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sdr2lovemail · 4 months

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Could you write something about Sun and Moon being irritated/jealous that they can't kiss the reader (the maintenance worker one) with their mouths like a human can so the reader shows them about all the other ways to kiss? Like kissing Sun's hand up his arm to his cheek until he is giggling so loudly Vanessa thinks he's gone off his rocker, or gently kissing Moon's forehead all the way down to where his heart would be? Even better if the maintenance reader leaves behind little lipstick marks on their face for Monty and the gang to laugh about :D

Inspired by that one tumblr post about a guy walking out with a few lipstick kiss marks and then saying "you should see what they did to the other guy" in a stereotypical mobster voice before said other guy drunkenly walks out absolutely covered in lipstick marks, sfw of course I want Fluff I want Affection I want Lovey Dovey-ness if you think you could swing it, just the softest silliest thing you can write, and keep up the good work anywho :')

I have no mouth, and I must kiss. (GN Reader but they do wear lipstick) Synopsis: After a play full of heartbreak and tragedy, Sun realizes that he'll never be able to kiss you. You remedy the situation.

Notes: It's been almost 2 years since I've written a fnaf fic, I feel rusty. Help wanted 2 got me calling my old mans' numbers. That's a joke they never left my phone. Anon if you're still out there, I hope you enjoy the fruits of my labors.

Requests are open!

Children are very persuasive. While you originally came to the daycare to fix a broken screen, you’ve ended up in a play. Decked out with a foam sword, you act as the story’s brave knight. Once you’ve slain the dragon, a kid wearing a Monty hood, your princess awaits.

“My dear knight! You saved me from the evil dragon!” Sun swoons. Instead of his waist frills, he’s worn a bright yellow skirt. Dangling from a few of his rays was a princess cap. The bells on his wrist jingle as he clasps his hands. “Is there any way I can repay you?”

You press a hand against your heart and bow your head. “There is no need, Princess. Protecting you is my sworn duty.” You’d say your acting wasn’t half bad for an underpaid maintenance worker.

“The princess has to kiss the knight!” A kid called from the audience.

Sun felt rigid like his joints were locking up. He hoped you couldn’t hear his fans kicking on as his body temperature rose. He would love to kiss you but wanted the moment to be perfect. “N-now friend, we don-”

“Mr. Sun can’t kiss them! He doesn’t have a mouth!” Another kid argued. Something about what they said made Sun feel weird.

“Yes, he does! It just can’t open.”

Sun lets out a huff, turning to you. “They’re getting cranky. It must be snack time. I’ll pass them out quickly. That way, we can spend time together!” He bounced on the balls of his feet, eager for you to stick around.

Your fazwatch pings with an alert: a S.T.A.F.F. bot got stuck in Monty Golf. “Oh, sorry, Sun. I have another job to do. I’ll see you later, okay?”

Sun would be frowning if his faceplate could move. He quickly perks up and sets his hands on your shoulders. “Right! Right, right, right, you have a job. Responsibilities! I’ll- I’ll see you at closing. Buh-bye, friend!” The jester waves you goodbye before sighing, hurrying to pass out snacks before someone throws a tantrum.

The rest of your day goes as smoothly as working as the Pizza Plex could be. It was after closing time, and you were doing your final tasks. The glamrocks were in their rooms, the S.T.A.F.F bots were on their set paths, and nothing on the floor needed fixing. The last place you needed to check on was the daycare.

Walking through the big wooden doors, Sun is nowhere to be seen. You call his name, followed by Moon’s, but still nothing. Shrugging it off, you make your rounds, checking everything is in place. During the sweep, you could hear muffled words from a storage closet.

“Do you think they’ve kissed anyone, Moon? We can’t do that…” That was the unmistakable voice of Sun. “I wonder what it would be like. Hmph, even the glamrocks can move their mouths…” He grumbles.

When you open the door, Sun jumps like he’s been shocked. He scrambled to stand up. “Ah! Oh, hi! You’re here early!”

“It’s almost eleven. I’ve been here for almost thirty minutes.” You say, checking your watch. “What were you talking about?”

“Would you believe me if I said nothing?” The daycare attendant tilts his head, his faceplate spinning a bit.

“No, I would not.”

Sun sighs as he sits back on the closet floor, his legs crisscrossed and his hands holding his face. Taking a seat next to him, you ask him what’s wrong.

“I was just thinking about some stuff after our play. Moon and I can’t kiss you!” He flops over dramatically as if he’d heard tragic news. “Our face is stuck in this stupid smile!” He tugs on one of his rays, angry at his lack of facial mobility.

“Hey, I don’t mind that you guys can’t kiss me. There’s more to a relationship than that. Besides, there are other ways to kiss.”

This breaks him out of his kissless stupor. “There are? Tell me, tell me!” Sun practically shakes where he sits. “Better yet, show me!” He opens his arms wide, inviting you to do as you please.

Taking one of his large hands in your own, you place a kiss on the back of his hand, leaving a lipstick mark on the shiny plastic. While he didn’t have pupils, you could feel Sun’s eyes burning into you. He didn’t want to miss a single second!

The touch sensors in his arms and hands weren’t that sensitive. Kids sure did like to scratch, kick, and bite. But even so, he could still feel your lips pressing fluttering kisses to his casing. Laughter bubbled up in his voice box.

Kiss after kiss lined Sun’s arm. Even if it left stains, this is one mess he could let slide. You took his other arm in your hands, mimicking your previous affections. Kissing back up his arms, you reach his faceplate. Sun’s giggling gets louder as your lips kiss the hard surface of his cheeks.

“Hey, your shift’s almost over. Get ready to clock out.” Vanessa’s voice rings from your watch.

When you pull away to answer, Sun tries to follow your lips. “Alright, I’ll be at the office in a moment.” Sun lets out another round of laughter.

“Oh, you’re with him… Your pay gets docked when you stay overtime, you know. Make sure to leave before the shutters close.” With that last sentence, Vanessa cuts off her line.

With excited, shaking hands, Sun brings your face closer to his. “Keep kissing me! Please, please, please!” His begging is cut short as he listens to Moon say something. “Awww, but I’m not done!” Sun still gets up to turn the lights off, moping the whole way there.

Bright red optics suddenly appear in front of your eyes. The lights glow against your skin. Moon clicks a flashlight on, making his faceplate look more menacing than he probably intended. “You weren’t thinking about leaving, were you? Not when you haven’t given me the same attention Sun got, right?”

“Oh, of course not, Moon!” Cupping his face in your hands, you leave a kiss mark on his forehead.

You bring your trail of kisses down to his nose, trailing along the curve, up to the corner of his eye. Moon lets out that raspy laugh of his. He tugs you closer, craving the warmth of your skin against the cold of his plastic.

He watched as you kissed down his face and neared his chest. “Sun was whining all day, worrying over us not being able to kiss you.” Moon snickered. “He was fretting over nothing, as usual. But I must admit, he’s right about some things.”

His ‘breath’ hitched as he watched you kiss right where his heart would be. The fans in his chest cavity kicked into overdrive as they tried to cool his circuits, trying their best not to overheat. “Kissing you would be a dream.”

Letting out a laugh of your own, you press another soft kiss on Moon’s chest. “I guess I’ll have to do the kissing for all three of us.” Punctuating your sappy sentence, you kiss their sculpted-on smile. An audible puff of air leaves the daycare attendant’s chassis.

“Attention Pizza Plex Guests and Staff. The Pizza Plex’s doors will close in ten minutes.” An automated voice rang over the building’s speakers.

More alert than before, you get up from the closet door. “I gotta go!” You were not trying to spend the night here. “Bye, Moon. Bye, Sun. I’ll see you tomorrow. Don’t forget to wash that lipstick off!”

They weren’t really listening, absolutely high on kisses. For a few hours, they simply rest in the daycare’s storage closet, gushing to each other about you. Well, more Sun than Moon.

Once it was time for Moon to do his rounds around the Pizza Plex, he’d forgotten about the lipstick covering his exoskeleton. It wasn’t until Monty knocked on the glass of his room.

“You having a good night, Moon?” It was like the smirk in Monty’s voice was audible from his voicebox. “Seems like you had a lot of fun.”

Seeing his reflection in the glass, Moon lets out a growl. How could he forget to wash off all this lipstick? “Not a word of this to anyone.” Moon scratched his fingers down the window, leaving marks behind. He turns tail to head back to the daycare and wash the stains off of himself.

Unknowing to the lunar animatronic, Monty had already sent a message to all the other bots.

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pinkkittysaw · 5 months

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FIVE NIGHTS AT MIKE’S

pairing: mike schmidt x plus sized! female reader

summary: you spend the night at your boyfriend’s place

word count: 5,735

content: NSFW (minors + ageless blogs DNI, you will be blocked!) post canon (but still in the year 2000), established relationship, dry humping, oral (f! receiving), fingering (f! receiving), minor pussyjob, breast/nipple play, protected sex (use of condom), intimacy kink, both reader and mike have pubes

a/n: does anyone else miss blockbuster? because i do 😔 long live physical media! also i did my due diligence and calculated prices of things to my best of my ability for the year 2000 so even if my price match isn’t EXACT, it’s close. this ended up…unexpectedly softer than i thought it would. never did i think i would be stringing sentences together like this to describe mike from FNAF but alas, here we are ^_^

dividers by @/kimjiho1 & @/saradika

"See ya, rugrat," you say to the eager girl as she hugs both you and her brother at the entrance of their front door. She huffs, only slightly, when you ruffle her brunette curls, sporting a faint pout once she pulls away from your hold. You chuckle, kneeling to her height, before attempting to fix the mess you created, smoothing out the hairs that lay atop her head the best you could.

