#michael afton x y/n

[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

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'Broken Screens' - Michael Afton x Reader

Part 2!-

Part 1 here: https://www.tumblr.com/ffauthor/722034282106929152/broken-screens-michael-afton-x-reader?source=share

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You hadn't anticipated to be holding Michael's now-broken phone in your hand today. It only makes you wonder what today will bring you. Reading the top message from thirty seconds ago, you knew something wasn't right. His screen is cracked, there are glitching colors at the cracks, and the phone is doing its best but failing miserably to do its job. The five simple phrases that were being tattooed in your brain made your heart drop. ''Michael, we lost the house.'' The sound of clothing implementing next to you sends you off into reality, Michael grabbing the phone from your grasp. You cleanse your throat before exhaling a small amount of air. ''I guess that'll have to be a new phone...'' You try to seem delightful and lighten the weight of the tension in the room, but it only makes Michael angrier. His knuckles brush across his hand, and he slams the phone down ten times harder.

It even makes you flinch as glass bits from the screen fly throughout the classroom. ''Goddamnit! Look at what you did!'' Was he really going to hold you responsible for this? Just as you were ready to feel awful about this gigantic jerk? ''What I did?! Oh, come on, Afton--this isn't even my-'' a spat of his spit spilled on your face, Michael was enraged and taking it out on you. ''SHUT THE FUCK UP!'' You slowly back away, standing just next to him but further away from where you sat. You were about to strike him with one of your sarcastic comebacks when you chose to remain silent in response to the text you just saw. He needed this release, but he didn't need to let it all out on you. ''Michael-'' He slid a rapid hand through his hair before pointing a finger at you, his posture a little unsteady, as if he was going to fall down.

He opened his mouth to speak but then turned back to one of the desks and buried his head in his hands. It didn't take long for sobbing to erupt around the room. You were still stunned, stuck in place, unsure of what to do. You'd seen Michael angry, irritated, and even laughing. But today, you were faced with two completely unexpected emotions from the one person you believed you could resist the most. You swallowed the thick bulb developing in your throat, and as an even louder sob made its way through, you quickened your pace and laid your hand on his back.

As his muscles tensed and tightened, you were about to pull your hand away, deciding that it was probably the stupidest idea you'd ever had, but when he suddenly relaxed under your touch and muffled his cries even more, you rubbed soothing circles, the fabric of his shirt grooving between your fingers. ''I'm so so sorry, Y/N. I'm so fucking-'' a high-pitched sob escapes his mouth, and the mere mention of your own name did not sit well with you. You never used to call one other by their first name; it was always your last name. It was just something that belonged to you guys, something that began as a joke and was held for a long time. Maybe he had the same strange feeling when you used his first name before he really broke down.

You weren't going to hug him as well. You were already attempting to soothe him in this situation, so you weren't going to be all mushy and throw down your boundaries. This was already much out of your comfort zone. And perhaps that was exactly what he desired or expected. a hug, a simple, warm-hearted hug that could instantly lift the weight he carries, but maybe he also understood that it wasn't going to happen. ''Don't even try to finish that sentence, Afton. I get it,'' you say, biting the inside of your lower lip. ''And maybe I even want to help you in some way...' His head shoots up at that, and the perplexed look on his face makes you snort a little. You could see him wiping away some of his tears, but not totally in cause you were fucking with him.

''What?-'' his voice was gruff and unsteady, almost making you feel guilty. But you may have already felt a tinge of it. Like hell, that would be the only reason for what you were about to offer him, ''I-'' ''God Afton, don't you dare say anything stupid about what I'm about to say next.'' He shrugged, still unsure but his curiosity growing. ''If you wish, you can stay with me... and-'' you exhale deeply, sighing and closing your eyes tightly. ''Not only you but also your father and siblings... I-I could make it work..'' Great, y/n. Stuttering right now? You inwardly facepalm, expecting to be laughed at, but instead, you are faced with a lot closer Michael, his entire focus on you.

