#michael afton x y/n

[ffauthor]

Kinda new to this whole requesting stuff so please forgive me if it’s confusing

Could you possibly write a Michael Afton x reader in which reader is Henry’s eldest daughter? Maybe Michael and reader might be kissing and Henry catches them in the act? I'll leave the rest up to you! :D

Hey! Thank you so much for requesting this! I'd love to write this! :D

It's not confusing at all!

Sorry if this isn't due to your expectations, I loved writing this.

y/f/f= your favorite flower,

In which reader is Henry's daughter/son.

Cw: Cursing, bestfriends with.. benefits?

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''No! Just, please. y/n.'' Michael has been walking around the room quickly, craving his hands over his face and covering his eyes.

''Please, just hear me out.'' You have been hearing him out, that's the whole problem. You always heard him out, and even now with your hands playing with the guitar strings and your sight glued to his. You never did anything else but hear him out, because you cared about him. You truly cared about him to the point you would be damned if anything ever happened to him.

Michael was your best friend, and you hated to know that you might lose your best friend over a stupid thing he did.

You couldn't blame Michael though, you were nothing more than friends. You weren't even together, but it hurt seeing Michael smile at a girl in your class, the girl you spend all your breaks with and do all of your school projects with. She became one of your closest friends.

It still hurt seeing Michael put effort into getting to know her. It hurt seeing him become distant from you to hang out with.. her. But what hurts the most is that you had no reason to hate her, because she was everything you wished to be. She was perfect, for Michael. She was perfect for everyone around.

So when you saw Michael, looking at you with this saddened expression and his fingers intertwined with hers you speeded out of the cafeteria. You didn't care where you were going, all you wanted was to get as far away from him as possible. You were afraid that after not talking to him for weeks would cause you to break down, to maybe be weak in the knees again, for him.

Because as much as you wanted it to not be true, you liked him. You actually caught feelings for him, and although it hurt, it felt too damn right.

And that brings you here, stuck in one of the music rooms with your 'best friend' only inches away from you. He's now fidgeting with his fingers, making you wonder if he's as nervous as you are right now, stuck in a position you wished to never get in.

Confrontation.

''I'm listening Michael... I have been listening!'' you get ahold of the sudden raise of tone as you feel your eyes burn slightly, your heart raising. ''Please, If I knew you... liked me, I wouldn't have treated you like this.'' you held your breath, afraid to bust your cover even tho it has already been blown.

''I- Michael, I don't like you. I mean.. not like that.'' you looked away, you wouldn't dare to look at him any longer. Not after those few words, not after damn well knowing you weren't only lying to him, but to yourself too.

And maybe Michael knew, or maybe he didn't, whatever it was, he would never like you back.

Michael started to chuckle as he rubbed his hand on your chin.

''Don't lie to me, sweetheart. Come on, I can see the lie written on your face.''

''You get shy when you lie, you look away. I can read you like a goddamn book y/n.''

''Don't hide from me, please.'' His voice was so desperate yet so passionate and.. truthful. He tilted your head a little bit so you were looking him in the eyes, those goddamn blue eyes that would let you drown right there at the moment.

You were desperate for his touch, maybe to even feel his lips burst onto yours but you couldn't help but push him away. ''This... This is wrong Michael.''

His hand gets lifted off your chin, and he takes a step back to keep some space between the two of you. Michael would lie if he said he didn't feel a little taken aback by you pushing him away, maybe because he didn't want anything else but to hold you and tell you a thousand times how sorry he was, in multiple different ways.

''Y/n..''

''No, Michael. We- You, can't do this. You have a.. a.. girlfriend.''

''Even though- I wouldn't want anything else but this-... It won't.. work.''

''You should probably go... if she sees u-'' Lips crashed straight onto yours, his lips. His soft light pink lips against your reddened ones.

It formed butterflies in your stomach, it caused you to widen your eyes and have your hands hang loosely, while he made its way in your hair, holding the side of your head and cheek cupped.

It is that he pulled away, otherwise this kiss would probably.. have turned into a make-out session. I mean, it's not like you would have minded tho. You already forgave him the moment his hand touched your chin. The feeling was magical, and the kiss really finished it.

''These flowers, these y/f/f's you love the most? they were for you, okay? I wanted to give them to you. I wanted to give them to the most beautiful girl right here in front of me. But I was a coward because I was too scared to give them to you because I was scared I was gonna ruin our friendship, and so I wanted to ask F/N if they could give them to you.''

''But I couldn't even ask it because she got the wrong idea... and so she kissed me. And - And I know that is not an excuse... I really know that but- I swear I pushed her away, okay? you just ran away t-''

He gets interrupted by a hard smack against his cheek, coming from your own strength. You had a tear roll down your cheek as a smile formed on your face. Michael's face was priceless to see, you have to admit.

''You really are a goddamn asshole, Michael Afton,'' you mumble, intertwining your fingers with his as you press your lips back against his. You could feel him smile against your lips as he took you by the waist and deepened the kiss a little bit, mumbling in between.

''I deserved that.''

The door of the classroom opened with a slam, making you both flinch and end the kiss in a heartbeat. The loss of his warmth makes you groan.

''You've got to be fucking kidding me.''

''Seriously? my best friend's son out of every guy you can get?'' You hear the voice of your father saying, his figure in the doorway matching it completely. He threw the well-known bouquet of flowers that Michael meant to give you on the floor just in front of you two.

''I think you forgot those'' Before you placed your head on Michael's chest, Michael's arms wrapped around your body.

''Hey- Mr. Emily.''

[simpingladyforyourmom]

IT'S FINALLY KINKOTBER MOTHEFUCKERS!!!

NOW IMMA NEED Y'ALL BITCHES TO GET Y'ALL SHIT READY CAUSE I WANT ME SOME GOOD SMUT

[storyafterdark]

in no au of mine does mike survive to reach his 30s but. hey. musing.

as per usual. its out on twitter @/Story_AfterDark

[skyeconch]

POV : Michael Afton is your bestie

Dividers credit : @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

[joshfutturman]

[redcoralpot]

U Malatu - Mike Schmidt x M! Reader

Summary: Mike gets a call back on the ad he had sent out for a new babysitter for Abby. While they were interested in the job, Mike was more than interested in them.

Warnings: NSFW content (masturbation), and mentions of murder.

Word Count: 1.55K

Notes: Consider this a gift for the gay Mike simps!!

