#shmidt

[mindie-arts]

𝙴𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜~🎩

[jaidens]

my loser boyfriend

[fnafluffy]

who even are you anymore?

[i-give-u--art]

Hur hur hur hur hur hur hur hur

[dahlia3tears]

[daydream-believin]

uh oh im gonna commit a cardinal sin real quick and repost art when i have no clue who drew it. look you just need to see it okay i’ve been thinking about it with sad wet eyes all month and it’s one of the top inspirations for. all this. geez…

anyway @spirit-of-the-hollow *ding ding ding ding* congrats you’ve just done today’s Secret Slime Action [Figure It Out, 1997]

man i didnt even send any of this to my beta-reader. if you see this im sorry 😅 proceed with caution and if you don’t like it meet me in the back of the 7/11 to fight (you know, discord lmao)

warnings: suggestive like a couple times. that 18+ ain’t indicative of any smut sorry

SO!

Touch-starved Headcanons for One Michael Afton (18+MDNI)

* oh 100% you know his ass is touched-starved af

* okay i know i only mentioned this on ao3 but LMAO same. but as i’ve said in fic before, it makes your brain a little stupid

* but the thing about mikey is he so deeply believes he doesn’t deserve it. or at least, that he’s not a person that physical affection should be given to

* so when you start showering him in love it’s a bit confusing to him at first

* at first it’s just all the gentle subtle little touches. he’s half convinced it’s all in his head and you’re just like that with everyone. but wait, no you’re not. he watches you (perhaps a little more than he should. babygirl get off those security cameras) and no one else gets the treatment he does

* a comforting back touch here, a purposeful brush of hands there. driving him up the wall.

* no one else is getting their hair combed through with your fingers and their tie straightened. no one else has your arm casually draped over their shoulder when you stand/sit beside them.

* what does it mean? WHAT DOES IT MEAN

* it means you love him, dumbass

* and once mike realizes that he just gets so flustered

* you grabbing his hand to press a quick peck to the top of his knuckles? face on fire. you know, if he had blood to warm him

* you like him? youre flirting with him??

* hold his hand and do the thumb strokey thing. it turns his brain off.

* if you see michael hanging around, come up behind him and tap his shoulder to get his attention. he startles a bit (its cute) but once he realizes its just you and not a blood-thirsty animatronic he’s always so happy to see you. you don’t have to say anything, just tap the mask he’s wearing and he’ll move it to let you give him a little kiss. or two. or three. with the mask held up to hide the two of you of course. just like the movies. and there’s no need for the kids to see you snogging (eww, yucky!)

* and when you stop holding his hand, when you stop kissing him, it feels like you just branded him. the phantom feeling of your touch lingers. he’ll still be thinking about it long after you’ve left the room.

* a real turning point, a hallmark in your relationship, when you hugged him one night, and pressed your entire body into his, and he practically melted into you in turn. and then he didn’t want to let go, so he didn’t. but then you didn’t either. so you two just stayed there, embracing so close your shadow looked like only one person. he could feel your heartbeat against his empty chest and that’s when he really cemented it into his brain that he may have some bigger feelings than he wanted to, like he loves you loves you.. oh no… (i’d go on.. but spoilers lol)

* still, he just can’t believe it’s him. smelly rotting accidentally-fratricidal zombies shouldn’t have people who love them like that and definitely shouldn’t have people willing to touch them. you’re a loony bird, that’s what.

* but once he’s accepted that you’re actually into him and he gets nice and comfy in the relationship? hooo boy

* more like hoe boy— *sound of me getting shot and falling off stage*

* you’ve replaced half his thoughts. instead of reliving his most horrible memories 24/7, now he takes ample breaks to relive moments where your hungry hands were getting their fill. and your sweet face and voice amd personality too of course. but damn, touch him and all he wants is more.

