as he kept touching you like that and making noises in your ear you’d agree to anything he said to you. 

Shaking your head yes was the best decision you’d made so far, you felt two fingers slip inside of you. Thrusting for a few moments before they were replaced by the tip of his cock, slowly pushing in as his mouth found one of your nipples. The gentle man you had once perceived had been replaced by a god who was hung like a horse, splitting you in half with the cock fit for a god.

“Fuck.” Mike moaned, tipping his head back when he bottomed out, taking your legs and placing them on his shoulders. “So good, pretty girl.”

Anything you had planned on responding with quickly dissipated the second he pulled out and thrusted back in, a low groan coming out insead. His fingers were digging into your thighs as he held them up where he wanted them, all you could hope for was the imprints bruising as a reminder that this actually happened. What hair that wasn’t sticking to his skin from the sweat covering it was dangling backwards freely, all his focus was on not cumming too soon and if he continued to look at you he definitely would.

Your eyes had glossed over a long time ago, tears streaming down the sides as a byproduct of the blissful state his cock had put you in, fingers gripping desperately at the sheets and your tits bouncing with each thrust. He was once again praying to every god that he would get to do this another time, then he could sear the image of you under him into his mind.

“Mike, Mikey I need..” You whined, the knot in your stomach twisting and turning, threatening to spill before you could even finish a coherent thought.

“C’mon pretty girl, you can do it, let it go.” He praised you, bringing his thumb down to your clit and drawing figure eights in time with his thrusts to help your orgasm spill over.

His words were the final piece in the puzzle, your orgasm hitting you soon after he spoke. Legs shaking, mind blowing, tears, and silent moans was all your body could do at the supernova your orgasm had proved to be. You’d never cum this hard before but if every orgasm after didn’t measure up, he had ruined you. 

“You did so good.” Was all you heard as you came down from your high, Mike’s hands soothed down your hair as he whispered into your ear. 

His thrusts continued at the same pace for only a few seconds before his hips stuttered and he painted your insides white. 

“I guess tonight wasn’t a total waste.” You joked quietly, turning to the side to smile at him as he laid down next to you. 

“We need to do this more often.”

[haddonfieldwhore]

promise me? - mike schmidt

mike schmidt x gn!reader

warnings: a bit of angst but i think that’s it. i don’t know fnaf lore super well so if anything is inaccurate i apologize!! i’m trying my best

word count: 750

you arrived home from work around 8pm, a little later than usual due to heavy traffic on one of the main roads. quietly dropping your keys on the table just inside the door, you turned the lock to your small apartment. it wasn’t the greatest neighborhood, but it was all you could afford, and it had everything you needed. lately, your boyfriend mike had been staying with you, and he had gotten a night job as a security guard at a kids pizza place, which meant he was asleep right now as you crept through the apartment, the cold floorboards creaking under your weight as you walked down the hallway towards the bedroom.

mikes new job had him working 12-6am, less than ideal hours to say the least, but a job was a job, and it seemed pretty easy from what he had told you; all he had to do was watch the security cameras. it would only be his third night on the job today, but you could tell the change in sleep schedule was hard on mike. placing your bag on the floor softly, and your eyes landed on mikes sleeping form, the blankets tangled around his legs as he snored softly. you smiled, and lifted his arm carefully to crawl into bed next to him. his arms encircled you automatically, and he sighed contently as you snuggled into his chest, feeling the warmth radiating off of his body.

“hey,” he grumbled softly, his voice deep with sleep. “what time is it?”

“hey,” you smiled, even though his eyes remained closed. “it’s just after eight, you still have time to sleep.” he hummed happily in response, pulling you closer to him and kissing the top of your head as he drifted off to sleep again, and you quickly followed.

•

the sound of mikes alarm woke you up, and you tried to hide your head under the covers to block out the sound, as mike reached for his phone to turn it off.

“don’t go,” you mumbled, reaching for him to attempt to pull him back into your arms. he laughed at you and sighed, rubbing his hands over his face.

“i would rather stay here, trust me.”

“is it really that bad?” you asked, sitting up as he got out of bed and began to get dressed, sliding on a pair of dark jeans and a grey hoodie. he did up the buckle of his belt as he stepped into his work boots, and he looked up at you, his tired eyes meeting yours.

“no, it’s…. it’s just - we’ll you know how they have those animatronic characters?”

“yeah,” you nodded, remembering them from when you were younger.

“they get left in this… free roaming mode at night. i don’t know it’s really weird.”

“isn’t that a little dangerous?” you asked, a worried look spreading across your face. mike seemed to think for a moment, and then sort of shook his head.