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Mike had expected nothing of it, really. He had paid a newspaper company a few dollars to display ads for a babysitter in their daily papers; a last ditch attempt before starting his new job at a local pizzeria. He was working the night shifts, and with his office being in the middle of a highly dangerous, abandoned building, he hesitated in bringing his little sister along. Abby was only ten years old– who knows what she would get into?

So, when his phone rang with a call from an unknown number, Mike immediately answered, “Hello?”

Radio silence from the other end. His mother always had warned him about spam. 

His finger hovered over a red button, ready to end the call, when a noise froze any movement, “Um… are you Mike Schmidt?”

“Yeah, this is him.”

The caller cleared their throat, “Okay, so, I’m calling about a babysitting ad I saw at a local diner; I’m interested. Is it possible for us to meet there to discuss details?”

“Woah, hold on. What’s your name?” Mike questioned, folding his jacket over a chair.

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll meet you outside of Sparky’s at four o’clock. I’m looking forward to it!”

“Wait–” That was the only thing he could respond with before the line cut out, and his home screen went back to normal.

Suspicious. Maybe he should have gone a different route than dropping the opportunity of watching over a vulnerable child into just anyone’s hands, but it was too late to turn back now. Sparky’s was a public place, at least, so this person would not be able to hurt Mike without getting caught. If he got any weird feelings from them, he’d immediately call it off and go home. 

Mike glanced at the oven clock, ticking away at time like it was nothing. Currently, it was only three, and the drive to the popular diner was only fifteen minutes away. Well, shit. He was too desperate to pass this up, not with the court constantly watching his back. Mike groaned, rubbing the bridge of his nose, dreading his first shift already.

He ended up needing that extra time to get Abby comfortable enough for him to leave, and oh, how stubborn she was. Mike had to carry her over his shoulder just to get her into her bedroom, where she had plenty of sensory toys and items to occupy herself with. Additionally, Mike had put extra care into making sure she had the opposite too, such as noise canceling headphones in case the neighbor decided to mow his lawn again. The last time he saw her, she was huddled up on her desk again, using crayons to draw scribbly pictures of her imaginary friends. Yeah, imaginary. They weren’t real, as much as Abby claimed they were.

By the time he had gotten in the car, started it, and driven to Sparky’s, he was five minutes late. Yet, from his windshield, he could see a man in a quirky uniform sitting outside the main doors. Mike couldn’t see the details of the stranger– he needed to get his eyes checked– but he witnessed them flinch at the sound of his car door slamming. As he approached, the man jumped up with a sparkle in their eye, and held out a hand.

“Mike Schmidt?”

He didn’t shake it, causing the hand to fall awkwardly to your side, “Yeah.”

“Uh, anyways, I saw your ad. The diner hands out a paper full of ads with their menus, you see, and yours caught my eye.”

“You mentioned that.”

The man had a lopsided grin on his face, and you chuckled; the sound sent a spark up Mike’s spine, “Yes, yes I did. I make decent money, but I’m also looking for a bit of a side job too. Babysitting was on the top of my list, ‘cause I love kids.”

“Do you have any actual experience with it?”

“I was a babysitter for my first job in highschool,” he rambled, “my favorite kid was a little boy from a local daycare. His mom said he got diagnosed with autism and she needed extra help taking care of him during the evenings. He was a delight!”

“Why did you stop?”

“Ah, it’s a shame. Fritz, the little guy, was one of the kids that went missing at a pizzeria a while back. His mom was never the same after that, and I felt guilty that I wasn’t there.” You shuffled closer to the doors, shoulders tense.

“A pizzeria?”

You shrugged, “It got shut down soon after that. I guess when a couple of kids disappear into thin air in a restaurant, parents aren’t keen on bringing their children there anymore.”

Mike opened his mouth, ready to ask another question, but you stopped him, “Listen, I gotta go, this was my break. You have my number, right?”

He nodded, and you replied with your pinky and thumb sticking out of a fist, held to your ear. Mike watched as you disappeared into the diner, curiosity and another, more unknown feeling creeping up his chest. He remembered it so well, looking back on it.

-

Nowadays, Abby loves you. Mike could lean on the doorway, and a smile would tug on the corners of his lips as he watched you make shapes with your hands. A light was set in her room specifically for this purpose, as the shadows cast would mimic whole storylines. His little sister would view it in glee; the tales always accompanied by voice acting, your doing. Mike even started, in the back of his mind, to prefer the idea of spending the night like that instead of in front of a collection of security cameras. He observed your hands, how your body moved, your face, and more embarrassingly, your lips.

Mike studied how gentle and sickeningly sweet your voice was when you praised Abby, but also the stern expression that played in your eyes when she misbehaved. You would glance up at him sometimes, the manner still stained, and a heady feeling would slam into his brain. The experience always only lasted a few seconds, when his little sister would grumble again, and you were pulled back towards her. Frankly, there were times when Mike wished you would continue, though he’d never admit it. He pushed it down with everything else.

Alas, that can only work for so long– a man has needs. Those needs surface at the worst possible time, and for Mike, that was on his endless night shift at the pizzeria. He cursed under his breath, feeling his dick straining against his jeans. The feeling of your hand manhandling him out of his own front door was imprinted on his shoulder, even if his uniform vest covered it. Just thinking about it sent a shiver down his spine, and he closed his eyes as his eyebrows scrunched together.

“F-fuck.” He whispered. 

His seat shook as Mike shifted in it, fidgeting, unable to focus on the bright screens on his desk. The more he tried ignoring it, the more depraved thoughts infected his head. A finger trailed up the seam of his pants, his breath hitching, where it finally landed on the button holding it all together. Mike bit his lip and unbuttoned it, a whine escaping him as he palmed himself. 

He imagined it was you that was doing it, your strong palm cupping his crotch as easily as you did a mug at home. He snaked fingers into his boxers, sliding himself out of the top, and rested his forehead against the wood under the cameras. His dick twitched at the movement, and he brushed against the tip. Mike huffed as he slid his hand down, and then up, repeating; spreading precum as it came out. What else could you do with that strength?

Could you manhandle him on his hands and knees? You could, he knew, and you would trail your hands down his body. So very gentle, so very kind, for what you were about to do. You could hold his hips still to prevent him from thrusting up into your hand, as he whimpered in complaint. Sweat dripped down his forehead as he felt the stickiness grow in his hand; you could call him the most pathetic things and he wouldn’t be able to do anything about it. A pet, a slut, a little whore.