"Call us if you need anything, okay?" Mike repeats for the nth time that night since Abby started getting ready.

"Yeah, yeah." Abby dismisses her brother completely, heading toward the car parked in the driveway after she decides that her hair looks satisfactory enough.

It was a Friday night, both you and Abby had sleepover plans, her at a friend's house and you over at Mike's. Abby was so devastated when she found out that your sleepovers fell on the same day as each other—intentional planning on both your and Mike's part—that she almost bailed on her school friends. It was only when you promised to have a special girl's night with her the next time you stayed over that she eventually yielded, going through with her original plans for the weekend.

She was initially invited by one of her school friends. After Mike had sat through one of the world's most awkward conversations with Abby's friend's mom—one he made sure to recount once they arrived home—he decided that it was probably in her best interest to let her go out and socialize like this while she was still young enough to do so, despite whatever unspoken worries he had about her going off and spending the night on her own for the first time.

"Love you!" Abby yells from the rear car door before opening it and getting inside. The seats are filled with excitable little girls and one slightly apprehensive mom who smiles at you through the windshield. Though the sound is slightly muffled, Mike repeats the same words back to his sister.

He may not be the most outwardly affectionate person, but after taking even the tiniest glimpse into their lives, it's obvious that he cares. Whether that's shown through him triple-checking her pack before she leaves for the evening, giving her friend's mom a list of her safe foods so that she doesn't go hungry, or reminding her numerous times that she can always call home if she needs to because no matter how independent she's become, it's okay to still need your older brother. Although you're sure Mike would say that he's anything but a good older brother.

Abby waves to you both as the car pulls out of the lot before she turns back to her friends again. You and Mike stand waving in the entryway as it turns off onto the street, leaving an empty spot in its wake.

"She's come a long way," you comment, turning your head towards him as he continues to stare out onto the pavement.

"Yeah."

You're unable to help the way your eyes roll at his statement, though it's lighthearted in nature. "It's thanks to you, you know." You nudge him in the side with your elbow.

"I think you had a hand in it too," he chuckles, smirking as his eyes meet yours.

"Just accept the compliment, Mike." You pat his shoulder, then turn on your heels to head back indoors, with him following suit.

"So...what should we do now?"

"I got a spare ten; wanna rent a movie?" You reach down for your wallet that's tucked in your overnight bag sprawled on his couch, pulling out the ten-dollar bill and puffing it between your fingers. "Let me treat you, baby," you coo, twirling around with the money in hand.

He scoffs a little at the display but still reaches for his keys and jacket off the rack. "Let's go."

The drive to the video rental store is a short one, as most of your time is spent lip-syncing songs to Mike that play through the static of his shitty radio.

Once you arrive, you divide and concur. Since Mike got to choose the movie last time, it was your turn, leaving him in charge of the snacks. You take your time leisurely perusing through the aisles, trying to find something that looks interesting enough before making your way to the "New Releases" section. It takes a while before anything catches your eye, but as you keep wandering, a title eventually jumps out at you.

You pick up the VHS and make your way over to check it out. Mike's waiting for you at the end of the aisle, his arms filled with popcorn, soft drinks, and candy. The two of you walk side by side over to the counter, where he drops all his snacks, and you slide over the movie. He lifts the corner of the box to look at the title before the case makes its way toward the cashier.

"American Psycho?" He asks, raising a brow.

"Yeah." You hand over the cash and your ID. "A coworker of mine said it was good, plus the trailer looked...interesting." You smile. "Why? Are you scared of a little horror film?"

"In your dreams."

"Guess we'll see about that, won't we?"

After thanking the cashier and collecting your bagged items, the two of you head back to his car.

It's not long after that the two of you arrive back at Mike's place, having changed out of your day clothes into pajamas.

After feeding the tape into the VCR, you plop back onto the sofa, sinking into the cushions, popcorn in hand, and snuggling into Mike's side.

Around six minutes into the movie, you comment in between bites of popcorn. "I know this movie is rated R, but I honestly wasn't expecting to see Christain Bale's ass."

Mike doesn't say anything in return, just side-eyeing you with a simple "Uh huh."

By the time the credits roll, both of your tummies are full of salty popped kernels and sweets, the evidence of which lies on his coffee table in the form of empty bags and wrappers.

Your bodies have shifted positions since the movie started. He's lying on his back, his body spread along the length of his couch, with you on your tummy nestled on top of him. Your cheek is squished against the space between his neck and shoulder, breathing him in while his chin rests on top of your head, his fingertips drawing slow circles on the small of your back.

The sensation makes you drowsy, both due to his warmth and the methodical motions of his fingers lulling you into an almost slumber.

"So, were you scared?" You tease, breaking through the serene atmosphere.

"Hm?" He mumbles, slow blinking himself to a higher state of alertness. It seems as if he too has been lulled into falling asleep on the couch alongside you.

"Were you scared?" you reiterate.

"Definitely not."

"Yeah... it felt more like a thriller than a 'horror' movie, I guess."

Mike hums in agreement, the two of you lying in silence before he speaks up again. "We should probably get off the couch now, hm?"

You groan a little, not wanting to move from your comfy position on top of him.

"Says who?" You fold your forearms across his sternum, settling your chin on top of your hands.

"Me." He quips, "It's getting late."

You huff, maneuvering your body so you can stretch and look at the clock on his wall. "It's only ten p.m." His eyes aren't open, but they don't need to be for him to tell that you have a pout on your face.

In your best attempt to dissuade him, you settle yourself back in the crux of his neck. "The night is still young."

"Says the one who was snoring up a storm on top of me a few minutes ago," he titters, poking your sides lightly so you'll fold in on yourself. "Using me as her personal pillow."

You don't engage anymore, choosing to stay right where you are in silence. If you don't talk, then no conversation needs to be had, and you can stay where you are.

"Fine," he grumbles, effectively giving up. "We can stay like this a little longer." His fingers change positions now, moving from their persistent prodding to dragging the tips up and down your spine underneath your shirt.

"You're warm."

"You're warm...and snuggly... and safe." You plant a kiss on the exposed skin from the opening in his shirt.

"Safe? Never heard that one before." He smirks to himself amusedly.

"Don't start all that now," you tell him, looking up from your spot nestled in his neck.

"It's true," he retorts, "not sure any of my former employers would agree with you."

"First off, your previous employer was an actual madman. Secondly, I'm not one of your employers; I'm your girlfriend, and thirdly, you should know by now that I don't give a fuck about corporate."

Mike looks off to the side, not meeting your eyes. "You're not exactly a good influence on me, you know," he jokes.

"I never claimed to be." You move to lift yourself more and stroke his stubbled cheek with your finger. You sigh, "Look, I get that you haven't always been the most pacifistic person in the past, but...I mean it when I say I feel safe with you. And I know Abby is safe with you too, alright?"

He doesn't have the words to articulate the feeling that those words dredge up inside him, so he simply nods.

"Good." You lay back down on his front, staring up at him. "Wanna know one of my favorite things about you?"

You stage the question like it was a guessing game, but since he's unable to guess any good qualities about himself, all he responds with is "What?"

"Your eyes. So pretty."

The corner of his lip turns up in a smirk. This isn't the first time you complimented his eyes, and it surely wouldn't be the last. The warm, rich browns that make up his irises are sweet in color, despite him thinking they were as plain and boring as can be.

"You want to know what your eyes are telling me?"

"What?" You smile sweetly at him.

"That you're looking up at me like you want something."

"Maybe I do want something." You shuffle further up his body, settling yourself onto his lap, plush thighs surrounding his hips as you hold onto his forearms for stability.

"And what's what?"

You lean over him, slowly descending upon him, your face hovering just above his. "A kiss?" You wiggle your eyebrows up and down as if to entice him more.

"Go ahead."

"Really?"

"Could always change my mind."

"Meanie," you pout, but you meet him the rest of the way anyway, his lips melding with yours.

Trying to describe your relationship and the intimacy that came along with it was difficult. Trying to describe Mike was difficult. The closest thing that comes to mind is a skittish cat. He wasn't standoffish in the sense that he couldn't talk to anyone, but trying to get anywhere other than skimming the surface with him was a challenge, like a game of tug of war, a delicate balance of push and pull. If you charged forward too quickly, he'd retreat into a corner, baring teeth and claws.

It wasn't his fault, not necessarily. The death of his younger brother being the major catalyst as to why he kept himself so closed off. A death that he blamed on himself for the longest time.

He stayed approachable enough to get along with others on the barest of levels to not cause any problems. for the most part, and any attempts at digging in any deeper than he was willing to allow were met with resistance. If he never gets close, then he never has to lose, even if it means leading an even lonelier life down the road.

The only long-standing relationship he had left was with Abby. His final tether to humanity was the little sister whose life he was holding together with glue sticks and string.

To be honest, it was amazing that you got as close to him as you did. After his short stint at the run-down pizzeria, he asked you out, deciding that he was done trying to flee and cling to the past. It was time to start living in the present, taking care of those who needed him now while he still could.

The kiss is slow, meticulous, and intimate. A word that never used to be in Mike's vocabulary. It's warm. He's warm (and slightly squishy). The heat builds to a simmer inside your tummy.