* hands on you always. whether he does it absent-mindedly just so he can reassure himself you’re there, or whether he does it very much on purpose? he’s just a very touchy-touchy man for no goddamn reason (my mans can’t even get it up.. yet. everbody say thank you remnant healing 0////0)

* not like you don’t love every second of it though. “oh no my boyfriend won’t stop giving me affection” literally the most non-problem ever. like get out of here

* ever at the counter? making food at home or standing around the prize booth at the pizzeria? doesn’t matter where, there is a 90% chance you will wind up wrapped in his arms. michael adores holding you, nuzzling his face in your neck, right on those sensitive arteries. it’s pretty distracting, ngl

* and you know what? you get it. seeing michael just standing there, perfect prey for a ‘surprise’ hug from behind? you can’t resist the instinct either. it’s a ton of fun to hang on him and make him lose focus on whatever he’s doing. two can play at that game. and he loves it when you hold him, he absolutely lives for it. it makes him feel safe for once in this miserable horror game y’all call a life

* if y’all are at home? he lets you nose nuzzle him. even if he’s only got like less than half a nose at this point, still lets you rub your snoot all up in his. he’ll even initiate every now and then. it’s especially adorable

* sometimes you just lie on your back in bed or on the couch for some rest, and michael nestles himself on top of you, resting his head on your chest to hear your heartbeat. he loves your heartbeat. and sometimes you’ll hold his face in your hands, letting your thumbs trail over his cheekbones as he gazes up at you softly. and sometimes… uh.. well look he is in between your legs here too so. don’t look at me.

* ah but speaking of cuddles. you are now a giant hot water bottle. every night he sleeps with as much of his body draped over you as he possibly can, doesnt matter what position you sleep in, mikey is a fucking koala and you are the last eucalyptus tree in queensland

* at least he’s pretty cool. like you might be a giant hot water bottle but he’s a cooling weighted blanket. that corpse chill is pretty great for beating the utah heat

* so yeah. in conclusion. like. give him just a little taste of that sweet physical touch love language and he’s gonna go bonkers. totally mental, as he might say.

[jealousjersey]

⊹₊｡ꕤ˚₊⊹”secret”⊹₊｡ꕤ˚₊⊹

summary // you house sit miles place while while he’s at work and abby is at school. you find yourself in his bed, overwhelmed by his lingering scent. caught up in the moment, you touch yourself using his t-shirt, only for Mike to return home early and catch you in the act.

tags // reader getting caught masturbating, mike schmidt x perv!reader, p in v sex, penetration, yearning, intimacy, sexual tension, smut and fluff, friends to lovers, soft dom mike, mild humiliation

mentions // @stop-talking @janitorhutcherson @lile6969 @whimperly @joshfutturman

authors note // we’re so back guys writers drought it out

you get back from taking abby to school, mikes at work and you have the house to yourself…you think.

you lay down in mikes bed which is normal for you. when he gets home he usually wakes you up softly or carries you to the couch. he’ll never admit it but he loves it.

as soon as you get ready for bed you feel a familiar sensation in your lower stomach. you notice that the room is full of his scent and it makes you loose it, grabbing a tshirt from his pile of unfolded clean clothes and innocently laying down with it.

before you know it you’re touching yourself with his tshirt in between your legs, got the smell of him has your eyes rolling back in your head as you touch your pretty cunt and think of him.

The scent of Mike’s t-shirt, a heady mix of his cologne and something distinctly *him*, clings to your senses, driving you deeper into the haze of your own desire. Your fingers move faster, the soft cotton of his shirt pressed between your thighs, muffling the quiet gasps that escape your lips. The room feels smaller, the air heavier, as you lose yourself in the fantasy of him—his calloused hands, his low voice, the way his eyes linger on you when he thinks you’re not looking.

You’re so caught up in the moment, eyes squeezed shut, that you don’t hear the faint creak of the front door or the soft tread of shoes against the hardwood. Mike’s home early. The pizzaria let him off sooner than expected, and he’s already through the living room, his mind on you, on the quiet comfort of finding you in his space.

But as he steps into the hallway, he freezes. The door to his bedroom is slightly open, and there’s a sound—soft, breathy, hot. His heart stutters, a mix of confusion and something hotter, more primal, curling in his chest. He should turn away, give you privacy, but his feet don’t move. Instead, he nudges the door open just enough to see you.

You’re sprawled across his bed, his t-shirt clutched tightly against you, your head tilted back, lips parted. The sight hits him like a punch, stealing the air from his lungs. He’s never seen you like this, so unguarded, so raw. His mouth goes dry, and he grips the doorframe to steady himself, torn between stepping back and stepping closer.

Your eyes flutter open at the faint sound of his movement, and you freeze, heart lurching into your throat. There he is, standing in the doorway, his work jacket still on, eyes dark and unreadable. The t-shirt slips from your grasp as you scramble to sit up, cheeks burning with embarrassment. “Mike—I—I didn’t hear you come in,” you stammer, pulling the blanket over yourself like it could hide what just happened.