Mike let out a quiet moan, “Please…”

He’d face away from you as you thrust your own against his cock, not even earning the privilege to look at you. You would treat him as only a toy to use, whenever, and however you wanted. His ass would be red from how hard your skin slapped against his; the sting only sending down zaps of pleasure. You wouldn’t even bother taking off your own clothes, only his. 

“That’s it, that’s a good boy,” you’d grunt.

That same heady feeling slammed into Mike again, but this time was different– this time it was accompanied by a white flash in front of his eyes. His body seized upwards, drool smearing against the desktop. The guard felt warmth drip down his palm, onto his pants and the floor. For the first time in what felt like forever, he let out a deep, shaky breath. 

The stain was going to be hard to explain.

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[charlottecutepie]

｡ꪆৎ ˚ Bully (Michael Afton x fem!reader)

while I'm writing fics with William (and making some people’s requests!), i decided to post Michael smut bc there’s lack of content about this boy :)

summary: you're mad at both Simon and Michael for not helping you with project. But guys only mock you, saying stupid jokes about your ex. Wait, was it you or Michael’s voice sounded rather… jealous?

tags: Michael is jealous and kind of possessive, bully!Mike, mention of break up, smut, vaginal sex, fingering, multiple orgasms, kind of rough sex?? (Michael can’t control himself), William Afton mentioned

"Stop smoking." in a loud, angry tone, you tell to a couple of guys beside. One of them turns around and blows smoke right in your face, laughing. "Fuck you, Simon."

"Don't tell me what to do, tuts," Simon frowns and leans against his friend Michael, who was busy reading comics, not paying attention to you. "You've been too nervous and angry lately." guy notices. "Is it because of your ex?"

"Of course, no dick and she's all worked up." Michael adds fuel to the fire without even bothering to turn to you. However, his back stiffened.

"What are you talking about? What does this have to do here? We have a fucking project together and I'm only one doing something, that's why I'm mad at you!"

Simon didn't answer because he just didn't know what to say. You were right. He and Michael didn't do shit, only you worked on the task. Simon just gave you a blank look, raising his eyebrows mockingly. There was a rage boiling inside you that almost made your face turn red.

"Ran after him like a tail." Michael lets out a strangled laugh, finally turning to you, his fingers clutching the comic. "You really loved that boy so much, didn't you?"

Now it's your turn to shut up. Insults and obscenities rise in your throat, threatening to jump out. Michael's face didn't flinch for a second as he continued to pierce you with blue eyes, as if trying to make you uncomfortable, which was puzzling. Michael has always been like this: aggressive, with cruel and stupid jokes, cheeky taunts. But why do his words sound like he's jealous now? Why so much attention to your personal life?

"You two are completely useless, I'll have to ask teacher to pair me with other students." you sigh, putting all your notes, notebooks, sunglasses in your bag, and the next second you leave both guys behind.

Their behavior, especially Simon, who was like Michael's faithful dog, doing everything just to get approval from its owner, infuriated and caused indignation. But more than that, you were hurt their comments about your personal life. Your ex has nothing to do with it.

You go back to school walking through empty corridors since classes have already ended. Of course, you'd have been home a long time ago, too, but thanks to a couple of jerks, you're stuck here until tonight. You angrily punch Michael's school locker, ripping off the poster of his favorite rock band.

"Fuck you, Michael Afton!" you swear, crumpling the poster in your hands and throwing it on the floor.

You had no idea that someone was following you slowly and carefully through the corridors.

Upset and frustrated, you enter lady's bathroom, go to the mirror and look at yourself carefully. Why, you think, he broke up with me? What happened between us?

You straighten your hair, carefully laying it on your shoulders, without interrupting eye contact with your reflection. You need to push these thoughts away, now is not the best time for self-reflection, you need to gather your strength and finish this damn project.

You try to find something in your bag as you take out a lip gloss from your makeup bag. And again feeling of sadness and longing comes through. Now it feels wrong and hurtful whenever you look at that gloss. Your boyfriend always liked it when you applied it. And now it's a painful reminder that will haunt you for a long time. It's just not fair.

Just when you're about to throw that lip gloss in the trash, someone comes into the bathroom. You think it's another girl, so you don't pay attention.

"It was my favorite poster." Michael's voice is slightly angry. An unpleasant surprise is reflected on your face as you turn to him, pressing lip gloss to your chest. This is definitely not what you expected to see in the women's bathroom.

"What the fuck are you doing here?!" you hiss at Afton, looking him up and down. "You've been following me?"

"Knowing what a crybaby you are, it was the right decision." Michael shoves his hands into the pockets of his ripped jeans, leaning against the wall. "What if you went to hang yourself? And then Simon and I would be accused of driving to suicide."

"Stop your idiotic jokes at least now! Can't you see that I feel too bad?" you grit your teeth and frown. Your voice sounds offended. Michael's behavior has always been infuriating, but now it crosses all boundaries.

"My father taught me that if a girl is upset, she needs to be supported. That's how all gentlemen behave." the young man says with a sneer.

"Fuck you and your dad, Mike," you shout. "you're just like him, you selfish jerk!"

"Mmm," Michael nods, grinning. "the apple doesn't fall far from the tree."

You are silent again, not knowing what to say to this insolence. Does Afton really think that in eyes of other people, he's all cool and cocky? Doesn't he realize how stupid his behavior is? Yes, he is certainly a copy of his dad, Mr. Afton, but with a slight difference. The last one has at least some brains.

"My eyes are up here, honey," Michael grins, noticing your gaze. You blink in surprise, raising an eyebrow. "Come on, aren't you ashamed of yourself?"

"I didn't even look there, you idiot." you fold your arms over your chest and turn away, lifting your chin. That's when Michael pushes you against the wall, towering over you.

"Sure." he can't help but smile stupidly. "I must say, you have beautiful eyes, princess. That's what he called you, right?" there was something wrong with Michael's intonation, even this mockery sounded like he wanted to hurt not you, but himself. There was definitely a hint of jealousy in the young man's tone, although you didn't pay attention to it.

With every action and word of Michael, anger grows inside you, which has been accumulating all this time. And then the mixture of all the negative emotions finally reaches the top. You can't get over how much of an asshole Michael is. You'd do anything to shut him up, just to show him his place. But it doesn't take much time, the anger breaks out. Putting the lip gloss back in the bag, you raise your hand and slap Michael hard in the face.

Afton's cheek burns from your blow, it hurts unpleasantly so it takes him a couple of seconds to come to his senses, then he raises his head at you. His hand instantly reaches for the red mark, stroking it to ease the pain. Yes, it was insulting, even a little humiliating, but again he hides it behind an arrogant and satisfied grin.