His hands slide from your thighs to the fat of your hips, squeezing the flesh between his fingers as he pulls you closer against his pelvis, causing a slight whimper to fall from your lips. All you want to do is melt in it, sink into the heat, and slowly let it consume you.

One of your arms wraps around the back of his neck while the other hand cradles his stubbled cheek. It was strange how a man could make you feel as if your whole heart was being consumed all at once. Sickly sweet words come to a boil on your tongue, but you swallow and exchange them for something more simple and primitive. Moans fill the air of his living room, with the more primal part of you taking over.

Your hips begin to rock gently against his, your tongue prodding at his teeth. The groan that comes out of you is a plea for entrance, one which he happily grants, parting his lips and allowing you to swallow him whole.

"That's it."

The kiss becomes a clash of teeth and tongues, nipping at each other's lips while wet muscles glide against one another.

You're not exactly sure why, but kissing Mike like this, in a way that's so raw and unrefined, makes you unbearably needy, not just in the pit of your stomach but in your heart too. You've grown to like this little life you've built here, tending to the seeds of your relationship with care. It hasn't been perfect per se, but it's been yours. You love it. You love his sister. You love him and you can't decipher whether that scares you or not. Excitement and anxiety both make your heart beat to the same erratic rhythm.

He's gentle with how he holds you. Square palms and thick fingers knead the flesh of your sides before sliding down to your rear to give that a firm squeeze as well, his hands guiding your body, rocking it back and forth on his half-hard cock.

A juxtaposition: knuckles once bloody and bruised, calloused fingers with skin split around the nails holding you, caressing your body as if it were velvet. If he were a bit more needy, drunk on love, he'd swear to the heavens that you were softer.

His hands move from your ass to breast, his fingertips delicately sliding up the curves. It's not the first time he's "discovered your body," nor is it the last, but all the times you have sex, which is not often enough, it always feels as loving as the first.

Thumbs brush against the ribs that hide beneath your shirt, soft in a way that makes your heart flutter before they reach their destination, swiping against the soft, stippling peaks of your nipples, your bra having long since been removed earlier that night when you returned to his place. Palms grasp at the fat of your bosom, kneading the flesh.

The roll of your hips increases while your lips separate from his, laying forehead to forehead as you pant lightly against him, breath cascading down his features. The grip of his fingers on your side tightens as he tries to stall your movements. "Stop...stop..." he puffs into your mouth, slight perspiration building on his brow from the heat.

You pout as your hips come to a full stop, peering down at him beneath you.

"I don't want to blow all over the couch," he explains.

"What a lovely mental image you've just given me," you snort, swinging your leg over him as you try to get up, only to be stopped by his hands once more.

"I never said I had a problem with getting my bedsheets dirty, though."

His lips clash with yours as he walks you backward down the hall toward his bedroom. You stumble through the door and crash onto his bed while he flips on his bedside lamp before collapsing on top of you. Another whine escapes you as you feel his hard-on through his PJ bottoms.

"Mike," you exhale, holding onto his shoulders for support.

"I know, I know."

He repositions himself and you, by extension, so that he's lying on top of you properly. Lips move from yours to the corner of your mandible, planting quick kisses all over your skin as if trying to consume you. His facial hair tickles as it brushes against the skin of your neck, causing you to shrink up slightly while releasing a fit of small giggles.

You cling to every part of him just as he does to you, pushing up your shirt to lay claim to every inch of you. Though it's not fully removed, the material is left to rest above the swell of your breasts as he kisses his way down your sternum. He's deliberate as he moves down your body, attempting to cover as much of you in his sweetness as he can.

He takes extra care when he reaches your tummy, fingertips limber and gentle as he caresses the skin. Your eyes stay locked with his as his lips meet the curve of your stomach. Tender kisses are placed across it, showing appreciation for all of the parts of your body, not just the ones you've deemed worthy of his attention.

Sex wasn't always this "easy" between the two of you; even after dancing around each other and finally getting into a relationship, that didn't make all the vulnerability of the act any easier.

He wasn't bad at it by any means; he was just a little misguided. Although sometimes you regret having taught him as well as you have, especially now that he knows how to push all your buttons.

His palms slide up your legs, from calves to thighs, fingers nestled into the waistband of your underwear and pajama bottoms, tugging them off in one fell swoop. A singular kiss is placed at the height of each thigh before he spreads your legs, exposing your sex to the cool air of his bedroom.

Nothing is said, but he does sit there for a moment, kneeling on the bed above you. When he finally does make his descent upon you, he presses a kiss so delicate right on the pudge of your mons. Then he moves to your left inner thigh, then the right, back and forth, back and forth, scrupulous, patient, and SLOW. The point of which is to get you as wet as possible without having directly touched you yet. It's made abundantly clear when he echoes those same thoughts back to you.

His thumb runs through your slit, dipping into your entrance, enough so that he barely breeches through, collecting some of your slick on the rough pads and dragging it up to your clit, rubbing tentative circles on the bundle of nerves.

"So wet," is all he says while continuing, circular motions with even pressure.

Lucky for him and (un)lucky for you, he can go as slow as he likes tonight, taking all the time in the world to warm you up, despite all your incessant whining.

He leans back to pull off his shirt, revealing a cute tuft of brown hair in the middle of his chest.

"You can be as loud as you want."

He lays on his stomach, right in between your legs, landing a singular kiss straight to your cunt before dragging the length of his tongue from your entrance to clit, giving that a kiss as well. He repeats the action a couple more times before settling himself right on your pussy, nose nestled in the wirey hairs of your mons. The wet muscle worms its way to your pulsing hole, digging in deep to drink down every drop that leaks from you.

It's always difficult to maintain eye contact with him like this; his almond irises are blown so wide that it's as if only his pupils remain. He licks and laps at your cunt like it's the only thing he was made to do. He worships your pussy like it's his favorite thing in the world, and has to prevent himself from humping the bed while he indulges himself in your taste. Even though he knows you find it hot as fuck whenever he cums just from eating you out, he needs to feel you stretched out on his cock.

Though unspoken between the two of you, you know that if you stare at him for too long while he makes out with your cunt, you'll cum way quicker than you mean to, and you know if you cum too quickly, he'll lay there and tongue-fuck you right through your next orgasm, because as much as he eats you out for your pleasure, he eats you out for his pleasure too.

Most of the time, you don't feel like giving him a big ego, so you tilt your head back and screw your eyes shut as his lips pucker around your clit and suckles it into his mouth. Even if you don't meet his gaze, he knows the effect he has on you just by the way your fingers rake through his curls, rooting themselves in his scalp while whimpering praises into the aether.

"Mikey."

The pet name used to make him groan and roll his eyes in frustration, but when you're spread out like this underneath him, it's his most favorite sound in the world.

Your opposite hand drifts to squeeze and knead at your breast, tugging at your nipple. His hand comes up to meet yours, warm and grounding, as he begins to work at your clit even more, sucking it more vigorously than before. Your hips begin to buck against his face, the scratch of his stubble giving your inner thighs a delicious beard burn as the heat begins to reach a boiling point in your belly. His fingers squeeze down on yours against your breast while your fists tighten in his hair.

You look down at him finally, and it's as if he can sense you're watching him because his eyes immediately snap up to meet yours. You can barely make out the slick coating his face in the low lamplight.

He works overtime now that he has your full attention, dragging his hand from your breast to your tummy, giving it a gentle squeeze before bracing his forearm across it, allowing for leverage as he sinks one, then two fingers into your cunt. He's quick but not rough with his movements inside you, curling in just the right spot to make you see stars.

Though your hips are restricted by him, you hurdle toward your impending orgasm. You reach down to meet his hand, and he happily clasps his fingers with yours, breaking eye contact with him when the coil finally snaps. Your back arches while your hand tightens around his, nails digging into the skin of his scalp, moans dribbling from your mouth with every passing second.

He eases you down from your high, kissing his way up your body before pulling off your shift completely and meeting his lips with yours, giving you a taste of yourself. You moan into the kiss, clinging onto him for dear life as you begin to wind down. He knows you're all set when your touch goes from frantic grabbing to gentle caressing.

He looks down at you; your expression is happy and a smidgen dopey, but nowhere near fucked out yet.

"Think you can handle some more?"

"Your tongue game isn't that good."

He scoffs. "Still coherent enough to give me lip, I'd say you're good."

He sits up, reaching toward his nightstand drawer, fishing out a box from inside.

"Oh, a new box of condoms..." You rise to your knees. slinging your arms around Mike from behind, your tits pressed up against his back. "Were you expecting to get laid tonight, Michael?" you tease, slowly kissing his neck.

"You say that as if it wasn't your idea to spend the night when Abby had her sleepover." He fiddles with opening the box, tearing off a single condom from the rest.

"If I recall, you weren't opposing the idea either," you goad, trailing your lips onto his freckled shoulder. "It's good that we're being responsible; now come here. I want more kisses." You take the condom from between his fingers and place it back on his nightstand along with the box as you urge him back down on top of you.

He obliges, his lips meeting yours as you trail all over each other's bodies. His hard cock lays in between your thighs, aching and throbbing with need, so you decide to grant him a little relief. You slide your hand into his boxers and slowly stroke his cock. His breath hitches slightly, bringing amusement to your face as your lips brush against his.

"So hard for me already, poor thing." You nuzzle into his face a little, sliding your nose against his as you lick into his mouth, silently asking for his tongue once again. He gives as much as he can, panting into your kiss.