''L/N, I swear to you. This better not be one of your crappy jokes right now because I swear I'm not laughing.'' You gaze at him, taken aback, before gradually relaxing your shoulders. ''I may be cruel, Afton. And I may hope for a variety of things. But I'm not that mean that I wish you were homeless.'' His eyes nearly dug into you, making you feel uneasy. ''I'm not joking, Afton. I promise you.'' His tears had dried, with only a few remaining in the corners of his eyes and his sleeve almost totally flooded, yet you could see a faint smile grow on the side of his mouth. ''L/N- I- You have no idea how much this means to me.'' You snort slightly at his lack of words, but you only pat him on the shoulder slightly. ''Oh please, your father hasn't even agreed yet.'' - ''Speaking of which, I really think you should ask him, or let him know,'' You cautiously pick up the skin on your neck, suddenly feeling very different from before: Happy that you might be able to help them, but a little creeped out that you were offering this to the person you are meant to despise the most.

You haven't even had a proper conversation, and this one clearly doesn't count as one, assuming neither of you knows what to say and you're both as speechless and weirded out by the whole situation, both in different ways, but also in the same ways because you're about to see each other a lot of times right now and partly because you might see each other somehow... shirtless. (at least you with a bra-) Your breathing quickens slightly as you shake your head, attempting to squeeze the thoughts out of your head. And now you're thinking about Michael fucking Afton inappropriately? You almost choke on your own spit as you turn to face Michael, who has this inquiring look on his face as if he has just asked you something or is going to ask you something. But you cut him off before he can finish. ''But, just so you know, This doesn't make us friends.''

[bertieorangy]

POV : Michael Afton is your bestie

Dividers credit : @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

[joshfutturman]

[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.

[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.

-

[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*ೃ༄

: ̗̀➛Back to Source

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….

[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.

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[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]

'Broken Screens.' - Michael Afton x Reader

Part 1! -

''Well, well, if it isn't, Afton.'' You tease him somewhat, seeing Michael open his locker with a tiny force, hiding himself behind the locker. He's sunk his head, a huge sigh exiting his mouth as he mumbles something quiet. ''Not right now, Y/n. I'm just not in the mood.'' You'd be the one mocking those words to him all the time, despite not being in the mood for any of it a lot of the time. It forces you to slam your door shut, go over a few lockers, and walk to the other side so you can see Michael clearly.

He had dark bags beneath his eyes that were slightly red in tone. You'd never seen him like that in the four years you'd known him. His walls weren't easy to breach, but watching him in such distress made your gut clench. ''What's up with you?'' you ask softly, glancing at his face, which slowly turns to meet yours. He looked terrible. ''Jezus-'' You exhale a little gasp, resting your hand on the locker next to you and attentively inspecting his face before leaving out a heavy sigh and rolling your eyes at your own silly statement. ''Look. I know this isn't any of my 'enemy' duties, but... I guess you can talk to me.''  You didn't even know why you said those things; it just felt good knowing he wouldn't dare to say them.

You rest your head on the locker, looking up at Michael, who slowly takes a book from his locker and closes the door behind him. Michael snorted softly, a faint smirk returning to his face, and the understanding made you almost smile as well. A smile on his face was far preferable to a frown. ''Yeah right, L/N. Where did you suddenly buy this personality? Wish?'' Your mouth met agape, and you found yourself slapping his arm playfully with one hand while grabbing your chest with the other, pretending to be humiliated. ''Wow- And to think I was trying to be helpful for once.'' you cross your arms, causing Michael to lean against his own locker, facing you with a much brighter smile. His smile faded far too quickly for your satisfaction, and you felt your own follow suit.

You merely stared at each other before turning away and facing the floor. Your sneakers had become far too tempting. ''I'm serious, Afton.''You were terrified of what he may say, therefore this was not something you would do. Even five minutes ago, you still despised each other. And you still do, despite the fact that this sensation was fresh to you. And you weren't sure if you liked it...

'' Thanks, L/N. But I'm-'' Loud talk and a swarm of running young people invaded both of your ears, distracting you both - or at least yourself. You looked around at the crowd pressing in on you, almost forcing you up against Michael if it weren't for the phone in his hand. The screen was brightened, and Michael's face became a little too pale, and the three dots developing on his phone screen nearly vanished, replaced by a text message saying, 'Talk later.' You didn't have time to get to the remainder of the messages, and you wouldn't be able to even if everything wasn't upside down for you.