However, his next words are strangely surprising.

"You know what?" Michael says in a calm voice. "That was hot."

You look at him, not even hiding your disgust at his words. Michael is such an asshole, even much worse than Simon and their two other bully friends. No wonder why Afton is the leader of their stupid bully four.

Just as you're about to slap him again, Afton grabs your wrist, pulling you closer to him. Your eyes widen with shock from his his behavior, you try to break free. Your heart is beating faster from misunderstanding. Being in the hands of a bully, in such an intimate position, when anyone can enter here, makes the situation even more dangerous.

"How stupid of him to lose a beautiful girl like you," Michael whispers, looking at your face, at how your lips are trembling. "I'll repeat, my father taught me to support when girl is sad." the last thing he says before leaning in for a kiss.

For a second, everything in your body, especially brain, stopped working, you froze. Even though Michael is holding you, you don't even try to pull away. Afton's actions become bolder because he sees no resistance, so he tries to get his tongue into your mouth. And that's when you finally realize what's going on and push him away.

"Fuck off, you idiot." you mumble, looking at him point-blank.

"I see that such support isnt enough." Michael bares his teeth and pushes his knee right between your legs what makes your skirt rise a little. At that moment, you blush and try to pull it back, but Michael's hand stops you.

You froze in another shock from another sudden kiss. You expected him to do everything but that. You try to push him away, but it's hard to get out of his grip. Or is it you who's fighting too weakly? At first kiss doesn't seem so pleasant, but then Michael deepens it as his hand moves to your waist, hugging you. The kiss gets more intense when you start responding, your body melts under Afton's touch. You don't even have time to keep up with your thoughts, confused by your own actions.

His lips suddenly feel so warm and pleasant which makes you want more, crave even more of this feeling: to be held like this, to be kissed like this even if it's Michael damn Afton. You wrap your arms around his neck, kissing him harder. This isn't what you planned when you went here.

When he pulls away from you, you are in oblivion, heat is burning inside. Michael looks at you hungrily, not understanding why you responded. He lets you go and you stumble away from him, but after a moment your back hits wall. You're trying to figure out what just happened. Did he really just kissed you? And you responded with same? Why did this happen at all? There are more questions than answers.

Your heart is pounding as you stare at him, into his eyes, trying to read the answers in them. He caught you off guard, but you didn't push him off right away, you even started responding. The bitter truth is that you liked it more than you wanted to admit. The way he kisses, kind of rude but so hot… It caused an exciting pleasant feeling. But you don't understand how you can be attracted to this bully, in fact, a tormentor, a brute. All thoughts are fucked up and your legs feel like cotton wool.

Michael is elated to see the confusion on your face.

"Little miss hard-to-get," he says, running a finger over his lips. "always trying to be unapproachable." you're staring at him, heart is still pounding from the kiss. You can't find words. Michael feels your vulnerability and it only gives him confidence. "Don't pretend you didn't like it," he says with a sly grin. "I know it by the way you melt in my arms.

So he's also a romantic. However, he sucks at making tremulous speeches.

Feeling of annoyance reappears.

You try to deny it, but deep inside you know that Michael's words are true. You hate what's happening, what you've gotten yourself into. You blame yourself for enjoying it. A feeling of incomprehensible and inexplicable resentment grows inside: why couldn't HE make you feel like this? Why does it have to be Michael? It's unfair.

It's wrong to be aroused by Michael, to feel a pleasant tingling in the lower belly. Wrong, you keep telling yourself. You need to slap that cocky face one more time and get out of here. Forget about everything that just happened.

Why the hell does it have to be Michael? You have to act like this with your boyfriend, it's almost cheating. But a second later, a bitter realization comes to your clouded mind. Right… You don't have a boyfriend anymore.

Michael sees the contradiction on your face and decides to try his luck, as if reading your mind.

"Maybe I'm the one you should be with," he leans closer. "I mean look at me," he says, pointing at himself. "I'm handsome, confident and I know how to treat a girl." he chuckles softly.

No way! You shake your head trying to come to your senses. You know what he's doing, trying to manipulate emotions by hitting on your weak spot: ex. But for some reason, you don't deny his words. It's strange, the feeling of impermanence, misunderstanding is infuriating. And Michael is like some kind of drug right now that you can't resist. Your palms sweating.

You're trying to regain your composure, push him away. But you don't don't strength, especially moral one, to do that. So you just look into his blue eyes, trying to understand the strange feeling inside.

"Have you been jealous all this time?" you ask, without realizing the question yourself, now you are acting only on emotions.

That's when the picture finally starts to show up… Michael's words, actions. All those stares, all those sneers. It was Michael's jealousy, which he could only show in this way.

"Jealous?" he repeats, his eyes widen slightly at your question. Michael was even surprised that you understood so quickly. "You have a rich imagination."

But you know better now. You didn't notice it at all before, spending all your time with your boyfriend. But others, especially Michael's friends, noticed the way he looked at you. Now it's getting clearer, now you see it. He was motivated and is still by something more than just hatred and the desire to mock you forever.

"Don't lie, you're really jealous." it seems that your words hurt him more than you thought. He looks away, staring at the floor.

"Maybe," Michael admits quietly. "maybe i am."

You feel a strange sense of victory, realizing that you've figured out reason of his stupid behavior. But at the same time, you feel guilty. You shouldn't like how the situation is developing and where it's all leading.

When you look into Michael's eyes, the tension only increases. It's as if all the pent-up emotions have been spilling out for so long, turning into an inexplicable lump that confuses both of you.

Suddenly his hands pull your hips closer to him, and you feel his erection through his pants. You both sigh from the close contact. Michael leans in kissing you again, his fingers sliding under your t-shirt, tracing the outline of your breasts. You moan softly into his mouth. Afton pulls away and begins to cover your chin line with hot, wet kisses, then your neck. You tilt your head back, closing your eyes, surrendering to the sensations. You don't want to think so you drive common sense and thoughts away.

Michael slips his fingers behind your bra, unbuttoning it. After that, he gently rolls your nipple in his mouth, sucking on it a little. You exhale, clutching at his hair. This is madness, it's impossible to stand it anymore. Michael's lips leave a trail of passionate kisses along your collarbone, his fingers teasingly descend to your stomach. He stops for a moment to look at you, a smirk playing on his lips.

"You know," he begins, his voice already hoarse with arousal. "I can get any girl I want."