After just a few minutes of lazily jerking him off, you slide his pants lower on his thighs, bracing his cock right in between your slit and slowly start to rock your hips back and forth. The kiss becomes lazy, just tongues caressing each other while moans echo throughout the room, every vein from his cock brushing up against your clit as the two of you rock together. The heat and slick making both of you quiver.

You release him on the brink of going too far, choosing to then reach over for the singular packet, the shiny foil catching in the light.

"Can you manage to put this on, or do I need to do it?" you jest.

"I got it." He sits himself on the edge of the bed, plucking the condom from your grasp. You hear the sound of the package tearing, and soon after his bottoms are gone too, both of you nude together.

"So, how you wanna do this?" he asks while rolling on the latex.

"Wanna be in your lap."

"Are you sure your legs can handle that?" he chuckles, caressing your thigh.

"My legs aren't made of jello," you retort, getting up on your knees while he scoots backward.

"Alright, but no complaining if you get tired."

You crawl over toward him, and he reaches out for you, taking hold of your hips as you swing one leg over both of his.

"Hi," you say as you're face to face with him, one arm slung lazily over his shoulder, grazing his back, the other resting against his cheek as your finger strokes his cheek.

"Hey," he chirps back.

You give him a quick kiss, moving your hand from his face to his cock, feeding him through your entrance, and sinking down on him slowly, the two of you groaning into each other's mouths. Your tummy folds in on itself as you reach the base.

You're not sure if you'll ever get used to the intimacy of it all. No matter how many times you go through this, you wonder if the feeling of overwhelming consumption will subside. If one day, it won't feel like Mike is looking right into your soul every time you have sex.

You whimper slightly as you settle, his girth stretching you out deliciously. You cup his face as your lips search for his again. His hand moves to caress you, one hand gliding down your spine and the other grabbing the fatty flesh at the bend of your hip joint. They never stay in place, though, always on the move, making sure no part of your body is left undesired.

You roll your hips for the most part, bouncing only every so often when you want to feel the stretch of being filled again, mostly wanting to enjoy the feeling of being so close together, so connected. Taking simple pleasures in the feeling of him just being inside you. The hairs that spackle the base of his cock work to add pleasure to your clit.

He kisses his way down your neck, smiling against your skin as he does it, taking in deep breaths of your scent while his hands continue their caress to your breasts, making sure to show them the attention that he neglected while he was eating you out.

His lips move toward your nipple, kissing it before letting his tongue lull out of his mouth, flicking it back and forth.

"Mmm...Mike." Your cunt clenches around him at his efforts, your fingers curling into the hair that sits at the nape of his neck.

His opposite hand slides to your front, rubbing up and down along the curves of your body til it settles on the other breast, rolling the nipple between his digits. His tongue traces around your areola before sucking the nipple into his mouth.

"Christ, Mike," you whine as he locks eyes with you, the movement of your hips quickening with every suck.

This is the only time you get so whiny, when the two of you are in a position like this, so enraptured with each other, in each other's pleasure. You become so sweet and pliant.

He detaches himself from your nipple and eases you onto your back, grabbing the fat of your thighs and pushing them toward your chest so he can fuck you like you need, like you both need. You're not sure if Mike will ever admit to this, but he needs the intimacy as much as you do.

He's deliberate when he sinks back into you, grinding when he reaches the hilt.

When he pulls out, he develops a slow rhythm, one you can both enjoy with its progression. Despite its calm nature, every thrust of his heavy cock ruts into exactly where you need it, rubbing against the spongey spot inside you that makes your toes curl, that lights a fire in your belly and makes you needy once again.

As the moment continues to build, on the precipice of climax, he speaks to you through the haze of pleasure.

"Still need me to kiss you to cum?" He taunts. He knows the answer. It's been the same ever since the two of you got together. The intimacy between the two of you gets you off more than anything else.

You pull him down til he's practically on top of you, his body weight against yours, your tummy folding up so nicely as you lay nose to nose. His scent and his skin on yours grounds you like nothing else. You don't even mind the stretch of your thighs as he holds himself against you.

"Don't act like you don't need this too." You extend your neck in an attempt to push your lips forward on his. "You enjoy intimacy more than your grumpy face lets on." Your eyes are just barely glazed over, the same dopey grin plastered on your face as you reach out to him.

"Shut it," he huffs, pressing his lips into yours for a searing kiss, fucking into you with as much vigor as he can muster. The springs of his mattress squeak wildly as he fucks you through it.

As much as he tries to deflect, he knows it's the truth too. He needs the closeness as well. The intimacy, the skin-to-skin contact, the sweat, the heat, the love

You mewl into the kiss, wrapping your arms around him tightly. Your orgasm sits just beyond the horizon, your cunt clenching down on him harder and harder with every sloppy smack of his lips against yours. The need and desperation grow as your bodies cling together, never wanting to part, edging closer and closer to ecstasy.

You glide your hand down to your clit, rubbing in tight circles as your orgasm crests, taking over your body and moaning into his mouth loudly as you pull him down even further. You're reduced to nothing but babbles and whimpers as he fucks you through your orgasm.

You feel the same words as before bubble up on your tongue. He's here, his body encapsulating yours as close as humanly possible; he's so warm, so safe. He's here, he's yours, and you love him.

You let the words escape you this time, refusing to let them fizzle out into nothingness.

"I love you, Mike," you whisper in his ear.

It's not more than a few seconds later that he's spilling into the condom, his hips still sloppily thrusting and letting out an unexpectedly loud groan while clinging to you.

The air settles, and Mike is still nestled inside you. Your fingers comb through his hair as he brushes along your side, leaving a kiss on your skin every so often, enjoying the afterglow of sex.

You're the first to break through the silence.

"Shower now or in the morning?"

"Morning," he groans, somewhat groggy after everything that went down. He pulls out, getting up to remove the condom and tie it off, tossing it in the waste basket under his nightstand, making a mental note to dispose of it properly later.

"I'm gonna go pee, then we'll snuggle up for the night," you tell him as you head toward the bathroom before he has a chance to trap you in bed with sleepy cuddles.

"Don't fall in," he smirks, feeling proud of himself, and you grin at him for being an idiot.

As you go to wash your hands after finishing up, you hear a muffled. "I love you too" through the bathroom door.

#mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt smut #mike schmidt imagine #mike schmidt x you #five nights at freddy’s x reader #five nights at freddy’s imagine #five nights at freddy’s smut #fnaf x reader #fnaf smut #fnaf imagine #x reader smut #chubby reader #✰ミ angel writes

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saturncodedstarlette · 6 months

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Y/N : U sad?

Michael : I wouldn’t say I’m “sad”.

Y/N : But if like a semi truck was speeding your direction you wouldn’t step out of the way or…?

Michael : :)

Y/N : ?

Michael : :]

Y/N, growing concerns : Michael?

Michael : *Seen*

Y/N : Michael ansWER!!!!

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pianocat939 · 6 months

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I WILL BE HEARING YOU OYT ON YANDERE BONNIE PLEASE RANT TO ME POST ALL YOUR IDEAS

Ok I’m gonna do withered Bonnie bcs it just makes sense for this-

Tw: Murder *new animatronic ahem ahem*, stalking basically

Imagine you, are a new guard.

Simple.

You successfully do your job, with no worries or even creeped out at all.

You basically say “fuck off” to every animatronic.

Meanwhile, Bonnie is intrigued. In his broken, unusable state, seeing you act so nonchalantly to his…“replacement”, brings him a weird inspiration.

Out of curiousity, he watched you. Not out of malicious intent. Just curiosity.

Let’s say you respond to him nicely, after realizing he isn’t an enemy. And his dead heart evokes up into flames.

He wants to be close to you. He wants to be wanted again. He wants to be someone’s favourite again. He wants to be loved again.

…

As the nights pass by. He tries to destroy all the other malicious animatronics. While also approaching closer to you.

At some point, if you fall asleep on accident, he’s putting an unused table cloth over you to keep you warmer. And maybe a few hugs and nuzzles stolen without you knowing.

You’re warm. He likes that. You’re not cold like he is.

…

Don’t question him when he stuffs you into an unused bunny animatronic. He just really, really wants you to stay, and be his warmth. Forever.

Until the place burns down, bringing the two of you along.

“Stay with me. I’m so lonely without you. You’re all I have.”

(This was so self-indulgent it’s not even funny-)

- Celina

#Bonnie #Bonnie fnaf #withered bonnie #fnaf #fnaf 2 #five nights at freddy's #five nights at Freddy’s 2 #Bonnie x reader #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #fnaf x reader #five nights at Freddy’s x reader

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highttowers · 10 months

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telephone. [sorry, i cannot hear you, i’m kinda busy.]

pairing(s); matthew lillard!william afton x reader

fandom; five nights at freddy’s [movie]

w/c; 604

trigger/content warnings; SMUT MDNI, blowjobs, slightly bottom!william, desk sex, voyeurism??, afab!reader, gn!reader as possible (reader is described having hair long enough to get in their face), employee!reader, nicknaming, name-calling, age gap (reader is mid 20s, william is early 50s), swearing, lmk if i missed anything

stella speaks! i was not expecting all the love i got on that shitpost and for it to grow into this! also sorry if this makes no sense i usually have to get silly to write proper smut.

tags; my fellow william afton thirst babie, @truecobblepot

William’s hand is tangled in your hair. His face is picture perfect, albeit shiny, but his ragged breath and airy chants of you name falling from his lips tell another story.

Your knees are burning. Your pants are around your ankles, your panties shoved into William’s pocket, cun leaking on the ground from where he had just fucked you on two of his fingers. The tile under your knees is cold, and hard, a sharp contrast to the rest of your body.