“no, i mean- they’re just robots for kids. it’s just a little creepy,” he replied, and you weren’t sure he was being 100% truthful.

“mike, if you were in danger you would tell me right?”

“of course. i didn’t mean to scare you. i think my imagination gets the better of me sometimes,” he walked over to give you a soft kiss on the lips.

“promise me if anything else weird happens you’ll quit, okay?” you pleaded. as much as you both needed the money, that wouldn’t matter if something bad happened to mike.

“i promise,” he agreed. “i gotta go. i love you.”

“i love you too.”

mike grabbed his wallet off the dresser and opened the bedroom door before turning back towards you.

“i’ll see you in a few hours. get some sleep okay?”

you nodded as you laid back down and pulled the blankets over yourself, trying to mimic the feeling of his body heat next to you. you listened to his footsteps as he walked down the hall and out the door, followed by the familiar click of it locking behind him. you sighed, closing your eyes as you tried not to worry about what he had said. you trusted him; if there was really something wrong, he would tell you.

besides, how dangerous could a children’s restaurant be, right?

[driftingvoid-155]

Crack au where Mike and Jeremy met online bc they both are the only immortal and the restless fanfic writers. Jeremy goes on hiatus and Mike gets a little concerned but he’s just ‘hope that other fic writer’s doing okay. Oh my dad’s restaurant is getting sued. Anyways, here’s the next chapter’ and then cut to like a month later Jeremy being back and ‘sorry for the delay. I got bit by an animatronic at this shitty children’s restaurant. Anyways heres the next chapter!’ Cue Michael’s ‘that was you?!!!’ leading to a back and forth in the comments of them realizing who the other is and least to say all their readers are now hooked on this new drama

[the-autistic-spider]

fnaf x young justice/dc fic idea

so Michael has finished the events of sister location

he should of died he knew this but...

the monster that tore him apart and removed his organs.. kept him alive by staying inside his body....

basically ennard is animatronic and is still inside mike

my hope for a fic (i cant write) would be like the fic remanent but mikes powers are more just working with ennard

like metal tendrils and such also suppression collars could just shut ennard down or act like a controlled shock

also mike has no lips so has trouble speaking (because of scooper)

[roguesscribbles]

The remote died in the middle of the night and they didn't know how to fix it

[leo-actually-draws-things]

If GlamMike got his hands on an Illusion Disc

For Context a little more on the settings of it, and why it varies under the cut (and a bonus)

Bonus from a seperate au called the Extended College AU, it was originally for OCs in a DnD campaign I'm running that got their own au, and then to make the town more full a bunch of fandoms were added

Technically in the EC AU Michael is 15, in the modern era (a freshman/first year in high school) but I wanted to draw the Michael from that Au and how he would've mellowed out by the time he himself is in college (honestly the reason I made these in the first place was EC!Michael)

So yeah EC Michael (future version being 21, with his boyfriend about to be fiancé, and a less than a year old son)

[thisisnotkitty]

Ness tending to Mike's injuries 😭

me when i steal the scene from the movie and make it securitywaiter

-so yknow when mike is like “yeah ill trade in abby for garrett (which like why did he do that lmao) and gets just like mauled by the animatronics

-anyways instead of vanessa finding him ness had actually gone in to snoop around freddy’s bc thats what he does as a conspriacy theorist

-he gets there just in time to save mike but mike’s like,, OUT so he takes him back to his apartment to fix him up

-while mike takes a while to wake up ness begins cleaning his wounds and stitching him up and there’s a brief moment when mike is nearly all cleaned up that he looks kinda peaceful(?) lying on ness’s couch and ness is like “huh” but he doesn’t quite get why his heart speeds up a bit

-as ness finishes cleaning him up he starts humming and singing gently and it kinda wakes mike up but he’s still a little out of it and can’t quite open his eyes fully so he’s just like “are you an angel?” bc he fully thought he died back there lmao

-and ness just laughs and goes “i’m fully human as far as i know. the name’s ness and i found you at freddy’s which is lucky for you bc it looked like you were in a bit of trouble there” bc he’s cheeky like that

-and mikes still a little dazed and confused from the blood loss but still he’s like “wait a minute… narrows eyes why were You at freddy’s”

-ness is just like “well you see it’s a long story” and mike just looks down at this injuries with a look that says well i’m clearly not going anywhere soon so i’ve got time

-ness starts explaining the fnaf lore while bandaging up mike and mike is trying to pay attnetion bc this is kinda imp but he can’t help but get distracted with how gentle ness is handling his arm and maybe he’s still a bit dazed but he swears this guy’s voice is a bit melodic and oh. oh.