You bite your lip, trying not to show how much you enjoy it. You realize that Michael is just trying to play on your nerves.

"Yeah?" you ask, trying to hide a groan. "Then what makes me so special?"

Michael grins darkly, his fingers tracing your sensitive nipple.

"I don't know," he replies, and gets a menacing look from you that says he's about to get a smack on head. "Maybe it's because you're so damn sexy when you play hard to get."

His compliments and flirting, if you can call it so, are pretty stupid and dumb, but then why do they cause pleasant goosebumps that cover the whole body? You want this. You need him. You can feel desire intensifying with every second, body craves his touch. You turn to face the wall, pressing your butt against his hard-on, letting him know exactly what you want, even though Michael understood everything a long time ago. And he wants the same thing.

"That's it," he breathes, giving you a kiss on the neck. "You want me to fuck you, don't you?"

"Yes," you're squirming. "I want you to fuck me." you meet his gaze, giving him puppy eyes.

Without wasting a second, he lowers his hand down, his fingers push your soaked panties aside, exposing your already dripping pussy to the cool air.

"God, you're so fucking wet…"

Michael's fingers slide between your folds, exploring your wet cunt. Your knees are buckling, and you have to lean against the wall to keep your balance. Michael smiles slyly, his fingers sweetly toying with your clit. You're whimpering, snuggling up against him, pushing up your skirt. He sighs noisily, thrusting two fingers into you at once, sliding them deeper and deeper inside, stretching you as your body shudders with pleasure.

"Lovely, such a good girl." he mutters, still moving his fingers. "cum for me, cum on my fingers." he whispers.

You grab onto the wall as a pleasant shiver runs through your whole body. Michael continues to stimulate your clit, making you arch. And you reach the peak, your body shivers.

"I've wanted you for so long." his hand turns your face to him, Michael looks deep into your eyes. "Your ex," he says in a low and angry voice. "he's a loser, a real idiot, because he couldn't satisfy you. That's why you're here, with me, in my arms."

Your desire is mixed with guilt, realizing what Michael is hinting at. You think you've somehow betrayed your ex by falling into the hands of someone else. But it's not like that. And Michael will prove it to you.

"You're mine now. That bastard missed his chance." Michael says, pressing his lips to yours.

As soon as Michael's words reach you, he straightens up and pulls your body closer, spreading your legs. He rubs his hard cock against your wet entrance and you shudder again in anticipation, responding to his caresses.

Michael pushes inside you, trying to stifle the desire to fuck you hard and rough, to make you cry, to make you forget that you ever dated anyone before him. Jealousy devours him and a disgusting picture forms in his brain… of you hugging and kissing HIM. But not Michael.

He stops, he pulls almost out only to slam back inside again, this time much deeper. Your walls tighten around his cock, waves of pleasure overwhelm both of you. Michael exhales loudly, squeezes your hips and picks up speed, furiously driving into you.

He can't control himself.

You scream into your own fist, all thoughts of the wrongness of the situation disappear, Michael hits all the right places, causing you to moan sweetly. Each hard thrust echoes with vulgar sound of skin slapping against skin, which only excites you both more. Michael holds you tightly, fucking you as you move your hips in response to his thrusts. The orgasm grows again, a tight knot of pleasure twists in your lower abdomen.

"Michael, I'm… I'm gonna!…" you whimper.

Michael growls in response, already breaking into a wheeze. Sweat rolls off his forehead and he frowns as he continues to ruin your sweet pussy. He likes to hear you lose touch with the world around, knowing full well that he's reason of it. Pushing into you harder and faster, he lowers his hand between your legs, finding your clit with his thumb, ripping off another moan from you.

You cry, arching your back, his finger starts tracing your sensitive nub. The additional stimulation pushes you to the limit, your pussy walls clenches hard around his dick. Orgasm hits you like a wave, forcing you to swallow air.

But even when you're shaking from overstimulation, Michael doesn't stop. He continues to thrust, desperately driving deeper, already reaching your cervix, determined to show you what good sex is. Aggression, jealousy and resentment flare up inside him, regardless of the fact that you're completely his now, he cannot contain his emotions. He grabs you by the neck, squeezing just a little. Michael buries his nose in your hair, hiding his face in it and breathing heavily.

Michael fucks you so hard, so furiously, so fast that there's lack of air in your chest.

"His cock wasn't good as mine?" he pulls back slightly, leaving a kiss on your shoulder. It's like he purposely leaves bite marks and kisses to make sure that you really belong only to him.

You can't think, your eyes roll back in pleasure. You can only mumble plaintively to yourself.

"Yes! Your cock is so good, so good!. . ." you admit between ragged breaths. Michael smiles dreamily, feeling a sense of triumph, such recognition fills him with pride.

"That's right, baby," he bites your earlobe. "all you need is me."

The pleasure becomes all-consuming, hitting right into brain. Michael growls raggedly, feeling that hes also close. Another orgasm snaps in you, a discharge passes through your body. Mike also reaches his climax. His body is shaking. He pulls out of you at the last moment, cumming on the wall, moaning through clenched lips.

Both of you are just standing there, panting and trying to come to your senses. But you feel weak, still not understanding a single bit of what happened. You almost fall, but Michael holds you tight, both bodies sweaty and hot. Michael closes his eyes, breathing down your neck. Unlike you, he is aware and understands well what happened because he planned it all. Anger leaves him, but not jealousy. Michael is a very jealous person, especially when it comes to you.

The muscles begin to relax, a pleasant fatigue covers your body. Suddenly you feel his teeth digging into your neck, leaving a small painful bite. Michael runs his tongue over the small wound, at the same time his hands begin to squeeze your breasts, as if he is afraid to let you go.

"You're disgusting." you're mumbling.

"I take after my father." Michael answers you, not hiding the joy in his voice.

Though Michael will throw away the lip gloss anyway.

[luneariaa]

my first time writing for him, and man-- the movie is so so good and i LOVED IT SOO MUCH!! 😭💜💜

just smth to imagine about waking up next to mike, fluff till the end. had to get used to writing him as well :")

. dividers by @/cafekitsune !! 💜

Michael is starting to be awaken by several soft pokes on his cheeks; a quiet giggle follows soon after. You've been doing it in hopes of being able to wake him that way.

Or you just love to bother him a bit more.

"Wakey wakey, Mike.."

His eyes gradually open, and he reaches out to hold you close to him. Still in a half-asleep mood, he finally speaks out in a low tone.

"Good morning, beautiful."