He doesn’t say anything at first, just stares, his jaw tight. You brace for him to turn away, to pretend this never happened, but instead, he steps inside, closing the door behind him with a soft click. The air shifts, charged with something electric. “You’re in my bed,” he says, voice low, rougher than usual. It’s not a question, but there’s a weight to it, like he’s trying to piece together what he just walked into.

“I… I was just…” You trail off, unable to find an excuse that doesn’t sound ridiculous. Your pulse races, humiliation warring with the lingering heat in your veins.

Mike takes another step closer, his gaze flicking to the t-shirt now tangled in the sheets. His lips twitch, not quite a smirk but close. “That’s mine,” he says, nodding toward it. There’s no judgment in his tone, only a quiet intensity that makes your stomach flip.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, barely audible, but he shakes his head, cutting you off.

“Don’t be.” He’s at the edge of the bed now, close enough that you can smell the faint trace of motor oil and sweat on him, grounding you back in the reality of his presence. His hand hovers near your knee, not quite touching, but the proximity alone sends a shiver through you. “You have no idea how long I’ve thought about this,” he admits, his voice barely above a murmur, like he’s confessing a secret he’s held too long.

Your breath catches, eyes widening. “huh… what?”

He chuckles, a soft, almost broken sound, and finally lets his hand rest on your knee, his thumb brushing lightly against the blanket. “You think I don’t notice you? The way you fit into my life, into *this*?” He gestures vaguely to the room, the house, the quiet routine you’ve both built. “I come home, see you in my bed, and it’s all I can do not to climb in with you.”

The confession hangs between you, raw and unguarded, and suddenly the embarrassment fades, replaced by a rush of boldness. You shift, letting the blanket fall slightly, revealing the curve of your thigh. His eyes follow the movement, darkening. “Then why don’t you?” you ask, voice trembling but steady enough to hold his gaze.

Mike exhales sharply, like the question physically pains him. For a moment, you think he might pull back, retreat into the safety of his usual restraint, but then he leans in, his hand sliding up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing your bottom lip. “Because once I start,” he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that sends heat pooling in your core, “I’m not sure I’ll stop.”

You don’t give him the chance to second-guess. You close the distance, pressing your lips to his, and it’s like a dam breaking. His kiss is hungry, desperate, all the pent up tension of months, spilling over. His hands find your waist, pulling you closer, and you climb into his lap, the t-shirt forgotten as you lose yourself in the reality of him, no longer just a fantasy.

Mike’s kiss deepens, a slow, searing thing that steals your breath and sets your skin alight. His hands, rough from years of manual labor, grip your waist with a tenderness that belies their strength, pulling you flush against him as you straddle his lap. The weight of his confession still lingers, raw and electric, and every touch feels like an extension of it, a promise, a release, a claiming. You thread your fingers through his hair, tugging lightly, and he groans into your mouth, the sound vibrating through you, igniting the heat coiled tight in your core.

“God, you have no idea,” he murmurs against your lips, his voice rough with want as he pulls back just enough to look at you. His eyes are dark, pupils blown wide, and the way he’s staring—like you’re the only thing in the world that matters—makes your heart stutter. His thumb traces the curve of your jaw, lingering as if he’s memorizing every detail. “How long I’ve wanted this. Wanted *you*.”

The words send a shiver down your spine, and you press yourself closer, feeling the hard planes of his body through his worn t-shirt, the warmth of him grounding you even as your head spins. “Then show me,” you whisper, bold despite the nervous flutter in your chest. You lean in, brushing your lips against the stubble along his jaw, and the low, rumbling sound he makes in his throat is enough to make your thighs clench.

Mike doesn’t need more encouragement. His hands slide under your shirt—*his* shirt, still tangled around you from earlier—his calloused palms skimming up your sides, leaving trails of heat in their wake. You lift your arms, letting him pull the fabric over your head, and the cool air of the room contrasts sharply with the fire building between you. His gaze rakes over you, reverent, hungry, and when his hands find your bare skin, it’s like he’s worshiping you, mapping every curve with deliberate care.

“You’re beautiful,” he breathes, almost to himself, and before you can respond, he’s kissing you again, deeper this time, like he’s pouring everything he’s held back into it. His lips trail down your neck, finding the sensitive spot just below your ear, and you gasp, arching into him. Your hands fumble with the hem of his shirt, desperate to feel more of him, and he chuckles softly, helping you tug it off. The sight of him—broad shoulders, the faint scars from years of hard work, the way his muscles shift under his skin—makes your mouth go dry.

