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Warm Water || William Afton x GN! Reader

summary: you find yourself exausted, but he knows just what to do.

mostly SFW // Fluff

word count : 3773

warnings: age-gap relationship (reader is 20, Will is almost 40), dom/sub undertones, secret relationship, will is obsessive but not as much in this one, fluff, kisses, non-sexual nudity, cuddling, Willy has scars, pet names, exhaustion, hickeys, swearing, Will likes being called sir i just know it, cuddling, non-sexual intimacy, not very proofread, also just laregly a lot of rambling adfjafk idk im so tired, very very slight sexual themes so minors dni

a/n: i'm tagging my normal people for Crave (aka the peepaw chronicles) for this because it does take place in the same universe, but i'll leave it up to interpretation on whether or not you deem it cannon to the story (so im sorry if you didn't want to be tagged!!),, this is probably the most-self indulgent thing i've ever written so please bear with me,, i'm just very tired from school LMAOO and wanted to write smth more fluffy with willy and his lil bun

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William Afton fucking hated baths. He hated a lot of things, but baths were probably towards the top of the list.

Even thinking about them made his skin crawl. Just the thought of sitting there, in your own dirt and grime? In a stuffy, humid room next to where the toilet is? Disgusting. He didn't consider himself to be a germaphobe, no. That wasn't it at all. He worked with children on a Monday-through-Friday basis. He wasn't scared of germs or getting sick. He'd built up quite the immune system over the years of working at the diner.

He just found the notion of sitting there like a big, sweaty dumpling inside of a soup comprised of water and your own dirt, sweat, and germs revolting.

But you liked them. You liked them a lot.

It was one of the few things William didn't quite understand about you. How could you like something so gross? You had explained your reasoning to him before when he had first found out. Something about how the warmth all around you was comforting, as well as the various different soaps and scents you could use to spruce it up. But, try as you might to explain it, he still didn't understand. Couldn't a shower do the same thing? Without you having to sit in your own filth?

Whatever. He wasn't going to argue with you about it. His bunny enjoyed many strange things, but he wasn't going to take any enjoyment away from them just because he didn't understand. He loved you. He'd never do such a thing.

As out-of-character as it was for him, he found himself buying more bath-related things to secretly store away in his bathroom. For when you came over, of course. You seemed to appreciate it when he gave the array of soaps and other liquids to you, giving him a nice kiss on the cheek. As much as he didn't understand your reasoning, your little smile was all he cared about at the end of the day. He could tolerate your conflicting views. That's what love is all about, isn't it?

William didn't share too many disagreements with you. Not as much as he initially expected when he first made you his. You were soulmates, after all. It's only natural you share similar perspectives.

It was both a blessing and a curse, however. As much as William liked how similar you were, there was a few things he wished he kept for himself and himself only. Such as the work-ethic the two of you shared.

The older man was somewhat of a workaholic. While he reserved the weekends for you and only you, he was much different during the week. He would spend extra hours at the diner frequently. And, when he wasn't at his restaurant, he was tinkering away at some side-project down in his cellar. It wasn't very healthy, but it's how he liked to do things. Gave him character, but also made his hair turn grey.

You liked his grey hairs, though. And he was still handsome with it.

But, his bunny was the same way. You being in college, you had a lot of work to do. Sometimes so much that you'd have to bring your assignments over to his house on the weekends and do them there, even though the two of you agreed long ago that the weekends were couple time. You were a driven little thing. William could see it when he got to watch you work, in the pain in your lower back and shoulders, and in the dark circles under your precious eyes when you fell asleep next to him.

Poor bunny. He didn't want you to work so hard. It hurt his heart seeing you so stressed all the time. Your schooling is important, yes, but you mustn't be so hard on yourself. You're a clever little rabbit. You don't need to devote so much of your time on work, surely not.

Besides, sometimes, William couldn't help but feel a little jealous when all your attention was on your books and papers rather than him.

This was one of those times.

With the turn of the seasons, your professors had also swamped you with several different tests and assignments to turn in sooner rather than later. You never really liked to complain about it to William, he found, but he could tell that the pressure was weighing on you. This had been the third weekend in a row that you had brought your coursework over to his house, your nose buried in the pages; your eyes on the words rather than him.

William kept you company while you worked to have himself nearby, but he couldn't help but be a little peeved. The weekends were sir and bunny's time. Not boring old college.

The brit was watching your back as you scribbled away in your notebook, sitting on the floor in front of him with his coffee table used as your make-shift desk. You had been at it since the moment you finished the breakfast he made you this morning, and now the Utah sun was just starting to creep below the horizon. Worry was in the older man's grey eyes. When was the last time he saw you stand up? Or even scurry yourself to the bathroom? Or get a drink of water? He couldn't remember. And that wasn't good.

He was a patient man, yes, and did value a college education. But William was tired of waiting for you. He barely gets to see his adorable bunny during the week. He'd rather spend this time with you curled up in his bed, closer to him on his lap, or just talking to you. But you hadn't said a word in hours. Even though you were right in front of him, he missed his bunny. And the amount you were working was getting a little ridiculous for his tastes.

"Love?" He asked you through the silence, gently reaching out a hand and rubbing circles into your back, "Are you almost done? It's getting late, little one."

He watched as you looked over your shoulder towards him, but not enough to have your full attention. You seemed just a tad annoyed with him, but he understood. When you were concentrated, you didn't much like him disturbing you.

But he didn't much like not having you in his arms right now.

"Umm..." you breathed, "I dunno, Will. I have, like... two chapters left? To take notes on? So just a little longer, okay?"

The older man felt his jaw clench, "You said that three hours ago, bunny."

"I know, I just... I need to get this done before the deadline. I'm sorry."

"And when exactly is all this due then, hm?"

"Uh... friday?"

"It's Saturday, love."

"I know, I know, just... Just gimme one more hour. Then I promise I'll be done."

William let out a sigh. You had said that three hours ago, too.

The brit watched as you went back to scribbling away in your notebook, finding himself more annoyed. Not at you, of course, but by the situation. You didn't need to work this hard, no. You were William's bunny, after all. You shouldn't ever need to lift a finger around him. But, you were a workaholic just like he was. You liked doing things yourself

He loved and hated you for it.

His fingertips still on your back, William felt his other hand reach up to smooth your hair away from your face. Even though he didn't get a direct shot of you, he could tell that you were tired. He could see the dark circles under your eyes from his spot on the couch, and the slight redness that had crept into them. Hell, your back must be aching too from sitting on the ground for so long. And didn't your pretty little head hurt? Surely it did.

Sweet bunny. You needed a break. You needed to be done for the day. Plain and simple.

Reaching forward, William pressed a few soft, warm kisses to the side of your cheek and hair as he took your pencil away from you, laying it on the table. When you turned around at him to protest, he seized the opportunity to capture your lips into his, lingering on your sweet taste for perhaps longer than he should have. He pulled back and brought his hands close, cradling your jaw a few inches away from his face.

"I think you've done far enough for today, little one." He said to you, using his thumbs to caress your cheeks, "Wouldn't you agree?"

He could feel your cheeks heat slightly under his touch, "Will, if I finish today, I'll have time to visit your office during the week. So I really need to finish."

William let out a chuckle. He always did like having you in his office. It was cute you were thinking of him.

"But you're here now, my love." He said, "And I want you now."

"I... I want you too, but-"

William shushed you before you could continue, leaning in and giving you another sweet, long kiss.

The brit pulled away, looking into your tired eyes again, "You work far too hard, bunny. You'll burn yourself out. And I want my little rabbit to be happy, yeah?"

You nodded in response.

"Of course I do. And I'd hope you'd want the same for yourself, yes?"

You nodded again, "Yes... sir."

William's soft smile widened as he let out a pleased hum, "Good bunny. Now, why don't we relax a bit, hm? You've definitely earned it, my darling."

He watched as your cheeks heated up some more, your eyes flickering downward, "I... I think I'm gonna be too tired to-"

The brit chuckled, "No, love, no. I'm not talking about that. I was thinking of something a little different for tonight."

"Like what?"

"You still like baths, right bunny?"

"Yeah? Why?"

William couldn't believe he was saying this. But, he knew it'd have to be something special to get you away from your work. Luckily, he knew just what to do. Even if it wrecked his pride just a hair.

"Would you care to join me for one?"

You furrowed your brow in confusion at his words, but a soft smile still remained out of amusement.

"Join you? For a bath?" You asked.

"Yes, love."

You let out a little laugh, "Will, you hate baths. You've made that really clear over these last few months."

William let out a hum, brushing some more hair away from your face, "Yes, I do. But I love you far more than I hate them. And I know they're always relaxing for you, love. And I want to help you do just that. You're tired, bunny. I can see it."

He leaned in and gave you a quick kiss on the forehead.

"Just let me take care of you." He continued, "Like I promised I would. Can you do that for me, love?"

The older man saw how your smile widened at his words, "Fine, fine. Just promise me you're not gonna complain the whole time."

"Of course not, bunny. Now, come here. Let me pick you up, yeah?"

William took you wrapping your arms around his neck as you accepting his invitation. Leaning down a little more, he scooped you up into his arms and held you close, pressing a kiss to your blushy cheek a you giggled as his strength. Your legs wrapped around his waist, he carried you all the way from his living room into his master-bathroom, placing you down so you could sit on the lidded-toilet.

Rolling up his dress-shirt sleeves, William opened up the cabinet under his sink and looked at the vast array of bath materials he had collected for you. He pulled out each one and laid them on the ground, making sure the labels were pointed towards you so that you could read them.

Once all of the products were out, the brit closed the cabinet and took a knee in front of you for you to discuss with him which ones you wanted to use.

"Do you even know what these things are?" You asked, picking up a clear bottle to read it more closely.

"If I'm being honest, love," he said, "I have no idea. The woman at the shop helped me pick a lot of them out."

You giggled again, "Well, this here is a bubble-bath. You put it in the water while it's running and it makes a lot of bubbles. And that baggie is bath salts. It just makes the bath, like... mineral-y."

The older man quirked a brow, "Mineral-y?"

"It's hard to describe! It's just good for your skin."

"I see." William reached down and picked up a pinkish jar, "What about this? It doesn't look like you've used it that much."

"Oh, those are petal-soaps. They look like flower petals but they're actually soap. They dissolve in the water after a while. They make the water smell like roses too! I was saving them for a special occasion."

"Well, is this a special enough occasion?"

"Getting the Mr. Afton into a bath? Hell yeah it is."

William chuckled, "You flatter me, bunny."

You smiled back at him, "The petals and the bubble-bath will be nice. That's what I wanna use."

"If you say so, love."

With your final approval on the products being used, William shifted himself over to his large, porcelain-white bath, reaching in and stopping the drain before turning the hot-water valve on. The sound of the water hitting the dry tub filled the air, the pipes creaking just a tad at the rare usage. While the water poured down, the brit used the opportunity to pour in some of the bubble bath liquid. William then let the water run for a few minutes more, leaving his fingertips under the water until it warmed up.

"Is this too hot for you, bunny?" He asked. You reached forward past the older man to feel the water.

"Nah, it's good. I like it to be real warm."

"Perfect. Wait here then."

Shaking the water off his hand, William stood up from his kneeling position over to one of the longer, taller cabinets nearby. Reaching inside, he pulled out a few of his favorite soft, lush purplish-grey towels, walking back over and handing one to you.

"Here, love." He said, "So you don't freeze to death before the bath fills up."

You took the towel with a soft thank you as you stood up from your seat on the toilet. You turned away from the brit as you pulled your shirt off over your head, his eyes fixated on your bare back as he unbuttoned his dress shirt. As you slipped off your pants and underwear, William could see the ghosts of former hickeys he had given you past weekends on your shoulders and thighs. You were a good bunny and didn't try and cover them up with any makeup or anything, just like he wanted. The more recent ones were fading, though.

He'd have to fix that soon.

He continued to watch as you kicked all your clothes into a pile by the foot of the bath and wrapped the towel around you. Your nude body no longer available for him to see, he went back to removing his own clothes.

Once they were all off, and neatly folded on the edge of his sink, William wrapped his towel around his lower half and stepped closer to you. You were watching the water fill up and he snaked his long, scarred arms around your middle, pulling you close to his chest. He could feel how you smiled as he pressed his kisses into your hair.

"I love you, bunny." He mumbled against you, feeling your little hands glide over the scars on his forearms as you leaned back against him.

"I love you too, Will." you responded.

He continued his assault of kisses onto your cheek and jaw, "Are you feeling any better, my love?"

"Definitely. I didn't even realize how tired I was."