Your mouth is wrapped around his cock, head brushing the back of your throat. You gag, and William pulls it out, tapping your lips with it. “Kiss it. lick it.” He commands gently, and your hand wraps around the base of cock, obliging. William’s hand comes up to cover a whimper from escaping from his lips, the travels down his neck, loosening his tie. When the phone rings, you jump, but William calmly leans forward to answer it.

The hand in your hair keeps your mouth over the tip of his cock, and you swirl your tongue around it. “Hi, this is Mike. I was just calling to see if that job that you offered was still available?”

William tenses, and you lick a strip up the underside of his dick, a hand coming up to brush your hair back as you take him deeper.

“Yes, the security guard,” William answers, his voice unwavering. You dip your head, hollering your cheeks and taking him so far his top hits the back of your throat. In your mouth, the rest of his cock twitches, and William suck in a sharp breath.

“I will take anything.”

William’s hand grips the armrest of his chair as you slide him out of your mouth, releasing him with a pop! and, William exhales a little shakier than the fist time.

“All you have to do is keep your eyes on the monitors!” William says, his voice slightly wavering. You’ve gotten louder, and William’s whole body is tensing.

“Right…uh…so. What— what day is a good start date?” Michael asks. He can hear the noises through the phone, and he’s frozen in his chair. He’s only slightly aware that his jeans are gradually tightening around his crotch as he tries to focus on what William is saying.

“How about Thursday?” William says, then exhales loudly when you gently take your nails over his happy trail.

“O-okay. Thursday.” Micheal is silent for a few more moments before: “Do- do you hear that, Mr. Raglan? What’s that sound?”

William’s grip tightens in your hair, stopping you from freezing. His cock twitches in your mouth and you realize he’s getting off to this.

“Oh, it nothing Micheal. Just the rain we’re having here in Utah. You know how it is…” William’s hand moves down to the back of your throat, and his his balls tighten. He’s telling you to keep your mouth there, right there as best he can without speaking.

Across town, Micheal glances put the window near him. It may be growing dark fast outside, but the sky is clear. He can’t even catch the smell of rain on the wind. He swallows thickly, wondering if he should continue this conversation.

“Mr. Raglan…it was sunny today.” William is hardly paying attention to him at this point, hips stuttering as he shoves himself as far down your throat as he can go.

He grins when you gag, finally getting his release. As he spills down your throat, he smiles at the tears gathering in your eyes, shushing you quietly.

“Ah, silly me,” he hums into the phone, petting your hair. “My mistake.”

#william afton #william afton x reader #william afton smut #michael afton #five nights at freddy’s #fnaf #five nights at freddy’s x reader #fnaf x reader #five nights at freddy’s movie #fnaf movie #matthew lillard #🖋️ — my writing #🐻 — five nights at freddy’s

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morwap · 1 year

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𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐆𝐈𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐍?

micheal afton x fem!reader

sfw wishing it was halloween so this could be halloween themed but oh well,

nav • m.a m.list • series master list

swearing, a kiss, in the same timeline as my other fic, evan and elizabeth are very much alive, readers in a band, micheal has a nose piercing, micheal afton with a mullet, b/n = brothers name, sneaking into the pizzeria. drinking, stealing, playboy magazine, random names

───────✧ 𓆩♡𓆪 ✧───────

Michaels's fingers drummed on the steering wheel, the music flowing from the speakers quietly but loud enough that he could enjoy it. the lights from the convenience store lit up his facial features as he waited on his friends. the summer heat was giving him a reminder of how hot it would be in his father's pizzaria, just the thought or mention of it made him groan and this constant reminder was not helping him in the slightest.

Michaels's eyes drifted around his truck, locking his eyes on the cd of your own music you had given him when you both were walking home from the two nice ladies' diner. lips turning up slowly into a soft smile, tempted to put it and listen but knowing his friends would be back any minute and he washed the thought out of his head, he could listen after dropping them off later.

laugher broke out into the summer air causing Michael to look up, watching his friends walk out with smiles. sighed as he could already pinpoint almost everything they had stolen—honestly shocked that no one called them out for it because they were awful at hiding it, you could practically see a bottle of alcohol in the front of Steven’s pants.

“Mikey I got your favorite” Jeremy snickered as he got into the small back seat, Steven got in after with the same smirk that Jeremy had. Michael shook his head but smiled as he started to pull out. Michael had gotten in trouble last time for coming home drunk by his mom, he could barely remember anything from that except the “you’re 18 and live under my roof and you will not be coming home drunk” lecture and he really didn't want to hear it again.

“Oh! I got you this, thought it looked like your girl” steven said, smacking the gum in his mouth as he pulled the dirty magazine from where he tucked it in the waistband of his pants and handed it to Michael.

“Shut the fuck up, she’s not my girl” Michael scoffed, glancing at the magazine, yes it did look like you but it was not you. steven mumbled a jokey “whatever” while Jeremy threw his hands up with a shrug when michael looked back at him. Michael tossed the magazine to the floor on the passenger side, but it took every ounce of self-control he had to not keep glancing at it.

“Mikey- man- we should drink at Freddy's,” Steven said, he looked back at Jeremy and the boy nodded, Michael sighed and let his head roll back onto the headrest.

“You know my dad would kill me if he found out,” Michael said, stopping at a red light.

“Cmon mike, we’re going away for college after this summer, let’s have fun and I know there's no alarm, just mega fuckin’ locks,” Steven said, taking the alcohol out of his pants and passing them back to Jeremy.

“Mira’s at the mall with y/n and kim, let’s invite them” Jeremy suggested, sitting the alcohol in the seat next to him carefully. Michael thought it over in his head, it wasn’t a bad idea but if William found out he would probably rip the piercing right out of his nose, if it didn’t he would have a great time and he knew of a way to get in without a key but this could be the last time to do this till his dad hired the security guard that he was talking about at dinner.

“Okay, okay” Michael gave in, putting his blinker on.

“maybe Kim will have weed” steven mentioned, lifting his brows.

“Probably not, her mom caught her with it right after graduation. I’ve heard her moms checking everything when she gets home and saying she won’t stop till she moves out” Jeremy sighed.

mira was digging through her bag as you sat on the concrete. a bubble gum sucker in your mouth, kim sat next to you and counted the money that was in her wallet.

“wow kim you really cut down on your shopping addiction” you joked and nudged her arm. kim laughed softly.

“saving up to move out” kim said, zipping up her wallet and tossing it into her small bag.

“no college?” you asked, tossing the lollipop stick onto the ground.

“don’t think it’s for me if I'm being honest, I like it here and the only college I would want to go to is out of state,” she confessed. you nodded as if you understood, but you didn’t, you wanted out of this shitty small town in the most shitty state. you wanted to get far far away and sometimes you hoped some magical person would come sweep you off your feet and save you.

“you look at any apartments?” you asked, you looked behind you at mira and she was still looking for something then you looked at kim.

“yeah, a few, there's this really cute one i looked at but it's a bit pricey” she answered with a shrug.

it was getting dark, you all came to the mall after the rush hour, not wanting to wait in lines and since it was summer everyone was there, it was the only thing to do in a town in the middle of nowhere and this was the only thing for everyone to enjoy.

music blared and you could see the signature red truck coming your way. Michael Afton and his friends, you knew Ben wasn’t with them since he was at your grandma's house three hours away helping your other aunt to move in and take care of her.

mira walked over to you and kim after finally finding her keys and wallet, she laughed as they pulled up.

it was weird how you all were connected, you all gravitated towards each other without even knowing people you all were close to had some type of connection with the other, until you all finally made the connections, jeremy was dating mira’s step brother and kim was in a relationship with michaels cousin macy while ben was on and off with steven’s sister.

michael rolled down his window and jeremy popped his head out from between the seats.

mira rolled her eyes playfully. “knew I shouldn't have told you where we were going” she laughed.

“what’s wrong with wanting to see my best friends in the world?” Jeremy acted offended. “we’re here to give you something fun to do in the town of hurricane, i think you should be begging to come with us” he added.

you laughed and looked up at mira.

“why not” you said, getting up of the concrete then helping kim up.

“meet us at freddys” steven yelled as michael started to roll his window up, mira shouted an okay before hitting the unlock button on her keys.

“that freaky animatronic place?” kim asked as you three started walking to miras car.

“maybe it will be spooky” you said, moving your fingers and making ghost sounds before getting into the car. kim laughed and rolled her eyes.

driving there didn’t take too long, the mall was a bit away from it since they wanted to put it somewhere that made it accessible for most of the town. it was fully dark out and street lights were already on.

mira parked where michael's truck was, a little ways from the pizzeria.

“about time you guys showed up” steven said as you three walked to them.

“don’t they have cameras here” you asked, the breeze gave you a chill.

“My dad took the old ones out since they kept messing up and ordered new ones so we’re good with cameras,” Michael said, easing your nerves.

“okay then why’d we have to park in the mud, its caked on my shoes, '' Kim complained.

“because my dad drives by here on his way home from my uncles” michael huffed, and walked to a spot where he could pull off the vent cover with ease.

“wait we have to crawl through that?” mira asked in disgust, jeremy rolled his eyes. “there's probably bugs in there” she added.

“is a little bug gonna stop you from a date with mr.vodka and ms.beer?” jeremy asked in a baby voice, taking out the alcohol out from the bag that sat on the ground beside him.

thankfully michael had the rest of the cups he bought for jeremy's birthday party in march in his truck, and they had stolen some pineapple juice earlier.