You pull him closer, your lips crashing into his as you rock against him, the friction sending sparks through your body. He groans, hands gripping your hips to guide your movements, and the tension that’s been building for months, maybe longer, snaps like a taut wire. “Fuck,” he mutters, voice strained, and the raw need in it sends a fresh wave of heat through you.

He flips you gently onto your back, the mattress dipping under his weight as he hovers over you, one arm braced beside your head. His eyes search yours, checking for any hesitation, but all you can do is nod, reaching up to pull him down to you. “I want you,” you say, the words spilling out before you can overthink them, and it’s like a key turning in a lock.

Mike’s restraint crumbles. He kisses you like he’s starving, lips and tongue claiming yours as his hands explore, teasing and stoking the fire in your veins. When he finally presses himself against you, the slow, deliberate way he moves makes your eyes roll back, a soft moan escaping your lips. Every touch, every whispered word, is laced with the weight of everything unsaid—every late-night glance, every moment you’ve both pretended was just an arrangement.

The room fills with the sounds of your shared breaths, the creak of the bed, the quiet gasps and murmured praises. He moves inside you, for you, each thrust a blend of passion and urgency, like he’s trying to make up for all the time you’ve both wasted. Your nails dig into his back, urging him closer, and he obliges, his lips finding yours again as the world narrows to just the two of you, the heat and rhythm building to the upmost pleasure.

When you finally unravel, it’s with his name on your lips, your body trembling beneath him as waves of pleasure crash over you. He follows moments later, a low, broken sound escaping him as he buries his face in your neck, his breaths hot and ragged against your skin. For a moment, you just hold each other, the intensity giving way to a soft, almost fragile quiet, like neither of you wants to break the spell.

Eventually, Mike shifts, rolling onto his side and pulling you against his chest. His arms wrap around you, warm and steady, and you can feel the rapid thud of his heartbeat under your cheek. “Stay,” he murmurs, his voice soft but firm, like he’s afraid you’ll slip away if he doesn’t say it.

You softly smile, pressing a kiss to his bare collarbone. “I’m not going anywhere.”

He exhales, a sound of relief, and tucks you closer, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your back. The room is still heavy with his scent, but now it’s mixed with yours, a quiet testament to what’s changed. As you drift toward sleep, tangled together in his bed, you know this is only the beginning—messy, complicated, and undeniably yours.

[demont0es]

Totally didn’t finish this at 2:28 am listening to that song on repeat

Also btw I didn’t make the song! Just sharing it here bc it’s not that known yet and I love it :)

(textless version below cut)

[plentolla-olla]

A sketchy guards designes

Guess they haven't changed much

[spoinge-burg]

I'm pissing so hard I feel like everybody's pitch forks are ready to tell me that I did every single one of them wrong and now everybody is signing to get me burned at the stake

The one I care abt is Scott, cuz goth Scott rhymes, and he's also the one giving me the most heart attacks since I'm scared he might be too metal. 🙏

Vincent - Scene

Scott- trad goth

Mike- punk..

Jeremy - Mori kei

Fritz - decora kei

Chris- gyaruo kei

[william-afton-my-fella]

Im tired...

[the-aussie-knight]

Name: Christina Shmidt

Born: 7th of June 1985

Measurements: 34DD-24-36

[sliversundersyourskin]

[cha0ticlesbian]

GUYS!!!! I’m sure there’s already a bunch of people saying the same things as I’m about to but I just saw the fnaf 2 movie teaser and I must yap about it!

I’m already super hyped for the overall movie but here’s some things in the teaser that stuck out to me!

VANESSAAAAAHAHSHSHSHHE *screaming**carcrash**dies*

I KNOW we already knew she was gonna be in the movie but actually seeing her in a scene im SCREAMINGGGG MY SHAYLAAAA!!! Also it looks like she’s not in her cop uniform throughout the whole trailer so she’s either resigned OR she’s taking a leave🤔

MANGLE!!!!! My favorite animatronic😭😭😭 they look so cool and I already KNOW they’re gonna be the scariest one in the movie!

POOKIES👹👹👹 I’m pretty sure this frame is immediately after mangle breaking that window, therefore the animatronics have escaped this movie😭 also once again my girl looks amazing<3

This is from later in the teaser but looks to be the same scene maybe just from a different angle

Now this is very interesting to me and possibly Vanessa related, in the actual clip these doors are moving as if William is moving them, therefore I think this is actually a dream sequence from Vanessa and her trauma with her dad, this looks to be a family home (pictures on the wall) and we also see William framed to look very large and menacing which would make sense if this was a younger Vanessa pov, also it almost looks like the room behind him could be some sort of workshop where he possibly made the spring trap suit? (I’m still not sure if they’re gonna bring Henry Emily into this so maybe William made the suits.