William let out a hum as his kisses found your neck, "You have been working for almost 12 full hours, bunny."

"Oh my god, really?"

"Mhm."

You let out a groan, "Oh my god, that's so embarrassing. I'm sorry, Will. I didn't even realize. You must've been so bored."

"Don't apologize, little one. I know how much your Uni means to you."

"Yeah, but still... I feel bad. I don't want you to be bored. And we only get to see each other on weekends. It doesn't help I already pissed half of it away."

"It's not your job to entertain me, love. You know just having you here is enough."

"But I don't wanna be just enough. I wanna be like... better. Because you do so much for me. I... I feel like I don't try hard enough sometimes. And I'm sorry."

William let out a sympathetic hum and he lifted your chin up to him, giving your lips a sweet, reassuring peck.

"Everything about you is perfect, bunny. I wouldn't change one thing about you. You try more than you realize."

"How?"

"Well, you did say you were working so late because you wanted to see me in my office, yeah?"

"Yeah..."

"And why is that?"

"Because I know you like it when I do."

William gave you another kiss, "See?"

You smiled at your own silliness, standing on your tip-toes to kiss him one last time, "Fine, fine. You win."

William smiled to match your own, "You worry too much, bunny. I understand what's going on in that pretty head of yours. I love you, and nothing's going to ever change that."

"What if I was ugly?"

"You're not ugly, love."

"But what if I was?"

"I'd still love you."

"What if, like, I only spoke in rhymes or something?"

"It'd be... odd, but I'd still love you."

You giggled, "What if I burned down the diner?"

"Well... you know, I never really liked it much. You'd honestly be doing me a favor, love. So I'd probably love you even more."

"Should I go do it then?"

"Maybe later, bunny. Looks like our bath is full."

Giving you one last kiss on your cheek, William padded over to the running faucet and turned off the valve. In his peripheral, he saw you grab the can of the fake petals and open it up, grabbing a fistful and throwing the small soaps on top of the bubbles. The reddish-pink hue contrasted greatly over the white bubbles and water, making the bath look rather pretty. William was impressed.

William allowed himself to step into the bath first, unwrapping his lower half, folding and placing the towel on the ground nearby. The bubbles dispersing around him, William made sure that water was still a good temperature for you before he sat down in the bath. Once situated, he held out his hand for you.

Placing your soft, small palm in his, you let your towel drop to the floor as you got in the bath yourself. Using his hand as a balance, you sunk your legs in beneath the bubbles as you sat down in the water as well. William spread his bare legs apart beneath the water to make room for you, holding onto your waist and guiding you to lean back against him. You followed his silent order, your bare back against his scarred chest as you rested your head on his strong shoulder. The man pressed a few kisses to your hair as he wrapped his arms around you beneath the water. You relaxed against him easily, and your eyes fluttered shut at the warm feeling around you.

"Is it too hot, bunny?" He asked you, already knowing what you would say, but still wanting to make sure.

"It's perfect, Will." You mumbled, "Thank you."

The brit felt himself smile, "There's no need to thank me, little one. I'm just happy I got you to myself now."

You breathed out a laugh, "Didn't like third-wheeling my textbook, hm?"

"Not at all." He pressed another kiss to your cheek, "You're mine. I should never be the third wheel."

"I'm sorry. I wasn't trying to."

"I know. It's alright. Just relax, bunny."

Leaning down to press more kisses into the back of your neck, William lifted up his wet hands out of the water, making a splash echo through the bathroom. Steadily, he grabbed onto your shoulders and rubbed firm, massaging circles into your back with his thumbs and the heels of his palms. You shut your eyes tighter at the feeling, a few low groans escaping the back of your throat.

"Feel good?" He asked. All you could do was nod as he chuckled, "Good. I'm glad. Your muscles are quite firm, love. You shouldn't be sitting on the floor like that for so long."

"If I got on the couch," you said, "I knew you wouldn't let me get off it again and back to work."

William laughed, "You know me far too well, bunny."

"You're just very predictable sometimes."

"Oh? Am I now?"

You nodded again, "Only sometimes though. Like today when I woke up, I would've never guessed you'd be in here with me right now."

"I can't say I predicted that either, love."

You breathed out a laugh, "If you don't like it, you don't have to stay, Will."

"No, no." William pressed more kisses to the back of your neck, rubbing deeply into your more firm muscles, "I actually think it's rather nice in here."

"Really? Or are you just trying to not make me feel bad?"

"I mean it, love. It's nice. But, perhaps I'm biased. How could I not enjoy being so close to my precious rabbit, hm?"

Your smile grew as you leaned back against his chest again, making his arms return to their home around your waist. You had scooted down so that your head rested more so on his collarbone, allowing you to look up at him more clearly, and him at you.

"Along with predictable," you said, "You're also really cheesy sometimes."

"Oh, you love it though, don't you bunny?"

"I do." You leaned up and gave the brit a kiss on the jaw, "And I love you too. Thank you for everything tonight, Will. I really appreciate it."

The older man felt his heart swell in his chest as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"Anytime, my love. Anytime."

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tragicianist · 6 months

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Unfathomable - Afton AU Fanfic

Afton x Reader

THIS IS AN ALTERNATE TIMELINE. IT WON'T BE LORE ACCURATE AND WONT BE MOVIE ACCURATE. READ FOR FUN.

Angel gets a job as a night guard for Freddy's. She meets the eccentric but charming owner, but soon begins to realize there's something else going on behind his smile.

Part One

Angel held her breath as she sat in the corner. Trembling fingers clamped over her mouth and nose in a feeble attempt to silence her panicked breathing. Her knees tucked to her chest; the denim pant legs of her dungarees stained with a dark, warm, sticky liquid. She could hear the heavy thuds as her pursuer stalked the rows of tables and chairs. The room once filled with music, lights and the smell of greasy pizza; was now dark, silent and smelled of sweet, rusty metal.

As the footsteps continued to grow closer; louder, Angel held in a pathetic whimper, trying to slowly creep her way across the carpeted floor. Rough, dark blue fabric with colorful triangles of every color were smeared in…

Angel ducked behind an air hockey table, trying her best to look around the pitch black arcade. Blinking tears from her eyes, and praying that her eyes would adjust to the darkness. She could feel her heart racing in her ears, and she could hear a voice calling out to her. It was sinister and the tone was sickeningly friendly. As if it were trying to lure Angel from her hiding space; attempting to coax Angel into a false sense of security.

But she knew better. She didn’t know how. It was like she’d been here before. She knew the voice was meant to deceive her. It roamed closer, and Angel caught a glimpse of a massive dark figure. A shadow on the wall as a car passed by the open front windows of the building. A drive by spotlight that briefly illuminated what looked like a decrepit monster.

Knelt down behind the air hockey table, Angel’s ears rang like a grandfather clock was going off in her brain. On her hands and knees, she crawled across the arcade floor, feeling with her hands as she stumbled through the room. She wanted her daddy. Where was he? Why had he left her? All she could remember was the balloons and the music. She remembered running off to the bathroom… and… the rabbit.

“Why don’t you come out? We aren’t playing hide and seek anymore.”

The voice echoed out to her. Every word was eerily distorted as if two people were trying to talk at once. It created a horrifying knot in Angel’s stomach and she cried a little. Unable to stop herself, the vocalization carried through the emptiness, and a dark, malicious laugh barked out around her.

The sound of heavy, metallic footsteps came from one of the other rooms, menacingly making their way towards the arcade room. He knew she was here. She had to get out, but she didn’t know how. The footsteps grew closer and Angel felt her fight or flight kick in like she was a field mouse being hunted by a wild cat.

She scrambled to her feet. Not realizing how loud her footsteps were, she began to run from the arcade, eyes darting around, looking for an exit. A room. A door. Something. Somewhere she could hide. Even if it was just to buy herself time. The fear in her chest was growing. She felt like the darkness was caving in on her, crushing her as she pathetically ran around tables.

Angel stumbled into what she assumed as a hall. She had forced herself into a door that gave way with a loud click and closed it hurriedly behind her. The room was even darker than the outside, if that was even possible. The only fraction of light being that flickering through the reinforced glass window in the door. Angel leaned her back against the door, covering her mouth once again. She closed her eyes, listening closely. Every second felt like an hour; the footsteps outside the door growing ever closer. She could vaguely hear the distorted, mechanical voice continuing to call out to her. Promising her candy, icecream, fun… but nothing about this place was fun. Not anymore.

It was right outside the door now. Angel held her breath as she watched the silhouette of a large rabbit through the window. She was hoping the room was too dark for him to see inside. The door rattled behind her, shaking Angel’s entire frame. She stifled a whimper and hugged herself tight. More maniacal, bone chilling laughter accompanied the violent shaking of the door as the monster tried to enter.

Somewhere off in the distance she could hear an alarm… a… security alarm? She didn’t have time to think about what it was. The shaking of the door was now so aggressive, Angel was sure the monster would pull it right off the hinges. He was banging on the glass window, but the thick glass and wires held firm.

The alarm was growing louder now. She felt a strange light headedness as the shaking of the door faded. Was he gone? Did the police come? Angel lifted her head from her knees, but when she did, the dark room around her seemed to brighten. She felt like the world was spinning for a moment.

Angel woke up staring at a blank, white wall. Grey covers pulled up to her chin as if she were freezing, but her pajamas’ were soaked in sweat. As her eyes opened fully, her mind took a second to recognize where she was. Her head hurt, and she was vaguely aware of her alarm clock going off on the nightstand beside her. The hammer violently hit the two bells as it vibrated.

Angel groaned, rolling onto her back and blinked at the ceiling. She reached her arm over absentmindedly, fumbling for the alarm clock. She smacked the trigger on the top hard a few times before it fell silent. She let her wrist fall and closed her eyes for another moment. What a weird dream, she thought. Although Angel was a little too old for nightmares, her dream seemed so vivid. Flashes of a dark figure. The nerve wracking laughter still bouncing off the inside of her mind as if someone had inserted a cassette tape into her brain and it was stuck in a loop.

Rolling out of bed, Angel rubbed her eyes, standing up and kicking on her slippers. She frowned, clearly not fully awake. Her mind was still half stuck in a sleep state. Trying to remember what had started such a disturbing dream. She didn’t know where she had been. Some kind of… party. Maybe a school? She couldn’t remember. There were games and party hats. And… a rabbit. She couldn’t remember exactly what it looked like, but she was sure she was being chased by a rabbit.

“What a stupid dream…” she groaned, grabbing her fluffy navy blue housecoat; throwing open the door to her bathroom. She rested her hands on either side of the sink as Angel stared into the grimy mirror. Her short, strawberry blonde hair stuck up in the strangest angles. She had bags under her eyes which looked abstract compared to the rest of her youthful, round face. She didn’t look 25 years old, which was a bummer. Every day she hoped she would wake up looking a little older. Maybe less like a highschool dropout and more like a productive adult.

After brushing her teeth and getting dressed, Angel made her way to the kitchen from her bedroom. Her room mate, Darla, was already heading out the door for work, a half eaten slice of buttered toast in her hands.

“Morning-” Darla said as she opened the door, pulling the strap of her purse over her shoulder. Angel waved wordlessly, not in a particular mood to talk. Grabbing a pan from the dish rack, Angel slapped it down on the gas stove burners.

“Good luck today. I hope your interview goes well…” Darla tried again.

“Yeah… thanks.” Angel replied, feeling a pit in her stomach. There was a pause before Darla just closed the door behind her. Angel was left in the kitchen and she frowned down at the empty pan. Angel knew Darla wouldn’t take her lack of response as something personal. Angel was not a morning person, so their morning conversations often proceeded with just Darla trying to start the day positively.

Darla was everything that Angel wasn’t. Tall, dark haired, smooth skinned. Her parents were well off, she had a position at her mom’s perfume company while she went to college part time for a teacher’s degree. She was so well put together. Knew what she wanted. Everyone liked her. And if they didn’t, it didn’t bother Darla in the slightest.

Angel however came from an impoverished family. Her mom was married to a doctor in germany. Her dad… well her dad just wasn’t around. She was mostly raised by her Uncle Tyler. He was nice, but his bad habits definitely rubbed off on her as she grew up. She was often in dark, usually baggy mens clothes. She kept her hair short. Less brushing and she didn’t like having stray hairs all over her room. She didn’t wear makeup; didn’t have the steady hands to make it look just right so she didn’t bother with it.

As her eggs and bacon cooked, popping grease every few seconds, Angel stared at the digital clock on the counter. She longed for nothing more than to return to her bed. Angel had to see a recruitment agent for a security job she had applied for. If it wasn’t for the fact that she really needed this job, Angel would be cozied up in bed for the day. But she knew she couldn’t do that. She had to be productive. A functioning member of society.

