#in my heart he's still michael afton

[owenhcrper]

Josh Hutcherson as Mike Schmidt Five Nights at Freddy's (2023)

[demegod-dess]

Sharing this thing I sent in discord because it’s fun to me and idk how long it will take me to actually draw smth or whatever also please ignore my nickname in this server ty <3

[mill-3-rd]

TUTORING m afton

being forced to tutor the school's biggest bully, michael afton, was a pain in your ass. if anything, it was a waste of your time. michael would have to repeat the twelth grade if he didn't pass his final exam and you were his last hope.

warnings — degradation, praise, reader is implied to have a big bum, breeding, panty stealing, facefucking + blowjobs, talking you through it, masturbation, fingering, breathplay, hair pulling, spanking, teasing, crying, virginity loss, speedbump pos, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, orgasm control if you squint, scumbag michael

wc — 3,439

© MILL3RD 2023 — all rights reserved. mature content. please do not steal my works.

michael wasn't exactly nice to be around, he was dirty and had the mannerisms of a pig. for one, he walked his shoes through your house as if it were his own and kept them on as he got comfortable in your bed.

you'd spend atleast ten minutes picking up your fallen cushions and plushies that michael had kicked off in his process of achieving luxury before you could start the tutoring session.

he was so frustrating. you would be fine with him failing because he didn't try. michael picked on you inside your own home: he pulled your hair when he felt like it, he pinched and prodded at you when he was bored, he raided your fridge around your mother. the summer heat did not mix well with michael's antics.

for an eighteen year old, he acted like he was nine.

you were so close to going into a heart attack from the stress michael was currently giving you. you sat on your knees infront of michael while he was laying back on your headboard. as you were explaining, michael was making a catapult out of his pen and an elastic band. he misplaced it and the band flung onto the pencil pot beside you, making it fall onto your floorboards. you cringed at the contact and sighed.

giving michael a glare, you got off your bed and dropped down onto your knees to pick up the fallen pencils. unfortunately, some went a bit further which made you reach forward onto all fours.

to michael's perverted pleasure, you wore an old, tight pair of striped sports shorts so when you bent over in front of him, he got to witness your ass basically fall out of the straining fabric.

he chuckled, readjusting his position, "d'you wear those for me?"

you sat on your heels and turned around, "what?"

infront of you was a clearly turned on boy. his cheeks were slightly red, which you would assume it was the heat if you didn't know any better, his eyes were hooded, and his arm had tried to subtly cover his hard on.

your eyes widened before you quickly finished picking up the stationary, "no.." you felt so embarrassed. this time, you put the pot on your nightstand and got back onto the bed, crossing your legs.

"can we just wrap up this session for today?" you huffed, eyes watering due to the mortification, exhaustion, and frustration. michael pouted mockingly, "aw but we still have half an hour left.."

"then that can go into next session's time—you seem stressed," michael interrupted you as he moved towards you. he knelt infront of you and leaned in. his lips were hovering just above yours, "you wanna know what helps with stress?"

michael's hands went to your thighs, slipping his hands underneath them. you let out a breath, too flustered to say anything. his lips dodged your own and drifted across your cheek until he got to your ear, "sex."

using the leverage he had over you, michael dragged your bottom half towards him and made your top half fall backwards onto your bed. you squealed as your clothes lift up with the drag of your duvet and michael climbed on top of you.

"wanna try it out?" michael's voice was just above a whisper, his face just centimetres away from yours. your lips quivered, you'd never been so nervous in your life but you couldn't deny the heat pooling between your thighs. unconsciously, your thighs rubbed together which michael caught onto, "see, you need it baby.."

he leaned down and nipped at the column of your throat, making you inhale shakily and squeeze your eyes shut. it took maybe two more hickeys to get sucked onto you for your eyes to snap open and for you to push michael away. his expression was neutral while yours expressed worry.

"i can't- you.." you uncontrollably stutter, your eyes watering again, "michael, you're horrible to me! you can't expect me to just have sex with you because you're too immature to control your boner.."

he laughed at the use of boner, but its not what it looked like to you, "this isn't funny!" michael calmed down and apologised. it surprised you when the word sorry came out as he wiped his eye.

"c'mon, it'll be a one time thing," he said it so casually it concerned you, just how many girls had he done this with? he leaned in again and you began to panic, "michael, my door is open, my mom will hear! i'm also a virgin.." you mumbled the last part, looking away in embarrassment.

"the door is barely open and i'll be gentle," michael reassured you, making you relax into the matress. maybe if you weren't so turned on at the moment, you would've said no but instead you muttered a shy okay which made michael grin at you and continue his blemishing on your neck.

he sucked on a particular spot on your throat that made a moan come out of you. silently, michael acknowledged this and continued to suckle on it. your hands went to his hair, tugging at his locks and twisting them between your fingers. you let out continuous whines as you tilted your head to the side to try and muffle your noises with you duvet.

michael took notice of this and grabbed your jaw, guiding it back up, "wanna hear you.." your worries of your mom hearing were momentarily forgotten due to michael's words. he continued sucking until there was a dark purple mark the size of a bottle cap. he chuckled, knowing how hard it would be to cover that up.

then, michael leaned back and got comfortable in your pillows once again. he gestured for you to come closer, telling you to kneel infront of him. you did just that and watched wordlessly as michael's hands pushed you up by the underside of your ass. he lifted you so you were relying on your shins to stay up. there was eye contact between you two as michael took your shirt off before your shorts to reveal an innocent pair of light pink underwear with a frilly bow on the front.

"cute.." he mumbled, now focusing on the material covering your private parts. michael hooked his finger on the band before letting it snap back on your skin. you gasped as michael's thumb went back under and soothed the sting.

"you ever given a blowjob before?" you shook your head, "never done anything like this apart from touch myself.." you admitted bashfully and michael awed before taking off his shirt, "i'll teach you how."

"move backwards," he ordered and watched you shuffle away from him. michael nodded and smiled, "good, now lean down and arch your back."

your chest made contact with your hands and your head made contact with michael's left thigh. looking up at him, you saw his eyes focused on your perched ass. the fatness of it spilled over the hem of your underwear and he could see the back of it in the mirror that was—thankfully—behind you.

"what's next..?" you looked up at michael, expectantly and he cleared his throat, "i'll take it out for you.." all you could do was watch with wonder as michael pulled his cock out from the confinements of his shorts and briefs.

"okay, now just grab the base," michael's cock wasn't massive or anything, but he was definitely above average. he was maybe six inches and had girth about the size of your wrist. doing as instructed, you wrapped your fingers around the base and waited for the next task.

"suck on the tip," the way he demanded was so vulgar but it did turn you on. you swallowed before hesitantly wrapping your lips around the tip. it had small beads of precum coming out which you tasted instantly: it was salty and bitter but atleast it didn't taste like he didn't care for himself so that was a plus.

just the tip itself felt heavy on your tongue as you suckled. michael sucked in a breath and shivered, "okay, now take a bit more in and stroke what you can't get."

talk about easier said than done. maybe it wasn't that hard, but you'd never done this before. you pulled off him and offered a sheepish smile, "can you repeat that?"

"should i show you instead?" michael asked and you nodded, "please." he guided his hand to the back of your head, "slap my thigh if it's too much, kay?"

michael guided you back onto his cock and began to push your head down. you felt a few veins slide against your tongue and cheeks which oddly aroused you. when the tip entered your throat, you gagged and slapped michael's thigh.

"go about that far and then stroke what you can't."

you did just that, stroking the base until about half way whereas your mouth got maybe a third way down. michael groaned and huffed as you went and when you added your spare hand into the mix, he was just about done.

"touch yourself f'me.." michael asked, exhaling with a shudder, "loosen yourself up."

you took your right hand away, sliding it down until you reached your clit. you began to rub, your fingers slipping around easily due to your arousal. you moaned around michael's dick, glad they were muffled so nobody but you and michael could hear. your arm went further, allowing your fingers to penetrate yourself. your eyes squeezed shut as you pumped yourself, your secretions already slipping down your fingers and allowing you to go faster and further with ease.

michael grabbed your head, pushing you further onto his dick. tears escaped your eyes as you gagged. his hand kept you at the base of his dick, your nose brushing against his pubes. then, he yanked your mouth off of him. you sputtered and coughed while your fingers still remained inside you.

"the nice guy act's done, y/n," michael smirked at you before sliding his dick back in your mouth. you gagged repeatedly as you were pushed on and pulled off his dick. the noise was so loud, you were sure if your mom was at the bottom of the stairs that she would be able to hear the activity going on in the room.

you went back to rubbing your clit, finding it easier to achieve an orgasm that way. slick sounds came from the contact between your fingers and clit, joining the gagging and moaning in the room. you applied more pressure and rubbed a few more times before slipping your fingers into your cunt again and using your palm to stimulate your clit. you pumped and rubbed, shuffling uncontrollably to try get to the high you craved. then, with three hard thrusts from your fingers in sync with slaps from your palm, you came. you squealed around michael's dick, squeezing your thighs together and riding out your orgasm. you kept your fingers in to keep you open.

michael watched as your ass jiggled and sighed.

"fuck, y/n," michael tossed his head back and moaned. you kept bobbing your head and rolling your wrist. suddenly, michael tugged you off of him by your hair. you whined, spit and precum dripping in strings from your lips.

while panting, michael ordered you to move over. he shuffled to the side and let you take his spot. on your stomach.. he praised you as you crossed your arms to rest your head on as he got behind you, not caring that the remnants of your orgasm still remained on your fingers. michael's shadow cast over you when he reached over you to grab a pillow.

"lift your hips," you did just that, allowing him to slide it under your pelvis. michael's hand massaged your plush ass, his hand sinking into it. he straddled your thighs and lined himself up with your cunt.