"And good morning, love." You answer it back without hesitation, clinging onto him with a sleepy-sounding giggle.

"I think it's better if we--" he caresses your back tenderly, wanting to feel you near him as possible. "-- just cuddle more."

You just hummed in reply, cuddling up to him much longer. He places a kiss on your forehead; shifting his gaze momentarily to the alarm clock nearby.

"It's already that time..?"

You didn't spare any glance at where he was looking, just nodded slightly. "Mhm.. Pretty early still."

"Yeah.. Still too early." Mike would say as he runs his fingers on your cheek lovingly. A small smile is present on your features as he does so, clearly loving the way he treats you at the moment.

Noticing your smile, he couldn't hold back one for himself and soon began to place small feathery kisses all over your face-- slowly trailing down to your neck, and your collarbone.

"Miiike that tickles-!!" You whined while laughing at the sensation he was giving you, holding onto him in the process.

He shushes you softly, before giving you a peck on your lips; continuing to shower your face with kisses.

"Abby might wake up soon.." You murmur while giggling more-- kissing his nose a bit. "You love me this much, huh?"

He just gives you a lovesick grin at your comment, moving his arms onto your waist.

"Of course I do-"

Loud knocks on the locked bedroom door filled the air; startling you slightly at the sudden noise.

"Miiiike-!!"

Abby starts to call out for her brother through the door, which causes him to groan as he snaps back to reality.

"Crap.. What time is it now?"

His tone sounded a bit irritated as he mumbled. You spare some glance at the alarm clock and your eyes go wide.

"She's gonna be late for school!" And with that words alone is enough to make him jump off from the bed.

the end lowkey seemed rushed,, ;_;

© 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚜.

[tryingtofindava]

Could you write for Teen Michael & Fem reader who's the exact opposite of him (kind, girly, nice, ect..) and they are in a relationship?🥰 Thank you!!

𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐰 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝! 𝐒/𝟎 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬*ೃ༄

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THIS MAN LOVES WHEN HIS S/O IS GIRLY!!He just loves total girly girls in general tbh.

He likes that you two are so different from each other, opposites attract ig.

I think he likes girly partners better bcs he gets to call them really feminine pet names.

His pet names would consist of: Darling, Love (He’s British guys, it’s in his blood to call you darling & love.) Baby, Babe, Gorgeous, Angel, Sugar tits. And then they just get progressively worse.

Though, he gets jealous easily. And jealousy with your kindness? Welp, that doesn’t really work well together.

“Babe, I’m telling ya. Justin is a massive prick, why even bother help him with the assignment?”

That’s nothing compared to how he gets when it’s is friends your helping…

He likes it that you’re always by his side to take care of his injuries. He’s the type of guy to start shit with someone, only to get his ass handed to him. So he likes it when you’re there to clean and kiss the wounds better.

He finds it dead cute when you play games w Elizabeth and Evan. (deadass might give him Abby fever ‘til Evan cries again.)

Take your fake lashes off infront of him, he’ll stare at you like it’s the 1400s and you’ve just committed witchcraft.

He lives off the attention you give him (since he doesn’t get a lotta attention from his parents n shit), he’s a patter merchant for sure.

He’d take you to the cheap Roller Rink in town, double points if you don’t knowhow to skate and you HAVE to hold his hand the whole time.

He’ll laugh if you fall too. Then feel bad cuz you pout. Then it’s his turn to take care of you if you scrapped a knee!! :D

Solid 10/10.

He’s a total charmer.

He thinks you’re a godsend, and in his eyes you can literally do no wrong.

SOZ THIS TOOK FOREVER TO COME OUT IVE LITERALLY BEEN BRAINDEAD FOR WRITING FOR LIKE…EVER.

[lovelykhaleesiii]

One Night with Mike

PAIRING: Mike Schmidt x fem!Reader

WORDS: 420.

SUMMARY: you spoil Mike with your presence whilst he’s on the job…

WARNINGS: swearing, thigh riding, p in v sexual intercourse, slight exhibitionism, mentions of spanking, praise kink.

A/N - I HAD TO GET SOMETHING OUT FOR THIS MAN. he is making me so feral, Mike Schmidt brainrot>>>> [forgive me I did not edit this little blurb] comments & reblogs appreciated x

you have been meaning to surprise Mike on his night shift: finding it incredibly lonely without him.

him being shocked to see you, although undoubtedly somewhat relieved, he pathetically tries to convince you to leave but immediately resigns his attempts.

you’ve brought him his favourite, home cooked meal, although he just had a quick bite. not in the mood to eat.

you slowly make your way ontop of him, plopping down on his thick, sturdy lap.

“whoopsie, I’ve forgotten my panties at home.”

Mike teasingly tuts at you, although that subtle, sly smirk says otherwise.

gracefully, your hips begin to sway, rocking backwards and forwards against his jeans. feeling the heat of the friction stir against your bare, moist cunt.

“Fuck, Y/N. my needy, little girl couldn’t go one night without me, huh?”

Each of Mike’s rough, large hands planted on an ass cheek, firmly squeezing at your flesh: he even sneaks in a haste, sharp spank causing you to moan.

feeling the growing tension beneath the straining fabric of his pants: his rigid, fat cock twitching beneath your eager cunt.

“M’suppose to be working baby, but look at you working for my cock.”

his hands try to push your body in deeper against his, shoving your body closer into his strong embrace, as his lips lap and suck at the sensitive skin of your neck.

the mindless, breathless moans etching from your lips are music to his ears: feeling his lips curl into a smile,L each time you whimper out his name.

“so fucking beautiful, my sweet, sweet girl.”

without so much as a warning [Mike was never good with words] he carries you and lunges you over the desk, as he hastily undoes his trousers.

his fat, hard cock springs out, girthy, reddened tip, glistening with his ooze, he wastes no time shoving himself deep inside of you: burying his entire mass inside, as he breathlessly crumbles over you.

his superior weight over you and the pressure from below stretching you out is exhilarating. he begins to find his slow, steady pace thrusting inside of you.

moaning praises directly into your ear, feeling his hot breath, perspiration against your soft skin, as one rough hand supports your back and neck, fingers entangled in your hair, and the other gripping at your hip.

time flies, having all that one on one fun, and the mess to clean up after keeps you both quite busy till the sunrise.

let’s just say the others had an interesting time watching….