When Angel eventually trudged her way to the bus stop down the road from her house, she was wide awake. The brisk november air sliced at her skin like ghostly frozen blades. Not even the thick, fur lined leather jacket she wore could keep out the bite of the wind chill. The sun was peering over the houses of the neighbourhood, but it provided no warmth. All she could do to bring herself some solace was remembering that she had nothing else to do after the interview. She could come home and binge some Gotham on netflix while clogging her arteries with coke and cheetos.

The bus ride from her street to the station was short, so Angel didn't have much time to enjoy the comfort of a heated vehicle. By the time she got to the terminal to switch buses, there was a crowd of commuters who seemed to be waiting for the same bus she was. They were all huddled in the glass bus shelter trying to shield themselves from the cold. Angel stood a little ways off from the crowd, peering up and down the road for the bus.

It arrived not long after she arrived. Thankfully, because she had stood away from the crowd, she could get on the bus first and take a seat at the back by the heaters. Angel quickly gave her transfer slip to the bus driver and shuffled to the back of the bus.

While she sat, watching the bus slowly fill with passengers, Angel let her mind wander. She hoped this interview went well. Except, it was less of an interview and more like a briefing. Angel had already done the over the phone interview and then an in person meeting with the recruiting agent. She was told there was some… paperwork that needed to be signed before she could officially have the job. She hoped the hassle was worth it. From what she knew, the pay was Garbage, but if it paid the rent, Angel wasn't complaining.

The bus carried on its route and Angel stared out the window watching people walk on the sidewalks and cars tucked neatly against the curb. It wasn't a long ride from the terminal to the place she was supposed to meet her agent, but there were many stops along the way.

The bus rolled to a stop on a road just outside the town. By the time it arrived at the poor excuse for a bus shelter, most of the people had gotten off. It was just Angel and a few stragglers. The young passenger got off, her feet crunching on the gravel and the bus drove off. She watched her ride venture further and further away until it turned up another road. Now all there was to hear was birds and the occasional passing car on the highway across the corn field.

Angel walked on the side of the road, kicking rocks as she did. Her hands tucked deep in the pockets of her jacket and her shoulders up to her ears.

Eventually she came to a large parking lot. It was just off the corner of where the bus had turned away to return to town. The lot was empty except for one car, which was empty. Trash and large rocks littered the ground. The building, which was built of faded red bricks that probably once gave the place a rustic, authentic appeal; now looked sad and abandoned.

The windows were smashed, but had been bordered up from the inside to prevent further break-ins. Large iron security gates were pulled to either side of the front door which, although intact, looked worse for wear.

On the roof of the building, made of metal, paint and good old fashioned hard work was a huge sign that read "Freddy Fazbear Pizza" in red neon letters. The sign was lit up and although a few lights were out of commission, it worked nonetheless. A strange electrical hum filled the air as Angel crossed the parking lot and she realized it was coming from the sign. The lights almost seemed to pulsate from years of use.

From the front door, Angel could see there were lights on inside. She pulled open the heavy door which gave way with an unearthly screech. Angel coughed as she entered the musty building, the air changing almost as soon as she stepped foot across the threshold.

Entering through a main archway decorated with unlit light bulbs, Angel found herself in a large restaurant room. Eight long tables were uniformly placed; as to make the most of the space. Chairs were haphazardly stacked upside down. The carpet was old and faded. Angel couldn't tell if it was supposed to be black or dark blue. The pattern embroidered into it now faded, and lost to time.

The piece de resistance was a huge wooden stage which was shaped like a half moon and was flushed against the far wall. Great, heavy curtains made of thick red, velvet fabric masked the contents behind them. The walls were tiled with black and white, while hand drawn pictures of long ago were barely hanging on by the aged tape supporting them.

Angel could hear music playing from somewhere. Another room where there were more lights turned on. She turned to the next area, which happened to be another party room. This one was smaller and connected to a long, lit hallway. She cautiously entered and looked around.

There wasn't anything particularly special about this room. Aside from its size, it was nearly identical. Complete with a smaller stage that supported two signs. One was old, made of wood and painted to look like driftwood. Red letters painted across it read "Pirate Cove". Strewn across the closed curtain, which was dark blue with gold stars, was a hand written note on a rope. This sign read "Out of Order".

As Angel turned away from the stage to explore the hallway, she froze in her tracks. At first she was sure it was just a trick of the mind, but then she saw it again.

The curtain moved.

The bottom of the curtain for the small stage shifted at the bottom as if someone had kicked it from the other side. Just barely enough movement, but Angel saw it. Not once, but twice. She turned around and frowned.

"Hello? Uh, hello? I'm here about the security job?" She spoke loudly. Maybe the owner was here with the agent? Angels agent had mentioned the owner was trying to fix the place up to get it back in business.

Angel received no reply to her call, but she couldn't just leave it. She knew she wasn't just seeing things. That curtain had moved and she wanted to know why. With curiosity as her vice, Angel moved between the tables, pushing unstacked chairs out of her way. She stepped on a paper hat that had been strewn on the floor. It crunched under foot, the wax coated paper cone now dried and crusty from neglect.

Now at the foot of the stage, Angel listened for a moment. Maybe an animal got in through a hole in the wall or something. Probably a mouse or a rat looking for any semblance of leftovers.

She reached her arm up to touch the curtain. It was soft. Silky between her fingers. Some dust flaked off, dancing in the air. She wondered how long this place has stayed vacant for. And what happened for it to close?

Angel waited another moment before she began to pull the curtain back. She jumped when she heard a voice behind her and her hand lurched back like she had touched something very unpleasant.

Turning around, her face hot with embarrassment, she stood at attention to face a very tall man in dark brown khakis and a plaid collar shirt.

"I really wouldn't do that." He said with a smile. His hands were held together in front of him, fingers laced together as if he had been idly watching Angel intrude. He was an older man, with greys amongst the dusty brown hair on both his head and face. He wore a pair of prescription aviator glasses with thin wire frames that gave him a slightly dorky appearance. Amongst the ruins of the practically abandoned restaurant, he looked just a little too prim and proper. His hair was combed carefully. The top button of his beige plaid shirt was undone and his dark purple tie was uniform and crisp. Every grey hair in his beard seemed deliberate. He looked too… normal.

"Why?" Angel asked, unable to stop herself. She wanted to know what was behind the curtain even more now, although she didn't make another effort to see herself. Now that she knew she had been caught red handed, she wouldn't dare. The man just smiled, slightly tilting his head to the side with a thoughtful gaze. His blue eyes sparkled with a light that wasn’t present in this world. He seemed so at ease for a man who’d just caught Angel trying to sneak a peek at something she shouldn’t.

"It says out of order doesn't it? I mean, who knows what could happen." His voice was pleasant but condescending. Angel figured she deserved that. After all, she had completely ignored the sign despite reading it.

Angel gave another longing look at the curtain before sighing. She turned back to face the man, who hadn't moved from his spot. Something about his presence… commanded attention. He had the posture of a man who knew he was important; even if he wasn’t. He held his hands in front of him like he was about to deliver some very important information.

"You must be the security hire." He said, finally breaking his stance. He seemed very relaxed, practically sauntering over to Angel, a warm, welcoming tone in his voice.

"I am… you just be-" Angel began, not wanting to assume. She already had an idea as to the identity of this stranger, but thought it polite to allow him to introduce himself.

"Well, I guess you could call me the founder of this piece of paradise." He spoke with such fondness as he lifted one of the chairs and stacked it on the table, though seemed careful not to say his name. Angel couldn't quite get over how incredibly tall he was. The tables and chairs looked like the furniture of a doll house compared to him. He had to be at least six and a half feet tall…

"Oh, I thought I was meeting with my agent. I guess plans changed." Angel said, trying not to sound too disappointed. She didn't really care either way, but a heads up would have been nice at least.

"Erica was predisposed." The owner said, keeping that homely smile on his aged face. The way he said it sounded very mysterious. Who says 'predisposed'? Angel thought to herself. She was beginning to think that this man was rather… eccentric.

"Right. Well, It’s nice to meet you. I’m Angel… I guess you’ve got, like, paper work for me?"

"Hm? Oh, that's right. Yes, yes, come with me. My office is just down the hall." The man gestured for Angel to go ahead of him. She took her time making her way past him, taking one last moment to look back at the curtain with wonder. The man followed in suit, standing behind her like a pillar, blocking her view. As she walked, she got the unsettling feeling that he was staring her down; but didn’t dare look back.

They entered a small, dingy office that surprisingly looked to be like the least decrepit space. The walls were bright yellow and the light above didn't give off the same creepy, aged feeling that the rest of the place did. Although it was small, it wasn't cluttered too badly. A few filing cabinets sat against a wall, covered in files, books and kids crayon drawings were taped to the sides.

A few frames hung on the wall. One was a participation certificate for a mechanics competition. Another was that of two men standing to pose for a very old photo. One of the men was obviously the owner, only younger. The other was a man who looked to be around the same age at the time with dark hair. They were both smiling as if they had won the lottery.

The third photo that was framed was that of a little girl and a man in a mascot suit. The little girl was blonde with bright green eyes. She smiled with a few missing teeth and her hair was tied in pink bowties. She wore a cream colored dress with pink accessories. In her hand she held a plush teddy bear. The man in the mascot costume wasn't identifiable, but he wore a bulky golden rabbit suit with a dark purple bowtie. It had teeth like a human and unsettling orbs for eyes. The mascot had its arm around the girl. Angel was probably right to assume it was the owner and his daughter.

As the man took his seat behind the desk, he pulled out one of the desk drawers; retrieving a file folder. Angel took a seat in the chair opposite of him, watching as he slid a few papers across the desk, humming to himself. Uncomfortable with the silence, Angel tried to create small talk.

"So… you opened this place? What happened, if you don't mind me asking?"

The man sat back in his chair after sliding a pen across the desk. That overly friendly smile still plastered across his face and he exhaled.

"The times change. Trends come in and out. This place was huge with the kids in the 80's. But you know how competitive this kind of business can be, I'm sure." He went on. While Angel was hunched over the desk, filling out the papers, she noticed the man liked to talk a lot with his hands. And his voice was filled with nostalgia.

"I guess in house arcades couldn't keep up with video game consoles." Angel added, switching to the next page. She briefly read over it. A safety disclaimer? How strange.

"I suppose not. But it's a shame to just waste all this." He said, scratching his chin thoughtfully, "I invested everything into this business. Sacrificed everything I had."

Angel poised her hand above the line where her signature was meant to go. She couldn't stop rereading the same sentence. 'Fazbear entertainment is not liable for missing/maimed persons". What a weird thing to put on a safety form. What kind of break ins go on that people would go missing? Or get hurt? Was Angel willing to lose a finger or an arm for a few hundred bucks a month?

The man seemed to have noticed Angel's hesitation and he rested his hands on the desk, and spoke to her firmly, though his face continued to display either amusement or something else. He couldn't be smiling because he was happy. What kind of person could be happy spending their days in a place like this? Angel couldn't imagine he was so passionate about this dump that he just smiled constantly out of pure joy.

"Something wrong?"

"Wh- no… no, no, everything is fine. I was just… reading." She said before quickly scrawling her signature across the line and flipped to the next paper. This was just a WHIMS paper which was straight forward. She was hoping the man would maybe do something else aside from stare at her. Angel felt like a lizard in a cage at a pet store. Being watched while she did such a mundane task; much to the amusement of onlookers.

"What was your name again?" Angel asked, remembering as she signed her own name, that she was still oblivious to his. He paused for a second as if debating whether or not he should reveal his identity.

"William. But you can call me Mr. Afton."

A weird chill filled the room. Angel could see the hairs on her arm standing up from under the sleeve of her jacket. The name sounded familiar, throwing off red alarm bells in her head, but Angel had no idea why. She'd never heard of him. Never met him before… but there was something familiar. Not like an old friend, but like discovering some bad news you heard had come to fruition.

Angel pushed the last paper back towards Mr. Afton, the pen placed neatly on top of it. The owner adjusted his glasses on his nose, reading over the contents, once again humming to himself. As Angel listened, she realized he was humming along to the music she had been hearing earlier while on the main floor. It was very faint from the office and she was surprised he could hear it. But he hummed every note as if the music was playing within his head.

He smiled again as his eyes scoured the paper. Mr Afton raised a hand to his mouth, tracing a long finger over his bottom lip as he pondered something profoundly. Angel could see the gears behind his eyes turning like a well oiled machine.