"this is gonna hurt for a few minutes, kay?" michael warned before sliding the tip in. it probably would've hurt more if you didn't finger yourself just a second ago. it stung. a lot. but it was bareable. you whined, trying to keep your muscles loose to make it easier for both of you, "shit.."

you dug your forehead into your arms, wincing in discomfort as michael slowly inched himself deeper into you. both your breathing picked up as he pushed himself in until he was fully sheathed inside. you shuddered, feeling abnormally full and a heavyness in your stomach. you both remained in your positions until you were comfortable. michael massaged your hips, ass, and thighs until you gave him the okay to move.

"you can move now.." you sighed, getting used to the feeling of michael's cock inside you. carefully, he slid out of you until halfway before sliding back in. michael then slid all the way out. you gasped, missing the fullness. you heard him chuckle, "i know, i know.." he ignored the blood slowly beginning to seep out. it might've been his first time popping someone's cherry, but he wasn't stupid. it filled him with pride, if anything.

michael went at a medium pace, watching your ass jiggle at the slightest contact with his pelvis. you moaned, tightening your hold on your elbows. the sensation had turned from uncomfortable to pleasurable. it was like that until you were one hundred percent comfortable, which michael had you verbally confirm.

"pussy's so fuckin' tight," he groaned, spreading your ass and spitting onto your cunt. michael watched his spit gradually get pushed inside you as he thrusted. it made the squelching sound much more noticeable.

"fuck..! " you mewled at how good it made you feel that michael was speeding up, but your mom could be listening to all of this!

"michael, slow down, my mom.. ah! " your head was shoved into the mattress, your nose pushed upwards against it, "shut up and take it.."

his hand remained on the back of your head, allowing you to suffocate as he fucked you, "since you wanna be quiet so fucking bad, you're gonna be quiet..." michael's pace increased, pounding into you as you let out broken moan after another.

michael rutted into you, selfishly seeking his own pleasure. he groaned, raising his hand and bringing it down on your ass. hard. hard enough to leave a red knuckle mark in its wake. a gutteral moan escaped you, sinking into the mattress and hiding away your sweet sounds.

"you like that? such a dirty thing.." michael purred and slapped your other cheek with his palm, leaving a stinging sensation. your ass shook with every moment and it had michael mesmerised.

"i wonder what your mom would think of you walking around in those shorts? y'know, with my handprint clear as day because that thing covers nothing.." he was sassing you and it made a chuckle leave your lips which turned into a single pant. you were struggling to keep your eyes open with your air being limited by michael's hand and the mattress.

"m'gonna cum," you cried out into the bed, involuntarily pushing your ass back into michael's pelvis and searching for ecstasy. the air limitation was oddly arousing to you.

"no you're not," michael soothed, stroking your spine, "you can hold it."

"c-can't!" you shivered, reaching forward to grab at anything and finding purchase in a raggedy ann doll. you heard michael awe behind you, "how cute.." he then leaned over your back and trailed kisses down it, only to start back at your shoulder once he hit the small of it and trail bites and hickeys down you.

your pussy clamped down on michael's cock as your body jutted and convulsed. he didn't stop you, only warning you, "if you wanna cum, you can do it all you like.."

you let out a strangled, choked moan as black spots dotted your vision and your orgasm washed over you. michael thrusted harder into you while you fought the urge to pass out. it was all too much: the overstimulation of michael jackhammered into you with fluent, well-trained hips and the last bits of air in your lungs barely surviving with your restless pants.

white cream coated michael's cock, creating a ring at the base of it. your walls were pulsating erratically, greedy for his seed. your brain wanted to stop, but your cunt was loving every second.

michael stared at your braindead form with an animalistic grin in his eyes, "i'm gonna cum, sweet thing. want you to cum again."

all you could do was moan and shake your head, trying to tell him that you couldn't do it again. plunging into you a few more times, michael took his hand off of your head and used both of them to spread your ass again as he came inside you. you let out a weak whine as you felt just as full as before with michael's thick load inside of you. he grunted as he finished riding his high, but he didn't stop.

"gonna fill you up again," he sighed almost dreamily as he listened to your mixed secretions sloshing inside of your womb and leaking down the side of his cock and into your bed.

suddenly, your head was yanked back by your hair. michael had wrapped your hair around his wrist like a leash and pulled. broken breaths came out of you with every harsh rock of michael's hips. your moans were uncontrollably, whimpers and whines escaping you non stop.

your bedroom door no longer concerned you. the skin slapping put you in a trance. your hand planted itself unsurely on your doll for balance.

"michael—awh!" you wanted to cry. his dick was too fucking good. michael cooed in your ear, "s'okay baby, just one more and i'll be out of your hair.." loud moans escaped your open mouth, the dryness being replaced by drool that was now beginning to trickle from the corner of your lips and fown your chin.

"fuck, its so good.." you winced in pleasure, "gonna cum againn!" you squeaked, squeezing your thighs together and getting friction on your clit. "awh! awh! awh! "

"me too.." michael admitted, "let's cum together, yeah?" you nodded, letting out a mhm! you didn't think michael's hips could go any faster, but you were sure there would be bruises all over your ass later into the day. his hand slapped your right ass cheek repeatedly in the same spot, making you yelp and jolt as your orgasm came around again. you gasped and panted, your raspy voice struggling with the intensity of the sex. michael joined you not too much later, filling you once again.

"just a few more f'me, please? i love watching you cum.."

michael made you cum a total of six times and definitely overstayed his welcome by a whole hour. but even now, he was trying to bring you to a seventh by guiding both your fingers inside you to fuck his cum back into your spent cunt.

you were on your back, panting uncontrollably and teetering on the edge of a blackout. both of your fingers were covered in your combined semen. it squelched inside your pussy as michael pushed his and your fingers inside of you. he knelt behind you, your fingers under his.

"can't do it againnn.." you whined, tears spilling down your cheeks and your thighs quivering. your hips would be hovering up and down if it wasn't for michael's free hand pinning you down. the mirror gave both of you a perfect view of the two of your digits deep inside your cunt.

"yes you can, i've seen you," michael bit down on your shoulder which made your head tilt back. you were so close already. just one more pump of your joined fingers and..

you passed out, going limp in michael's arms. your breathing was quick, only the white of your eyes visible as the iris and pupil made a home in the back of your head.

"poor baby.." michael tutted with a hint of a smile. he took your fingers out and got off the bed. he redressed himself, staring at your sleepy form and dragged your duvet over you.

he picked up your discarded underwear, pocketing the pair and leaving you to deal with his cum when you woke up.

[cock-ainee]

I'm already working on the other fic, but in a while enjoy some headcannons because my brain is rotting for Michael.

Enjoy!

"He's a pussy-eater" - Michael Afton headcannons

- Michael is bad at it

- Not only at first, but for quite a long time he didn't learn shit

- Mostly because you didn't even tell him he's doing bad

- And why's that? Because the orgasms he was giving you in the end were absolutely mind blowing

- After such a long time of being barely stimulated, when the knot building up in your stomach finally unravels, you're squealing and crying

- Speaking of your orgasms..

- He makes your thighs quiver, and he LOVES when they squish his head

- And so, he's totally a thigh guy

- He would drown in your kitty if he could

- Literally, when he's eating you out, he gets so turned on that he's grinding his hips into the matress, and he cums by the end of the work

- Sometimes even before you

- But then he noticed that apparently it takes a while for him to make you cum

- He was so, SO embarrassed for being so clueless and sloppy

- But even after you reassured him it was okay, he still decided to train a bit

- Even though (in my opinion) he's not a guy to watch porn, he'd watch to see what he should do

- And the next time you let him please you (he just crawled over you and you submitted) he's plunging 3 fingers into you as he sweetly sucks on your clit

- Pull his hair, and he's in heaven

- He loves the way his mouth is drenched in your arousal as he's done with eating you

- Afterall, your satisfaction is his satisfaction

- He loves to be praised by you.. it makes his heart melt

- Just imagine Michael coming back from work, stressed and just missing you

- Get ready to stay in bed until he's pulled at least 5 orgasms from you

- Or maybe 10..

- He's just moaning against your cunt, distressing with the feeling of your soft skin on his mouth

- By the end of every session he takes perfect care of you, cleaning you up

- And cuddles!!!

- Michael is just the sweetest man who's biggest duty is to pleasure you, that's all

[yanderes-galore]

Can you do Mike afton with your prompts 57, 53, and 10? Also can it be romantic?

Sure! I'll see what I can do :) Been a bit since I've done this AU. This is a new take on it.

@okchijt helped me with this so this is mostly their take while I filled in the plot they gave me. Requester wanted FLS AU.

Yandere! FLS! Michael Afton Concept

What is the FLS AU?

Yandere! FLS AU! Michael Afton Prompts 57, 53, and 10

"You're stuck with me, like it or not."

"I left you a few voice mails, why didn't you pick up?"

"I've given myself all to you! Yet you call me a monster!"

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Violence, Breaking and entering, Manipulation, Kidnapping implied, Forced relationship implied.

The phone rings on and on as you type away at your keyboard. On screen is an email soon to be sent to your boss, Henry. You were nearly at a breakthrough on an important case.

Incriminating evidence filled the email. Many documents and notes were attached all about two people behind a long list of murders. The case of The Aftons was very important to your employer.

Your job was to play detective. You were meant to work for them at their Pizzeria, collect evidence, then leave. That was it... that was the job.

Then one of them, the son, got attached.

You had a feeling he caught on to you. Even now as you type away and prepare to send Henry your evidence your phone rings. You knew it was him, the voice mails were endless.

You hadn't bothered to listen to them. Instead you focused on your email by putting on the final touches. Then your mouse drifted to the send button...

Only for the power to cut.

You go silent, eyes blown wide and looking at the computer in shock. There wasn't any storms. Did you flip something by accident?

"I left you a few voice mails, why didn't you pick up? Are you ignoring me?"

The voice echoes from close by and you feel the hair on your skin shoot up. You spin your chair around and search the darkness for answers. Unfortunately... your questions are answered.

Michael stands in the doorway of the room. His posture is confident and he stares at you like you're his newest prey. You can only stare as he blocks your exit.

