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when y/n says or does something that you would absolutely never do and you jump out your skin at the secondhand embarrassment.

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FNAF: MICHAEL AFTON x M!READER

“ Getting Caught ,,

ubblemon-kibb • cobi

01/2024

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

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

The sound of rumbling asphalt was deaf on your ears.

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

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

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

Jacob, Anissa, Wilson - what about them?

What would they think?

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

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

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

He stopped.

You stopped.

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

“..Michael?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You solemn leaving soon.

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

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

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

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

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

You bit your lip.

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

But this..

This was uncharted territory.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The sound of creaking coming from somewhere afar.

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

“a-ah— hh..-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He hated being sent home early from work.

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

Whatever chick Michael had over was none of his business…

William sighed and shook his head.

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About Me •••

“ Blog Rules & Navigation ,,

unbblemon-kibb • cobi

01/2024

SUMMARY • Everything you need to know about me and my content — I am an internet stranger so I’ll keep it short and sweet. My page is better viewed (aesthetically pleasing) in Goth/Rave color palette - trust me, I checked with the other palettes 🤢

DISCLAIMERS • This blog will contain NSFW content and possible themes that will shiver your timbers. I am a dark romance writer, it’s to be expected. Be responsible, respectful, and mindful of your limits. If you are a minor in your region, then please understand that you are not welcome to view such content, however, if you proceed them do at your own consequences!

ME:

I love writing and doing anything associated with creating something.

I started fan-fiction so I can better practice illustrating romance and intimacy.

RULES:

No bad behavior, it will not be tolerated

No pedophilia/zoophilia

No bathroom-waste related topics

Nothing I am uncomfortable with - if you’re unsure of if I’ll do it or not, then PM me and I’ll discuss it with you.

WRITING:

Requests

You may request character x character and reader x character content for the fandoms I write for - I would just prefer there to be chemistry between characters/a situation that would reasonably place them together.

In terms of OCs, they will ONLY be shipped with reader.

I write for a couple different readers; Male, Female, GN, FTM, and MTF — I will attempt to cater to all..

Fandoms

FNaF • William Afton: Michael Afton/Schmidt:

I will only write for those two because they are the closest things to adults — I will also not write for the movie, but if you want to invasion that, you are welcome. I am just uncomfortable associating a real life actors face with a character - it ruins the mood for me. Idk.

KNY • Tomioka Giyu: Kocho Shinobu: Iguro Obanai: Uzui Tengen: Rengoku Kyojuro: Mitsuri Kanroji: Muzan Kibutsuji: Kokushibo: Doma: Akaza: Daki: Gyutaro:

These are the characters I’m comfortable writing for in a NSFW manner -

CREEPYPASTA • Jeff the Kilker: Jane the killer: Eyeless Jack: BEN drowned: Slenderman: Offenderman: Masky: Hoodie: Ticci Toby: Nina the Killer: X-Virus: laughing Jack: Laughing Jill: Candy Pop: Jason the Toymaker: Clockwork: Kate the Chaser:

As the widest cast, it is also the most problematic in the sense they are fictional serial killers- hey, I don’t make the rules for them.

OC CONTENT:

None as of now…

ENJOY

If anyone has requests in terms of characters or Fandoms them PM me - I’d rather do it in private so we can properly discuss it, especially bc I don’t branch out typically in the sense of fandoms.

NAVIGATION •••

FNaF :

William Afton: •

Michael Afton/Schmidt: •

“Caught” - NSFW w/Male Reader

KNY :

Tomioka Giyu: •

Kocho Shinobu: •

Iguro Obanai: •

Uzui Tengen: • (and his Wives)

Rengoku Kyojuro: •

Mitsuri Kanroji: •

Muzan Kibutsuji: •

Kokushibo: •

Doma: •

Akaza: •

Daki: •

Gyutaro: •

CREEPYPASTA :

Jeff the Kilker: •

Jane the killer: •

Eyeless Jack: •

BEN drowned: •

Slenderman: •

Offenderman: •

Masky: •

Hoodie: •

Ticci Toby: •

Nina the Killer: •

X-Virus: •

laughing Jack: •

Laughing Jill: •

Candy Pop: •

Jason the Toymaker: •

Clockwork: •

Kate the Chaser: •

OCs :

None as of now …