"Angel… short for Angela? Angelina? Angelica?" He asked rather out of pocket. At first, Angel found it a bit strange of a person to be asking, but she assumed he would want to know her full legal name for employment purposes.

"Evangeline. But most people just call me Angel. Sorry, I should have put that down." She apologized, picking at her fingers nervously. Mr. Afton nodded as if impressed.

"Biblical. Very nice." He chided, continuing to read. Every once in a while his striking blue eyes glanced between the paper and Angel. Calculating, deliberate looks that made Angel feel like he didn't really like her all that much.

Despite her preconceptions, Mr. Afton set the papers down after a while and with a charismatic grin, he held out a large hand, his arm extending easily over the desk.

"I think you'll be just perfect for this job." He said simply. It seemed almost too easy. Angel took his hand and shook it to seal an unspoken agreement. Something about how he gripped her hand just a little too tight. His fingernails almost dug into her hand. Maybe she was overthinking it, but she felt like she’d just entered a deal she would regret. Mr. Afton stood up from his chair, ominously looming over her for a moment.

"If you don't mind, I'd like to give you a tour of the place before you start. Just so you know where you can and can't go." He said rather matter-of-factly, shuffling around the desk to the door. Angel held in a slight chuckle. Mr. Afton was too large for his own office, which in hindsight was rather funny. He was only a few inches above average, yet obviously regular rooms were not accommodating enough for his tall stature.

Angel followed her new boss into the hallway where Mr. Afton stood and pondered where to start. He guided her to the main floor, hands on his hips as he looked around. Angel watched as he hooked his thumbs through the belt loops on either side of his hips, drumming his fingers against his pant leg.

"Well, this is the main showroom. I assume you got that much. Not really anything interesting to see in here." He sighed, kicking an old paper cup from under a chair. Angel's eyes were drawn to the large stage.

"So did you guys have live performers come for events? I mean- the stage seems pretty out of place."

Mr. Afton followed her gaze to the stage before clapping his hands together. A wide smile spread across his face but something within Angel didn’t like it. The smile was dark. Like he’d gotten some sort of devilish idea.

"We had live performers. Just not the kind you're probably thinking. Here… I'll show you."

Angel hesitantly followed Mr. Afton between the tables and to the front of the stage. There was a door that led from the main room to a small closet behind the stage. Although Angel did not follow him inside, she could see from the doorway all the buttons and controls that blinked within. The console looked ancient and whatever was powering it whirred like it was barely functioning.

Mr. Afton pulled down on a light cord that dangled from the ceiling and the tiny room (which now looked miniature with the goliath of a man standing amongst the circuitry) became flooded with a putrid yellow light. The lightbulb buzzed aggressively as it warmed up. Mr. Afton flicked a black switch and hit a yellow button.

Angel became startled by the stir of speakers roaring to life with music in the main room. The heavy curtains began to move aside, wires attached to the loops being reeled back by a pulley. The metal loops scraped against the pole supporting them as the scene beyond them was revealed.

Clad in blue, red and yellow lights that moved around the stage in a rock concert fashion, three massive robotic animals moved shakily in place. Their arms jutted from years of being still in place. On the left, a blue rabbit with ears as long as Angel's arm. His eyes blinked, each time with a metallic click of his aluminum eyelids. He supported a red guitar that matched the shade of his large bowtie. He turned from left to right, and Angel felt like when he did; he was looking at her. She knew it was foolish. But it was creepy.

On the other end was a chicken. Her casing, which was probably once a vibrant custard yellow color, had faded to a gross 'pee stain' yellow with stains of grease soaked into her. She wore a bib made of a confetti pattern with pink and violet letters spelling 'Let's eat!'. In one hand, she held a cupcake with eyes. She moved from side to side as well, holding out the cupcake as she opened and closed her mouth to mock the action of singing; but it eerily looked a lot more like she was silently screaming.

Dead smack in the center of these two was a brown bear. He had a black top hat and tie which were small compared to the massive size of the animatronic itself. He held a microphone and his arms moved up and down, as did his jaw. Squeaking and clicking every time he opened and closed the hinges of his mouth. The song they were attempting to lip sync to (if you can even call it that) was a 80s boy band cover of a Rolling Stones song. The audio was distorted and fuzzy through the speakers, but the animatronics danced and sang along to the tune as they had probably done for many, many years in the past.

Angel watched with both amazement and unease. On one hand, they were very impressive robots. Despite the clacking and scraping of metal on metal and the slightly spastic joints, they moved very fluidly. They way their eyes moved around the room, and then would look down at Angel. It was uncanny. Like they were making sure she was watching them.

The curtain closed slowly as the music died down. She watched as just before the fabric concealed the robots fully, they powered down rather abruptly. Their heads falling forwards, arms frozen in place, capturing their last moments before darkness enveloped them.

"Impressed?" Mr. Afton asked. Angel felt her body jolt. She had been so wrapped up in the performance and then the eerie feeling of watching the animatronics become lifeless, that she had almost forgotten Mr. Afton was there at all. He had managed to walk up behind her while she was distracted. The door to the control closet was closed. When she backed up, she ever so slightly bumped into him. Angel jumped a little in her skin, before turning around and taking a step back. The embarrassment evident in her round face. She hoped the poor lighting of the dining room would mask how red her face was.

"...It's pretty cool. I mean… I can tell why this place went out of style-" she began but she watched as a rather unpleasant, disapproving look fell over Mr Afton's usually chipper face, "-but I like it. It has potential. I'm sure they just need a few new parts, right?"

"You're right." The man sighed, running his fingers through his greying hair before pushing his glasses back up his nose a little. "I have a lot of work to do… but this place will shine again, I can promise you that."

The majority of the building tour passed without much excitement. Empty tables filled rooms, lights flickered intermittently, and the air carried the musty scent of wet plastic. Angel remained acutely conscious of the distance between her and Mr. Afton, ensuring she neither obstructed his path nor lagged too far behind. She was still embarrassed about not minding her space earlier, although Mr Afton didn’t seem to pay any mind to it at all. Observing his ominous silhouette, she followed him through the halls. Amongst the foul smell of the damp floors, she could briefly catch whiffs of whatever cologne the man was wearing. It was harsh, and almost smelled like cedar or some kind of pine tree. Angel always assumed men who wore strong scents had something to prove. Like they were trying to attract attention. Eventually, their journey led them to an exit door, disappointingly locked from the outside. ‘Not much of an exit,’ Angel mused.

Mr. Afton turned the handle of the door to his right. The space revealed itself to be compact, featuring another door opposite. Stacks of storage boxes and chairs reached up to the ceiling, casting a shadow over the dimly lit room, reminiscent of a storage bin you could rent. It wasn’t anything amazing. Actually, Angel was quite confused as to why such an insignificant room would even be on the tour list-

"This… well-" he looked around for a moment, and for the first time, Angel saw embarrassment in his smile. He stepped inside and with little effort, reached up to fumble for the light chain. The tall man grunted in annoyance as he fumbled the cord a few times before yanking on the chain. The pathetic excuse for a lightbulb filled the room with a sickly yellow light. Mr Afton sighed before resting his hands on his hips, thumbs looped on his belt.

"This is supposed to be your office. The security office…” he motioned for Angel to follow him. There wasn’t anywhere to go. She had to squeeze between some boxes just to stand in the room with him. Angel watched as Mr Afton pushed aside some boxes of paper hats. Behind the cardboard wall was a set of janky monitors. Something you would see out of a 80’s TV show. Mr Afton tried to smack at a few buttons, most likely trying to turn on the screens; but to no avail.

“That’s a shame.” he hummed to himself, scratching his chin as he pursed his lips, “You won’t need them anyways. The cameras haven’t worked since the 80’s. Once I get a new batch of cameras up, you’ll have full use of them.”

Angel followed Mr Afton out of the security office, and they retraced their steps back to Mr Afton’s homely little office. When they passed the room with the smaller stage, Angel let her feet drag a little. She couldn’t keep her curiosity to herself. Was there another animatronic behind that curtain? Why was it out of order?

“Mr Afton?” she spoke up just as the two of them were exiting Pirates Cove. Almost as if he had anticipated the delay, he sighed. Angel could see the disinterest in his body language as his shoulders shrugged. It made her feel like a child who’d asked a silly, unanswerable question.

“Yes?” he asked, clearly trying to keep the annoyance out of his tone. Angel shrunk in her shoes a little, and picked anxiously at the skin around her finger nails. Maybe she shouldn't ask? But… she really wanted to know what was behind the curtain.

“What’s behind the pirate cove curtain? I-I know it’s out of order, but, what is behind it? Another robot?” she pondered, her voice shy. Mr Afton had turned on his heels and looked from Angel, to the stage behind her. He bit the inside of his cheek before brushing off her question.

“Nothing important. Just an old, broken animatronic fox. I suggest you put it out of your mind. It’s more trouble than it’s worth.” Mr Afton began to walk back to the office, expecting Angel to follow him. She stood for a moment to look at the curtain, wondering if she should mention that she saw the curtain move earlier on his own accord, but when Mr Afton called back to her; his tone much more strict and stern, she put it from her mind. She quickly made her way to the office where Mr Afton was already seated in his chair, comfortably.

“So? What do you think?” he asked, leaning forward to rest his chin in his palm, reminiscent of a highschool gossip girl.

“It’s… nice. I look forward to my first shift-” she lied, forcing a smile. She anticipated Mr Afton to say something further, but instead he nodded and silently stared. Angel wished he wouldn’t do this. By now, it was a prominent character trait he’d been exhibiting the whole time she was there. It didn’t make her feel uncomfortable, but it was strange. The long pauses he seemed to indulge in were not Angel’s favorite.

“I uh… I guess that’s it then, right?”

“Hm? Oh, right. Yes, I’ll call you with the date of your first shift. Thank You very much for coming. I look forward to working with you, Angel.” he enunciated Angel’s name with a smile, sitting back in his chair with lazy eyes. She nodded, giving a half hearted smile and promptly left the office.

As soon as she was outside the door, she inhaled deeply. She felt like she couldn’t breathe for a second there. Angel had worked some strange jobs; and had some weird bosses. But something about Mr Afton trumped them all so far. He was nice, but he was too nice. Fake nice. Like he knew he had to smile and be friendly, but didn’t want to. Angel caught a few glimpses of his facade slipping. Honestly, she shouldn’t be judging an old guy like him. After all, most older men had little patience for kids like Angel and despite his politeness; she got the feeling that every time he looked at her, he was seeing something pathetic or foul.

To be Continued in Part 2

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springhrtrap · 6 months

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chapter 2 of my previous lillard!afton x reader fic is up, this time with more pain and suffering ^_^

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spookiifi · 2 years

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Yall Afton fans are insane and that’s why I love you guys so much

I’m not an Afton simp, but I love watching yall go haywire over a half dead scrimblo man and his rotting son.

You go you funky little rabbit people

Happy father’s day???

#it's so fucking funny and great to me #yall incredible #the literal chaotic energy that enters the room is just #springtrap #michael afton #william afton #burntrap #glitchtrap #fnaf #security breach #spring bonnie #afton #afton x reader #michael x reader

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pasukiyo · 6 months

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BEAUTIFUL THING

mike schmidt x f!reader word count; 2,573 warnings; smut, no plot, just porn :D summary; there was nothing in the world she wanted more than mike schmidt. but what were the chances he'd ever make a move on her?

She wanted Mike Schmidt.

Don’t get her wrong, she absolutely adored Abby, she was sweet, funny, and overall not a hard kid to take care of. But she knew all too well what her intentions were when she agreed to take up the babysitting job— how could she say no when he looked at her like that with those big, deep brown eyes?

It was another late night spent at the Schmidt house— Mike had just gotten himself a new job with unholy hours, some late night security gig he had no choice but to take. Her mouth opened in a yawn and through her bleary vision, she blinked down to the watch on her wrist.

4:30 AM. Mike wouldn’t be back for another hour and a half or so.

She sighed and threw her head back against the cushions, staring absentmindedly at the television as some old cartoon played, audio soft and muffled. She wasn’t sure why she even bothered trying to stay up for Mike— she’d been babysitting for him for months, (without pay, might she add) and still, neither he nor she had made any moves. She wasn’t even sure if he ever even intended to make a move on her.

But she was just so certain that he felt at least some sort of attraction towards her. She could see it in the way he looked at her, how his eyes would absentmindedly trail down her body against his better judgment, how he’d pull the inside of his bottom lip between his teeth while he did. She could see it in the way his body would react when she came too close, like when she gave him a handshake or playfully shoved his shoulder.

It was the same way she reacted when he was close.