"Don't you know how much I've done for you?" Michael sighs. "I've been protecting you from my father as I already know your plans. I could've just killed you... but now I like you too much for that."

The man in front of you does a fake pout while leaning in the doorway. The fact he knew everything made your heart drop to your stomach. He's more clever than you thought.

"I've already sacrificed so much by allowing these games to play out. However, this still means I have to prevent you from exposing the family business, y'know?" Michael sighs, playing with your emotions to satiate the sadism within him.

"You're a monster for doing all of this!" You yell at the man. You can see Michael feign shock and surprise before chuckling.

"I've given myself all to you! Yet you call me a monster!" Michael accuses in a playful manner before turning serious. "I could've just killed you, but I'm nice enough to protect you and let you live!"

You quickly stand up to keep distance as Michael walks forward. Despite the situation you manage to keep yourself calm. It's in the line of work, after all. Yet you still find yourself shaking when he gets close to you.

"I've been so patient with you. I think things should go my way for once, shouldn't they?" Michael hums towards you. You try to run around him but he catches you with ease. It's funny to him... did you not think he was an experienced killer?

You feel your chest hit the desk hard as your arms are held behind your back. The resulting impact causes the computer to crash onto the ground, the email and evidence now long destroyed. Panic sets in as struggle and fight against the killer behind you.

Said killer only appears excited by your fate.

"I think it's time you rest, dear. Isn't it getting late?" Michael coos, raising the knife in his hand. You suddenly feel a blunt object smack into your head before your vision darkens.

"You're stuck with me, like it or not." Michael whispers with a giggle before your vision fails you.

[divine-knight-hand]

Night of The Maneater

Part 2: The Catch

Part One || Michael Masterlist || Full Masterlist || Read on AO3 Halloween Triple Feature Masterlist

Pairing: Michael Afton x Ghostface!Female Reader

Summary: The games are over, and The Maneater has laid claim to her prize. Now, it would seem she wants to play a new game with her catch of the night...

Content Warnings: Light bondage, slight knife kink, stalker kink, unprotected sex, Dom!Reader, Sub!Michael, edging, pleasure crying, begging, praise

Notes: This is the first time I’ve written a fic in second person. I usually write in first person, but I figured it was time for a refreshing change. Well, that and I didn’t feel like switching POVs, so now we have this. Enjoy!

Also, I didn’t realize when scheduling the post for this, but happy FNAF movie day!!! How convenient was my timing? Hehehe! 🤭

Word Count: 2,378

Dividers by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

Michael woke up in his own bedroom. The back of his head still throbbed, and he even felt a little dizzy as the haze of sleep threatened to pull him back under.

He was seated at the head of his bed, convinced the whole experience he had with The Maneater was just a bad dream until he tried to move his arms. He was handcuffed to the headboard behind him, his arms bound behind his back.

“Rise and shine~” The ghost-faced figure entered the bedroom with an air of sinister excitement contrary to her mask–which was stuck in a silent scream exaggerated by its elongated mouth and stretched jaw–and her body was draped in the dark fabrics of a tattered black cloak, leaving most of her figure to the imagination.

She strolled into the room holding Michael’s long abandoned bowl of popcorn. “I hope you don’t mind. I got a little hungry while you were out.” It was odd, hearing her voice without a phone in his hands. It came to his ears in a sound unmuddled by telephone static.

She placed the bowl on the nightstand before sitting on the bed next to him, resting a gloved hand on his knee. “How’s that head of yours?”

Michael flinched under her touch. “I- It could be better.”

“Poor thing…” The Maneater rose to her feet, strolling along the side of the bed. “Need a painkiller?”

“No thanks.” He decided he’d rather not let this mysterious figure drug him while he was handcuffed to his own bed.

When The Maneater leaned against his nightstand, he found his voice again to ask. “What are you going to do to me?”

“I’d like to do a lot of things to you, Michael,” The Maneater’s voice took a sensuous dip. “But, I need you to admit something first.”

Michael felt his heart flutter. “Wh-”

He was interrupted by The Maneater as she pulled a hunting knife from within her tattered cloak to hold the flat of the blade against his face, the chill of the steel making him shiver.

“You never fully answered my question earlier.” She used the blade to caress his face, eliciting another shudder from him. “Did you enjoy our little game?” She leaned in, and Michael almost thought he could see the faint outline of human eyes looking back at him from within the dark voids of the mask's lifeless eyes. “And don’t lie to me. I can tell how you really feel. I can see…” She dragged the flat of the blade along his jaw. “...how the danger as I chased you…” The knife continued its journey down his chest. “..and the risk of being caught by me…” She continued sliding the knife all the way to his knee before trailing it back up his thigh to rest beside his evident arousal. “...really affected you. You liked being hunted, didn’t you? I’d even dare to say that you wanted me to catch you.”

Michael anxiously bit his lip, his cock throbbing with each new part of his body the knife explored. “I- I don’t-”

“Oh, come on.” The Maneater scoffed. “Answering this question wrong is what caused you to lose our game in the first place. Would you really want to make things worse for yourself by misanswering again?”

Michael gulped, feeling a surge of humiliation as heat flushed his cheeks. “I- I did…”

“You did what, hun?” The Maneater teased as she used the flat of the knife to tilt his chin back up to face her. “Use your words, Michael~”

Michael felt another surge of embarrassment as a desperate whine creeped into his voice. “I liked your eyes on me… I liked hearing you praise me… I liked being hunted by you… and…”

He could hear The Maneater breathing heavily. “And what?”

“And…” Michael twiddled with his fingers behind his back. “And, part of me wanted you to catch me.”

The Maneater shivered, and she lazily tossed the knife across the room before cupping Michael’s face with her gloved hands. The material was thin enough to allow him to feel the warmth of her hands through it, and he let out a soft moan as his eyes fluttered closed at her touch.

“And now that I have you,” She rubbed her thumbs against the apples of his cheeks. “What should I do with you?”

Michael slowly opened his eyes, looking up at her with a soft expression. “Let me see who you are.”

The Maneater cocked her head, taking a moment to consider the idea. “Only if you ask nicely.”

Michael’s eyelashes fluttered as he breathed. “Can you show me who you are? Please?”

The Maneater slowly drew her hands away from Michael, and he softly whimpered at the loss of contact. “How polite~” She grabbed at her ghost face mask. “I guess I have no choice but to show you, now.” Then, in one fluid motion, she ripped it off.

Michael gasped at the beauty that hid underneath the eerie ghost face mask. He stared in silent wonder, taking in each feature of the human face that now greeted him with a knowing smirk. Your face.

He admired everything of yours that he could see. Your eyes. Your smile. The blush that only slightly betrayed your intimidating gaze. You were gorgeous. You were everything he wanted, and he wanted you a lot.

When you opened your mouth to speak, he hung on to your every word, finally being able to match the familiar voice to the new face. “That radio station you listen to knows me as ‘The Maneater’, but my real name is Y/N.”

“Y/N…” Michael softly tested your name on his tongue. “You look amazing…”

You chuckled at his compliment, holding a hand up to cover your growing smile. “You flatter me, Michael." You caressed his face in your gloved hands, leaning in closer until your forehead rested against his.

Michael could feel himself growing desperate. He could feel your hands on him, your breath intermingling with his against his mouth, and your gaze as it remained unwavering from his face. He would stare into those eyes for hours if his nerves allowed him to. He wanted nothing more than to pull you on top of him and beg you to take him.

Instead, all he could muster was a soft plea. “T- Touch me… Please…”

A sinister smirk tugged at your lips. “You want me to touch you?” You softly slid a hand up his thigh. “Like this?”

Michael almost felt dizzy under your touch. “Mmh… I need more…”

“More?” You jumped up onto the bed and crawled onto him, straddling his thighs. “You’re a needy thing, aren’t you?” You softly chuckled. “Luckily for you, I want the same things you do.”

Suddenly, you pulled him into a bruising kiss, grinding against the bulge that strained against the front of his jeans. He moaned at the friction, granting your tongue access to his mouth as you pulled him closer.

It was hot. Incredibly hot. Every inch of his skin burned for more of you, and he felt the overwhelming urge to pull you closer. He felt sweat building on his brow as his impatience grew. He whined as he bucked his hips into yours, drawing a soft moan from your lips.

You pulled away from the kiss, briefly staying connected to Michael by a string of saliva. “You’re as tasty as you are pretty. I don’t think I’ll be able to get enough of you.”

Michael felt a wave of both pride and embarrassment as he shyly looked away. If he wasn’t already heavily blushing, he definitely would have been now.

You began to trail kisses along his neck, unbuttoning his shirt as you made your way to his collar. He felt a sudden draft over his skin as you finally opened his shirt, sliding it off of his shoulders. The fabric collected behind his back, but the warmth of his wrists underneath the bunched material couldn’t compare to the warmth of his skin against yours.

Casting your gloves aside, you began to feel around on his chest. Michael hoped, for a moment, that you couldn’t feel how his heart pounded. Your kisses began to grow more possessive as you sucked on the sweet spot on his neck. He was sure it would visibly bruise by morning, but he didn’t care. He wanted you to mark him. To lay claim to him. He wanted you to leave reminders of what was happening that night all over his body.

You then slid your hands down to his belt, undoing it before freeing his aching cock from the confines of his jeans. He anxiously bit his lip as you closely examined his length, the tip dripping with precum.

“So hard for me,” You breathed, your fingers teasing the weeping tip.

“P- Please…” Michael mewled, tears of desperation prickling in his eyes.

It was then that you finally gave in, moving off of his lap to strip off your black cloak, before letting your equally dark bra and panties fall to join the pool of clothes at your feet. Michael’s eyes scoured over every inch of your skin–your thighs, your stomach, your breasts–before meeting your own. His hands were eager to reach out and touch you, but the faint rattling sound from behind his back reminded him that his hands were still bound.

“Don’t lose your patience now, Michael.” You playfully tutted as you returned to his lap. “We’re almost there.” You began lining yourself up with him, teasing his tip between your slick folds. “Feel that? That’s how you made me feel tonight. I meant it when I said I had a lot of fun chasing you.” Everything you were saying was filthy and raw, and it only made Michael all the more desperate for you.