You could only make the word 'rent' out of it before you were pushed on the ground in a much quieter room, Michael falling straight atop of you, or at least on your arm; Making you groan out loud. You felt the weight of his body on your arm and you tried to push him away, but he was too heavy. His phone flew a couple of meters further, it being the closest to your reach. The boy on top of you let out a little yelp, followed by an angry groan and a roll away from your arm, worsening your discomfort.

You stared over his shoulder, trying to figure out what had brought both of you into a room with nothing but books, a handful of desks, and a lot of windows. But you come up empty-handed. A crowd had gathered outside the open entrance, precisely where the two of you were standing. You lowered your head to the floor, hearing a slow sigh from next to you. Michael, who is lying on the ground with his brows furrowed, appears to have had the same thought as you. You couldn't help but wonder what was in the text message and why it was so urgent. Specifically, why it got Michael so fired up. But another part of you knew it wasn't your business, and you weren't sure why you cared or why you had the moment you stepped into the hallway and saw him go off to your lockers.

Part 2 here:

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[bertieorangy]

POV : Michael Afton is your bestie

Dividers credit : @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

[joshfutturman]

i made another mike meme srry

[charlottecutepie]

ᡣ𐭩 His least favourite colour (Michael Afton x fem!reader)

Summary: Teenage Michael has a messy mullet that he cut himself and a piercing on his lower lip that he did the hell knows where. But he's dressed like a rock star: a black leather jacket and ripped jeans, a million chains, only a guitar is missing, and you already know what his birthday present will be.

tags: angst, hurt/comfort, romantic elements, Michael is flirty and weird, 1980s, abusive William, daddy issues, mentions of death, psychology, little bit of fluff, traumatized Michael, Michael has a mullet

Michael is the first kid in the Afton family. Michael grew up surrounded by the love of his mother, but never of his father. Since he was born, William has shown no affection for him. And little boy never understood why, if he seemed to have everything William wanted. After all, he was very interested in mechanics and robotics, he always begged his father to show him how he creates these wonders of technology. But William, being a disgusting father, never did this, refused to do it. When Elizabeth was born, Michael was initially happy that he had a sister. The young man always took care of her and played with her until he noticed that his father behaved way differently with her than with him.

And it caused him heartache. He watched them and didn't understand why he didn't deserve the same. And his mother, as it seemed to him, cared about the little girl more than about him. That's what offended Michael the most: he felt as if his mother had replaced him with Elizabeth, all the toys were bought just for her, all her whims were fulfilled in one second, she was never even punished. Is that even fair?

That's when his youthful maximalism manifested itself. Michael started running away from home and skipping classes. And he knew perfectly well that William didn't like it, and he was doing it to spite him, trying to get revenge for horrible treatment.

But it only made it worse for Michael, because he was always caught and punished, or worse, his most beloved game console was taken away. William began to apply more and more punishments to him, taking away pocket money or grounding him for the whole weekend. But most of all, Michael never understood his mother: why did she let all this happen? Why did she always turn a blind eye to what her husband was doing?

“Does your father know that you smoke?” you ask, giving him a light. Michael puts his hands in his pockets and shakes his head. You're both not dating, but you're pretty close to it. You met at some rock concert where some random guy was trying to molest you, and Michael punched him right in the face, breaking his nose. It was in front of everyone's eyes, and after that, Michael was finally noticed by a group of "cool" teenagers. You didn't like them because they were nothing more than bullies, but Michael never listened to you.

“Does your mom know who you're so pretty for?”

“You fool.” you smile and roll your eyes. Michael may be a fool, but he always manages to embarrass you with his stupid flirts.

Teenage Michael has a messy mullet that he cut himself and a piercing on his lower lip that he did the hell knows where. But he's dressed like a rock star: a black leather jacket and ripped jeans, a million chains, only a guitar is missing, and you already know what his birthday present will be.

…

Michael got used to Elizabeth because you putted into his head that it wasn't her fault, and she's just a kid like himself. It's the fault of his parents, who don't know how to give equal love to both, the fault of his idiotic dad, who thinks he can raise his son by beating him. Michael agreed with you, and the two of you never talked about it again.