Surely it couldn’t all be for nothing?

Her eyelids were falling heavy against her eyes and she slowly slumped further into the cushions of the couch, hands tightening around the blanket around her body. Sleep was so close that she could reach out and feel it, and she would’ve slipped into the arms of slumber if it hadn’t been for the opening and closing of the front door.

She grumbled and furrowed her brows down at her watch.

4:35 AM. Mike wasn’t supposed to be home yet.

At the notion, she jolted and snapped her head towards the entrance, her heart thrumming against her chest as she prepared herself for the sight of a total stranger, ready to make a run straight for Abby’s room. She blinked and narrowed her eyes at the dark silhouette of the figure as it hung its coat on the rack bolted on the wall.

“Sorry. S’ just me.”

She knew that voice. It was a voice she always dreamed about, a voice belonging to someone she’d seen practically everyday.

“Mike?” Her voice came out rough, having not spoken for hours, not since Abby had gone to bed. “What are you doing home so early?” She asked as she pushed herself further up the sofa while Mike made his way towards the recliner, wiping a hand down his face before plopping down into the seat. She could only make out his face through the light from the television but even then, she could sense something was off.

Mike tapped his fingers against the armrest of the recliner, “I… I just… needed to leave… I guess,” he replied and she frowned, scooting to the far side of the couch closest to him. “Is… is everything alright?” She questioned, unsure whether or not he needed consoling. Mike leaned further back into his seat and let his eyelids flutter closed, inhaling deep through his nostrils.

“Just… is Abby asleep?” He finally asked after a moment and she nodded, humming. “She went down earlier than usual. Actually managed to get her to eat something,” she replied, her lips curving into a smile but quickly faltering again when she realized Mike wasn’t going to reciprocate. He looked almost… distraught.

Worrying her bottom lip between her teeth, she pondered her options. She’d known Mike for some time but even then, she still knew little to nothing about him. He slept a lot, that was for sure. And he loved his little sister and was trying so hard to be exactly the type of person she needed. But she knew nothing about him, Mike Schmidt himself. She didn’t know what he did in his free time, what he liked to eat, if he had hobbies, nothing.

Hell, she’d spent so much time fantasizing about him and filling in all the holes herself, she hardly even acknowledged that he could be somebody entirely else. She didn’t know the first thing about him.

But she could learn to try.

She leaned forward, a steady hand warily finding his on the armrest of the recliner and she flinched when Mike snapped his eyelids open, looking between her and their touching hands. Their gazes surged into one another and she made no moves, as if seeking any sign that she should stop.

Mike’s heart thrummed so hard inside his chest, it was a miracle that she couldn’t hear it. She looked at him as if she were asking permission— permission to what, he hadn’t even the slightest clue. But in spite of the voices inside of his head telling him he shouldn’t, that he shouldn’t let her, that he was wrong for her, he did. How could he say no when she looked at him like that, as if he were the most beautiful thing she’d ever laid eyes upon?

His silence gave her the confidence to let her fingers creep further down to the back of his hand, flipping it around until they rested against the heel of his palm. Slowly, she soothed the tips of her fingers up his palm until they fell between the cracks of his, letting her digits curl around his knuckles. Mike shuddered at the touch and let his own fingers press down against hers and he watched as she raised their intertwined hands to her mouth, their gazes molded together as she pressed her lips against his skin. His lips trembled as they fell open and he narrowed his eyes, clinging onto the last bit of restraint he had left.

“You can relax with me, Mike,” she whispered against his skin, pressing another soft kiss to the knuckle of his ring finger. “You don’t have to worry while I’m around.”

Mike pressed his lips back together and fought back the urge to groan at her words, his eyes wandering from their hands, down her arm, to her chest where it pressed against the edge of the sofa. His breath shuddered when he exhaled and the rubber band stretched inside of him finally released and with it, the last of his restraint.

Fuck it, he thought. It’s been long enough.

Mike tugged her closer by the hand and her lids widened, a squeal slipping from her lips, in which he was swift to eat right up, pressing his mouth against hers. With his hand not intertwined with hers, he gripped her hip, working his way up to her waist to squeeze. The sound she made was muffled inside their admittedly messy kiss and he pulled her even closer, her knees having nowhere to go but on the outside of his thighs.

Mike groaned and pulled away to catch his breath as her hips ground down against his, already feeling frustrated with the growing erection in his jeans. He blinked up at the woman on top of him, her arms thrown over his shoulders, her chest heaving as she chased air back into her lungs. She stared down at him with hazy irises, still bleary from lack of sleep.

“Sorry,” Mike finally managed to breathe out, his palms resting on either of her thighs. “Probably a little much, wasn’t it?”

He watched as the corners of her lips curved into a grin and she chuckled breathlessly, shaking her head. “Not enough,” she tittered as she surged her lips back into his, one of her hands on his shoulders slithering their way into his mess of dark tendrils, fingers curling and tugging at his roots. He hissed inside her mouth and dug his fingernails into her skin, a whimper falling from her lips, allowing him to take control of the situation.

He pressed himself forward and reached for the end of her t-shirt and she briefly broke away to allow the fabric up and over her head, her own fingers already working at the buckle of his belt. Mike leaned forward to pepper kisses all across the tops of her breasts and she threw her head back as he took over in undoing his belt, ripping it from his loops and throwing open the button and zipper of his jeans.

She clambered off of him as he raised his hips to tug his pants and boxers down just enough to allow his erection to spring free of its restraints, feeling her stomach do a somersault at the sight as she stripped herself of her own shorts and panties. Mike fought the urge to wrap his hands around his cock as she reached behind her back to undo the clasps of her bra and time seemed to slow as the straps fell from her shoulders, the lave toppling to the floor altogether.

He swore he could feel his mouth water and never before this moment had he wanted something, or someone, more. He blinked up at her, following her gaze down to his lap and at his erection that stood tall, waiting for her, dripping with pre-cum.

Mike cocked an eyebrow, “you just gonna stand there or you gonna take it?” He asked, voice low and husky and fuck, she thought she’d drop dead right then and there. Still, this was a dangerous game they were playing. “What about Abby?” She whispered, glancing towards the hallway where Abby’s room was. “What if she wakes up?”

Mike pressed his lips together and bucked his hips, raising a leg to softly give her calf a kick. “You can be quiet, right?” He murmured in question and she felt herself clench from his voice alone. Here Mike Schmidt was, cock out and erect, all because of her. This was something she had only dreamed of— never did she think that this would become reality.

Mike cocked his eyebrow again and she shook herself from her thoughts, taking his hand as he guided her back onto his lap. Her body shuddered and her bones rattled as she began to sink herself down, jolting when the tip brushed against her cunt, teeth sinking down into the plush of her bottom lip to contain her sounds.

“It’s okay,” Mike whispered. “I got you.”

Her eyes about rolled in the back of her head at that as his hands kneaded at the flesh of either of her hips, guiding her further down his length, making sure to go agonizingly slow to ensure she felt every single fucking inch of cock inside of her. Tears brimmed the outskirts of her eyelids as she finally sat still on his lap, filled to the brim with cock. Mike let her head fall down against the curve of his shoulder, burying her nose into the crook of his neck as she allowed time to adjust to his size, simultaneously trying to keep her sounds to a minimum.

“You’re so tight,” Mike’s breath shuddered in her ear and his voice made goosebumps litter her skin, his fingertips like the icy breath of a ghost against her back. “You think you can handle moving now?” He asked in a whisper against the shell of her ear and she nodded, letting him grab her thighs and push her further up his cock until just the head remained. She cried against his neck when he sank her all the way back down his length, the lewd noise of their wet skin slapping together making her clench around him. “Fff… uuck,” he dragged his curse out as he snapped his hips up against her.

“Shit!” She gasped as he thrusted again and again and again. And she let him. She let him use her in whatever way he pleased.

“Gonna be good for me?” He muttered next to her ear. “Gonna let me take care of you, hm?” She nodded, bobbing her head up and down against his shoulder as he snapped his hips up to hers again and again, daring the coil inside her belly to snap. “Think you can handle it?” He asked again and she nodded once more, crying and biting down on his collar. “Yes!” She cried, fortunately muffled against his skin.

So Mike thrusted again, harder and harder, chasing that high, that release he so desperately needed. He could tell she was close— it’d probably been so long since she’d been stuffed by cock like this. She’d probably been waiting for this moment just as long as he has.

With the pad of his thumb, he pressed down against her aching bud and Mike could feel a fresh new set of tears soak his skin as she cried, bucking her hips into his touch. His thrusts were as sloppy as they were powerful and she wasn’t sure how much more she could take.

“Mmm… Mike… I’m… I’m gonna…” she hardly managed to stutter out, slowly feeling the coil inside her stomach as it began to unravel.

“Yeah?” Mike said, his other hand wrapped around her neck and pushing her forehead down against his, gazing up at her closed eyelids. He rolled his head against hers, “look at me,” he breathed out and watched as she slowly fluttered her lids back open, just as more fat tears beaded down her cheeks. The sight was enough to get him to teeter on the edge himself.

“Gonna come?” He asked and she nodded, sweat-slicked forehead lolling against his. He nodded too, already feeling her release around him as she spawned around his cock, relying solely on him and his body to keep herself up. She buried her face in the crook of his neck again as she whined and cried, Mike’s thrusts speeding up as he gave himself that final push he needed to send himself reeling, spiraling and shaking with the force of his release.

“Fuck,” he growled into the skin just below her ear, squeezing his eyelids shut tighter as he willed himself to keep his sounds on the low, for the sake of his little sister sleeping just in the other room.

Silence fell over Mike and the babysitter for a good, long moment as they both recovered from their highs, chasing air back into their lungs as the realization of what they had just done began to sink in. Mike should be mortified— she was his sister’s babysitter, he doesn’t have time for this, she doesn’t deserve him, he shouldn't have done this.

But the woman in his lap settled herself closer into him, nuzzling her nose against the crook of his neck, her lips like a crescent moon against his skin as she placed a soft kiss to his flesh there.

“I hope you’re okay, Mike,” she whispered and he threw his head back, an arm thrown around her body as he stared up at the ceiling. How could he push her away now?

a/n; so yeah!!! i watched fnaf on friday and it kinda sorta just brought back my whole josh hutcherson phase so enjoy!! this was just a quick little something i wrote up and there's like no plot at all and not proofread LMAO

#mike schmidt #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt x you #mike schmidt imagine #mike schmidt smut #mike schmidt fnaf #five nights at freddy's #fnaf movie #fnaf #josh hutcherson #michael afton #michael afton x reader

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angelltheninth · 6 months

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Michael Goes Feral After Unlocking His Breeding Kink

Pairing: Michael Afton x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, breeding kink, leg lock, creampie, feral!Michael Afton

A/N: I have a headache so I didn't get to write the other things I wanted to for today but I did manage to get this done.

It was an accident you swear it, you just wanted to feel Michael closer, deeper, you wanted to hold him against you, feel his chest against yours, feel his body on top of you, get that last kiss in before he had to leave for work. So you pulled him closer, you locked your legs around him just as he was about to come.

You didn't think about the fact that he wasn't wearing a condom, or that you'll have to go to the drug store after this, you only wanted Michael's cock deep inside you.

But the moment you prevented him from pulling out there was a change in him. First a brief hesitation as he let himself sink back in, his throat bobbing at the implications of the act and what it would mean if he were to get you pregnant. Next was the wonderful image of it, your big belly, feeling the baby kick, getting to name it with you, getting to become a dad, making you a mother. "Wanna have a kid?" He blurted out, smirking to himself before you got to reply to him.

"You... mean that? But Michael, you just started your job. It's be bad if... ah... are you even listening to me?" All the while you kept talking he didn't stop his hips once, "We gott-aah... think abou-t... mmn... can't think..." It was hard to, with him constantly reminding you of how full you were.

"Fine, okay. But at least let me come inside you, please I wanna come inside your cunt." When Michael starts swearing you know how horny he is. "Really need this tonight babe." He grunted, his hands grabbing your thighs and keeping them locked around himself, "I'll fill you up good tonight okay? It's what you want right?"

You could see the little bits of doubt on his face and decided to kiss them away, "Want you close. If you want to... yes, you can do it inside. Give me your cock, cum, you... can do what you want."

What started as a little quickie before work just as easily turned into Michael hammering his hard cock into you with brute force only he possessed, watching his cum spill out of you, "No, no, no, no. Inside, that stays inside, you told me to fill you up, that's what I'll do, I won't let you down. I promise sweetheart." He was getting almost frantic, "You're gonna be so... perfect... when I put a baby into you, fuck you full of my seed." Michael quickly fell in love with that idea, shooting another hot, sticky white strings of cum into your womb.