He whined, words escaping him. “Mh… Please…”

Leaning forward, you kissed him again as you finally let him inside. He felt his eyes roll back as your inner walls surrounded his throbbing cock. You moaned into his mouth as he slowly filled you.

Once you broke the kiss, you began to move your hips, setting a brutal pace as you allowed Michael’s length to slide in and out of you. He watched the way your breasts bounced with each thrust of your hips. Your head was only slightly tilted back as you shamelessly moaned aloud, your eyes unmoving from his face

Michael’s mind grew hazy. All he could think about was how good your tight cunt felt around his cock… and it felt good. The wet sounds your movements created faded into background noise as your pornographic moans became the only sound he could hear clearly.

“Mh- Ohhh…” He could feel warm tears spilling over his cheeks, but he couldn’t care about how he looked anymore. He was too lost in ecstasy. “So good- Ah!”

“Oh, Michael,” Between thrusts, your voice sounded smooth. Almost hypnotizing. “You’re so pretty when you cry for me.” You cupped his face in your hands, wiping away a tear with your thumb as the stream continued.

“It feels too good…” He imagined it would be the only coherent sentence he would form that night.

“You make me feel good, too, pretty boy.” You grunted as you clenched around him, earning another whine from him.

The pressure was mounting quickly. Michael could feel it. His hair was sticking to the sweat on his forehead, and his release was so close. He just needed that one push to send him over the edge. Just a little more.

“Gonna cum already?” You teased as a light sheen of sweat formed on your brow. “You have such a sensitive cock. I can’t wait to milk it for every drop you have.”

“Please!” Michael choked as you leaned in to kiss his tear-streaked cheek.

“Awww. You really want to cum?” You immediately stopped your movements. “Not just yet, pretty boy.”

Michael choked out a sob as you edged him. “P- Please!” He attempted to buck his hips as tears spilled unceasingly over his cheeks. “Please, I want to cum! Please!”

“Poor thing…” You cooed, holding his hips down to remain unwavering in your stillness. “You’re really desperate, hm?”

Michael quickly nodded his head. In that moment, he was willing to do anything to be able to taste that sweet release you were keeping from him. His squirms of discomfort only seemed to spur you on, the sinister grin on your face growing with each whine that escaped his throat.

“Please…” Michael persisted. “Please, let me cum.”

You gave him a quick peck on the lips before giving in. “You’re lucky you’re sexy when you beg.”

You began riding him again, setting a more intense pace than before. You gripped his shoulders for leverage as you full-force fucked him, unrelenting in your motions. 

“Mm- I- I-” Michael’s voice curled into whimpers as he neared his peak again. “M’cumming… C- Cumming!”

“Cum for me, Michael.” You softly ordered. “Let me feel you cum inside me.”

“I- I- Ah!” Michael finally hit his breaking point, and his cock twitched, filling you with his release as his moans grew in volume.

You helped him ride out his sigh, his orgasm bringing you to your own, and your praise remained unceasing as you came. “That’s it, Michael. Mmh… Fill me up just like that. Oh, yes… That feels so good… My pretty boy.”

As you both came down from your highs, Michael leaned his head back against the headboard of the bed, panting as his brain remained hazy from post-orgasm bliss. He just noticed your own heavy breathing right before you pulled him into another kiss. This kiss was softer. More affectionate than passionate.

Once you pulled away, you breathlessly smiled. “Don’t get too comfortable, Michael. I’m not done with you just yet~”

“Wh- What…” His voice trailed off, the question remaining unfinished as you trailed your kisses along his jaw.

“I’m gonna keep you busy for a while.” You whispered against his ear, making him shudder. “Didn’t you hear me earlier? I’m gonna milk you for every drop you have.”

Michael bit his lip as your inner walls clenched around his cock. This is gonna be a long night…

[cheesesoda]

The Sun & The Moon

michael afton x daytime worker!reader

a/n: i’m back in my fnaf phase (dw im still in my re phase as well) and i wanna write for pookie bear (michael afton)

also no one dies au (or at least i don’t talk about it) cuz i just need him to have a somewhat normal life

(pre-scooped michael 🫶)

genre: fluff (shocker)

summary: michael has a lil crush on the daytime worker.

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he had been on edge all night. clanking metal, circus baby’s voice, the animatronics disappearing randomly, it was a rough night (as always).

all of a sudden, he saw something move on the cameras. it moved much quicker and more fluid than the animatronics. due to the shitty lighting, he couldn’t see much except a black silhouette of the figure. it was also significantly smaller than the robots. heart racing in fear, michael froze on the spot. suddenly, he heard thumps in the vent leading to the camera room. the thumping got closer and his heart pounded harder than ever.

suddenly, a figure emerged from the vent and michael shone his flashing directly in its eyes. “ow!” the figure yelped at the sudden bright light. he took a good look at it. or should he say her? stood before him, a girl with h/l h/c hair and s/c skin. ‘shit, she’s pretty,’ he thought to himself. “sorry to bother you, i forgot my work shirt in here.” she smiled nervously, looking around the room. “uh- oh- yeah, it’s no bother, don’t worry about it!” he stammers, knowing damn well he has a blush on his face.

when she found her shirt, she faced him again. “thanks, you must be the night shift worker?” she asks. “y-yeah, i’m michael.” he introduces himself. “y/n. nice to meet you, michael! im a daytime worker so i probably won’t see you around, but...” she trails off. “but?” he asks. “never mind! well, see ya, michael!” she smiles warmly. and with that, she scampers back into the vent. once she’s gone, he sighs. “damn…” he mutters.

a/n: should i make a part 2? (sorry this is so short, i just wanna see how it’s received!)

[ynisreal]

wires (1) - michael afton x reader

author´s note: i posted this on AO3 and thought, since i read a LOT of fanfiction in here as well, why not post here too? soooo here is my lil contribuition :D summary: A reader-insert in which you work as a security guard at Sister Location and you start to feel a little too drawn to the night security guard. Or Michael has already been scooped and can't get out of the establishment, becoming the night security guard. So the only entertainment he has is the cute daytime security guard who is a bit clumsy.

Chapter One

Since the incident that ended Michael's life, he hasn't been able to leave the same place where death found him. Fazbear Sister Location has become his home, not so comfortable, but it works for him. Michael knows that he won't be able to live a normal life in the state he's in, purple and ever-falling skin, exposed bones and black eyes. No longer alive. The animatronics who did this to him, including his sister, decided to let his body decompose in an alley, and he had no choice but to crawl to the place where he took his last breath.

He didn't blame his sister, far from it, he knew she was trying to protect herself and couldn't recognize her own brother's face. Imagine being so blinded by anger and fear that you can't recognize your sibling. Well, he knows he can blame the shitty father they both had for recent events. That was already a relief in his chest. Michael already carried a lot of guilt in his heart, he didn't need any more of it.

The days were monotonous. Henry came to visit one day or another, always with clothes in hand and a few items from Mike's place to comfort the undead. Michael was grateful for Henry, knowing that the poor man was still struggling with the grief of his own daughter, so he helped Michael in any way he could, welcoming him like the child he had lost. They talked, Henry hoping that he could build something to help Michael live normally again, which they both knew was unlikely. There was no going back, he had lost his life, now a ghost in his own rotting body.

Michael was now in charge of the establishment, forever a security guard who worked night and day shifts. Every hour of his day was spent walking the corridors, watching the same movies on the old television Henry had installed for him, cleaning the same toilets and reading any book or magazine he could find in the staff room.

"The other employees of the company are beginning to question why this establishment is still empty," Henry continues. Michael, who had been lost in his thoughts, returned to paying attention to what his father's former friend was saying. "Apparently, they want to start a bigger project on this site, and they need the place intact, so they're pressing to have a security guard here for when the construction company comes."

Oh yes, Michael wasn't officially the security guard. He was only officially dead.

"Create a false identity for me and I can take care of security," Michael shrugged, looking at the older man in front of him, "The establishment would be under observation all hours of the day, after all, I can't get out of here," he tried to make a joke, but neither he nor Henry seemed to find it funny.

"What about when the staff arrive to redesign the place during the day? Are you going to serve them little cups of coffee and cookies looking like that?" Henry says dryly. Ouch, that pained Michael. He knows what he was suggesting was a bit insane, the day shift would be impossible to avoid being spotted.

"Okay, so you're going to put a security guard on the day shift, and what about me? Am I going to beg him not to tell the others about me?" Michael replies in the same way, a little frustrated that the solution was so simple and yet so impossible at the same time: he just had to get out of here.

"No," Henry replies, "You stay hidden."

Michael doesn't answer the older man. He knows Henry is right, but it's so unfair to go through what he's been through and have to live in hiding. In the same shadows that those who killed him live in. His whole life was built on injustice, the death of his brother, the constant running away from his father, the terror the poor children suffered, his own death and what came after it. Injustice was no stranger to Michael, so he accepts what his reality will become in the coming days. Spending the day hiding in the small back room, locked up like an animal, until night comes and he is able to roam not so freely around the establishment where he died.

Great.

Henry gave Michael one last hug, saying he would be back in the next few days to bring the younger man some comfort items, promising to bring him some interesting new movies or books. Honestly, Henry knows that no movie or book would improve the situation of the man he considered his own son, but he had to play with the pieces he had.

The next two days passed in the same way as the others, Henry visiting, mopping the same floors, watching the same movies and reading the same magazines. On the third day, Henry had warned him that the new security guard would be arriving at 6 o'clock in the morning. She was apparently a woman a little younger than Mike, desperate to find a job to help support her younger sister. Henry described you as a sweet, quiet woman, who certainly won't bring any more problems into Michael's life. Mike sighed in relief.

The day began with Michael quickly locking the door to the room he was in. It was a spare back room used to store the remains of the animatronics that had escaped and other old things from other establishments, making it spacious enough for him to put a mattress on the floor and the small television that Henry had installed. Genuinely, it was the best Michael could ask for in this situation.