“Did you get into a fight again?” you're like a mom to him and at the same time already a girlfriend. “What kind of kindergarten is this?”

“It wasn't me, they started it.” Michael's kindergarten will probably never leave him. “What? I'm telling the truth!”

He's sitting in your kitchen eating hot soup like he's been starving for ages. You know that's not true, but his diet is really terrible, all those snacks and sodas, why is it so hard to eat normal food? And Michael told you why. Because his father went so far as not to allow his son to have lunch or breakfast with family. William only allowed his wife and Elizabeth to sit at the same table with him, but as soon as he sees Michael, he points to the door, like, "get the hell out of here." And when Michael later comes to the kitchen to eat, William pours all the remaining food into the toilet in front of him.

…

Michael's eyes are so wide and huge after the news that his mother is pregnant with another, third child. He doesn't know how to react, in panic he runs to your house and tells you about it. You didn't understand much yourself, but you tried to assure him that maybe this third child would be a turning point. Maybe after he's born, William will change. But you don't believe yourself.

How sad that you were wrong. Evan gets more attention than even Elizabeth, but however she doesn't mind. Unlike Michael, she runs around the baby all day, trying to entertain him. Evan likes his sister's company, but when Michael arrives, something clicks in the little boy's head, and he becomes quiet, not talkative, as if Michael scares him. But in fact, Evan is more afraid of his brother and William's argues than Michael himself. And when these turn into fights, Evan becomes hysterical and runs to hide in the closet of his room. William is well aware that Michael started showing his fangs a long time ago, but when he says something to him in an aggressive tone or slams the door too loudly, the man can't help himself.

“Michael, don't you dare bully Evan.” you're mad at your boyfriend because he came to you with his proud face again as he made his little brother cry again. “God, how many times have I explained to you, this is a kid. You're only ruining his psyche!”

Michael just clenches his teeth and his fists. He's as angry as you are, of course he knew you wouldn't pat him on the head for it, but why are you protecting this pathetic boy?

Michael hates his father, he is angry that he cannot respond to his reproaches and provocations like a "real man", so he takes out all his aggression on Evan. Michael is a coward.

…

Michael cries, punches the walls and swears at himself. He couldn't forgive his father for killing his sister, but what Michael never thought about was that it would happen to Evan, too. With fucking Evan. Who could have even known that Fredbear’s jaw would shut?! Michael couldn't move as he watched the little child's head being torn apart. He heard that hideous, ugly sound of a skull splitting, which still haunts him in nightmares.

In his nightmares, he runs to save Evan, to pull him out of the animatronic's grip, but he can't do anything. He fails because his father holds his hand tightly enough that Michael feels a phantom touch when he wakes up. William holds his wrist and laughs, preventing him from saving his brother, while Evan dies for the hundredth time. This is repeated every night.

Michael is no longer a rock star. Michael is depressed and needs psychological help.

Michael cut off his idiotic mullet and threw out all his leather jackets with ripped jeans, took off his piercings. But at least now Michael has the guitar you gave him for his birthday. That one is now lying dusty in the corner of his room, where Michael never goes. He just stopped showing up at his father's house, yes, not at his house, but at his father's house. Because this was never Michael's house.

Michael still smiles only at you and tries to make stupid flirts, but they don't bother you anymore. Instead, they are disturbing, worrying you.

Michael has lost everyone except you.

“When I die, I'm sure you'll be my devil in hell. Know why? Because you're hella hot, baby.“ Michael makes a sound like laughter.

You're trying to put on your face something like a smile.

Michael is so young, and he's already joking about death. But Michael wouldn't joke about death if he wasn't already dead.

Michael died in 1983. He died after his sister and brother.

“You're going to marry me, right? When we get out of here and move to another state.” There's uncertainty in his voice.

“Of course.” you don't believe him, of course not. “I love you very much.” you hold him close to you, stroke his hair and try your best to hope that everything will be fine.