He kept doing this night after night after night before he went to work, even if you took the after pill it didn't matter to him. As long as he got to leave with you dripping full of his cum then his job for the day was done. To think that all you needed to do to unlock that feral side of him was to lock your legs around him, how funny.

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strawhbrrries · 6 months

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Movement

pairing: mike schmidt x afab!reader

summary: a double date that leads to mike schmidt coming home with you in the name of "helping your friend" and he ends up fucking you.

warnings: unprotected sex, no foreplay, creampie??, female pronouns, slight degrading??, pet names, heavy cussing, mike being hashtag v hot, no established relationship, porn with no plot, not proofread

word count: 2.1k words

author’s note: listen to movement by hozier for the full experience!!! I know this fic wasn't voted to be the first mike one to be posted but I had to do it okay!!!! he's so hot n sexy in this and i need him badly...please enjoy! mwah!

Your eyes scanned the restaurant in front of your car, you were promised a very nice dinner with a very nice man and the place you ended up might as well have been a denny’s. Gia somehow managed to rope you into a double date and as the amazing friend you are, you obliged. Now, you wanted to take it back. If the guy you were set up with wasn’t just an absolute heartthrob you might consider strangling her in the bathroom.

“Gia, this better be the best damn food and the hottest men you have ever experienced or I’m never doing you another favor ever again.” You teased, getting out of your car as she walked up to it.

“I swear he said this place was nicer! Thank you so much babes, I owe you one!” She responded, slipping her arm inside of yours to walk inside. “Maybe the inside is really nice and it’s just a shady exterior.”

You’d never seen the man Gia was seeing tonight so when the two of you arrived at the table you weren’t sure which man was yours, but you knew which one you wanted. He looked gentle, shaggy hair untamed almost like he wasn’t prepared to go on a date tonight.

“I suppose I’m your date.” He smiled softly, getting up to pull your chair out for you. “I’m MIke, you look uh, really beautiful tonight.”

After the introductions and small talk the two of you hit it off right away, it helped that Gia and her date were more interested in each other than remembering that the people they brought also existed. The more you talked the more Mike came out of his shell, he wasn’t as shy as you first pegged him to be. Your heel was slowly caressing his calf, neither of you were quite sure when it had ended up there but he wasn’t complaining.

“A man in uniform is hot.” Your flirting was a little rusty, but it seemed to be working just fine for you.

“It’s just a security gig.” He shrugged it off, maintaining eye contact with you the whole time.

You grabbed the straw of your drink, wrapped your tongue around it, and took a sip. Mike choked slightly but covered it up with a cough, adjusting his pants under the table at the same time.

“She’s not going to go home with him unless I go home with you.” You whispered in his ear as you leaned over the table, tangling your fingers in his hair to trick Gia into thinking you were whispering something dirty. “I’d really like to go home with you.”

You could feel the heat creep up his neck, his face was flushed. His heart might as well be on the outside of his chest with the intensity that it was beating, it’d been a long time since he’d been on a date or even gotten laid but Abby was at home and that just wouldn’t work.

“Uhm, my sister’s at home, can we go to your place?” Mike’s saliva was thick and pooling in his mouth, it felt almost impossible to swallow. He had to be dreaming, this just didn’t make sense otherwise. He was just doing his friend a favor and now your breath was hot on his neck and his jeans were uncomfortably tight.

The second the two of you walked outside he got fidgety, like he was going to take off the second you let go of his hand. Frankly he was surprised you hadn’t let go of it the second you picked it up, he was dripping sweat from the moment he realized you were his date. He quickly made a mental note to send a letter to the company who made his preferred deodorant, the fact that he didn’t smell absolutely putrid spoke volumes on their product.

“So did you mean what you said inside? Because I’m perfectly okay with just going home.”

“I meant it, don’t be so nervous.” You smiled back at him, handing him the keys to your car.

The tension was thick, his knuckles were white as he tried to keep his focus on the road ahead and making it back to your place safely and not the fingers drawing figures on his thigh as you spoke about something he couldn’t quite grasp.

Your place wasn’t too far from the restaurant that Gia’s date had picked, that Mike was thankful for. The longer he had to endure the torture that was your fingers on this thighs, the less his ability to be a gentleman and control himself existed. If it was up to him, he’d probably just pulled over and fucked you in the backseat of your own car but it wasn’t. He was a gentleman, he’d just met you all of a few hours ago, he knew better.

“This is the place.” You smiled softly as he pulled into your driveway.

“It’s nice.” He stated, handing your car keys back to you and taking your hand. “Suits you.”

Mike’s eyes wandered the walls, taking in every aspect of you, as you led him through the house. It didn’t take him long to notice that you lived alone, another thing he was now thankful for. His fingers trailed the zipper of your dress as he stood behind you in your bedroom, his other hand rubbing your arm and leaving goosebumps in its wake.

“Are you going to take it off?” Your voice was shaky and quiet, for the first time tonight you were nervous.

“And you thought I was the eager one.” He chuckled, tugging your hair back softly to give him just enough access to your face to make eye contact with you. “Do you get off on bringing strangers to your home and having them fuck you?”

A soft whimper escaped your lips, blessing the ears of the man behind you who responded with a groan. His lips made contact with your neck, biting and sucking at any of the skin he had access to. The hand that was holding your hair back made itself busy drawing the zipper of your dress further and further down until it couldn’t go any further, you shivered as the cold air hit your back.

Mike detached himself from your neck and took a step back, briefly admiring how disheveled you looked despite still being fully dressed, he made a quick motion for you to turn around and you obliged almost immediately. If you got his dick any harder it might’ve fallen off before he ever got the chance to use it.

He backed you into the bed, laying you down and sliding your dress off and into a pile on the floor. Another deep groan was emitted into the air as he took in the sight in front of him, you hadn’t worn a bra and the underwear you’d chosen left nothing to the imagination. Mike immediately started thanking whatever god was above for you and the experience he was about to have.

Your heart was pounding out of your chest. Truthfully, you hadn’t planned on sleeping with anyone tonight but then you saw him and your entire plan was flipped upside down. You lied about your friend not going home with her date if you didn’t leave with him, you didn’t want him to think you were desperate but he knew now. The second he touched the zipper of your dress, anything left of your facade was gone. You needed him.

“If you weren’t so fucking wet I would’ve thought you were only doing me a favor.” He spoke nonchalantly, rubbing his finger over your folds through your underwear. “ Or maybe you’re just a whore? Huh?”

“For you.” You choked out, words getting caught in your throat over his words.

At the beginning of the night you would’ve placed money on the fact that he wasn’t capable of things like this, it was like another side of him had come out during the drive to your house. You weren’t complaining, his words were getting to you in a way you’d never experienced.

“Yeah? For me? Mikey’s own personal whore.” He slipped your underwear to the side and slid his finger through your folds, collecting your juices and bringing them to his mouth. “You’re as sweet as you look, need a honey jar full of you.”

You cried out at him softly, trying to use anything you had to stop his teasing. He was winding you up but edging you right before you could pop, he could’ve said anything and you would’ve agreed just to get him to fuck you. Being this desperate for a man you hardly knew was an exhilarating experience.

“Please, I need you.” You whined, grabbing at his shirt in a desperate plea. “Please.”

“Good job using your words, pretty girl.” Mike praised, hooking his fingers in the waistband of your underwear and pulling them down, throwing them in the same pile as your dress.

His clothes soon joined yours on the floor, a small pout emerging when you realized you wouldn’t be able to suck him off, his eyes catching yours as he climbed up your body. He kissed his way up, biting occasionally. Fingers tracing your skin just as you had done to him earlier in the night, lighting a fire on your skin as they went. It was like his body was made to fit yours, like your souls had searched for each other through every lifetime and yet this was the first time they had met.

His lips finally met yours for the first time, teeth nipping at your bottom lip as he pulled away to breathily whisper something in your ear. You shook your head in agreement at whatever he said, as long as he kept touching you like that and making noises in your ear you’d agree to anything he said to you.

Shaking your head yes was the best decision you’d made so far, you felt two fingers slip inside of you. Thrusting for a few moments before they were replaced by the tip of his cock, slowly pushing in as his mouth found one of your nipples. The gentle man you had once perceived had been replaced by a god who was hung like a horse, splitting you in half with the cock fit for a god.

“Fuck.” Mike moaned, tipping his head back when he bottomed out, taking your legs and placing them on his shoulders. “So good, pretty girl.”

Anything you had planned on responding with quickly dissipated the second he pulled out and thrusted back in, a low groan coming out insead. His fingers were digging into your thighs as he held them up where he wanted them, all you could hope for was the imprints bruising as a reminder that this actually happened. What hair that wasn’t sticking to his skin from the sweat covering it was dangling backwards freely, all his focus was on not cumming too soon and if he continued to look at you he definitely would.

Your eyes had glossed over a long time ago, tears streaming down the sides as a byproduct of the blissful state his cock had put you in, fingers gripping desperately at the sheets and your tits bouncing with each thrust. He was once again praying to every god that he would get to do this another time, then he could sear the image of you under him into his mind.

“Mike, Mikey I need..” You whined, the knot in your stomach twisting and turning, threatening to spill before you could even finish a coherent thought.

“C’mon pretty girl, you can do it, let it go.” He praised you, bringing his thumb down to your clit and drawing figure eights in time with his thrusts to help your orgasm spill over.

His words were the final piece in the puzzle, your orgasm hitting you soon after he spoke. Legs shaking, mind blowing, tears, and silent moans was all your body could do at the supernova your orgasm had proved to be. You’d never cum this hard before but if every orgasm after didn’t measure up, he had ruined you.

“You did so good.” Was all you heard as you came down from your high, Mike’s hands soothed down your hair as he whispered into your ear.

His thrusts continued at the same pace for only a few seconds before his hips stuttered and he painted your insides white.

“I guess tonight wasn’t a total waste.” You joked quietly, turning to the side to smile at him as he laid down next to you.

“We need to do this more often.”

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taissabelle · 5 months

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Therapist: Oh, you definitely have daddy issues

Me: no, I don't

Also, me hours later realizing all my favorite fictional characters are older man....

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diedoverahat · 6 months

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five nights in 5,000 different positions

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minasvalentine · 6 months

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poor baby is so stressed

#he‘s my babygirl #standing like 🧍🏼‍♀️#josh hutcherson #fnaf movie #five nights at freddy's #mike schmidt #mike schmidt x reader #josh my baby #michael afton #fnaf fandom #five nights at freddy’s movie #spoiler

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aweina · 6 months

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ᥫ᭡. good luck charm , mike schmidt ( fluff )

did you … did you just kiss me ?

tags major spoilers !! gn reader. tension. friends to ( ? ). mike being shy + awkward.

“do well for me, okay?”

mike blinks in surprise when your hands smooth over the noticeable wrinkles on his security vest — the comforting warmth of your palms melting through the black fabric.

all he’s ever done for the past few days was sleep heavily during his night shifts at the abandoned children's entertainment center, permanently haunted by the time loop of his younger brother — snatched from his youth and into the hands of a cruel stranger.

but he won’t tell you that, it’s more embarrassing to say he has slept through the only job willing to accept him.

“yeah, of course.” mike doesn’t elaborate further, much too flushed by your fleeting touches — every brush of your nimble fingers rendering his body hot and fuzzy.

you step away for a second until your eyes light up in realization. rummaging a quick hand through your pocket, a metal security badge glared over the warm ceiling light — the golden paint bruised in black blotches and dented from the grueling years of past security guards dropping it during their inevitable encounter with ghostly animatronics or even discarding it when they realize the horrors they would endured from keeping such a shitty, unfulfilling job.

mike won’t tell you that part either, for the sake of your sanity.

“don’t forget this too, you always seem to leave it at home.” your voice sounded so soft and quiet in his ear, too afraid to wake up abby down the dark hallway.

“r-right … sorry.” he nervously gulped when you gently tug at his vest. mike carefully gazed at the needle threading the cheap fabric that didn’t have his work title — all in effort to avoid looking at your pretty face. he tightly held his breath, unclenching his fists once in a while to ease his nerves. your breath fanned his face, the small details on your skin that were once blurry were much clearer with you so close — only he was too afraid to memorize them, in case you noticed his staring.

you pinned the badge into place and patted it down for safe measure, now completely satisfied with his more presentable look. mike huffs a deep, loud breath when you finally back away — eliciting a pleased brow at his adorable act to hold his breath. mike immediately sputtered at the embarrassingly loud gush that escaped his lips, quickly padding towards his backpack and keys — avoiding you as much as he could.

he darts towards the front door, his sweaty hand that gripped tightly around the backpack straps now hovered over the door handle. mike felt you linger behind him, much more distant and friendly to his own liking.