He hears you entering the main hall, the little-used doors making a loud noise down the corridors. He also hears that the sound of the doors startles you, causing you to let out a nervous yelp, which puts a small smile on Michael's face. If you are that easily frightened, perhaps it wasn't the best option to work in a place with a reputation as dirty and shady as Fazbear Entertainment's establishments.

You really had been startled by the loud noise from the doors, not expecting a noise assault at this time of the morning. It's 6 a.m. and you've barely slept, a little bit spooked by the rumors your little sister told you when you revealed where you were going to work. She was only 10, but she didn't seem to be afraid of anything, creating a hard shell after so many years of watching you deal with the difficulties of studying, working and looking after her at the same time. Your sister looked up to you, and wanted to help you in any way she could, so she didn't seem like a child at times. Some nights you were relieved that she was so mature, but soon you regretted it, feeling ignorant for not having been able to give her a normal childhood.

Your father threw your mother out of the house when he found out about her constant lovers, which led to you being thrown out too. You had nothing to do with what your mother did, you were just a child, which is why you loathe your father to this day. Your mother wasn't much help either, getting pregnant with your little sister a short time later, by a random man she met in the bar. She didn't make an effort to look after you or your sister, so it didn't surprise you to wake up one day and see her goodbye note with lunch money inside.

You walk through the main hall impressed by how clean it was. Oh well, the last security guard must have constantly cleaned everything. You think as you reach for the switch to turn on the lights, already reaching for the map you'd been given during your interview, explaining each room and what you had to do during your shift. It consisted of looking at the cameras to prevent intruders, keeping an eye on the employees who were going to redesign the establishment and locking the doors when either they or you leave, so that the night security guard could take over the next shift.

However, after looking at the clean and tidy state in which the last security guard left the corridors and rooms, you felt guilty for not keeping them clean too, wanting to maintain the hard work he had put in. As you sat down in the chair in the control room, you turned on the monitors to watch the cameras and wait for the architects who had said they would arrive today, placing a small napkin under your coffee cup to avoid staining the wood of the table. You´re welcome, last security.

The first few hours of your workday pass quietly, even a little tediously, as you stare at the screens in front of you, feeling your eyes burn at the image of empty corridors and stages just as blank. The sweet man who had interviewed you had told you about the transfer of the animatronics, but unfortunately for him, you had learned from a young age to spot when older people were lying to you. Whether it was intuition or pure coincidence, you had realized that he wasn't telling you the real reason why there were no animatronics on stage at the moment, and, combined with your sister's stories, you found yourself a little wary, not taking your eyes off the monitors.

"We're here, Y/n, open up here," you were startled by the sudden voice coming from the radio the company had given you, recognizing that it was the architects who had arrived on the scene. "Okay, I'll be right there," you reply almost immediately, getting up to walk to the main hall. The architects had already gone up the elevator and were standing behind the main door, waiting for you to unlock it.

"Wow, that door makes a loud fucking noise," the man wearing a suit and carrying a briefcase said when you opened the doors, his voice sounding frantic. You flinched at the sound of such a rude voice ruining the silence you'd been in for hours. He was accompanied by a shorter woman, who was in more casual clothes and carrying too many materials for her small arms to hold. "You must be the new security guard," the architect in the suit looked at you, his tone not at all inviting.

"Yes, my name is-" you stop your sentence when you see that he hasn't waited for your answer, and instead started walking down the hall with a small notebook now in hand, leaving the briefcase at your feet.

You allow your mouth to drop into an expression of surprise, looking down at the briefcase at your foot, waiting to be picked up in your arms. "Sorry, Mr. Noah had a bad day," the woman in front of you says, a nervous smile on her face, trying to make up for what her boss was doing, "My name is Alice." She tries to extend her hand to greet you, but some of the materials she was holding fall to the floor.

You bend down to pick up what had fallen and the briefcase that was still on your feet. "My name is Y/n," you reply, still incredulous at the whole situation, helping Alice carry the materials and the briefcase, realizing how difficult it was to keep everything in just two hands. Wow, this woman has been carrying this around all day?. Alice starts to follow her boss, Noah, when she hears him call out, a little annoyed that his things had fallen. You had no choice but to follow her, going after the man who was so caught up in his own ego to notice his own actions.

You showed the map to both of them, taking them to the rooms they wanted to see. The two of them worked in a frustrating dynamic, with Noah constantly making observations and critiques of the establishment's architecture, coming up with ideas for the new attraction and who they should call in to help with the redesign, and Alice writing down every word that came out of the rude man's big mouth. You grew increasingly tired of the architect's voice, already exhausted from going back and forth to the hall where they had left the materials to bring some item he needed.

Noah seemed satisfied with his ideas when it started to get dark, as he finally shut up and, without warning, started walking towards the exit of Ballora's Gallery, calling Alice to follow him. Once again, you had no choice but to go after them both, the stress and tiredness already getting to you, but relieved that they seemed to be leaving. You open the doors for both of them, returning the small nod and smile that Alice gave you before disappearing into the elevator.

When you lock the door, you pull up the sleeves of your uniform to check the time. It was 5 o'clock in the afternoon, one hour before your workday ended and that of the night security guard would begin. A tired sigh escapes your lips as you quickly close your eyes, imagining your warm bed and the plate of food waiting for you at home. Man, I just want this first day to be over. You've been on your nerves all day, with Noah's absurdly annoying voice and your fear of the stories you've heard, your body going rigid every time you heard some strange noise.

Your legs practically carry you into the control room, dumping you into the chair, feeling the relief of letting your leg muscles rest from having stood too long watching Alice and Noah work. You adjusted your spine to rest against the back of the uncomfortable chair, prepared to spend the final hour letting the monitor screens burn your retina once again. But your body seemed to have another idea: as soon as you leaned your head against the palm of your hand, your eyes began to feel heavy, and with every second that passed, they felt heavier and heavier. At some point, you blinked and didn't open your eyes again, letting your head fall into your own arms and falling asleep on the control desk.

It's already 6 o'clock, why hasn't she left yet? Michael wondered when he didn't hear your footsteps or the doors closing. He had learned your name today, Y/n, several times hearing a female voice, which sounded like one of the employees who had visited today, call you by it. Alice and Noah were the employees. The constant "Yes, Mr. Noah" in a shy, nervous tone still burned his ears. It felt strange to hear so much commotion in the place he had lived quietly for a while, at least he liked your voice. Michael could hear your brief explanations of the features of each room, a really sweet voice like Henry had described. You spoke politely, even though your tone seemed irritated when you answered the arrogant man, you still expressed yourself calmly and with good manners.

Michael kept wondering how you managed to behave so calmly even though there was clear irritation in your voice. He was always the opposite, letting his emotions get the better of him, getting into unnecessary fights as a teenager, and not improving much as a young adult. His investigation with Henry helped him create a focus in his life after his brother's death and his father's crimes, centering his anger and violence on avenging those who had suffered at the hands of his father. So if it were him in your shoes today, Noah would probably have left the establishment with more than a black eye.

It was close to 6:30 and he still hadn't heard any sign of your departure. Michael immediately began to worry: Had the animatronics come back? Had you hurt yourself on an exposed wire? Had you gotten lost in a random room? As the minutes ticked by, Michael's worries grew louder and louder; he genuinely couldn't bear another death on his hands due to carelessness or negligence. With anxiety almost making him deaf, once again letting his emotions take over his consciousness, Michael tucks the "Security" vest into his hoodie, pulling the hood over his head, and opens the door of the room where he was hiding. He had to make sure you were all right, not wanting another person to die for this miserable franchise. You were almost his age and your sister was waiting for you at home, so you needed to be okay.

Michael walked quickly through the corridors that he had memorized in his mind, heading for the control room, knowing that the security guards were tasked with looking at the same monitors he already looked at. To his surprise, you weren't dead or lost, in fact, you were asleep. Little sighs escaped your lips, showing how tiring your first day had been, which made Michael smile slightly. How he missed being able to meet up with other people, only having Henry's company. And he was grateful that this lack of contact was broken by the sight of you lying on the control desk, a few strands of hair scattered over the controls, leaving your face visible to Michael's eyes. You were beautiful, Michael noticed, young and pretty, some features tired by the probable weight of looking after your sister alone. Perhaps in another life, he would have asked for your number in a bar or asked you out on a date. In another life, he wouldn't be cursed by his father's crimes and still alive. This last thought seemed to wake Michael from his daydream, and he quietly stepped away from the chair, going to hide behind the shadows that the corridors were creating, not wanting to be seen.

"Good night," he says in a loud, hoarse tone. This seems to surprise you, as you stand up wide-eyed and in a defensive position, letting a small yelp come out of your mouth. You rub your eyes, your tiredness immediately leaving your body to answer whoever was calling you. Your eyes scan the control room, finding no one, until your gaze meets the tall figure at the door. It was a man, tall and broad-shouldered, his hood hid his face and his hands were in his pockets. You couldn't make out who he was or any trace of him, only the silhouette of a stranger in the shadows. From his voice and what the shadows let you see of his body, he seemed to be about your age, his shoulders broad and the sleeves of his jacket a little too tight around his biceps.

"Your shift is over," the man's shadow speaks again. You roll up the sleeves of your uniform to look at the time. Shit, it's almost 7 o'clock at night. Your eyes widen and your cheeks turn red, embarrassed at being caught sleeping on the job. Michael had to hold back the smile that wanted to grow, finding your reaction incredibly cute. You really were very beautiful, it was nice to see someone so beautiful after so long looking only at the floorboards and the cleaning products. If this was the last time he would have human contact, he was more than satisfied.

"Shit, I'm so sorry-" You quickly say, collecting your things from the table and tossing them rapidly into your backpack, which was leaning against the corner of the room. "I'm leaving, I'm really sorry," you repeated as you slipped the straps over your shoulders and walked towards the door. Michael sank a little further into the shadows, letting you pass him and start walking towards the front door. Although your steps were quick, you noticed as you passed him the difference in height that was made, the man had a remarkable presence, being much taller than you, with wide arms and a thick voice. You blushed a little more.