“well i didn’t know alcohol was involved” Mira said and got closer to the vent.

“of course alcohol was involved, we said something fun to do, not that a miracle would happen” Michael said with a breathy laugh. mira laughed and mumbled something about him being right.

“alright, this leads to parts and service and nothing blocks this duct so we should be able to get in and out easily, plus it’s not very long and it’s pretty big so no one has to worry about claustrophobia” Michael informed everyone.

you all stood in silence and looked around at each other. Michael huffed, “okay i’ll go first” he said before getting on his knees and crawled into the vent.

Michael made it inside and turned on the light before yelling for the next person.

Michael yelled out again to bring the alcohol so the last person didn’t have to worry about it.

“y/n do it with me” Mira begged, her hands clasped together.

“okay” you said, dragging out the ‘ay’ as you grabbed the bag and slid it into the vent then go in after.

you pushed the bag as you crawled, mira knew you were safe to go in with since she knew jeremy or kim would joke and say something about a bug and freak her out.

Michael helped you up then took the alcohol, you helped mira and she brushed off her clothes.

“see no bugs” Michael said with a sly smile.

“yeah see mira, Michael was the only bug you had to worry about” you quipped and shrugged your shoulders.

Michael booed you as he left the room.

soon you all gathered in a private party room so no one would see the lights, you all took your pick on what alcohol you wanted.

“y/n come take a shot with me” steven said loudly.

you were two shots in and took three tiny sips of mira’s vodka and pineapple drink, you guys worked with what you had and you all were lucky Michael was able to get some sodas from the vending machine.

steven poured the shots and opened a coke for a chaser. He handed it to you and started to count. your face scrunched as you swallowed and he took a sip of the coke then handed it to you.

“that was foul” you groaned and shook your head. steven nodded then took another sip from the coke.

you migrated back to mira, she was on her first beer after he vodka drink, you noted that kim took minimal sips of the one beer she had carried around the entire time, you also decided to only sip on a beer and you were barely buzzed.

you didn’t know how you and Michael had gotten away from everyone else but you did.

“not drinking much today mikey?” you asked, leaning on a wall next to where he was standing. you knew Michael liked to drink, you even saw him shitfaced at stevens little get together in october. you remembered how you two bickered even when he was drunk.

“someones gotta drive you know” he said, you nodded and took another sip.

“kims also holding back drinking for the same reason then?” you asked, you looked at him, his blue eyes returned the gaze.

“yeah we talked about it while i got the soda” he confirmed.

you smiled before leaning off the wall and starting to walk down the hall.

Michael followed you, “where you going rockstar?” he asked and tilted his head.

you smiled, “giving myself a tour since the heir of this pizzeria won’t” you said and shrugged, tilting your head like his.

Michael laughed, you didn't know if it was because he knew his dad would rather die than let this whole franchise be ran by someone who is not him personally or that you wanted a tour of the place.

“if you wanted to see animatronics that can sing and play instruments better than you, you should’ve just said that” Michael responded, he crossed his arms and walked to you.

you rolled your eyes, “that’s exactly why i invited you to that diner, since you’re always around great entertainment i thought you would enjoy my mediocre singing” you laughed and took a drink.

“yes i just love terrible singing and when sage knocked over those couples drinks with their guitar,” Michael said and nodded his head. you giggled and nodded.

“that was pretty funny tho” you admitted and smacked his shoulder lightly.

you walked into the pirates cove section, Michael turned on the light since there was no window in there. you moved the curtain even though it said ‘out of order’.

Michael leaned against the wall, you inhaled sharply as the fox animatronic stared back at you, your eyes wide, the stance the animatronic was in was terrifying, it looked like it could run straight out of the curtain or like it was waiting for someone to open the curtain and be right in their face.

“holy shit” you mumbled and took a step back and bumped into Michael.

“that's foxy” he said, his hand coming to your shoulder.

“no, that is freaky as fuck” you responded, looking at it made you get goosebumps.

Michael moved from behind you and closed the curtain. “Here I'll show you the old ones” he said and grabbed your hand and turned the light off before leading you out of the room.

you could hear jeremy and mira laughing and singing while kim tried to get jeremy off of the table.

he took you to the storage room, the room was filled with labeled boxes, he guided you past the shelves.

“my dad doesn’t want to retire them but uncle henry said that they need to be more ahead of their times for business plus he doesn’t think they’re safe” he said.

you stood there looking at the old bunny suit, the old yellowing suit with a bowtie, the texture looked almost like real fur and you reached your hand out to touch it.

Michael reached his hand out to stop yours.

“i wouldn’t touch it” he said, bringing your hand back but not letting go. you looked at him, he was so close to you and you honestly don't think he’s ever been this close to you during the entire frenemies relationship you have. Michael’s cologne engulfed you and it was weirdly comforting.

you furrowed your brows and he could tell you were silently asking why.

“it has springlocks in it and its probably been ready to pop since its been a while, they made it so someone could wear it or it be an animatronic on its own, they had a problem with it and moisture. i don’t want you to get hurt” michael informed you and only one sentence stood out. his hand still holding yours.

your eyes went from his to his lips then back up, was it bad that you wanted to kiss him? did he look at you like this all the time?

maybe this was what mira and kim was talking about when they would bring up yours and michaels relationship, the soft bickering and stubbornness from both parties was what you two liked to put out, it made things fun and when asked about there being more the “no michael’s a fucking dick” and “she’s a bitch” was the common response, even when you both knew that was not the case.

you sat your drink on the shelf behind you and Michael got closer, you don’t know what made you so confident, you closed the small gap and connected your lips to his.

Michaels hand moved to your waist and pushed you back softly against the shelf, he didn’t push you away which was relieving and instead welcomed it with open arms like he had been waiting, and maybe he was waiting.

your hand moved to his neck and welcomed that the kiss was getting rougher.

you were about to move your fingers into his hair, the hair he took so much pride in and messed with all the time, the same stupid mullet you gave him so much shit for and said how bad it looked when in reality it just made him look good.

a loud sound, like something heavy running made you two jump away from each other but still keep your hands on each other.

“did you hear that?” you asked and tried to look around. your heart was beating fast.

“yeah” Michael breathed out, his heart beating just as fast as yours. He pulled away from you but took ahold of your hand, you quickly grabbed your drink as you were being pulled by him.

you both looked around, you didn’t know what to look for but michael knew. he could see from the corner of his eye he could see that chica had moved and now stood in a dark corner.

“did you guys hear that?” kim asked, which made you both jump again. you both pulled your hands away from each other.

you smiled at her, “told you it would be spooky” you giggled and she rolled her eyes.

“its getting really late, we should get ready to leave.” Michael said, walking towards the private party room.

you and Michael cleaned up the room while kim got mira, jeremy and steven collected and ready to leave.

kim went out first then mira, jeremy and steven and you followed behind to make sure they got through safely. Michael did a mental check of everything before crawling out himself.

you carried the bag that had empty cups, bottles and cans and some full ones.

“im just gonna take them to mira’s house” kim said, mira gave her the keys earlier.

“i’ll take y/n” Michael yawned and ran his hands through his hair which just made it fluffier.

“i think this is the only time you two have gotten along” kim laughed, you rolled your eyes and Michael mumbled “shut up”

once you helped get mira and steven in the car kim was saying her goodbyes.

“call me when you get home” you said as you hopped into Michael's truck and put the bag in the back.

“i will, get home safe” kim said and backed out.

a few minutes into the drive you spotted the cd you gave him. you leaned over and grabbed it.

“my singing is shit but you keep my cd in your truck?” you asked with a sly smirk, you watched Michael smile and shake his head.

“there's a reason it was on the floor” he quipped and leaned back in his seat.

“oh yeah, on the floor next to your playboy” you said and held up the magazine, Michael inhaled sharply and snatched the magazine from you and tossed it into the back.

“i have no idea what you’re talking about,” Michael responded and looked over at you.

you laughed and smacked his shoulder. “you can admit that you love my band, i won't tell anyone” you said.

Michael pulled into his driveway, his fathers car not there which did make him worry.

“there’s nothing to admit” he sighed, turning off the ignition.

“sure” you said, dragging it out as you undid your seatbelt.

you and michael got closer, you leaned against the center console and just when you were about to close the gap, you leaned back, smirked and shook your head.

“punishment for saying my singing is shit” you said and got out of the truck.

#micheal afton #micheal afton fnaf #fnaf micheal #micheal afton x reader #five nights at freddy’s x reader #five nights at freddy's #william afton #evan afton #elizabeth afton #micheal afton deserved better #micheal afton fanfiction #michael afton fanfic #michael afton x reader #michael afton #michael afton fnaf #michael afton x you

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tryingtofindava · 4 months

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HAII!!! can u do vanessa (movie) headcanons if she was ur girlfriend :3

𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐕𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬*ೃ༄

: ̗̀➛Back to source

AHHHHHHHH SHES ACTUALLY SUCH A CUTIE PATOOTIE <3

She try’s her absolute best to make you feel like the most special person on the planet!! (and in her eyes, you definitely are.)

CUDDLING!!! Lots of cuddles bcs she’s a snuggle bug and likes being near you. Pop on a movie while you guys just enjoy each other’s presence.

She probably take you to Freddy’s quite often. AND YOU CANT TELL ME SHE WONT MAKE YOU DANCE WITH HER WHEN THE MUSIC IS BLASTING THROUGH THE SPEAKERS.

Not that you’d complain.