…

Michael loves to kiss you, hug you, cuddle, rub his nose against yours, lying in your bed. Michael's body is still warm, that means he's still alive. Michael still has a headache, he can still bleed, he can still catch a cold, he still has an appetite. Michael is still alive, and that's all that matters to you.

Michael prefers not to tell where his mother disappeared, he just says that she divorced William immediately after Elizabeth's death. Yes, she divorced William and left her own son with this monster, Michael still thinks it's impossible. He's just scared to think differently, he's afraid, so he makes it up to make it easier.

“You're going to love me even if I’ll smell like a piece of shit, right?“ Michael is weird. He asks you about it almost every day, even though he never smells bad.

“Michael, my love,” you know you have to be kind to him, no matter what idiotic questions he asks. You really love him very much, but sometimes these questions take you by surprise. “even if you turn into a living walking corpse, I’ll still love you.”

Michael chuckles, his nightmares telling otherwise.

…

Michael has grown up, now he works as a night guard. He hates his job, but he can't tell you why he's working there. He just makes excuses by saying that he gets paid a lot of money.

It's Michael's stupid habit of keeping everything inside. You know that's not the reason, you know there's something wrong with your boyfriend, but as soon as he comes home early in the morning, exhausted, you don't dare ask him anything.

Michael hates purple colour.

Sometimes you feel like you're distancing from each other because he disappears all night at work and then sleeps at home all day. But you still love him very much and hope that one day you will both get married. But Michael begs you, in case of a wedding, not to wear a purple dress. Any colour, but not purple.

You're starting to worry about Michael's physical health. Michael refuses to eat and kiss. Michael wears more oversized clothes, even though it's damn hot outside. Michael says he's going to sleep in the other room on the couch. One night you try to check if Michael is really asleep.

No, he's not.

Michael hides his face from you and doesn't go out much. Michael doesn't shower, he doesn't even wash his hands.

All of this scares you, you don't understand what happened to your boyfriend. These sudden changes happened too quickly. You try to talk to him, but Michael's voice sounds strange. He doesn't even turn his head when he talks to you.

The smell in the house is becoming more and more terrible, almost unbearable. You've already thrown out all the garbage, done the general cleaning, even poisoned non-existent insects.

You can't take it anymore, so you're trying to clear it up. When Michael comes home, you're already standing in the hallway waiting for him. Your boyfriend is surprised, he hides his face in a mask and tries to sneak into another room.

“Darling, stop avoiding me, please!” you try approach him, hug him. Michael pulls away. You notice that the smell comes from him, not from the house. “What's been going on with you lately?”

Michael is tired of living like this, avoiding you. He wants to feel your touch again, wants to kiss you, wants to go back to bed with you, wants to cook with you, wants to dream with you about your future wedding. Which will never happen.

“Promise me you won't run away.” his voice is scary, sounds like a robotic one. You nod. And that's when Michael finally takes off these damn clothes, takes off his… wig, sunglasses and mask. He opens his soul to you again, if he still has it, of course.

You don't really know how to comment on what's in front of you. It's Michael, but at the same time it's not him. It's a skeleton covered in skin. He has no teeth, there’s terrifying white pupils burn in his empty eye sockets.

“I can't believe it's you... what... what even happened?” you're surprised you can say anything at all after such a shock.

He's not answering. His dead white pupils pierce into yours, alive ones. Michael does hates purple and how cruelly life has treated him, painting his skin this cadaverous color.

“I smell like a piece of shit, right?” Michael tries to smile, even though he doesn't have to try. His jaw was permanently frozen in a deadly grin. “Y/n… You remember what you told me, right?”

You nod. “Even if you turn into a living walking corpse, I’ll still love you.” you remember and dont give up your words.

“I still love you, Michael.” as sad as it may sound, but it’s truth, you really love Michael and you can't imagine life without him. “I… I promise I will never leave you.”

Michael sighs with relief. You finally want to hug him, but he pulls away again and waves his hand as a sign that he smells like a corpse. You don't care, you've been through too much in the last few days, and now you just want to feel his body next to you again, even if it's fucking smelly and cold. You pull him closer and try not to breathe. You get a shock from yourself because you're hugging a literally dead person. But there is only one thing…

Michael didn’t die right now, he died back in 1983.