“i’ll see you in the morning?” mike mumbled with an ounce of hope, terrified that he made things awkward between the two of you.

you nodded enthusiastically, coming up to the door beside him to latch onto the door handle as well — soft fingers intertwining with his much more clammy ones.

“morning. with breakfast.” you quietly promised with a tooth aching smile. mike couldn’t help but sigh in relief, lazily smiling back at you.

the two you opened the door with a simple click on the lock, your hand still wrapped around his. the midnight air nip at his skin, calming the reddening blush that colored his cheeks and ears.

the heat flowed back to his face once again when he felt your balmy lips suddenly pressed against the corner of his mouth, your soft cheek grazing against his stubbled jaw. mike swore that his vision became hazy for a second.

“i’ll miss you mike.” you breathed, the frosty breeze passing through your lips like intoxicating smoke. before he could utter a reply, you closed the door with a loud click — your shadow filtering through the white curtains seemingly disappearing deeper into his home.

mike stood in front of his house in shock, lightly grazing his hand over the kiss mark that seemed to settle over his mouth — the ghostly touch of your lips now haunting his memory. still dazed in shock, he steadily makes his way towards his car — using his house key to unlock the damn thing all while dumbly missing the keyhole.

letting out a breath that he was holding onto, mike exhaled loudly as his consciousness slowly flooded back into his brain.

“shit.” he finally slurred out as he softly banged his fist onto the roof of his car, pressing his forehead defeatedly against the smudged window.

today he won’t use his pills. not when the feeling of your soft lips and your weirdly intimate farewell will keep him wide awake throughout his whole shift.

add. note : okay but why does everybody hate him in the movie ?! he deserves some love and fluff in his life (￣□￣」) …

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solarlunarsstuff · 6 months

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☆ Headcannons With Mike Schmidt ☆

Synopsis: This is basically abt Mike Schmidt cuz yes- (sfw and nsfw).

Tw: Dacryphilia, thigh riding, fingering, fluff n smut, switch!Mike, switch!Reader, manhandiling, orgasm denial, squirting, dumbification, and cuddling.

A/n: Abby also catches the bus in this lil drabble, ots also short I'm sorry :(, anyway. Enjoy this breedable man's hdcs!!! ♡♡

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(SFW HDCS)

☆ First of all, you've both been friends for years, he had given you the keys to his house for the purpose of trusting you

☆ You got up early to check on him, but by that time Abby had already gotten to school by the bus

☆ You both would cuddle in the morning before he left for his agonizing night of work

☆ You would also cook for the poor man so he wouldn't be left on an empty stomach

☆ You've always remembered to give him goodbye kisses before he would start the car

☆ Once he got to work, he would always keep a picture of you in his wallet, either way, he loved how pretty you were

☆ Mike would slowly eat his lunch made from you.

☆ Every single type of affection you did to him would make him melt

☆ And once he got home he would shower you with kisses

☆ On the lips, hands, neck, anything would work for him as long as you were in his protective arms

☆ He even got a bit risky at the dinner table where Mike, Abby, and you.

☆ Mike would rest his hand on your thigh while you both would listen to Abby talk about her "friends" and drawings

☆ Abby started to stick on you, drawing you and Mike holding hands with some colorful background

☆ Mike has always loved you, ever since he saw you in preschool

☆ He may still be a bit nervous around you but still yet, he lived for your love

☆ He would often give you hugs from behind when your cooking with his bedhead, tank top, and sweats

(NSFW HDCS)

☆ Morning sex, all the way

☆ It's like you'll come to his house and he would act all needy and would beg for you to ride him

☆ This happens so much that you started to go dumb over his dick

☆ You would obviously agree and lose track of time and he ends up late for work

☆ Mike is so obsessed that near the end of his shift he would call you to check in but it would end up in phone sex

"Yeah, lemme' hear that fuckin' cunt-fuuuuckk"

☆ He would breathe out while his throbbing cock was laying in his calaused hands

"Go on. Finish f' me? Mhmm, that's it..."

☆ Mike would walk you through it and cooed at any noise that came out of your body

"Shiiiit- can't wait to break that fuckin' pussy when I get home.."

☆ Ohh boy, you knew he would absolutely fuck you up

☆ You also knew that when he gets home from shifts, he would get a bit madder each night

☆ You didn't mind, like at all.

☆ Mike was drilling his dick straight into your puffed up cunt, not letting up to let you breathe

☆ You've told him so many times that when he comes home mad you get a bit worried but he brushes it off

☆ Besides that, he loves when you take control too

☆ Having him not shutting up when he was being to loud

☆ Grabbing the opportunity to shove your panties in his mouth

☆ Mike is so far into bliss that he lolled his tongue out to let you spit in his mouth

☆ He calls you whore, you call him slut. Either or you both love degrading each other

☆ Even if he's not in the mood he'll let you hump his thigh so it's not as messy

☆ But it ends in him finger fucking you

"Aww, poor baby wants my fat cock in her? Well to fucking bad, deal with it you fucking whore.."

☆ Mike was the person that had founded your G-spot, making you squirt everytime but sometimes wouldn't let his poor baby finish :(

☆ He would always lick and suck it off of his fingers and helped you wash up

☆ He was the one that made you want more

☆ Mike Schmidt was the only man on earth that could make you come as hard on and around his cock

《☆♡☆》

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begginmonty · 6 months

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working with mike

(this doesn't follow the plot directly and mike works like more than just 3 shifts, also this is legit 2k words long i got so so so carried away im just so in love with mike, apologies!! its also not been proofread sorry <3)

before mike is hired alongside you, steve raglan had given you the job a week or so ago after you had lost your last job over a silly customer dispute (the customer is never right) and steve was your last hope at job, and bingo he had one. here you are 2 weeks later, waiting by your car outside the rundown pizzeria, waiting to train the new guy whose supposed to help you

a car pulls up and out comes a very pretty, but very tired/drained, looking guy, you introduce yourself with a small smile and he doesn’t return it, and is like “im mike”, you give him the benefit of the doubt that he hasn't smiled at you, new jobs are stressful.

the first shift goes fine, you tell him the basics and show him the training video tape, which alongside your commentary of making fun of some of it and nit-picking little things finally gets an amused smile from him. you can see him ease up a little. he doesn’t talk as much as you do but he seems to enjoy your ramblings.

you show him the showtime performance after he looks confused about ‘animatronics’ . watching his reaction of the animatronics rendition of talking in your sleep by the romantics is a little amusing to you but you were the same way when vanessa had shown you originally.

“its something isn’t it?” he doesn't reply, he just stood looking in disbelief.

when morning rolls around, you show him how to lock up and then give him his own key that steve had given you.

“wasn’t so bad was it?”

“it was..different”

the second shift alongside mike is different but a good different. he’s running a little late and walks in on your blasting an 80s hot pop hits tape over the old speakers, vacuuming the main dining area. a smile, that melts his heart a little, lights up your face as you see him walk in.

“im sorry i’m late the babysi-”

“hey, dont stress it. you still made it!”

he is not used to someone being so nice and friendly to him?? its foreign but he finally cracks you a small smile, watching you as you turn on the vacuum and continue listening to the music. (i need to hug him i stg)

he hasn't met anyone as nice as you in a long long time, it’s refreshing for him

and not in a creepy way !!!!!!!!!!! but he watches the cameras and watches as you just listen to the music as if the world isn’t there and continue to clean the area.

“need a hand?”

mike speaks up as you take a break leaning against a table, facing the main stage, the curtains open (as your next task is going to clean around the animatronics, it’s getting too dusty), music turned down quietly. he comes and leans against the table with you. you start small talk, saying something about the animatronics and you guys talk a little.

“so, you said something about a babysitter, do you have, like, a kid or something? sorry if im being too nosy, please tell me to shut up or something” mike cannot get over how nice you are

and then mike explains his living situation, and then the two of you get into a discussion about how families can suck and be shitty ect

and mike really likes how you don't pry or ask him lots of questions like others have done in the past, this man is really liking you and he’s only know you for two days

“this guy…must’ve been on something to make this place” and mike laughs a little !!! for the first time you got him to laugh !!

“yeah it’s something isn’t it..” both of you are sat against a table just staring at the animatronics in front of you

the two of you make small talk as you wipe down the dust covered tables but you can see how tired he is, he’s yawning a little bit.

“hey, you know, you can like sleep on the job by the way?” he looks up at you from the table, “sometimes i take a good couple hours nap in the office, no ones breaking into this place anytime soon”

he tries to protest and mentions towards the cleaning products and you brush him off, “go, you need it”

mike feels a strange warmth in his heart the hasn't felt, maybe ever? and he naps for a few hours whilst you continue to clean around. cleaning isn't in your job description but honestly you’re worried about the level of dust entering your lungs y'know

a loud thud and chair scraping noise comes from the office and you run to it and see mike on the floor, he looks confused and you help him to sit up. you ask if he’s okay but he seems out of it, “mike, whats wrong?”

sitting on the floor together, mike explains everything to you and opens up to you about a little brother he had, and tells you about his dream issues and sleep issues and you can see he’s upset and shaken by this dream. He shows you the sleeping pills and he explains the dream theory he’s been reading about.

“this is the part where somebody usually calls me crazy”

“you aren’t crazy, mike” mike notices how kind you eyes are and how warm your voice is, “i’ve seen crazy. you are far from it” you joke a little and he has the faintest smile tug at his lips.

finally home time woo !! as you lock up the gate, you watch as mike goes to his car, “mike wait!”

he turns around almost instantly at your voice as you run up to him, you pull something out from your hoodie a fazbear security badge and hand it to him, “you’re officially security now” he takes it from you and thanks you with that small smile.

3rd shift passes (you could’ve sworn foxy was standing in a different spot and bonnie’s hand placement looked completely different) and vanessa comes for her weekly visit and meets mike. when you aren’t with them, vanessa brings up the fact that you’re one of the kindest and nicest people she’s ever met and mike agrees.

next shift goes by and another and you guys have a long conversation about everything and you tell him more about yourself. hes never really been romantically involved with anyone but somebodysss got a crush (its him and well, you do too). and then you let him sleep and decide to tackle the old kitchen. (you could’ve sworn you heard someone walk down the hallway but you double check and no ones there)

mike dreams again and you swear you hear a groan and you walk to the office to see him, out of breath, breathing, clutching his arm and theres blood coming from it and he looks up at you trembling. “oh my god mike, what happened?”

you sit opposite him, patch him up and make him a hot drink, and he's explaining everything to you and you can tell he’s really getting bothered by these dreams. (you also think hes hurt himself from falling off the chair somehow..unbeknownst to you)

he’s tearing up a little and you just hold his hand in yours, and he's looking at your kind eyes and he doesn’t know how to react to being touched, he stops talking (mike is incredibly touch starved oh my god) and, carefully, you lean forward and hug him very gently.

he’s stiff at first but you can feel him relax into the hug and he wraps his non-injured arm around you and grips onto your back, “its okay mike. you’re okay” you can tell he really needs this hug and you can tell no one has really hugged him in a long time.

when the shift ends and you say goodbye for the day, your car just refuses to start. you cannot start it at all. you get out the car and look at it in a huff, but lucky for you mike hasnt driven a way yet

he gets out his car and you explain to him about your car, and he offers if you want a lift home or at least back to his house (his house is much closer than yours) and you can call someone about the car and you agree.

the drive is nice, you notice he has a great taste in music

meeting abby!! mike excuses himself for a shower whilst you're ringing the mechanics for your car, and he accidentally falls asleep on his bed after. when he wakes up (a good hour or so later, which you really don't mind) he walks into the living room to see you and abby sat on the floor colouring together with a cartoon on the tv, and you guys are really getting along and she’s wearing your security guard vest and badge. (her friends told her to trust you)

“uh abby, why dont you get ready for school?” mike speaks up, causing you both to look in his direction.

you can't fight the fact that he looks hot with joggers and shirt on, looking sleepy as hell aHHH

“okay” abby smiles and gives you back your stuff and runs off to her room to get ready for school.

he walks over to you and sits down on the couch, “im sorry for falling asleep-”

you sit next to him and place your hand on his arm and smile, “its fine, mike, really. your sister is lovely”

mike looks up from your hand and looks at your face. he looks sleepy and gorgeous and you look gorgeous to him and your eyes are so kind and theres a moment. some sort of magnetic force kinda pulls your faces closer together.