-mike hasn’t really been in the dating scene much bc of abby so when he realizes that he might be developing a crush on this guy he’s known for a grand total of 30 minutes (and he was only awake for 10 of those) he begins to panic a bit

-uhhhh yeah. they go back to freddys and vanessa’s there and they save abby and it’s pretty much the last bit of the movie but w ness there now! (i couldn’t figure out how to end this im so sorry)

prompts, hcs, whatever random thoughts you guys have on these silly little fellas pls be sure to send them my way bc im going a Bit insane

[lady-murderess]

I probably didn't choose the right time to post this out on AO3 last night, but my little schmelly one shot is finally finished and finally out there.

I haven't written anything in so long, so it feels weird to actually just show the world what I've been slowly working on.

Anyway, hope you enjoy it :)

[theaawalker]

HEARTCRUSHER! [Mike Schmidt x fem!reader]

Pairing: Mike Schmidt x fem!reader Song Inspo: Washing Machine Heart by Mitski Word Count: 1,053 Summary: You have a terrible secret by which you confide in Chica. What happens when that secrets is revealed? Will the man of your dreams let you down gently or crush your heart? Warnings: slight slowburn Masterlist: see fandoms (pc-friendly)

I sighed unhappily as I sat on the edge of the show stage, swinging my legs as I pondered my thoughts. I was so lost in my mind that I didn’t notice the blonde girl approaching me until she was right in front of me.

“Hey Y/N!” I jumped at her voice and she giggled, giving me a hug.

“H-Hey Chica! Sorry for zoning out there, but I wasn’t expecting company. I thought you’d be making pizzas again.” The girl giggled and jumped up beside me, excitedly gripping onto my arm.

“Well, Mike was getting worried- he has been in the office playing card games with Foxy, Bonnie and Freddy, and every time he looked up you were just sitting here staring off into space. He wondered if it was girlie issues and asked me to come and see if you were alright.” Chica explained, wrapping an arm around me.

“W-Well, there is something wrong… I-I like someone-“ Chica squealed in delight “-But I don’t know whether they like me back.”

“Who is it?” Chica whispered, eyes wide as she gripped my hand in excitement.

“M-Mike…” I whispered, scared he’d hear me on the cameras. Chica shrieked and began jumping up and down, clapping her hands.

“OMG! OMG! OMG! THIS IS AMAZING! YOU HAVE TO ASK HIM! IF YOU TWO GET TOGETHER NOW I WILL EXPLODE! NOTHING EVER HAPPENS HERE AND NOW SOMETHING MIGHT AND OMG YOU HAVE TO ASK TO ASK HIM, I CAN’T!” She collapsed into a squealing mess on the floor, and I looked at my watch, moaning when I realized it was only three am and I’d already broken Chica.

“Chica, keep your voice down, he might hear!” I hissed, and the blonde looked up at me, eyes shining and a big smile covering her face.

“Come, you can ask him now!”

“No! I mean, what if he doesn’t like me back? Things would get really awkward around here.”

“Well, I think he does love you back. Whenever you aren’t here, he talks about you constantly. For example, you know at Christmas when you were ill? He was worried sick about you; kept pacing around and whispering about how he should be with you and helping you, not in a rotting pizzeria. So go and tell him your feelings- I’ll come with you for moral support.” I smiled weakly at my best friend and linked arms with her, walking up to the office, my nerves building with every step.

“Heya, boys!” Chica called, giving the group of males a slight wave.

“Hello, Chica! What can we do for you ladies?” Freddy greeted, standing and giving us both a kiss on our hands.

“I have something to tell Mike…” I murmured quietly, and Freddy raised his eyebrow before signaling to Foxy and Bonnie to leave. “We will leave you in peace- you seem very nervous, so it is probably a private matter.”

“Thank you, Freddy.” The bear smiled and walked out, Chica winking at me and following him out. Mike gave me a small smile as I sat down opposite him, nervously fiddling with my hands.

“What did you need to ask me?” He asked, gathering up all the cards and tidying them away.

“W-Well… C-Can I just say that I appreciate your concern, and that you’re one of the best friends I’ve ever had.” Mike ducked his head and I saw a blush on his face; I knew he hardly ever expressed his feelings, but decided to carry on anyway. “But, I just… I don’t want to be your friend anymore.” At this sentence, Mike looked up, panic in his blue eyes.

“What?”

“I don’t want to be your friend anymore. If it’s alright with you, I was wondering if you wanted to be my boyfriend…” My voice grew quieter towards the end, but I knew Mike had heard me just fine as his eyes had widened and his mouth was hanging open.