Night drives in her car while it’s raining is a must. Maybe she even stop by McDonald’s and get a takeaway.

She’s a total flibbertigibbet in the relationship, AND DEFINITELY WOULD BE THE GOLDEN RETRIEVER STEREOTYPE.

Dates would include: long scenic walks through the woods or on the beach, or treating you to a nice dinner at some fancy restaurant.

You guys always try and one up each other when it’s your turn to host the date.

Trying to make pizzas at Freddy’s for Abby when Mike brought her to his shift. (You’s may or may not have burnt them)

Speaking of Mike, he was probably a tad confused on his first night when two random ppl showed up on the security cameras outside in the rain.

Holding her closely as she rants about her dad, pressing gentle kisses to her forehead.

And after the events of the FNAF movie, you make sure to visit her a lot during her coma. Bring her flower. And holding her hand.

(soz that it’s so short I can’t think up a whole lot lmao😭)

#five nights at freddy's #five nights at freddy’s x reader #fnaf movie #fnaf x you #vanessa shelly x you #vanessa shelly x reader #vanessa afton x reader #fnaf movie vanessa #fnaf movie x reader #security breach vanny #fnaf security breach

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randomanimaticse · 4 months

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Masterlists

Sonic the hedgehog Masterlist

Happy tree friends Masterlist

Cookie run Masterlists

Cult of the lamb Masterlist

Little Nightmares Masterlists

Doors Masterlist

Lego Monkie Kid Masterlist

Guardian Tales Masterlist

Five Nights at Freddy’s Masterlists

Baldi’s Basics & Education & Learning Masterlist

Skull Girls Masterlist

Mario Masterlist

Dokie Dokie Literature Club Masterlist

Undertale Masterlist

The Amazing Digital Circus Masterlist

Minecraft Masterlist

Poppy Playtime Masterlist

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fiona-my-love · 1 year

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I'm not sure if your FNAF Security Breach requests are open yet, but whenever it is, would it be possible to request a platonic reader who likes to headpat, boop, and hug Chica?

Glamrock Chica x affectionate! reader headcanons

- Oh, aren’t you just darling!

- I feel like she'd return it 10 fold, you could boop her and she'd literally grab you and start swinging you around in some kind of deadly hug 😭

- She would start expecting it. Like, once she's done performing, you BETTER hug her, or she'll think she did something wrong. Bless her heart fr

- She'd probably have to lean down for you to reach her head and beak, so whenever she wants one it's super obvious LMAO

- She’d probably have a noticeable favoritism towards you, always inviting you to eat.

- Believe it or not, she actually shares food with you!

- All in all, she loves affection!!! <3

#fiona writes #fnaf security breach #fnaf #fnaf x reader #fnaf sb #five nights at freddy's #security breach #five nights at freddy's security breach #fnaf glamrock #glamrock chica #fnaf glamrock chica #glamrock chica x reader #fnaf sb x reader #security breach x reader #five nights at freddy’s x reader #fnaf glamrock chica x reader #x reader

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kolsmikaelson · 3 months

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sleep deprived mike schmidt who’s too tired to fuck you after a long shift at freddy’s and keeps a multitude to toys in his bedside table to use on you when he gets home. when he gets home he makes a quick pitstop at abby’s room to check on her before making his way into your shared room where he finds you waiting on him. makeup done messily, nothing but the sheets on the bed covering your naked body. “which one y’want tonight, baby,” he murmurs, rubbing the drowsiness from his eyes, “this one?” he questions, holding up a lengthy pink dildo, knowing it’s your favorite one. it’s similar in size to him and the closest thing you can get to mike when he’s gone. he’ll drag it up and down the insides of your thighs before slapping it on your clit, loving the way your body jerks in response to him. before you know it, he’s roughly slamming the dildo into you, fucking you fast and hard with it, just the way you like.

#◜ caitee’𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗌 ✎ ˚✧ ꜝ #idk where this came from #mike schmidt #five nights at freddy's #mike schimdt x reader #mike schimdt smut #mike schmidt imagine #mike schmidt drabble #five nights at freddy’s x reader #five nights at freddy’s smut #five nights at freddy’s imagine #five nights at freddy’s drabble #josh hutcherson #josh hutcherson x reader

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yeetskreetreet · 1 year

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You and Michael being Gregory’s parents part 5...

Previous part:

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Life had gone back to normal easier then you thought it would. Both you and Gregory took off some time to recover after the night at the pizza plex. But soon enough, he was back in school and you were back at work.

You weren’t sure how Michael wanted to proceed. You knew you wanted him to stay away from Freddie’s as far as he could, but you also knew that was too much to ask for. It didn’t take you long to show him the box filled with stuff from over the years. Articles, photos, papers. He was quiet impressed, and spent a while looking through it all.

Michael felt a bit scared about entering your and you’re sons life. He wasn’t used to living a casual life, and he didn’t want to impose on yours. But you assured him that fitting into the home you and Gregory had wouldn’t be hard.

Since Michael knew he had to stay in shadows a bit, he started picking up hobbies inside the house. Since he himself couldn’t really eat, he hadn’t cooked in years. And before that he hadn’t really been a master chef. But turned out, he was able to get quiet skilled with the help of some cock books and time. Of course, there where still some ill tasting meals. Meals which you and Gregory sadly had to be the taste testers for....

But he couldn’t spend all day cooking of course. He could of course spend his time watching the immortal and the restless, but he also knew it wasn’t the most healthy to spend all day in front of the tv.

Instead he found himself, reading, gardening, drawing, and even knitting. Gregory did start calling him grandma as a joke, but he also wore the socks his father had made him proudly.

It was a normal day, when you had stayed home working. Gregory was in school, and you still had work so you didn’t see Michael a lot. But it was still strange, it wasn’t unusual for him to bring you coffee or tea when you were working from home.

When lunch arrived you decided to go and find him. You found him at the dining table looking through some photos.

“Hey mikey” he looked up, he seemed to have a sorrow full expression but he smiled slightly at seeing you.

“Hello hun” he sighed. You sat down beside him and looked at the photographs laying in front of you. They were all quiet old. They were mostly different pictures of the three same children. A bigger brown haired boy, a middle ginger headed girl, and a small youngest also brunette boy.

You were no stranger to these people. Even if you had never meet them, you knew how much Michael’s long gone siblings meant to him. And how important they were to his story.

He was holding a photo of the smallest boy, his little brother Evan. He seemed to have a lot on his mind.

“It’s his birthday today” he said after some time.

As you were sitting in a shared but understanding silence you heard the front door open.

“I’m home!” Gregory shouted while putting away his school bag. He walked into the kitchen, his smile falling a bit after noticing the sharp atmosphere.

you were a bit surprised at his arrival, you’d been so busy thinking that you didn’t notice the clock ticking. You smiled at him.

“Hi honey” you were on your way to invite Gregory to sit with you, but realised that maybe Michael wanted to be alone. You looked to you’re side only to se Michael looking between the picture he was holding and Gregory. You decided you’re self to take a look, and immediately understood why Michael was comparing them.

“They look alike” you said, so softly it was almost a whisper. Michael went back to looking at the picture before sighing.

“Yeah they do”

“I look alike who?” Gregory asked, now confused and feeling a bit left out. It went a bit quiet. It was nothing new that a young boy would look alike one of his relatives at a similar age. But this was also a relative whom you’d never fully introduced to Gregory. He was aware that Michael used to have a family but that they weren’t in his life anymore. He’d read a bit about the Aftons in the papers you’d spared, but his mind still didn’t have all the information to connect dots and know the whole story.

“Well... your uncle” you said after some silence. You heard Michaels breath hitch.

None of you had ever called him that. An uncle. But that was what he was after all, Gregory was Michaels son and Evan being Michaels brother would indeed make him Gregory’s uncle. But that was hard to think, that that little boy on the picture paper was an uncle. He simply looked too young, like he always would.

Gregory was a bit confused but also understood the mood more. He knew more about you’re family than Michaels and understood it had to be on his more mysterious fathers side this uncle was on. He slowly walked and sat down on the other side of Michael.

Michael hesitated at first, but then gave the photo over to Gregory. Gregory held the photo carefully and inspected it as such too. He then looked up at his father, then down at the photo, then up again.

“I actually think he looks more like you”

The boy said a little puzzled.

“Really?” Michael was caught of guard a little bit. He looked at the photo again when Gregory handed it to him. He had never thought about his likeness to his brother, but it wasn’t something that crossed his mind back then...

“Wait a second, give me the photo” you said and held your hand forward. Michael who was still a little confused gave it to you. You held it up and looked at your boys, and funnily enough, they at the time looked more like each other than the picture. They both had this puzzled look in their eyes, slightly raised eyebrows, and not quiet a frown but not quiet a smile.

You smiled and looked down at the picture again, it wasn’t a great picture per say. Evan didn’t look very delighted to have his picture taken, but he also didn’t look like he dared to object. You remembered another photo you’d seen before and started looking for it.

Michael and Gregory watched curiously as you found the picture you’d remembered. You smiled as you held the photo while comparing it to your boys and then handing it too them.

“I think if we use this picture, we can agree that you ALL THREE look alike” you said smiling.

Michael and Gregory looked at the picture tenderly. Michael was at first a little confused but then he remembered the memories this photo brought and could not help but smile.

It had been an early morning in the late 70’s Evan was barely four, Elizabeth was barely five and a half and he himself was soon to be thirteen. He had not gotten as bad yet, but his siblings still had a reason to be cautious around him. They’re father, William, had left that morning earlier than usual. With nothing but a note saying he had “business”. Michael, who had not set an alarm as it was Saturday, was woken up by his sister slightly hitting him.