Michael wanted to follow you, take you to the door and extend the moment a little longer, not wanting the first human contact he had after such a long time to be so brief. He wanted more time to engrave your face. But he didn't follow you, he didn't want to risk being seen. He wasn't expecting you to suddenly stop in your tracks, turning your body towards him, with a shy smile on your face.

"Hm, good evening and good work..." You waited for the man in the shadows to respond with his name. Michael let his eyes wander down your body, the security uniform fitting your curves beautifully. Thank you for this last gift, whatever entity is up there listening to me.

"Michael," he replied, his voice a little less dry, a smile invisible to you taking over the man's features. You really wouldn't be any trouble for him, as Henry had said.

You crack a smile, raising your hand to wave goodbye to the night security guard.

"Y/n," you respond.

[kining-the-evil]

Stu or William Afton trying to be normal for Christmas, but they just can't help gloating about their wealth

Warnings: none really. A little suggestive at the end

An: I’m accepting Christmas Drabble requests for the next 4 hours

“Here you are beautiful.” Stu jumped over the couch, landing next to you with a small gift bag in his hands. You had snuck away from your family for a bit to spend time with Stu on Christmas Eve. You hated that he was alone, but your boyfriend had refused to come over to yours for Christmas. Stu claimed to enjoy the time alone and that Billy tended to show up at some point anyways.

“And for you.” You handed over the wrapped box you had for him while taking the bag. “In three?”

“One,” Stu started.

“Two,” you added.

“Three!” You both said at the same time before opening the gifts.

You pulled the paper out of the bag along with a thin box. You let out a small gasp as you opened the box, finding a necklace. It was an 8 pointed star that looked to be silver with a shining black diamond in the middle. You should be grateful for something like this, any girl would be ecstatic to receive something so nice, but your heart sank when you saw it.

You glanced up at Stu, seeing him staring at you. “What do you think?” He sounded excited, but you couldn’t match his energy.

“I… I thought we were sticking with $20.” Stu just waved that off.

“I knew you’d like it, I didn’t even look at the price.”

His words caused the pit in your stomach to feel heavier. And a glance to the side made a lump in your throat grow. You had bought Stu a Michael Myers art print, it wasn’t super expensive, but you had thought it was pretty and that Stu would like it. Instead, it was thrown to the side, half the wrapping paper still on it.

“Baby, are you okay?” Stu’s words made you realize how close you were to tears, and suddenly you couldn’t hold it in, letting out a small sob. “Hey….don't cry, baby,” Stu scooped you into his arms.

“You hate it!” You sobbed into his chest, fisting his shirt slightly.

“What are you talking about? I hate what, baby?”

“The- the gift I got you.” You sniffled as you started to calm down, not that the sadness was going away at all.

“I don’t hate it, what makes you think that?”

“You didn’t even open it all the way…” you whispered. Stu leaned forward slightly to grab the gift off of the coffee table.

“Baby, I love it. I just wanted to see you open your gift.” Stu tried to explain but you shook your head.

“It’s nothing compared to what you got me.”

“Baby, I don’t need some expensive gift. This shows that you know me, it’s something you knew I’d like.”

“But you always buy my expensive gifts for everything, and I… you deserve to get nice stuff too. I feel bad because I can’t afford anything like what you buy me.”

Stu listened to you talk, rubbing your back comfortingly. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel bad. I never think about the price tag, you know? I’m really just spending my parents money.”

You looked down at your hands slightly. You knew Stu was telling you the truth, you’d never seen him even check a price tag. When you went out he paid for everything, he’d buy lunch for your friend group, bought random shit he didn’t need, Stu never even thought about the price. But you didn’t have that luxury. Sure, you weren’t necessarily broke, but you had a budget. You had to work a part time job and your parents didn’t just buy you whatever.

Stu reached around you for the print, holding it for you to see. “I love it, and it’s going to go up in my room as soon as we’re done. I was more worried about you liking your necklace, which…” Stu set the picture down and reached for the necklace, taking it out of the box and clipping it around your neck. “Looks amazing on you.”

You blushed at his words, looking down at the necklace resting on your neck. “It is beautiful.”

“See! I knew you’d like it. I’ve always spoiled you, and I always will.”

“Maybe just…scale it down slightly every once in a while? I want to feel like I spoil you as much as you spoil me.” You explained, watching as Stu’s smile grew.

“You spoil me in the best ways.” Stu smirked suggestively, making you slap his shoulder.

“I’m trying to be serious!”

“Oh, I’m being very serious.” Stu promised as he leaned in to kiss your neck. “Now, why don’t I give you your second gift before you go home?”

“And what could that be?” You hummed as Stu’s hands moved up under your shirt.

“I think you know exactly what it is.”

[freestyle-crocodile-trashpile]

I don't know if I'm doing this right?

You seriously can ignore this if not.

My request is this:

Fnaf The afton family (They count as fnaf I think??) With male sibling reader.

You know how Elizabeth died for Circus baby? Make Y/N die from an animatronic as well

As in:

Y/N tells Elizabeth that father also told him not to go near animatronic but he's still going (you can choose which but if you don't wanna it can be funtime foxy) this gives Elizabeth the courage as well to see Circus baby. This obviously leads to their death. What's the rest of the afton's reaction? And what will Michaels be when he finds out that our soul's are trapped?

(I'm sorry if this isn't good enough or I'm stepping on your boundaries feel free to ignore!)

[A/n: I do indeed still write for fnaf, I probably always will. Thank you for requesting]

Summary:The family has to go through two deaths at once, you and Elizabeth

Type:Hcs: Aston family X Platonic!Son/Sibling!Reader

Version:Fnaf

Michael

Since this happened after Chris died he was freaking out

He was getting worse and worse

When three of your siblings dieing from an animatronic it does some stuff to you

And for Michael, it hit harder than you'd think

He got quieter, more distant, all his friends and the rest of his family is worried

He'd start staying in his bed, with no energy, not even enough to take a shower or brush his teeth

Only because he blames himself for his brothers death, and he already had that depression and guilt on his back, then his other brother and his sister at the same time

William

His children died, the amount of guilt on his back is alot as much as Michael

And just like Michael, he blames himself because he could have stopped you two, he could have kept a better watch

But didn't

He hasn't been the same since, more quiet, more aggressive, and way more tears in his alone time

If only he could go back and stop you two, or from building the animatronics at all, the animatronics have only brought death

Before, he didn't care, but now that he's sitting in the living room with a beer in hand and watching static, he's realized it was the biggest mistake of his life

He regrets this more than anything

Clara

She's a mother, This event is gonna hurt her like crazy

Her daughter and her son are now dead, and there's nothing she could have done, or did

She can't help but feel guilty for this

She tries to get better, to be happy, but it doesn't work, she started going to therapy though, to try and help cope

But nothing is working, not spending time with the family, or baking, or dancing, or therapy, not even ice cream

Her heart I'd broken, shattered, and all she can do is cry for hours... her poor babies, you were still young and happy

Why didn't you two listen? You two could've been home

[A/n:I hope you enjoyed]

[yellowbunnydreams]

The Blood Runs Thicker (part 12) ~vampire!William Afton x F! Reader~

Tag-List; @ruh--roh-raggy @randymeeksisafinalgirl @sleepy---head @robin-the-enby @hungrhay @likoplays @slxsher-whxre @nicolezghostz @spiderlilytengu

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* Want more or something different? *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

CW:Minors DNI, (18+ ONLY), Female Reader, legal age gap (Reader- 20's, William - 50's), graphic acts of violence, biting, knife-play, blood, blood-drinking/licking, mention of dead children, anaemia. Mentions of torture. Drama. Possessive behaviour. The suit stays ON

You weren't sure how long you had been driving, but the dark sky and the faint glow of the dashboard as you were no longer feeling your stomach turn at the smell of iron and raw meat was an indicator that it had been too long.

William hadn't moved whilst you had been driving. Or at least, not that you had seen. The yellow bunny suit made it easier to check on him the rearview mirror, allowing you to see a reflection, although you were still scared of what you would find when you peeled back the suit. Unsure of how much damage had been done to the vampire. How much damage Michael had done to him this time around.

"We're almost there...where-ever there is." You soothed softly to the still figure in the back. Blinking away the tiredness that had come crashing in as the adrenaline wore off. The car made a noise and you noticed the light had come on for fuel, swearing and running a hand through your hair before spotting a sign for a motel, indicating and pulling in so that you could hopefully get a room and some place other than the car to fix it all. You needed a shower. And sleep. You needed a lot of things if you thought too hard about it.

But the seemingly dead body, to all intents and purposes, was the priority.

Getting out of the car, parking it in the shadows near the back of the building. You dusted yourself off and managed to find a thick coat that Evan had stuffed on top of a box. Shrugging it on to hide any form of blood, dirt or other unpleasantness from prying eyes as you padded towards the office. Your feet hurt. You hurt. But it was so close at that point, you somehow found the energy to push open the door and smile cordially at the tired looking middle-aged man behind the desk.

"Can I have a room please? Preferablly near the back of the property, I don't want to move my car." You spoke softly, feeling yourself recoil at the slightly lecherous grin the man gave you as he looked you over, swallowing back the shudder that would have otherwise ripped through your body.

"Sure you can, little lady. It's usually ten dollars a night, but I can do a discount for something sweet like you." Grinning as he pulled out a form and a pen, scribbling over it to correct to the new price of five-dollars a night. "But as long as you promise to call me." He said, tapping the phone number listed for the reception and underlining it for you before turning the paperwork your way.

"Sure. I can do that." Something in your stomach dropped as you signed a fake name with a flourish. Choosing to use a different last name rather than a different first name, in case you forgot what you had used and zoned out around the man who looked at you like fresh meat.

And not in the way you were beginning to enjoy from those intense grey eyes behind the gold wore aviators.