“I… I-I…”

“You know what, forget I asked.” I muttered, standing up and moving to rush out of the office. A hand grabbed my wrist and stopped me, and I was flung back, falling into Mike’s body. I was then spun around so I was facing him and before I had chance to from a coherent thought a pair of lips were on mine, a hand on the back of my head stopping me from pulling away. When I got over the shock I realized that Mike was kissing me, and I slowly closed my eyes, placing my hands on his chest and kissing back, feeling a warmth spread though my entire body. I felt Mike relax and the hand that wasn’t tangled in my hair wrapped around my waist, so that our bodies were touching in every way possible. We fell into an easy rhythm and I melted against him, all sense of thought leaving my brain. When we pulled away we were both out of breath and both blushing hard.

“I love you Y/N... I have for a while, but as you know I’m not good at expressing my emotions, so I never thought I would tell you, but I do. I love you.” I smiled at his words and wrapped my arms around his neck, burying my face in his neck.

“I love you to, Mike. And I don’t care if you don’t show your love much, because that’s what makes you, well, you, and I wouldn’t change that for the world.” He gave me a shy smile and kissed my forehead, both of us still intertwined in the other’s arms.

“OMG I KNEW IT! BONNIE YOU OWE ME YOUR GUITAR!”

“… God damnit Chica…” Bonnie muttered from the other door, both Mike and I jumping away from each other and seeing the other animatronics surrounding the doors.

“WE’VE BEEN SPOTTED! ABORT MISSION!” Chica shrieked, both her and Bonnie running away.

“I’m so sorry about those two… But congratulations you to! It’s about time something happened around here.” Freddy stated before walking off, leaving Mike and I embarrassed and confused.

“So… what now?” Mike asked, and I smirked.

“In the morning, you are taking me out for breakfast and we can have our first date.” I stated and Mike chuckled, pulling me in for another kiss.

“Whatever you say Doll, whatever you say.”

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[north-noire]

Henry spends some time with both Elizabeth and Michael, but he soon realizes they're both struggling to deal with what has happened to them. He also soon finds out that the Marionette is still at Fredbear's.

Hidden Hands Chapter 4 is out!

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Hey, I would appreciate it if you reblog this post! I try my hardest for this AU fic, so reblogging it and being able to share it goes a long way!

[strawhbrrries]

mike schmidt + cumming in his pants

The denim of his jeans and the added friction of his zipper had you grinding down faster, head thrown backwards in pleasure. Mike’s hand gripped the back of your neck, hips thrusting upwards to meet yours. His backseat barely allowed for the two of you to sit back there, even less room when his legs were spread and you were straddling them.

“Quit, slow down, I’m gonna cum..” Mike breathed against your lips, using his free hand to try and still your hips.

“Mikey I can’t..” You cried, prying his hand off your hip and grinding down against him harder.

The windows had fogged over, all but a handprint from you stabilizing yourself was gone. Sweaty hair sticking to your forehead and neck, his curls plastered flat against his forehead. Your shirt was the only piece of clothing missing between the two of you, long forgotten in the front seat as the two of you dry humped each other like mormon teenagers who just figured out what it was.

Your orgasm twisted and turned, bubbling quickly with the delicious threat of spilling over. Mike was struggling to hold his in, doing everything in his power to get you to stop and let him take a moment. He was slowly losing the grasp he had on it every time your hips came down against his. 

“Baby, please…” He begged, he let go of the grasp he had on your neck to give himself the upper hand by using both his hands to slow you.

“Mikey, I’m so close..” You cried, grasping at his shirt and continuing to roll your hips the best you could.

The tears streaming from your eyes were enough for him to let go of your hips, losing the eternal battle he had against cumming in his pants. But, by god, he’d do anything for you even if it meant his own torment. Your pleasure was his, pants could be washed.

“Oh my god, Mikey.” You collapsed against his chest as your orgasm rocked through you, sobbing into his shirt at the intensity.

“Oh fuuck.” Mike groaned, head thrown back against the headrest as his orgasm ripped through him.

You slumped against him, trying to gather your bearings, fists still clenched around his shirt. His breathing was shallow, chest rising rapidly as he tried to catch his breath. The denim of his jeans became sticky and uncomfortable as the semen seeped its way through the fabrics. Upon this realization he left out a huff of frustration and placed a kiss on your forehead, your pleasure was his.