“HEY WAKE UP” she then promptly screamed at him.

“I AM UP, WHY ARE WAKING ME UP” he roared back, until he remembered how mad his father would get every time he screamed and covered his mouth quickly.

“No need to worry, he’s gone” Elizabeth said with a blank bored look.

“Wait what?” Said Michael his eyes getting bigger. His sister had a hard time expressing emotions that wasn’t extremely happy or extremely sad and therefore he had a hard time grasping the situation.

“Yeah, he left a note” the ginger said pointing in the direction of the kitchen. Michael puzzled got up and promptly went to the kitchen, passing by little Evan on the way whom had waited outside the room in case he got mad when woken up by Their sister.

It was on the refrigerator Michael found said note, only stating...

“Important business, hopefully back tonight”

....that was all. No “foods in the fridge” no “remember to eat!” No “I’ll give you a dollar for helping with your siblings” nothing more.

Michael was used to his father being... well the way he was. But he wasn’t used to him just leaving them with almost nothing, and he wasn’t used to being put into responsibility without his father having to nag on him.

“Michael, I think you should make breakfast, since we aren’t allowed to touch the stove” Elizabeth broke him out of his state of building up hate, with a very true fact.

“.... well I guess your right” it was too early for Michael to think of a way to blow up his siblings, especially with the knowledge that they’re were only small kids, whom had also been abandoned, just like himself.

He started brining out some bread and beans, even tough they now lived in America, they couldn’t take this British delicacy away from him!

“I don’t particularly like beans” Elizabeth said matter of factly after she realised what her older brother was making. Michael sighed but still got out a carton of eggs, to make an egg sandwich for her instead.

“Hey Elizabeth, could you bring the juice and milk carton out?”

“HEY, I told you to call me Lizze!” The little girl said while jumping slightly.

“OKAY, okay! Lizze, could you please bring the juice and milk here.

“Okay!” Lizzie said, skipping away happily. While all of this was happening Evan was standing a bit away watching. He was quiet confused at the situation. He didn’t really get why father wasn’t there, and he didn’t really get why Michael was being helpful. But he couldn’t help but feel he needed to help. It took him some courage, seeing as he hadn’t talented to Michael in a few days, after he had gotten mad at him over something. Evan looked up to his brother, but he was feeling that as his brother was getting older, he was getting more agitated towards him.

After thinking deeply, he eventually brought a steeping stool beside Michael and stood up beside him on it. Michael looked over at him a little shocked.

“I wanna help” the little boy said quietly while looking down on the counter. Michael was a little confused, but couldn’t help but smile a little.

“Umm alright, some things are a little dangerous. But you could butter the bread?” The older brother saw this as okay as the butter knife wasn’t sharp.

“..okay!” Evan smiled, and looked quiet excited. He concentrated hard, trying to not get to much butter on the knife, and then trying to smooth it on good. While they were working away there, Lizzie had put out the juice and milk on the table. Michael saw this and grabbed a few spoons and a little box.

“Hey liz, you think you could put some cocoa in two mugs? I’ll warm the milk” he said smiling.

“Okay!” She said joyfully, she was particularly happy that her brother remembered she preferred juice over hot chocolate (except when it was freezing cold). Evan wasn’t really listening, as he was still very concentrated on the butter.

Michael managed to also set the table, and soon enough the simple breakfast was lined up for the three siblings. Beans on toast, egg toast with some hot chocolate and juice. Evan smiled big when he was handed his cup of hot chocolate, as he hadn’t realised that was what they where making while he put butter on the toast.

The siblings were happily eating in silence when The oldest broke it.

“Um, thanks liz for helping” he smiled awkwardly over at his sister. She beamed back.

“No problem!!”

“And uh, thanks to you Evan you’re quiet good with butter” he smiled at his brother. Evan looked at first puzzled, he couldn’t fully remember the last time Michael said thanks without being forced to by his father. Michael couldn’t stand Evan looking at him like that, so he reached over and ruffled his hair, promptly making the boy smile and giggle.

“...thanks for letting me help” Evan smiled, his hair much more wild than usual now.

“Oh my goddess Evan, you almost look like Michael now!” Lizzie said.

“We have to get a photo of this!” She continued, hopping down from her chair and getting the Polaroid camera. Both Michael and Evan was a little shocked but not for long before their sister was back.

“Here! You take it your better than me.” She said, handing the camera to Michael. Michael hesitated a bit then looked over at his brother.

“... is it okay?” He asked. Evan looked a little insecure, but taking in his brothers careful expression and his sisters happy one, he couldn’t help but politely smile and nod his head.

“Yeah it’s okay”

“Alright, smile!” Lizzie said

-Click-

Its was later in the day, they had all had made it trough and had eaten all three daily meals, and Evan an afternoon snack (and also some movie snacks, but their father didn’t need to know that). Michael had helped his siblings get to bed, and was himself now reading a magazine on his bed. The clock was a little over eleven in the evening, when he heard his fathers car park outside, and his father himself enter their house. It took him a while before he came to Michael, going to check on his sleeping siblings first. He heard his father standing outside, and how he stopped before his door for a second. He proceeded to then open the door without knocking, as usual.

Michael didn’t look up from his magazine.

His father cleared his throat, making Michael look up slightly.

“I assumed you helped your siblings trough the day... so thank you, you were helpful”

Michael looked at his father with same pretty blank slightly irritated expression.

“... for once”

Ah, there it was.

After that Mr Afton proceeded to walk away without closing the soon to be teens door, a habit he had gotten, presumably to make his son spite him more.

Michael huffed up from his bed and slammed the door shut.

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Back to current day at the dining table.

Nobody had said anything, both you and Gregory seeing how Michael was clearly living trough some memories. He’d ended up with a painful expression, making you reach out to put your hand on top of his. This made him snap back to reality a little. He came back even more, when a slightly smaller hand, belonging to his son was put on top his arm. This led him to smiling, the warmth reminding him of where he was, and how he would focus on the good memories.

“Yeah, we do actually look alike, all of us” Michael smiled. You all smiled, both you and Gregory feeling the sharp atmosphere fade away.

“Well then we have the important question... does my son look anything like me!!” You jokingly said getting up and crouching beside Gregory. Now it was true Gregory resembled his fellow brunette father a lot, but as Michael looked between you too. He couldn’t help but see how you have the exact same cheeky smile, and excited eyes.

“Oh yes... you both look like little devils whom are plotting against me via speaking trough your minds” Gregory was first taken aback, but then he smiled.

“If we could speak via our minds, I wouldn’t have to call you grandma to your face!!”

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It was later in the day, and Michael was watching the sun set. It was now fall and colder, but the sun still shined down the horizon. The rest of the day had been sweet and happy, you all cooking dinner together.

You had offered to wash the dishes, and Gregory had went to do some home work leaving Michael alone with his thoughts. He was soon interrupted though when he heard someone quietly come out and sit beside him.

It was Gregory, who had brought along the photograph of the little boy from earlier. He looked at the photograph and then at his father carefully. Michael realised he had something on his mind.

“It’s okay, you can ask something if you have questions” he smiled at his son. Gregory smiled a little back, and then dropped to a more serious expression.

“Is he... your brother..” he asked carefully.

“Yeah... he was” Michael said a little sad, but still smiling slightly. It took a Gregory a second to realised how his father had said “was”, and when he did he was washed over with some guilt for asking. Michael saw this and put his arm around him and smiled at him, to show him it truly was okay. Gregory was unsure of how to proceed. He wanted to ask more but didn’t want to make his dad sad. Without really thinking he asked...

“Did you love him?” After he realised what he said he stopped a little and looked a bit guilty. But Michael only patted his shoulder, to once again show him it was okay.

“Yeah... just not enough” Michael sighed.

Gregory thought it was a bit of a strange answer, but also felt it was enough for tonight. He leaned into his fathers side. Michael gladly hugged him closer and kissed his head.

...and I’ll never make that mistake again, Michael thought to himself.

You watched them from the glass door opening to your yard. Everything was truly perfect. In a way you could never believe before it could. In a way you couldn’t imagine, when you feel in love with a man who clearly had baggage. In a way you couldn’t imagine when that man disappears soon after you’d together had a son. In a way you couldn’t images when you were sitting there alone, raising a child whom you didn’t know what to tell about the mysterious disappearance of his other parent.

But it truly was perfect. So prefect you couldn’t help but silently join them. Putting your arms around them, and kissing both their heads.

Together watching the sun go down. Leaving your garden quiet and dark, the only light coming from your warm home, and the sparkling stars in the sky.

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And HERES PART 5 AFTER LIKE HALF A YEAR LMAO. I started writing this months ago and just had the start sitting in my drafts, even tough I had an idea I didn’t actually come up with the part with the second photo and flashback until now! I don’t know how but I randomly remembered that ask I got a few moths ago of someone saying how much they liked this story just motivated me, so thanks to that person ❤️❤️ I don’t know if any of my readers are still here waiting for part five, and I don’t know what my future of this blog will be. But I really enjoyed writing this, and hope you did too❤️

#michael fnaf #fnaf micheal #fnaf x you #fnaf gregory #fnaf security breach #fnaf x reader #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #five nights at freddy’s security breach #five nights at freddy’s x reader #michael afton x you #michael dadton #Michael is Gregory’s dad #Michael afton #michael afton x reader

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