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[jellycreamjammedart]

[murdrdocs]

INTERVIEW 014

with. mike schmidt

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

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mike schmidt has a thing for filming.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[boyyardee]

some mikey for the soul

[starboundpix]

day three ✧ beachcombing

inspired by the mermay prompt list @/muzzlemouths made!

"Come here," hisses the mer, midnight blue tail thrashing, tossing up a splash of seawater that never makes it anywhere close to you.

You don't spare Moon a glance, eyes focused on the sand and seaweed beneath your feet as you search for hidden treasures. "No, thank you, today is a stay dry day for me," you tell him, crouching down as something glints under the early morning sunlight. Lifting up a tangle of seaweed, you pick up a piece of light yellow sea glass, edges rounded out by the beating of waves and sand over time. As you hold it up to the light to admire how the sun makes it seem to glow from within, you say, "You don't have to stay and watch me, y'know? I'm just looking for pretty shells and glass. Besides, isn't it past your bedtime? Go to sleep, old man."

There's another splash, louder than the waves, and the accompanying snarled, "Brat," tugs your lips into a smile.

The next hour or so passes relatively peacefully as you continue across the beach, finding sea glass and intact shells, gently adding them to the growing collection forming in your bag. You can feel Moon's gaze on you all the while, red eyes squinting against the sun but still observing you from his location further in the ocean.

When the sun starts to get unbearably hot, you decide that you've done enough beachcombing for the day and move toward the end of the beach where the sand meets the rockier part of shore and the cliffs looming above provide some shade. You settle on the rocks, cooling your feet in the ocean, and pull out your water bottle.

As you drink, a splash of water signifies the emergence of Moon. He pulls himself out of the water enough for his upper body to rest on the rocks, propping his head up on his hands. He flicks his tail, sprinkling droplets of water onto your legs.

"Hey!" you protest, but there's no real heat in your voice.

Moon snickers and does it again. "Slowpoke."

Rolling your eyes, you start to dig through your bag to pull out the things you had collected from the beach in a mini show-and-tell that you always do, starting with the yellow sea glass you found first. "I like this one a lot," you tell Moon, placing it onto his palm, "because it glows when you put it up to the sun. It's also a very nice shade of yellow."

"Like Sunny," he says as he holds the sea glass up to the sky between two clawed fingers, squinting when it catches the light.

You squirm. "Well, yes, like Sun, I suppose." You hadn't thought about it when you first found the glass, but its particular shade matches that of a certain yellow mer's tail.

"Anyway," you say, quickly placing the next item—this one a small clamshell—onto Moon's hand. You explain what you like about it and why you decided to keep it, and he studies both you and the shell. He's a patient listener as you ramble about your findings for the day. By the time you reach the last item in your collection, his hands are full of your little shells and glass and pretty rocks. He cradles them carefully, the webbing between his fingers helping to make sure he does not drop a single one of your newfound treasures.

"This last one is another piece of sea glass, but look at how round it is!" You hold it up so Moon can see, rolling the near-perfect sphere between your fingers. "I don't think I've ever found such a nicely rounded one before. And look at its color, it's such a nice shade of blue. These dark blue ones aren't as common as the light blue ones."

Moon looks at the sea glass, takes in the deep blue color, and a wide grin stretches across his face. He tilts his head to the side, red eyes fixated on your face, and says, "You like dark blue, hm?" His tail lifts out of the water, sunlight showing the iridescent sheen on his scales, midnight blue fins flicking a bit more water on your lap before settling back into the ocean.

You stare. Your mouth opens, then shuts. Your face is hot, cheeks burning, but surely that is from the heat, surely.

It takes a few more seconds for your brain to properly function again and you pull your arm back toward yourself, stuffing the sea glass back into your bag. "I'll have you know that blue is my favorite color. I've always liked blue things and– don't let any of this get to your head!"

He laughs, a sound that warms you from the inside out. Moon carefully tilts his hands, spreading your trinkets onto the empty space beside you. "Stay," he demands, then pushes backward off the rocks in a beautiful arch and disappears into the ocean.

You're left speechless again, only able to stare at where the mer had just been.

Eventually, you start to pick up your little treasures and return them to your bag. Knowing that Moon probably would not tell you to stay if he would be gone for too long, you drink some more of your water and pull out a snack you had prepared for your beach activities today.

Soon enough, the blue mer reappears, pulling himself back onto the rocks with ease.

"Welcome back," you say. "Do you want to share why you disappeared after– after being so rude to me like this?"

Moon snickers. "Not rude. But I share this." He brings one of his hands up toward you, waiting for you to open your hand before he places whatever he was holding onto your palm. His claws scrape the slightest bit over your skin as he finally pulls back, sending a tingle up your arm.

Your eyes widen as you take in the shell that rests in your hand. “Moon, this is such a large shell!” It nearly covers your entire hand. The surface of it is rather rough, a mix of greys and browns with hints of green. Seven indents curve close to the outer edge of the shell.

You look up from the shell at the mer who gave it to you. “I’ve never seen something like this before! Thanks, Moon.”

The discontent on Moon’s face surprises you.

“No thanks, yet. Look at this.” He flips the shell over, so the curved inside is revealed to you.

“Oh,” you whisper. Although the inside of the shell is dark, deep blues shimmer under the light of the sun. Layers of lighter purples and silver thread through the ever changing blues. The colors are lovely and deep, reminding you of Moon himself. “It’s just like your tail. It’s gorgeous, I love these colors. Thank you for showing me this.” You look at the mer who has been intently studying your face the entire time. Stretching out your hand, you offer the shell back to him.