[haddonfieldwhore]

sweet dreams - mike schmidt

mike schmidt x gn!reader

pt.1 here

warnings: a bit more angst, nightmares, brief mention of blood, i don’t know fnaf lore super well so if anything is inaccurate i apologize!! i’m trying my best

word count: 965

groaning as the alarm on your phone blared for the second time, you rubbed your eyes as you sat up in bed. reaching for the screaming device, you shut off the ringer and looked at the time - 5:45. shit, you thought, jumping up out of bed, nearly slipping as the covers tangled around your feet. mikes car was in the shop for a flat tire and you were going to be late to pick him up from work. sliding on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, you threw one of mikes hoodies over your torso and sorted out your hair quickly before grabbing you phone and bag and running out the door. the cold weather prickled at your skin and you pulled the sweater tighter around yourself, the faintest scent of mikes cologne wafting into your nose. it was only about a 10 minute drive to the pizzeria, but still you were cutting it close and didn’t want to leave your boyfriend standing outside. starting your car, you turned the heat up to keep the cold morning air off of your tired body.

as you pulled into the parking lot, you noticed mike already sitting against the building, and you checked the time - 6:01. you were relieved that you hadn’t kept him waiting outside, and pulled up next to him. he jumped slightly as the car stopped in front of him, as if he hadn’t been paying attention or had been too zoned out to see you pull up to the building. standing up and dusting off the seat of his pants, he opened the passenger door and got in.

“hey,” he sighed, giving you a small smile.

“hey mike,” you smiled warmly back, leaning over to kiss his cheek gently, the shirt stubble there tickling your face. “i mean this as someone who loves you, but you look terrible.” he laughed under his breath.

“just tired,” he brushed it off, but you took a closer look at his face. there were dark circles under his eyes, and you noticed a cut above his eyebrow that was still bleeding a little. you grabbed a tissue and gently dabbed at his temple. “what are you- ah,” he hissed and you muttered an apology.

“baby, you’re bleeding. what happened?” mike touched his fingertips lightly to the injury, inspecting the crimson stain left on his hand.

“i must’ve hit my head on something… i’m okay.” he gently held your wrist as you tried to wipe at the blood again. how could he tell you the truth; that an animatronic animal had clawed him while trying to get into his office to stuff him into a costume? “really, i’m fine. you worry too much.” you sighed, not satisfied with his answer, but nevertheless put the car back in drive and finally pulled away from the building. out of the corner of your eye you noticed your boyfriends shoulders relax slightly as you left the parking lot.

“mike you promised me if anything weird happened-“ you pleaded.

“i know i know baby. but it’s only been like 4 days since i started. i’m just … getting used to the sleep schedule still. that’s all,” he assured you, but the uncertainty in his voice wasn’t very convincing.

“you mean the not sleeping schedule? mikey you haven’t slept more than 2 hours without waking up in days.” mike shuddered, trying to cover it up with a cough, but he wasn’t fooling anyone.

“y…you’ve noticed?” he mumbled.

“of course i’ve noticed.” you sighed. “it’s hard not to when you sleep next to me.” you laughed softly.

“i’m sorry-“ he began to apologize but stopped when you gave him a sympathetic look.

“you don’t have to apologize for having nightmares.” he nodded slightly in response, before looking out the window at the passing surroundings. he leaned his head back against the headrest and closed his eyes. you focused your attention back on the road for a second before out of your peripheral vision you noticed mike drift off to sleep, his head falling over towards your side of the car before you caught him with your hand. the gentle impact shook him awake, and he looked around to figure out where he was, a scared look on his face.

“what-“

“mike you’re still in the car with me. we’re almost home,” you gently stroked his hair as he leaned into your touch again.

“sor-“ he began to apologize again. “right.”

arriving at the apartment, you parked the car and got out, walking arm in arm with mike into your flat, sliding your shoes off and dropping your bag on the floor. you locked the door behind you as mike, too tired to walk to the bedroom, flopped onto work out couch in the small living room. you checked the time on your phone - still having a few hours before you had to leave for work. you set an alarm on your phone before walking over to the couch and cuddling up next to mike, who’s arms wrapped around you tightly so you wouldn’t fall.

“don’t you have to go to work?” he mumbled in your ear, his face buried in the crook of your neck.

“hmm not for a while. and i think i might take a personal day anyway,” you sighed, nuzzling closer to him and you felt yourself drifting off to sleep. “if you have any nightmares just wake me up okay? anything that’s trying to get you has to go through me first,” you promised, and mike chuckle slightly, sending a vibration through his chest.

“okay, i will,” he mumbled, nearly asleep already as he kissed your neck innocently, although he felt a pang in his heart as he thought to himself

you have no idea what you’re signing up for

[felix-fathoms]

anyone know of any good fnaf fics? ones that just illustrate the story nicely, and preferably ones with a very heavy afton family focus. good lore and worldbuilding n etc. not interested in shipping, but if its a good fic that just so happens to have some in the bg, i dont mind.

no sexual nsfw and if possible one that doesnt explicitly describe gore