“im gonna be late!” says abby running into the room.

mike drops abby to school and you stay in his house, waiting for the mechanic to eventually call you back like he says he will. you feel a little awkward sitting on his couch watching tv but you have nothing better to do.

he comes back he offers you a shower and some of his clothes as he feels bad for you having to sit in work clothes.

the way his heart feels when he see’s you walk out to the bathroom and back to the couch next to him wearing one of his sweatshirts and a pair of his joggers as well hMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmm (too early for love?)

he smells good

you must both drop off to sleep, as a few hours later mike opens his eyes for a minute to the TV showing some drama show, and then he notices a heavy feeling on his chest. there you are, passed out, in his clothes, head on his chest peacefully asleep.

this is something he’s never felt before !1!!1

he blushes (thank god you’re asleep) and brushes a hair out of your face, staring down at your sleeping face (uh oh someones in love) before grabbing the worn blanket from behind him and throwing it over your exposed legs.

you stirr a little, your arm wrapping around his lower half and he's so flustered and sleepy and aHHHH

he wraps his arm around your shoulders gently and passes out again (PART 2??)

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hearts4eazy · 6 months

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GYATTTTT

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pasukiyo · 6 months

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HANDLE IT

mike schmidt x f!teacher!reader word count; 2,417 warnings; once again, no plot, just porn <3 summary; mike has a look. that's never a good sign.

“Follow Mrs Davis and her class for lunch!”

Mike watched from his seat behind the teacher’s desk as his girlfriend saw her class out the door, hand on the handle and pulling it closed behind them, making sure to twist the lock while she did. The corners of his mouth twitched as she sighed and fell back against the door, blowing a strand of loose hair out of her face.

“Long day?” Mike asked and she narrowed her eyes over at him, her lips quirked in a tired grin. “Don’t even get me started,” she grumbled as she pushed herself off of the door, heels clicking against the tile as she made her way back to her desk.

“Abby hasn’t been a problem, I hope?” Mike cocked an eyebrow to his hairline as she leaned over to press a kiss to his cheek, settling herself down in her chair. She rolled her eyes at this, “you always make it seem like she should be causing trouble,” she tittered. “No, Abby’s always great.”

She watched as Mike reached for the floor beside him, a plastic takeout bag in his hand and she grinned, wiggling in her seat as he began to unravel the knot in the handles. “Sooo… what did you bring me?” She asked, letting the smell of what she swore was tomato sauce waft through her nostrils.

“New Italian place opened in the mall. Figured we could try it out,” he replied as he handed her one of the takeout boxes in which she ripped the lid off of, grinning over at Mike. “Spaghetti with meatballs. You know me so well.”

She leaned forward as he handed her the plastic fork to press a kiss against his lips and Mike smiled, practically chasing after her mouth again when she pulled away. He watched as she spun the spaghetti around her fork, as she took a bite and moaned at the taste.

Suddenly, Mike’s jeans felt very tight.

“What is this place called? It’s amazing,” she moaned, chewing behind her fingers as she turned to glance over at Mike. “Ten out of ten. This might even be better than your spaghetti and meatballs.”

Mike, although distracted by something else entirely, furrowed his brows at this, tossing his hands up. “Hey,” he said. “Thought you loved my spaghetti and meatballs.”

She shrugged, “they’re alright.” Mike playfully shoved her shoulder and she tried to bite back a chuckle, glancing back over to him. “Hey, I don’t see you eating spaghetti and meatballs, why don’t you try and find out?” She laughed, taking a bite from a meatball as Mike pressed his lips together, curved into a grin as he shook his head. “Nah, I’m not that hungry right now.”

She raised a brow and tilted her head to eye the other takeout box in the plastic bag. “Mike, you haven’t even touched your food,” she tittered, eyeing him incredulously. She narrowed her lids, “you have a look.”

The corner of Mike’s mouth twitched— she was catching on. “I don’t have a look.”

Her face fell and she dropped her fork in the to-go box, eyebrow cocked. “Yes, you do.”

Mike leaned back in his seat and locked his fingers together on his lap, shrugging as he turned his head to face her. “Enlighten me, what look do you think I have?”

For a fleeting moment, her gaze lowered to the very evident tent in his jeans, her thighs subconsciously clenching together at the sight, cheeks growing warm when he chuckled. She looked away, soothing her palms up and down the length of her skirt and Mike watched, teeth sunken into the inside of his cheek. A scenario played in the forefront of his mind, fantasizing about ripping the skirt clean off her legs and taking her right there on top of her desk had him balling a fist, squeezing his thumb so tight, it almost felt like it’d pop.

“Mike…”

“What?” He murmured, leaning in closer, brushing away the hair curtaining away the side of her face back behind her ear. She melted like wax at his touch, as if her fingertips were flames. Her skin burned so hot now, she feared she actually would melt into a pool of magma on the floor below.

“Here?” She whispered as he rolled his chair closer, his breath a phantom looming over her flesh, sending shivers slithering down the coil of her spine. Mike peered up into the sides of her irises, “why not?”

His lips pressed against the delicate skin just below her ear and she trembled, panicking eyes darting to the door she had thankfully locked. “I’ll give you a million reasons why not,” she murmured as his kisses trailed down to the curve of her shoulder, the scruff on his chin and just above his lips deliciously burning her skin.

“I can be sneaky,” he whispered against the valley between her neck and shoulder, his lips a crescent against her skin when he playfully nipped her flesh between his teeth there. She jolted and hissed, clenching her thighs together once more as the familiar slick of warmth burned the pit of her belly. “If somebody walks in, we’re both dead,” she murmured as his palm gripped and soothed down the length of her thigh, kneading at her knee, teasing her, taunting her.

“Relax, babe,” he breathed a chuckle against the crook of her neck. “I just want a taste, that’s all. Wouldn’t want you to get all fucked out before the day is over.”

His low, raspy words had her reeling, her head in a frenzy and teetering on the edge of a mindset she knew she was at risk of falling down into. “Screw you, Mike,” she muttered through gritted teeth as he grinned, placing one last kiss against the breadth of her shoulder before sinking down to his knees on the floor, hanging his head so that he could fit beneath the desk.

Her heart drummed against her chest as he slithered his way between her legs, hands on her knees as slowly he parted them, as if he were unwrapping a present on Christmas Day. Through heavy eyelids, she peered down at him just as a silent curse fell from his mouth, teeth burrowed into the plush of his bottom lip as the pads of his thumbs rubbed circles into the inside of her knees.

“You’re soaked clean through your panties,” he chuckled and she burned brighter, sweat already beginning to bead at her hairline and her chest heaving to the unsteady beat of her heart. His name fell from her lips in a whispered sigh as he reached forward with his right thumb, pressing the fat of it straight onto her clothed clit, her back arching up off of her chair as he traced an agonizingly slow and painful circle against it, sighing at the way her slick showed through the thin fabric of her underwear.

“Fffuck,” he grumbled beneath his breath, hiking the skirt that hugged her curves until they pooled at her hips, pushing her knees further apart until he had full access to everything. His gaze was like a laser, burning through the damp fabric of her panties straight through to her pussy. He eyed her like he was starved, like he’d go hungry if he didn't get himself a taste.

Mike hooked his middle and forefinger around the hem of her underwear and tugged, although with some resistance with how wet she was. She gasped when the fabric unstuck itself from her arousal, Mike’s lips falling agape as he tugged her panties all the way down her legs until they hooked around one single ankle. He pressed himself closer, wrapping his arms around her hips and with his palms to her ass, drawing her in even closer until she sat on the edge of her seat.

“So fuckin’ pretty,” he marveled at the sight before him, admiring every single inch of her as if she were an artifact. She shuddered beneath his stare. “Mike,” she mewled through a shaky breath, “please.”

With those deep, rich chocolate brown eyes, he glimpsed up at her and she gazed back, wondering when his pupils ended and his irises started. His eyes glimmered with longing, with desire, with lust. She thought she’d come from just his stare alone.

“Have to stay quiet, hm?” He nodded up at her, maintaining eye contact as he pressed a kiss just above her clit, feeling it throb against his chin as she writhed, trying to suppress her mewl. She nodded, pressing her lips together as she briefly glanced up at the door then to the windows— she was so grateful she’d drawn the blinds earlier.

Their gazes never leaving one another, Mike carefully leaned down to press a tender kiss on top of her aching bud, her toes curling in, back arching off the back of her chair. One of her hands flung to the mess of dark tendrils atop his head, the other gripping the armrest of her desk chair. Mike pulled away again, the makings of a smirk twitching at the corner of his mouth. “Think you can handle it?” He asked and she whimpered, nodding, every ounce of dignity in her body long gone, thrown somewhere far away from right there.

“Just… please, Mike,” she whined, trying to keep her voice on the low as she gripped the roots of his hair tighter, inviting him back into her warmth, his arousal like a gloss on his lips. The crescent shape of his lips fell back against her clit as he pressed another kiss to it, electricity flowing through her body and making her jolt once more.

Mike eyed her through hooded lids as he licked a stripe all the way from her entrance back up the underside of her clit, relishing in the way she’d tremble and press her lips together in a desperate attempt to silence her whimpers. The delectable taste of her arousal coated his tongue and simmered on his taste buds as if she were his ambrosia, and he hummed as he licked another line up her slit.

“Taste so damn good,” he practically growled against her cunt as he plunged his face back in, his lips around her clit and tongue swirling against the sensitive nub. Tears were streaming down the sides of her face now as she threw her head back, using every last ounce of strength inside her body to will her moans to stay at a minimum. All she could do was pray that nobody would come knocking on her classroom door now.

A string of curses, his name among the mix, tumbled from her lips as he sucked her clit, every swirl of his tongue coaxing her closer and closer to the edge. She was balancing on a tightrope now, teetering on bliss as his tongue trailed down to her entrance, slow but firm as it pushed its way in. Her fingers tightened in the mess of hair on his head, pulling harder, making him surge into her.

She could feel every inch of his tongue inside of her and he was so close, the bridge of his nose pressed deliciously down on her clit, sending her down into a spiral of pleasure. She squeezed her eyelids together so tight, she was seeing stars, a shimmering backdrop of glitter as he swirled his muscle inside of her, humming into her at her taste.

“Sh… shi… shit, Mike!” She gasped as he nodded his head, tongue swirling inside of her, the bridge of his nose rubbing up and down against her clit. Her eyes were rolling into the back of her hand, every move his tongue made and every bit of pressure his nose applied to her clit added more rubber bands to the ball pressing down against the pit of her belly, dangerously close to erupting. “I’m… I’m gonna come if you don’t… if you don’t stop.”

Mike blinked up at her and pulled away for breath, every inch of his face from the bridge of his nose down slick and shiny with her arousal. She felt herself clench at the mere sight as his chest heaved, chasing air back into his lungs, a smug smirk on his face. “I’m betting on it, babe,” he chuckled before diving back in, her pussy empty one moment and nearly full of his tongue the next.

His eagerness almost had her screaming, her nails scraping so hard against his scalp, somewhere in the back of her mind, she feared she’d draw blood. Mike hummed against her— he didn’t seem to mind so much.

Oh, how could he when he could sense she was so close? He could practically smell her orgasm, using every ounce of skill in his body to push her even closer to the edge, to knock her unsteady on top of that tightrope until it snapped below her altogether.

With her hand not tangled in his hair, she sank her teeth into the side of her hand to muffle the scream that ripped through her body, squeezing her eyelids shut even tighter as her body spasms, bones rattling in her release’s wake. Her orgasm thundered and cracked through her body like an earthquake, the sheer power of her release like a tempest. Her thighs squeezed around Mike’s head and he palmed at the sides of them as he swirled his tongue inside of her again and again, making sure not a drop of her went to waste.

He was practically drinking her, slurping every last drop until there was none left to be had. And only when that moment came did he pull away, breathless as he sat back on his heels below her desk, swiping at the slick dripping down his face with the back of his hand.

Mike gazed up at her curiously, her head still thrown back over the back of the chair, chest heaving up and down as she struggled to catch her breath. He chuckled as he pushed himself out from underneath her desk and up so that he could stand beside her, a palm cupping her cheek, the other aiding her head to sit normally on her shoulders. The pad of his thumb soothed over against her cheek, coaxing her out of her bleary state, her vision slowly beginning to clear again.

Mike tried to bite back his smile, “doing alright there?”

She huffed as her cheeks burned, “shut up, Mike.”

a/n; i ended up writing up this one in like 45 minutes while sitting in the bathtub LMAO y'all went absolutely crazy with the last mike fic, you literally broke my tumblr notifications 😭 glad to see so many others horny for josh in this movie too

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