Placing ten dollars down on the counter, you took the keys quickly and headed back towards the room and the car. Heart pounding as you began to jog once out of sight. Identifying and unlocking the room before propping the door open, then the car. Sighing as you looked at the seemingly lifeless suit.

"Come on William. We're going a little further." The silence in reply, rather than a sarcastic comment, was almost deafening.

Wrapping your arms around his chest and under his arms again, you grunted as the weight moved slowly from the seat. Swearing as once he had moved enough, his heavy legs landed on you and slightly crushed one foot. Taking a few panting deep breaths and dragging him towards the open door, focusing on putting one foot after the other and making sure that you didn't fall and allow yourself to be crushed by the body nor the suit.

Finally, he was propped again the wall in the small, musty, yellow lighted room. The worn out pattern on the carpets and wallpaper making you wonder how many people had passed through before you.

Sitting on the bed, you needed a moment to gather your breath and your thoughts. You weren't sure you'd even been thinking when you dragged him out of the building.

You could have been free.

But you weren't and there was no point dwelling on something you could have done when you had things to do. William needed your help, and you sure weren't going to let him forget it when he crawled out of that suit.

Standing up again, the bags from the car were soon moved in, locking William inside as you tucked the collar of your coat against the rain and shoved your hands into your pockets. Throwing a blanket over the backseat of the car temporarily to hide the blood and scuff marks that you knew you should clean before heading off into the night.

Luckily, the town you'd ended up in seemed to have what you were looking for. You weren't religious, but praying seemed appropriate as the neon and white lights came into view and cast long shadows over your face. There was no time to think however, as you kept to the parts where the lights couldn't reach and out of the judgement of the glaring red cross above the building's main entrance.

It was appropriate that your heart pounded in your chest so fast, watching several vans and cars drive past, some of which marked as donation cars. Probably heading towards the next blood drive to get set up for the morning. You couldn't help the guilt that gnawed at your chest as you crept forwards, looking for one of the refrigerated trucks that would probably be your best bet to get ahold of a lot of blood for William.

Voices made you pause. Loud and laughing as you slunk forwards in the shadows. Heart pounding wildly in your chest as you spotted two workers smoking near the open garage door, a truck parked inside and opened at the back, revealing rows of bags all lined up on hooks. The stopper at the end to prevent them falling off during transit was removed from the bottom most one you could see, glancing between the workers and the truck, you decided to take your chance.

As you sprang forwards and grabbed what you could before darting off in a different direction, you heard the alarmed shout. You didn't look back. Couldn't look back. The rough and unfamiliar ground threatened to turn you and your ill gotten spoils over and even though the voices faded out quickly, your ears still strained against the wind to see if they pursued.

Your lungs burnt in the cool air, heart pounding loudly in your ears as you found yourself back at the motel, finally looking back to see if you had been followed. The bags in your arms warming slightly due to your body heat, making you hurry inside to put them in the mini-fridge so that they wouldn't spoil. They may have been stolen, but you weren't planning on pulling such a stunt anytime soon.

Keeping one packet out, you gently tapped the yellow springlock head, hoping to hear any sounds of life inside.

Nothing.

With a sigh, and some caution, you slipped your fingers inside the mouth, between the chunky foam teeth and prizing it open slowly. Glancing bloodied skin and the smell of iron and raw meat making you gag slightly as you could make out a stubbled cheek, metal rods passing through the cheek and causing unknown damage to him.

You hoped it hadn't been death throes you'd seen earlier.

Releasing the jaw carefully, you picked up the bag besides you and tore a small hole with your canine, swallowing back your disgust as the thick, metallic liquid poured across your lip, trying to press the bag inside the suit mouth and to his lips. Praying that William would swallow. Something. Anything.

Nothing again.

Bracing yourself, you knew you'd have to work to give him a chance at survival. Grimacing and gagging as you brought the bag of blood back up to your lips, sucking softly and eyes watering as it coated your mouth and tongue. Trying to ignore the rising bile as you prized open the suit mouth again and pressed your head inside carefully.

It wasn't how you imagined a kiss with William might go. If you could even class it as a kiss at all. His lips were cold, chapped and clamy to the touch almost. Using your tongue to force apart his lips and tipping his head and body so that you could pass the blood from your mouth to his.

You missed the first movement. The second however caught you off guard, feeling the cold lips beneath yours parting and letting the blood fall in, weakly sealing around your tongue and you could feel the weak tug as if he tried to suck the blood off of it.

Heart racing, you pulled back and repeated the motion. Ignoring the front of your t-shirt and his suit becoming soaked as you feverishly tried to keep up the bloody kisses.

He was going to live.

And he was certainly going to owe you when he came back to you.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Whoop Dee Doo! It's that time again! Here's my humble request: Imagine the Glamrock Animatronics and Michael Afton listening to their girlfriend fawn over and brag about them to her friends. What'll they do?

Glamrock Freddy

He would be extremely flattered!

Of course, he’s the most popular out of all the gang. So he hears praises all the time.

But for you, his loving girlfriend, to say the sweetest things about him to your friends makes him blush without fail.

When you return to his side, he’s all like “awh, sweetheart...that was kind of you.”

Extremely bashful bear.

Your words warm his circuits from the inside out.

Montgomery Gator

Usually he’s all like “yeah I know I’m the best haha”. All cocky and shit.

Though the genuine compliments you give him (and mention to your friends who assume he’s scary) softens this tough gator’s heart.

Of course if any of them were to see him get flustered, he’d just bare his teeth as if to say “what’re you looking at???”

But when you rejoin his side to give him kisses, he’s back to being a pile of mush.

Glamrock Chica

Her heart just goes “!!!!!!!!!!!!!” anytime she hears you mention her.

“Chica does more than just eat and exercise..she has a sweet personality and always gives me support. I wouldn’t trade her for any animatronic in the world <3″ You say to your friends.

She always smiles no matter how bad of a day she’s having.

Even if she’s eating out of the trash impulsively you still compliment her, never judging her for the glitch.

Roxanne Wolf

Knowing how her confidence can skyrocket and tank unexpectedly, you give her optimism and compliments on a daily basis.

With her sharp hearing, she can hear what you say about her in front of your friends, beaming pridefully whenever they look her way.

She made sure they knew she was listening. Always.

On days where she feels low, you’re there to pick her right back up. 

It’s just what girlfriends do best <3

Michael Afton

“Listen, punks..my darling Michael is in no way like his father-”

He quickly learns how fast you’re willing to speak your mind, especially in his defense when he hears someone talk shit about him and his “cursed” family.

With friends who wonder how he's treating you, you tell them about all his good qualities while holding his hand.

Poor guy has to cover his face with his free hand to hide his growing blush.

But it makes him happy nevertheless, knowing he’s loved and worth fighting for.

[cock-ainee]

A tiny piece of Michael and period comfort because i got my period :((

"Sweet sweet lover"

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Word count: 290

Category: fluff/smut

(teeny tiny bit of smut)

Characters: Michael Afton x afab reader

Enjoy!

YN was laying on the bed, curled into a ball as her almighty, beautifull, amazing boyfriend walked in. She was in tears, clutching her tummy in her arms, making Michael worried.

- Hey cutie, you alright? -

He sat on the bed beside her and pulled her into his arms tenderly. YN looked up at him with her glossy eyes, looking pitiful.

- It hurts, Mikey.. -

She mumbled, making the man's heart break in pieces at her bad state.

- I know it hurts baby, but don't worry. I'll make it okay -

And the thing is.. YN completely believed him. How could she not believe her sweet sweet boy?

Michael pulled her to lay her back on his chest, as he slid his warm hands under her oversized shirt, and massaging the flesh of her tummy.

- There, honey, there. Just relax. In a moment I'll make you some tea, or we'll watch a movie and eat tons of ice cream -

- Mhm.. please -

YN pouted and looked up at Michael, smiling up at him as her cramps subsided a little.

- It still hurts though, hun.. -

Michael spent the whole time scrolling on his phone, trying to find a solution. And soon to YN's surprise, he slid a hand under the waistband of her panties.

- Honey nooo, there's blood here- -

YN's protests were quickly silenced as he started gently rubbing on her clit with slow, circular movements. YN was letting out soft gasps as the pleasurable sensation was easing her muscles - as well as her cramps. And when Michael could feel her coming apart to his touch, he looked over at YN, sleeping soundly.

- Guess ice cream can wait -

[dokoni-mo]

Just to be clear, this isn’t a request, this is a thirst with a question!

So say it’s Halloween in the bunny universe, and Micheal leaves to go spend it with his siblings. So naturally, our favorite Peepaw Afton invites his darling little bunny over, because he just misses them so much. And maybe they haven’t been able to see each other for a little, so William daddy is certainly pent up and just want to feel bunny again

Bunny knows this. They’ve missed him too, and they want to surprise him. Really surprise him. So how will they do it?

Purple Playboy bunny suit. A purple playboy bunny suit. The ears, the tail, the bow tie, and the cuff bracelets all, of it.

Bunny might end up giving him a heart attack

There is something I’d like your opinion on. I can’t decide if William would prefer fishnets, regular tights, or bare legs. I’m kinda leaning towards regular tights, I feel like he would love to rip them to get to his bunny faster 💜

cherry my beloved you are gonna be the death of me /pos

minors dni

warnings: just some word vomit loll, age-gap relationship (reader 20 will almost 40 you know the deal), swearing, sensual touching, sir kink, dom/sub understones, established relationship, not proofread bc i was typing this at like 3872 words per second aklsdfj

Will is definitely definitely a see-through tights kinda guy. Like you know the ones that are kinda sheer, but still have some color to them? He definitely likes those. Fishnets are just a pain to take off. And bare legs are fine of course, but there's just something about the tights that really get him going. Maybe its the fact that they're just barely covering what he wants? Or just likes the look to them? Maybe. But in my opinion, it would be more so because he could rip them off, and he likes the way the plush of your thighs pokes out of them when he does. He loves how soft his bunny is, and unwrapping them like a present just for him is a (not-so) guilty pleasure of his.