[ubblemon-kibb]

FNAF: MICHAEL AFTON x M!READER

“ Getting Caught ,,

ubblemon-kibb • cobi

01/2024

SUMMARY • Your boyfriend Michael and you have chosen to take the next step in your relationship. However, there was just a tad issue … it was the 1980s and William was a “grumpy old man” in Michael’s words.

DISCLAIMERS • fear of homophobia, coming out unintentionally, NSFW suggestions/action, illusion to sex, 1980 concepts and views, etc… You can in-vision movie Michael if you want, but it’s whatever - all up to you (personally I don’t see Josh like that 💀), unproofread.

The sound of rumbling asphalt was deaf on your ears.

It had been nearly 6 months, sure a short time, but almost a year was a big deal.

He had asked you while the two of you trailed behind your group of friends. Michael and his goofy grin- his bright eyes and tan skin. It was that look that made your heart stop - that was the moment you knew your dynamic would change forever, and friendship would merely not be an option any longer.

In that moment, you quickly twisted your head away from him, face flushed and heart pounding.

Jacob, Anissa, Wilson - what about them?

What would they think?

Your hands clutched your jacket (it was really Michael’s, but the sudden drop in temperature had him lend it to you).

You remember seeing Michael’s smile drop, he looked away and his face twisted to one of nervousness.

The other three of your friends ran ahead of you guys, jumping and screaming about something.

He stopped.

You stopped.

You stood there together only a mere block from his house, you could see the warm lights peaking through the rooftops in front of it. Michael’s face grew warm, under the cold night sky, you didn’t think of it — not until he grabbed your hand and patted you shoulder with his other, a crooked forced smile on his face.

“..Michael?”

You remember being warmer than you ever were, more hyperaware of everything around than you had ever before. The night he asked you was the day your life changed forever - when you finally got the grab of notice and that feeling of satisfaction. Knowing, knowing one hundred percent, that he felt the same way.

That night you two met the others outside of his house, his father on the porch scolding your friends for being so loud. By that point Michael took his jacket back, not wanting William to see. Your flustered face was excused to be from the cold, and William offered for you boys to head inside for the night.

Truth be told, it was probably the most awkward sleep over you probably ever had or will have.

6 months is huge. An accomplishment of sorts. 6-months of hiding your relationship; kisses in privacy, discreet hand holding in the darkness of the movie theater, and stolen touches as time went on.

Everything was perfect — too perfect. It made you anxious, as if this was the honeymoon period and that one day this would all end, as if Michael was playing a trick on you - you knew of his mischievous ways and his bullying tendencies to those he and his friends deemed weaker, and while you weren’t one to condone it (and of course never participated), you never had it in you to hold it to him.

His room was full of games and comics. He even had a little arcade machine in there. His shelves were full of flashing game-boys, action figures and comics with possibly nude scenes or awesome action sequences. His door was plastered with posters and “do not enter” signs — he was the epitome of an edgy teen with a jock lifestyle.

Your favorite thing about his room, though, was its solitude. His younger siblings were on the first floor, his him and his father were on the top. So the two of you could be as flirty as you wished without worry of anyone being around.

As the moment, your anniversary gift laid forgotten on his desk, hand on your back drawing all of your attention.

His father wasn’t home, the driveway abandoned by any vehicle, and his siblings were still in your last hour of classes.

You solemn leaving soon.

Your fingers entangled themselves in his hair and his arms were wrapped around you.

Your lips molding together, the slow glide of your teeth together and the taste of his tongue drawing sighs from your mouth.

He groaned and pulled you closer while leaning back, you got on top of him, your hands still resting in his soft hair.

He removed his belt began to unzip his jeans, still pecking at your mouth as you remove his varsity jacket from your shoulders.

Your faces were hot and breathing became faster as you felt one of his hands on your hip, a single to take this further.

You bit your lip.

By this point you’ve only ever kissed or sloppy made out when the cost of clear.

But this..

This was uncharted territory.

You obliged and nervously rocked your hips into his, both of you quietly moaning at the sensation. The feeling of your jeans on his, grinding down on your clothed cock — it sent a light headedness feeling to you.

You could feel him wrap his arms around your waist as you hugged his neck, pressing you mouth onto his in slow long motions.

Your breath hitched for a moment and he took over the kissing.

Your legs straddled his lap as you put the same slow hard motions into your hips; grinding down deeper until you could feel the tents in both of your pants rub against each other.

You whined and he moved to your neck, his teeth nipping at the skin there, your hands pulled at the back of his shirt.

You closed your eyes felt a rumble, it was in your chest, had to be. Your heart of pounding and you breath became harder to keep up with, the feeling in your lower abdomen growing tighter.

Michael joined your motion, drawing out a guttural groan from the back of his throat as he closed his eyes and breathed in the scent of your hair.

Your sighs ended on high notes, the feeling of your burning cock against the confining fabric of your boxers drawing you out of your head.

You reached down and undid your belt and unbuttoned the fly of your pants. Michael saw and pulled his leaking cock through his own boxers. Doing the same, you could’ve nearly been done just by the feeling of springing free. The sight of his own and his breath on your face.

Whining, you began to hump your hips against hips again, him drawing you nearer until you both touched, skin to skin.

A needy whine left your mouth, he throbbed against you and your movements became sloppy. He sped up, his breath shaky and his hands gripping at your sides.

The hot pool in your gut was like it could seer through your stomach.

The sound of creaking coming from somewhere afar.

You were practically being bounced on his lap every couple of motions, both of you lost in the pleasure of the moment, grasping and panting into each other’s mouths.

“a-ah— hh..-“

He sucked in a breath and his hips faltered, he grabbed both of you cocks and began hastily pumping them. You loudly moaned and threw your head back - the rope in your gut snapping and strong ropes of white cum landing on his shirt and some on his face.

He kept going to chase is close release and you held your eyes shut, clenching your jaw shut, shaky moans stringing from your mouth at the continued friction.

Finally, with ending thrusts into own, he left out a breathy string of moans as his pencil shot hot into your own tank top and face.

Heavily panting, you swiped your hand across your shin and licked it off.

He shakily chuckled and kissed you. The tingling feeling of his lips on yours ending when the sudden sound of thudding ripped you from your moment.

…

Michael shot you a nervous look before doing up both of your pants and moving you aside. You leaned against the headboard and tried to catch your breath, having difficulty at the sight of Michael getting up to change his shirt and to clean his face.

“What was.. was that?” You asked quietly.

“I- I, uh, don’t know. ‘mma check it out.”

He hated being sent home early from work.

William dragged a hand over his face as he neared the front door — and after today, he would make a point to call before coming home.