Another thing, this isn’t in the teaser but a while ago a picture dropped of a behind the scenes first look at William and Vanessa kinda thing, now I could be reaching but based on the staircase this could be the same house, I figured the scene in this picture would be a flashback or dream considering William looks fine here but something ELSE I noticed now that the teaser is out is that she looks like she’s wearing the same thing she was in the previous scenes, which makes me think it could be some kind of trauma flashback/hallucination that shes having in the present.

This picture has honestly stumped me, but it might just be a fight scene or whatever in the movie and actually not be AS important as I would think. But my girl looks super scared here and also like she’s crying, the ponytail is back (interesting👀) and ofc she’s got her gun but no uniform. She could be confronting William here. Also I honestly can’t tell where she is right now, it looks like it’s either a hospital or a school (there was a school earlier in the trailer)

This also caught my attention because it’s springtrap but I’m definitely curious about what exactly this is gonna be, if it’s present, OR possibly a flashback of the original murders.

And ofc last but not least! McKenna Grace!?!?!?! Girl what are you doing here😭 I have about two theory’s here and I personally think either she’s gonna be someone that’s kinda just killed by an animatronic orrrr she could be playing young Vanessa? Honestly probably not very likey but she played young Carol Danvers and Carol and Vanessa are both very beloved characters to me so it would be great if she was the younger version for both lol

But overall I’m just super excited for what they’re gonna do and all the different references and lore they’re gonna put in because I really loved the first movie. But most of all I love Vanessa and am so excited to have her back😭💗

[yobi-thecreator]

HIIIIIIII ITS THE PERSON WHO REQUESTED THE NIGHTMARE ABBY FIC AGAIN UR LITERALLY SUCH A GOOD WRITER OMGGGG

IM HERE TO REQUEST AGAIN this time for just some general Mike Schmidt x reader relationship head canons !!(fluff ofcs I literally love fluff) TYSM UR LITERALLY ONE OF MY FAV WRITERS

I also thought that the comfort hcs/ fic WAS SO GOOD and im completely fine with it not being hcs!!! ANYWAYS HAVE AN AMAZING DAY AND EAT RAHHHHHH

HIII!! Thank you so much!!! It's an honor to be someone's favorite writer!! Thank you for the ask!! 💖💖

Mike Schmidt x Reader HC

Being in a relationship with Mike was hard

He always had to take care of Abby and often wouldn't put much attention onto you like you and him would like.

You understand why he does, and of course you help him with Abby when he ask but it's just hard sometimes

When you tell him how you feel, he apologizes for making you feel that way and promises to better himself

You tell him that's it's not necessary

You guys went back and forth with saying sorry and you telling him not to apologize for 30 minutes.

He ends up giving you more of his time, of course not neglecting Abby.

You and Abby go on shopping trips or just walk around at the mall window shopping. (I do that with my brother all the time 😅)

Sometimes she wants something but Mike can't buy it for her due to his salary

You buy her whatever she wants when you have the money for it.

Sometimes you and Mike have date nights

Most of the times they're in your or his house/apartment.

He sets up candles on the dining table and puts a table cloth on the table to make a more "Elegant" date setting. (According to him)

He makes spaghetti with meatballs.

You and Mike have movie night, Abby joins you guys sometimes. Sometimes she's just coloring or drawing in her room

That or sleeping.

You guys watch whatever he rented out

Or you guys just watch whatever is on TV at the time

You like playing with his hands at times

It's just an automatic thing you do with him when you want to distract yourself.

When he gets days off of work and Abby is at school you gave him a "Spa day"

You run him a warm bath, wash him, pepper his face in kisses, then help him dry off if he wants you to help, he gets changed, you make something to eat or just a snack, he sits on the couch and you give him massage.

You pepper his face with kisses.

On days where he's really tired you and him cuddle in bed

He lays on top of you and puts his ear to your chest to hear your heartbeat.

It comforts him to see that you stayed with him despite everything.

HI BABES! I hope you like this! I know you sent this awhile ago, so sorry that I didn't do it sooner! 💖💖 I hope you like it!

- Haloturtle🐢

[jealousjersey]

promptober day 5 ; motorbike

save a bike ride mike 🤭