I can also see him as like the type of person where like he thinks he's expected to come up with all the surprises and all that in the relationship. He very much likes to wear the pants, and what he says goes. He just wants his bunny to be good for him and love him unconditionally. That's all he ever asks. And when little bunny is good for him, that's when he gets to spoil them.

So if you were to show up in such a surprise for him?? Oh my goodness gracious. He'd be fucking floored.

When Michael told him that he'd be taking out Liz and Evan for halloween, William just knew it was the perfect opportunity to see you. Around the holiday, the diner gets busier than ever decorating and doing on-brand things in celebration. William is an old fart that hates both kids and halloween, so that week is always super stressful for him. Adding on to the stress, he barely gets a chance to see his bunny. Can't even call them on the phone. He gets really fucking frustrated. To the point he can't even relieve himself. When you finally come over halloween night, he's already drooling over having you in his bed again, imagining all the different ways he'll get to play with his bunny.

I can imagine you showing up in like,, an almost comically large coat trynna keep the outfit a secret,, so when he opens the door he's just like,

"Bunny? Are you alright? I don't believe it's that cold... Are you not feeling well, love?"

You scuttle inside and he shuts the door behind you, "No, no, It's just... I didn't know how else to keep your surprise a surprise."

"A surprise? For me? My darling, you know you don't have to do anything like that. Just having you here is all I need, sweet thing."

You take him by the hand and drag him into his bedroom, your cheeks heated in your embarrassment, "Just... trust me, okay? I think you're gonna like it."

He sits on the edge of his bed as you stand in front of him, too nervous to make any sort of eye contact. He watches as you slowly but surely take off your coat and drop it to the floor, feeling heat creeping down his neck as you put on your little bunny-ear headband.

Fucking god you're so cute to him. And purple too? You payed attention well, didn't you bunny? You picked that color for him, didn't you? Oh, his precious little one. His sweet adorable rabbit. You missed him too, didn't you? Of course you did. He missed you just as much. Can't you see it? Especially in the way his pants were already staring to tent?

"I-I'm sorry if you don't like it, but..." you peeped out, "I just saw it at the store and... You always say I'm your bunny, so..."

William didn't say a word as he stood up from his seat, reaching out and grabbing you by the waist and pulling you close. His large, strong hands were already wandering your body, feeling the fabric of your little costume on his fingertips. Pressed against him, you could already feel the effect your little surprise had on him against your thigh as he whispered to you.

"You have five seconds to get on that bed. Now. Or sir won't be very kind to you tonight, bunny."

[north-noire]

Okay... WHAT IS WILLIAM EVEN DOING TO EVAN?????????? WITH FREDBESR'S HEAD??????

Wthhhh it looks so disturbing

What is william doing to his kids in general in this au??? He seems... Not good tbh, based on that lil post :0

Hello hello, kind anon!

I don't blame people for mistaking it with the Fredbear head but it's actually a Springbonnie head! I don't blame people for not knowing though, animatronics aren't really my forte, but I'm trying to improve! But I'm glad I got the disturbing vibes down ^^

Anyway, essentially, William was trying to help Evan not get afraid of the animatronics, because at some point he'd catch wind of it, and he doesn't want his kid to be afraid of something he helped create, so he wears a Springbonnie head himself to try and make Evan associate him (William) with the animatronic and not, whatever Evan gets scared of - but Evan's imagination gets the best of him sometimes, especially after that one incident he saw...

(Yes, the artwork is from Evan's POV.)

William was just trying to not make Evan scared of the animatronics not realizing that Evan isn't just scared of the animatronics, but also the employees in the costumes itself. Really shows how far kids' imaginations can be, huh?

Generally pre-Bite of '83 William in this AU is somewhat of a decent, alright father (albeit, imperfect) to his children. He could be a bit better (he's not good at resolving emotional conflict at all) but he could be worse. Really though, he's really a family man at heart and really loves his kids/family (which is both a good AND a bad thing, may I add). He actually really likes taking care of them, especially Evan (who's his favorite child). He just resonates with Evan a lot more than Elizabeth or Michael.

He never gets along with Michael because Michael's personality just clashes with him, so he mostly just leaves him alone, but he still tries to get along with him sometimes to his wife (Lisa Afton)'s suggestions. He never really knows what to do with Michael and Evan's constant bickering, and either chalks it up to typical sibling fighting/rivalry or tries to just separate Evan from the scene to get it over with. He doesn't really realize how bad it gets sometimes, though...

He's alright with Elizabeth though, he's willing to play with her and stuff if she really wanted to, and finds her pretty cute for the most part!

Post Bite of '83 William, though?

I'll reveal that in the AU itself, so keep an eye for that perhaps? :] (his outcome is definitely not good.)

Thank you for asking, anon! Hope these answers suffice :]

[l1tw1ck]

Coveting

top!father-in-law william afton x bottom!ftm reader

↳ W.C: 1,065

Words Used for Reader: Hole, Sex, T-Dick

↳ [Event Request] | No AFAB Language Used

↳ Fandom: Five Nights at Freddy's

CW: Non-Con, Touching, Fingering, Groping, Threats, Face Fucking, Creampie

Reader Discretion is Advised

It hasn't been too long since you married Michael Afton, and you've definitely noticed the weird looks your father-in-law William's been giving you since then. You live with Michael's entire family, so you have no choice but to be around his father regardless of how uncomfortable he makes you.

The way his hands would linger on your body for a moment too long or the way he'd 'accidentally' walk in on you moments before you shower. Thanks to the lock that mysteriously broke one day, you have no defense against the man entering the bathroom next to yours and Michael's room. Of all bathrooms, he always wants to use that one. You know he likes you but you have no intention of letting him go anywhere with you. You're married and he's much older than you, hooking up with him is the last thing you want to do.

You haven't told anyone about his inappropriate behavior since you assumed it wouldn't go any further than it had already gone.

But it did.

You were watching TV by yourself, thinking you were going to be home alone for once. But unfortunately, the door opened to reveal your father in law.

He smiled at you and sat down next to you, wrapping his arm around you. You took a deep breath to calm yourself. Maybe he won't be weird today, that's what you hoped.

Your hopes meant nothing. He shushed you as his other hand snuck down underneath your shorts and underwear, running two of his fingers up your sex. “Stay still.” He whispered.

You didn't move, purely out of fear.

He fingered you until he managed to make you come, which surprised you since you were so scared. He pulled his fingers out and sucked on them, tasting your cum with a smile on his face.

You thought maybe he'd stop at that, since he never tried to do it again.

But once again, you were wrong.

You wake up, in bed alone while your husband is working, to the feeling of your covers being pulled away, causing your eyes to shoot open. The moonlight illuminates the culprit, William.

"What are you doing?" You grab the blankets to cover yourself back up.

"Shh, be quiet." He rips the blankets away from you.

You open your mouth to scream but he covers your mouth, his other hand digging into his pocket to pull out a pocket knife. "Don't you dare."

Your breath hitches, heart racing in fear.

"You're going to stay still and let me touch you, okay, love? Don't fight back." He puts the knife back in his pocket.

You shiver in disgust, letting him run his hands along your body, his hands groping you softly. William sighs lovingly as his hand moves in between your legs, touching you through your boxers. "It's like you were created to tease me."

You try not to move away, afraid of making a wrong move.

"I never imagined coveting my son's husband." He chuckles, pulling his pants down and bringing out his hard length. He moves your head to face his cock, the tip pressing against your lips. You look up at him with pleading eyes but all that does is turn him on even more.

"Open." He commands. You shakily open up your mouth, allowing him to slip his cock inside. William groans, gently thrusting in and out of your mouth. You lay limp, knowing there's nothing good that'll come out of fighting him. Don't bring fists to a knife fight as they say.

He speeds up, fucking your mouth aggressively. Tears fall down your cheeks as he abuses your throat, thrusting with unusual vigor for a man his age.

The both of you are thankful you don't gag when he hits the back of your throat, more pleasure for him and less fear of getting him mad for you.

He pulls out before he comes, edging himself in favor of lasting longer. "Good boy." He praises, climbing onto the bed. "I've wanted to fuck you for so long...you won't tell anyone about this, right, sweetheart?"

You hesitate.

"Answer me." He pulls your boxers off.

"I won't..."

"Good." William grins as he takes out his hard length and shoves it inside you, throwing his head back and groaning. Your hole feels better than your mouth, he marvels.

"Hu- hurts-" You hiss.

"Is my cock too big for you, baby?" He smirks, bottoming out and tracing his finger along the bulge in your stomach.

You only turn to the side, an expression of discomfort on your face.

William lets out a satisfied groan before slowly sliding in and out, savoring the feeling of being inside you.

You look up at the older man, feeling a terrifying and twisted mix of discomfort and pleasure.

"I know Michael fails to please you properly, or at all." William shakes his head. "If I were him, I'd keep this tight hole of yours nice and full every night."

It's true, you rarely have sex with Michael but your relationship isn't about that. However, you didn't realize how much you needed this until now.

William thrusts into your sex like he can't get enough of you, like he's been deprived of something he never had in the first place. "Good boy- such a good boy for me." He leans into your neck and nips at the skin, tempted to bite and claim you. He doesn't want to start problems with Michael. Yet.

To make up for not being able to sink his teeth into your neck, he instead brings you into a rough and sloppy kiss. You kiss back, allowing yourself to feel good.

He moves his hand down to stroke your t-dick, bringing you to an orgasm. William moans into your mouth, loving the way you feel when you come on his cock. He fucks you through your orgasm, still jerking you off.

"Mm.." He pulls away from the kiss, a disgusting yet attractive grin growing on his face. His thrusts start to get sloppier. "I'm close, sweetheart." He says breathlessly.

You can only moan in response, letting him have his way. It's not long before you feel him pumping his load inside you. The amount feels like too much for an average person.

"I'll help you bathe, darling." He slides out of you and carries you to the bathroom bridal style.