Whatever chick Michael had over was none of his business…

William sighed and shook his head.

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[ffauthor]

Michael Afton x Reader + William Afton.

Which reader has a little work incident and gets helped by her oh-so-sweet co-worker, which takes her to the hottest doctor in town, also his dad.

"Michael!!" You scream, running towards the boy who is clueless about what is happening around him. You sprint in front of his back and get hit by one of the multiple electric wires, making you fall to the floor in pain.

Your body was shaking intensively and your whole left arm was burned and shaking by the electrical pain shooting through it.

Michael's gaze met yours as his mouth fell wide open and his pupils grew. He fell on his knees, crawling towards you while his mind went crazy. He saw his pretty y/n on the floor, clearly in pain. Your screams and then the sudden silence made him worry, it made him clinch his fist and let his breath hitch.

Michael held you down, placing half of your body on his lap as he brushed pieces of your hair out of your face. he could feel his eyes getting irritated, and although he hated crying in front of you, he couldn't help it. he let tears fall down his cheeks while he screamed, sore throat for help.

He knew he didn't have much of a choice, or even much of luck sincerely since the only people in the building were you, Michael, Jeremy, and possibly even henry, if you both were lucky.

But that didn't provide him from screaming, crying, and being a panicky mess. Not even when he took ahold of you in his arms and ran out of the electrical room with you losingly hanging over his weakened arms.

His screaming for help did seem to catch people's attention because both of them came rushing down to where the sound was coming from. Y/n unconscious in Michael's arms.

Both of the males helped Michael rush you into henry's car, while they exchanged keys. Henry trusted him enough to drive both you two, and the car unscratched to the hospital, Michael was driving for his license after all.

And he did, he drove pretty neatly even tho he was speeding harder and harder, holding your hand secured in his. Mainly to reassure himself. You were a strong woman, you were gonna make it. At least, you had to. He wouldn't accept losing you, not when you were all he had.

''Come on y/n. We are almost there okay? Hold on for just a little while.''

His car grazed over the highway, slipping through the sharp corners and dribbling past any other car that was getting on his nerves. Normally, Michael was a patient male, but right now. He was everything but.

When he finally reached the parking lot and felt your pulse grow slower and slower he slammed the door shut, running to the passenger seat to open your door & take you out as quickly as possible. He didn't bother locking his car, all he cared about was seeing our beautiful eyes open and glowingly healthy.

People all around looked at the scene where a stressed messy haired male with a purple crumbled shirt and his eyes red and puffy was holding an unconscious pale girl fighting for her life.

Michael didn't care, he just kicked one of the doors open with his feet and started to scan the hospital in his blurry sight. It was hard for him, especially since he had to particularly squeeze his eyes to see something. But when his gaze met a brown-haired male with glasses calmly placed on his nose and a Stethoscope hanging around his white large jacket he started to breathe.

He walked toward the male who was talking to a possible patient at a rushed pace before he raised his voice, making the male look up towards him, his eyes widening and a nerve of panic hitting him straight in the head. ''Goddamnit dad, please. Y/n.. she-''

Y/n. Unconscious. 

Two words were enough for William to keep his head up and take things seriously. ''I need one bed, one Iv-drip, and one goddamn oxygen mask!'' William yelled to one of the nurses, who nodded and left to get the supplies immediately.

William placed his clipboard underneath his armpit and got a penlight out of his pocket, only to open one of your eyelids and shine it on there, seeing your whitened sclera twitch.

William looked so focussed but so worried as he put the light back in his pocket and started to softly hit your cheeks.

''Okay. Michael, I'm going to need you to tell me exactly what happened.''

[liminarystars]

G U I L T

a/n: posting fnaf shit for ✨variety✨ and this one is quite long. what can i say? i was in the zone.

character: michael afton

tw: death, implied depression,

mentions: fredbear, evan afton,

One thing you couldn't forget. Michael's face when Fredbear's jaws clamped shut on his little brother's head. His eyes were wide and guilty, the rest of his expression hidden behind his bloodied Foxy mask.

Safe to say, he was terrified and felt horrible about the accident. It was evident in how long he spent in the hospital. Right by his brother's side, praying for him to recover.

But now, after the funeral, he rarely left his room. He never hung around Fredbear's before it closed down after the accident.

You knocked on his bedroom door, you normally checked in on him. Making sure he ate and and drank. Ensuring he was taking care of himself properly.

Today, you find him taking a nap in his messy bed. His limbs sprawled aimlessly around his bed. You smiled, he looked peaceful. Smelly, but peaceful.

You cleaned his room, putting dirty vlothes in his hamper and such. Spraying Febreeze you store in his wardrobe to help with any lingering smells his room may have. Like any stale storage smells or odor from clothes.

❛ Mike? Wakey Wakey. ❜

You gently shook his shoulder, watching his features stir into a waking up expression. You motioned for him to sit up so he could eat and let you brush his hair. His curley mullet spiking in different directions.

❛ Good morning? ❜

He took a sip of water, his voice was hoarse and filled of sleep. You smiled. taking his hairbrush and brushing his hair. He was relaxed.

❛ It's 1pm, silly. You slept most of the day. ❜

You chuckled, watching as his brows furrow as he read his alarm clock.

❛ What day is it? ❜

He looked up at you, leaning backwards into your gentle touches. He liked the feeling of his hair being brushed by another.

❛ Saturday. Did you want to go somewhere today? ❜

You tilted your head down at him. Pausing brushing his hair mid-stroke. You were studying his mannerisms closely.

❛ I don't know. I like my bed... and my room. I'm tired. ❜

He tilted his head back to look you in your eyes. His blue ones looking tired and sleep filled. His eye's were like a gateway to his soul. To things he's never speak aloud or admit.

He was still feeling guilty and mourning.

© 2024 liminarystars - all rights reserved. do not modify, repost, translate or plagerise my content.

[cutelittleexo]

Chapter 1 is out!

Heyo, Chapter one of my FnafDCA fanfic is finally out after nearly a month! Please give it a read if you can!

Summary: "It's been a long time since Y/N has had a job, thankfully they came across an opportunity to work at Superstar Daycare. Slowly but surely, mysteries about the origins of their job begin to emerge, was the daycare apart of something bigger? An unexpected relationship blooms between Y/N and the Daycare Attendant, and they'll eventually discover something very unique and special about themselves..."

[skyeconch]

POV : Michael Afton is your bestie

Dividers credit : @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

[joshfutturman]

i made another mike meme srry