Moon shakes his head, an expression on his face that you can’t quite place, yet it makes you give him a sweet smile. His hand curls over your own, closing your fingers around the shell. “Keep. It’s yours.”

Your smile grows. “Really? Thank you, Moon! It’s my favorite shell now. I’ll take good care of it.”

“Good.”

A moment passes where his gaze holds your own.

Then a wave crashes into the rocks and water drenches your legs and shorts, startling you with the coldness of it.

You scramble to your feet, hand clenched around the gift from Moon. “I can’t believe it,” you whine, “Today was supposed to be a stay dry day.”

“Come swim,” Moon suggests, with a grin of sharp teeth.

Rolling your eyes, you pick up your bag, carefully adding your newest shell to your collection. “Nice try, Moon. I should head home to put this new beautiful shell I got on display. And you’re probably tired, old man.”

“Not old, brat!”

With a laugh, you hurry away from the edge of the rocks to avoid the incoming splash from Moon. “I’ll see you soon!” you shout, throwing a wave over your shoulder as you leave the mer.

Moon watches you go until you disappear, before diving under the waves. He can’t wait to see the look on Sun's face when he hears about you accepting Moon's shell.

note: the shell Moon gave Reader is actually a blackfoot paua shell! they are sooo gorgeous, i definitely recommend looking them up c:

mermay 2024 masterlist

[nemmet]

just realised that i haven’t posted my mike plush since i initially made him! i recently neatened him up a little, and want to show you some of his adventures!

[vampmusume]

the pseudosexual obsession between you and the guy who made you lose your job

[smittyw]

rough designs for more mermay 🤭 been itching to use them for finished pieces too, hopefully before the month is over

[protect-charlie]

Project Protect Charlotte Emily!

Hello! Admin here, my name is Reese! Welcome to my askblog! This pinned post will tell you everything you need to know about this comic! (...Hopefully)

~Basic Info~

My main blog is @hearts4ggy

Project Protect Charlie is a comic centered around the animatronics, specifically the toys, as they protect Charlie from being killed. (While also trying to find the culprit)

This is an askblog! However, it is also its own story and will follow a specific storyline, so I can't promise I'll get to every ask. (Asks that are not going to progress the story will be put in #Misc asks)

It also is specifically my interpretation of these animatronics, so I'll characterize them how I like! ^^

The story takes place before the bite because I believe Charlie died first! So all the Aftons are alive. Not that I have plans for them to be important but it sets up the timeline for you guys!

Puppet is called Marionette, or Mari for short! Her pronouns are She/He (as a nod to puppet being referred to w he/him pronouns)

Toy Bonnie is He/They

Toy Chica is She/They

Toy Freddy is He/him

Mangle is Any pronouns!

~Rules~

-I'm a minor, as are a few of the characters here. No weird shit or nsfw blogs pls!

-Proship, terfs, homophobes, racists DNI

-I don't mind what you ship! Shipping asks are okay as long as they are sfw! (Although I won't be putting any romance into the human characters simply because I dont feel like it)

-Be kind and patient! This is the first time in a while I'm doing something like this > <

Tags:

#Answered asks- Exactly what it sounds like <3

#Misc Asks- Interactions that are not canon/happening in the comic (For example, if you ask for a character's favorite food it might be answered by them, but that doesn't change where they are in the comic)

#Admin Stuff- Updates from yours truly! (Also #Admin asks for asks directed at me)

~Characters open for asks~

Marionette

Toy Chica

Toy Bonnie

Toy Freddy

Mangle

That's all I believe! Enjoy your time here!

Some Mari for your travels <3

[leporellian]

i wasn't feeling drawing them as people but i DID want to draw them as anthros...

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[bivampir]

ok tbh why is like. every other character in cbs ghosts paired up lmao it's like they couldn't come up w plot unrelated to romance. sad!

[jellycreamjammedart]

glam fronnie edit of this real whimsical cute candle-holder

[murdrdocs]

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

sooooo true

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

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

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

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

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

[deliveryclan]

THE MAN. THE MYTH. THE LEGEND.

I FOUND HIM.

[starboundpix]

Oh to ride a motorcycle with Eclipse…

If you were riding on your own, you think the wind would blow you clean off the motorcycle with how fast the two of you are going—certainly nowhere close to the speed limit. But Eclipse’s chest presses against your back, firm and unwavering, and his arms cage you in, one set reaching past you to grasp the handlebars, the other set wrapping around your waist.

Your own hands rest on top of his, fingers fiddling with crimson and navy blue ones. Playing with them is subconscious; you’re held captive by the sunset, shadows lengthening around you under the orange and yellow and soft pink sky.

“You doing alright?” Eclipse asks, loud enough for you to hear through the helmet he had slipped over your head before you started your trip.

Tilting your head back, you look up at him. “I’m doing great!”

He nods, pleased. You’re a vision in the golden sunlight—eyes shining through the raised visor, bits of hair fighting to be free of the helmet, lips upturned in a brilliant grin. He immediately captures the moment, saving the file in a folder dedicated to his favorite things, which lately has been filling up with files of you.

“And you?” you ask.

The question takes him by surprise even though it shouldn’t; you’re one of the few humans that has shown genuine interest in how he feels, which is part of why he had been enchanted by you so quickly.

Eclipse properly threads his fingers with yours, making you laugh as he pulls you tighter against him. “I’m perfect,” he replies, much to your delight.

The two of you continue on your journey with the setting sun illuminating the road ahead, darkening skies following from behind, and an early evening star peering down on a lone motorcycle carrying two passengers who fill the dusk air with warm affection and laughter.

[nemmet]

i made him spin